Stir threw your emotions because there sticky.

A street of flaws and pitty.

Am just joking it is only a forbidden city.

Circle in facts can and do.

With a number spin a weave.
Break a tab split it's whole.

Replenished body too prime successful     self.

Tingling lava spills from words in bold black print news paper.

Maps crinklyed from setting on them for week in a now hot car.

Creases form in your face are you old or a saint.
Blend me your best ideas we shall bass the seas.

Sir, I'm not sure if your ego is up to par.
Its seems it is never near always at a far.
When's the last time you've drank in a bar.
 
Lady of the Ocean, give me your peace of devotion.

So I can make my daily promotion.

Whisper fly into a sail of my boat's tallest emotion.
 
Find your saddle and prepare too ride because my scripture, is in the hide of the Mountain.

And if you can find don't come back a crying for my words are power and source.

Lion's set at the peak of my tides and thunder grasp the tree's that should have divorced.
 
Ego flood my Ocean, not yet ready too under stand the master code, that I have harvested to sand.

When the sky flirts with space you then may comment because of the emotional state in which you are located.

Never get stove mad when ego''s cascade.
And vilagers place there new hand to complete a warrior such fan.

It's a rhyme in time, that makes a correction with a discussion on matters of conduction.

Level your smile and drift not at sea.
For we float above the world mad of grief.

And disolve the section also corn feet.
Doth a man, is ruby atired he make money from wind and his towers.

Forge the words from your sides.

Give them rivers and lakes pond and stakes.

Because you live with a vampire that can never age.

She was born from a page and drizzled with sage.

And her creator, is a man of fire and stone.

His power''s are vast and un scoped.

Because he doesn't smoke the dope.

Terrain's fill your plane with glass and rage.

She and him, also them play with the sand coaster.

It is of sand sculpted from thought.

Where''s that from that they bought what was brought.

And now we change the shot.
Too yield a new spot.
Hickory, "flirt" her purse made from bone.

She set with her mild limestone throne.

She before carved before leaving from home.


And it's said she was miles from the catacomb.


Cigar smoke roam's the other sections.

Are those seats in-compass of imperfections.

Never the man of pen and pencil.
They are here for sure purpose.
Do not belive perfection is real.

Because an atom doesn't align to form you us them.

It was arranged beside me my lady an all.