Ameliorate me
Ambience of high nod
No fortuitous meanings
Landslides of alien snod,

Furtive ways
Are all to many
I seeketh a day
A fullness
Of plenty

Futile romantics
In frugal pinch
Judicious tis they are
Worldly *****!!!

Juxtapose notepads
Yet different touchstones
Tentative beasts
Prowl no homes

Terse one shalt be
With all affection
Guns given as presents
Slave turned more peasant

Tirades of clownery
Winery's fail
Hidden like documents
Heart impaled

Corroborate manifest
Wilt shine its light
They've lost their path
All in fright

Arbiter's come bountifully
Devils dance
They've forgotten the ways
Of sweet romance

Inherent to pleasures
Instead of others
Lost all kinship
Sister and brother

Paradoxed discourse
Spoken on route
They forgot the lonely beggar
