Infinite amounts of definitions could not depict
The extent to which a structured norm
Is measured
Blindness adjoins clarity, while sight provokes vanity
It is an aspect unhindered, lacking certainty
A single word yet so many portraits
Drawn on the canvas of our linked pathways

If you ask me about beauty, don’t
For my lips would quiver nonsense to you, to me
The mass of the universe that surrounds our whole being
The endless rows of glimmering stars that speak to our vulnerable eyes
Or perhaps, the raging force of life that springs from within us

If you ask me about beauty, don’t
Because you would have to look at yourselves to see
The beaming smiles corresponding with velvet risings of cheeks
The abundance of glistening tears that have embodied those very same
And even, the flashing spark of joy which invites a feeling of utter content

If you ask me about beauty, don’t
Otherwise there would be an influx of sentiments towards
The prettiness of colored nature, steadiness of height-breaking hills
The calmness of the bare sound of waves crashing into an advocacy for peace
The building blocks of surroundings that determine you and me

So if you ever want to ask me about beauty,
Bare the consequences in mind
Just the elaborate thought of such a question
Could raise a plethora of reasonings

Sunshine lights this endless day;
I swim amongst the lake above,
walking round the flat terrain
of Lincolnshire’s spring, in love.
Jack adjoins my roaming mind
and Allen sings aside the birds;
I walk n’ walk with woes behind,
so marry up with the Mother Earth!

I bless my hands with fallen leaves
to feel the way they’d hug my skin.
My eyes expand in disbelief,
this leaf and I are one, akin.
I need not find another soul,
for all the love and what it’s worth,
is out there now, outside the hole,
so marry up with Mother Earth!

The clouds part quick;
a wanderers dream.
The grass grows thick,
enveloping me.
Flowers dance with helpless joy,
as I have found another birth,
insects smile, a bubbling boy,
so marry up with Mother Earth!

Travel home, and all things close,
as slammed doors shutter frames.
My phone lights up for one more dose,
and I burst out in flames.
I miss the sky, the summer rain,
the grass, the birds and endless mirth.
Indoors I find a stomach pain,
I miss the ******* Mother Earth.

Appended streams exhume the dreams that surface in conscious guide,
As photon beams augment the seams transmitters must abide.
The quantum strings of knotted ties,
Entangling's of worlds collide,
A vortex of spiraled rings,
In scattered sets convergent glide,
The convex spacial vacuuming's, synaptic points electrified,
A hex, insatiable, stochastically adjoins frequencies over-amplified, as complex oracle valuations weight choices to decide.

Thousand years ago, the world somewhere began
an escape, a thousand years later still trying to get to the end, but my body becomes a decorative piece, becomes of a number one digital romano ... that turns into flames cinch and dressing this base disencounter ; that is my physical, on an all, regardless of who will manage and the rule ... "

... I find it hard to breathe ... i do not know if i can continue what i have proposed ....
there is so much to say. i never wanted to write about it. and now i am here, changing the paper by words.
   better...... so nobody will remember anything, thanks to the evanescence. I have nothing to leave, no one for whom to stay here. i just hope to leave my soul in peace ...
   ... tonight i die.

**** dreamer who i am! i never got anywhere by myself. i never got to be what it was if it had not been for someone else.
   my days, my whole life governed by feelings ... they left me?
  
Inserts 1 - full moon in three shooting lights threshold pierced window shades sea view. there were three golden stingrays. they went to his room versailles, with some electricity that flowed from their bodies corps plans were roots electro-magnetic. upon entering threshold, their bodies pressed proportion to the input capability, but yes, each tidily came one after other. snipf believed to be asleep yet, but ***** it finding that was very real., many thought to pray, the saint who heard his confession had derived dimensional elsewhere.

Each stood before him. they looked with your eyes ldeep blue, relighted one in your iris reddish tint. your long antennas your heads caressed her room like recognizing them. snifp raised his arms as if embracing them, but put them over his head like imitating them, so began to turn, as if he were at the bottom of the ocean. this way, began to rowing with his arms in the room. the four members looked at each other, until snifp stood in between them, restarting your memories and confession to your new species of visitors. - no doubt their gods were they who visited because they were the ones that helped him in difficult and conflicting tasks. they must be highlighted; no le imposed a religiousness, only you your matches proposed delayed stages,

Four together, sit finally, focus on one thought as he took him to snipf arm for lease gate reality. aso these blankets emit a high-pitched noise that made snipf his new travelers to dream where would be the master sea and land beside them.

Romanticism is only rain emotions between winter skies sweetened; it is the cessation of rain from storms deaf. those deaf people who never believed in sentiment. Perhaps they have died without discovering it, and so poor and eager to continue living. instead i say goodbye to my land, my things, my memories. i'm so overjoyed without missing anything because what i miss is dead.

Insert 2 - feel distant sounds thunders and lightnings - some cats stumbled after feeling loud noise.

   I was born in 1832, dressed in beautiful costumes me, but i was on saturday mornings bathe with my blankets friends, all that leave very soon because every day stuttered more, and i found it hard to beat in my talk. They moved me with all my belongings to higher school, even only place to hear the bells of the cathedral, filled me with hearing loss and mortuary pain inside me was a place that then fled, over time i graduated from journalist, without anyone in my family believed in me. they never could understand my lack of realism. some call me naive, not without reason, i must admit.

   It's curious. whatever it is that one wants in life, always have obstacles from the people closest. from them comes the pain of misunderstanding and apathy. of them come from the larger wounds heals any ointment. Until i met a fisherman near a marina rivera long in a bar, then he told me his adventures and i became the eager boy children's stories. that night made me drink and drink until you drop at the side of a fishing terminal on the deck of a great ship.

Insert 3 - sleep - my in between growth stingrays, they were flying at night over my house, and sometimes brought me messages about the new season climate. interrupted my homework prepared, and most important, including, the most important; me included among the best, to sail with them. some among their ranks, me and took me taught to fly, although i always kept my body cold, completely oblivious to provide me own will enough heat. they gave me when stuttered or epileptic seizures, they did me your riding world where no disturbance physics i was afraid. But my blankets, me covering, me had in his pilgrimages slitting sea, sea to own and only, just for me. noises in them moderated my ears oversensitive, and for the first time vi from the sea depth rain fell as planting the ocean, as vast brightening the room he shared alongside them.

Insert end -

my life was empty without a firm helm, but ... god!
   she was several years younger than me. a beautiful creature in sight and confined to good feelings. i met a rainy night. she was with hat, with umbrella. we were heading to the same place where there was no one, because the activity had been suspended. after waiting and exchanging timid and nervous words we decided that we would be together forever.

   I do not mean it was love at first sight. rather, it was like finding my soul mate. and although we knew that the road would be hard and painful, we launched into a destination built by us and our struggles.

it's beautiful outside, with the moon through the trees can they see me sitting here or your mind round inside me?
   All of me are gone, even the children we never had. they left me in the cold. she will not sit in front of my fire more, because now she is snow.
    Is dark outside, trees writhe can they wait or live without me?
   but his fingerprints are still marked, marked in the snow left in me. everything is so white that hides the traces of tears that you never saw. everything is a blanket of snow falling on the memories you used to have. But even heart aches as before, i can not help feeling that someday come back from the dead to take your hand.
  
it's warm outside; the trees are gone. my soul took another turn. he never appeared someone like her. if your fingerprints are still, and i can see them in the snow! Everything is so white that covers the trails that she was not allowed to continue. everything is nothing, that clouds the movements that made me.
   But my heart is still suffering as he did. you followed the path that never again will bring.

I am confined to my bed in a dark room. i have a window overlooking the sea from the east, and another that puts me in front of the forest. i left on my bed a wooden box with yellowed leaves are the letters we sent her and i for so many years. yet i keep them all ... no, it's not true, many were lost in the fire flash - she will walk through the park until a curtain falls separating both. - pauses then your thinking and strongly bites pencil in her mouth was.

But no matter, i have the words engraved in my memory. and that will continue.The branches of the tree, which adjoins east window of small ones are ways to my walking, like war heroes. further, on stretchers, bring my faithful subjects in about trust management mi. but to raise my head like a big diving, they come see some maimed, come without it, come without his presence, bring only pieces of his body.
    
Our whole life, a very short time we were together, and not that we would not be, but there was always something that separated us. first the family, then the distance. We were separated and had to go in your search. at that time i was studying and trips were long, tedious and very damaging to my career, by the way, my family did not look favorably upon our union, rather than being recognized by men had communed in the sky ...
  
How i detest this ancient time! it is not day nor night, and i am not a man more educated to think more than this ... i hate to see the sun when i pray to the west, but someday she will take my dreams where the stars shine, where all they talk with their hands, without anguish nor grief, where all secretly want to go where the beauty sing constantly.

[ellipsis n 1]  

Adulthood - in the municipal choir - snifp came with his briefcase wondering if had kept all their material header, then trying to put his hand to pocket inner his coat, pulls out a key, this will be falling from his hands, and could realize there was a leaf on the floor, announcing a performance coral group in the premises of the municipality.
[end ellipsis 1]

[ellipsis 2]

Children age - in the conservatory - this brings another memory your memory with air fire, a dense air, movement of people, unable to help each other. it was toward the end of his second childhood, with his mother ran near a school where she thought enroll for classes theater.  mourn strongly but his mother, asking what was wrong? she said nothing for you not to worry. small but was snifp intuited by the uncertainty of their economic resources. he hugs her and says he has talent, that will come after all. snifp for a moment lets his mother and a photo seen in someone like his father, leaving the building and walks cobblestones wetted by the ***** of a vil exploited horse, and suddenly caresses their hands caress end the cabinet of the lord of the book store. and see i was like his father, but this time had the pipe on the left hand and lenses in the right hand. then, scare away horse and scared snifp trying to crossing the street leading the news to his mother. Her, i had signed up for next season.

[end ellipsis 2]  

After his assistant will take a reactant concoction snipf felt memories of those rejuvenated, making faces on the wall of his room. some of them were very funny and some not. but suddenly crossing the fingers tightening strongly and fix your clothes. buckle his belt. to sing is arranged, to shout and satiated to see if it really true the spirit that motivated him aires to be acquired new life. gets, fell knee, runs open window. try to touch everything with his hands, then kick chair to sit down and write. for each paragraph writing was setting and take off  lenses. for every paragraph, she took a sip of boiling concoction that was with him at that time

   Many of these letters were written thought in poetry. some might object letters "form", but the content, our feelings ... they can not be judged by anyone. I can not symbolize things. for me a bottle is a bottle. i need to reach a level of abstraction, because i recognize that everything beautiful i've seen i remember; because i know that to forget, everything will fly in the wind. so i can not symbolize anything. on the other hand, i know that everything that meant something to me, i could never do completely reach your heart. i hope to be wrong.
- get your consultant with tray in his hands unite.
snipf lord, your medicine. remember that leave this excerpt stingray than recommended by your doctor. You and your advisor and the look before opening the door thinking it would the last time i'd see him, then snipf recommences his speech ._
... i consider myself a failure fledged. some of those past failures are transmuted into fertilizers for ephemeral successes, lost in the sound of the wind beneath me accommodating my feet to tie them to my chair inquisitor.  TO  BE CONTINUED

Sea stars, urchins and anemones
     ride the tidal waters at Rialto Beach
           swirling into shallow pools -
      clad in shades of blue, emerald and violet.

Gnarls of ancient driftwood line the beach
     up to the rainforest’s edge just beyond the rise.
           Pulsing waves dash and roar against the sea stacks
       where the Pacific adjoins the California shore.

Legions of seagulls circle above
       piercing the misted air with their cries
           and the tide, beckoned by the Sky Queen,
       begins to ebb and regain the open sea.

As the sun sinks into the western sky –
       the towers of Split Rock and Hole in the Wall
            are silhouetted against the horizon
       pasteled in gold, orange and burgundy hues.

Gray whales and dolphins breach the surface
       before plunging into the sacred depths
           where the ocean beats pulse on and on -
sounding resonant cadences
       through timeless hallows of infinity.

If you can only pertain,
or retrieve your sincere delicateness,
my love, with you,
for the rest of time,
everything revolves around us,
swarms and adjoins together,
loose yet holding,
and there again a bright star,
is a sign of our existence,
under its lowly light,
our shadows touch,
and here like hope,
like a cordial bow of a blue mannequin,
I bring my love to you:
kind, persistent, naked like an alabaster jar.

The physical and psychic entities undertook to split each other from the deck of the tetracontero Eurídice, the disparities were uneven with the swirling undulations, without objecting extortions that were spatially independent of different causes of deviations. Everything was gray but lively and full of suburbs that praised the elations of the memorial, and everything alluded to the dream clovers that approached levels of feasibility between material form and space that became antipode when invaded by fewer quantities and accumulations. , believing that they could be dissimilarities of forms of speculation or its counter-architecture of Entasis verging on mechanics of concentric psychism. The Hexagonal Birthright; in its new physical form it traced itself closer to each other amidst bulbous and explosive nebulae, which displayed the agreement of matter and form by means of the Zivug or copula from a completely emanating obligatory law. Raeder and Petrobus were attracted by the law that would make of all inanimate things the new creation that would surpass the imagination and predominance of Mashiach that would finally descend from the Iridescent cloud to invest him and create the emanating body of him as the greatest necessary force of the Creator.

In any case, you must understand that even though the desire to receive represents a compulsory law in the opposite creature that is the essence itself in it, and it is the Kli adapting itself to achieve the goal of substitution of Creation, however, this completely separates it from the Emanating. The reason for this is that there is a disparity of form to the point of existing in total opposition between the creature and the Emanant granted in Vernarth, this is due to the fact that the Emanant is pure bestowal, without any trace of reception; and the creature is pure reception, without any trace of bestowal, thus there is no opposition in a greater way than this. Therefore we infer that this opposition of form is necessarily the one that separates itself from the Creator. A Titanic salvation would make the oceans move that would rise up to one meter the global sea level, snatching coercive in those countenances that exaggerated their actions on all the voids that would derive from the hole in his pectoral, even so of what it deprived him of in the light with the candles of Delos, and of the passers-by of Cappadocia who would concentrate in the rear of the Himation, this being dim and deprived of light in which the Ohr was already more light than all the Lights of the Apsid Manes that crossed the perimeter.

Thus, from the Seven Baptisteries of the Apokálypsis, the titanic separations of its cracks would make Othónes or screens, which would make the quantum shock light of Hashem as it adjoins Vernarth, interspersed with the cypress trees that burned with blazing lights of the Ohr Hozer or reflective light between them, thus they carried the Hebrew garments like a Stampita Gaeta; From where Vernarth, in his past lives, a turbid little picture that came loaded with the silt of Mount Orlando in Gaeta fell from the under bench, it came dancing through the tenement that brought the prosaic wind with a beautiful Sephiroth, which pushed them back with those timid luminances that they were snatched by the Kelim or series of vessels from their Falangists when they enlisted with the florid Larnax of Alexander the Great.

Beyond the Advent Wreath and its four luminaries, it was fought in the Fifth Candle, like the Fifth Chalice of Elijah, entering them not very far away with all his desires to welcome them and consider that under my initial "V", they would find the synchronization of the Fifth Cirio and the Fifth Chalice, which is my "V" in the fifth dimension of the Fifth courtyard and in the shady Fifth of Helleniká! As established in the geophysics of Delphi, close to the elevation that will occur with the meeting at 583 elevations whose essential number will be 16 and six plus one is Seven, and the Profitis Elías is 565 adding sixteen, and its number essential is one plus six equals seven. This numerical command will unify them in reality when their talents would be flooded in the unification of both and composed vaporizations of the Hydor or blessed flow source of the Mashiach, thus creating all the wonder that would explain the allegory for those who want to follow after leaving. the Purgatory of Kathartírio, or the very tributary that would emanate from the frontispiece of its appreciation with the albiceleste presence of subjection of the azurí, creating hanging scales of transfers with the Exile of Ignominies. Higher up a Seraphim was flying, inviting him to a cake, leaving his hands everything he had to attend to immediately so that he could not decline it, but the Mashiach already in front of him pouted to accept the Bizkóto, and that he was also close from him, a few meters from his right, Saint John the Apostle insinuating him with decisive gestures that he will satisfy his restlessness by tasting the Bizkóto of the Lands of Patmos.

All the curious went out to walk through the hills, to generate the favors of the breezes that began to travel the vicinity of the Megaron, which now no longer made themselves unknown with imaginary unbelievers coming from the Siblis towards a present that always devoured them. Their reception position was designated for each one in the same habits that invited them to gather around the Matakis, very close to the twelve shadows that hungrily flaunted, in the essential or preliminary of what they intended to appropriate a primordial one. What else could be said if the same portions of matter extended over them, conceptualized making the memorable ones go through, and collisions that would restrict everything to a totally new beginning, very freed from the exclusivities of dressing soon with the Himation full of clairvoyance, which as a first reason was He would present in different bowls that flew alone through the zephyr of Patmos, like the elements of the Eurydice to be installed in the Matakis or entrance tablecloth of all the souls that would accompany him from the Kathartírio or Purgatory and faithful Falangist's Hoplites, providentially making signs to meet in the Profitis Ilias gorge once again to restructure the Syntagma. Undoubtedly, the mass of the Shock of the Masach or Screen of the luster of his new soul that was being presented by the Seraphim of the Mashiach by Bizkóto himself as a source of pleading humility, so that it could then be transmuted with the divine evaporated water of Hydor that would transform it. in the Alef, or sequential of the number Seven that would emanate synchronously with the heightening of the frame pinnacle of Delphi 583 and then that of the Profitis with the essential of 565, to be instituted in the ranks of the Alef as seven primordial in the plurality of these pinnacles, and of the wafers that the Mashiach instituted with the Seraphim of the indicated beginning of the procession of the Himation or Máza imátiou. Bios was the placement beyond the one who can never be seen behind the infamous lattices, which only extinguish in Lives that are our own, those that are worthy of us, of Bios, of the "V" Beyond death, and of the Verses of liberation, Transformation, and pacification, to channel her towards Vernarth through the skies of Greece.

Easy time
Hard times
Time as primes

Sunday adjoins real
Numbers of our work week.

Prime Monday 2 mirrors in Symmetry

Tuesday's 3 breaks it

4 expands our mirrored self
******* the ****
pass procreating 2

Pentagon 5's primal safety

2 Friday the six a child of
monday and tuesdays

And we rest on the 7 sabbath
dominant or diminished
it doesn't really matter in
Number Theory

knock, knock,
who's there?
then again,
Couldn't care

I'm lethargic,
mind can't think,
Standing on
edge of brink

someone catch me,
Anyone there?
Anyone love me?
anyone care?

G-d, I beg you,
heed my cry,
G-d I need you,
'Yes', you reply

I hear you say
'that's all i wanted,
to hear you pray,
"L-rd, I'm daunted"

I can't alone
I so need you
nobody else
at all will do

yes, i'm flawed,
You made me so,
I'm a fraud
but good also

so, yes, I'm saying,
i may be swaying,
but from Your Grace
I fall to Your Face

For in the depths
Of the darkness
in back-steps,
when sky is starless

there I know Your hand in mine
there my tears in Yours entwine,
and when i hear Thine Heart beating
I'll know the reason o' mine entreating

that when things are bright
and things look right,
I'm really far
from seeing Your Might

and when i dwell in lifetime's night,
I know that dark adjoins to bright,
and as the moon reflects sun's light,
i know the sun will end the night.

and at the end,
when things unfold,
all will ascend
as of old

for the prophets told of things exemplary
that will be of You testamentary
that all will behold Your Face in reverie
as no more will this world bear stench of treachery

and as past and future fore You are one,
in this moment, it's all begun,
revelation of Your Face,
and in this darkness is Your Grace.

I've had my good eye on a bank teller for 2 years. She caught me in a conference room that adjoins the ****- house. “Don't be nervous. Relax. You're not afraid of me are you?”
   “No, I'm not afraid,” I stammered.
   An hour later I had new checking & savings accounts.

I've had my good eye on a bank teller for 2 years. She caught me in a conference room that adjoins the ****- house. “Don't be nervous. Relax. You're not afraid of me are you?”
   “No, I'm not afraid,” I stammered.
   An hour later I had new checking & savings accounts.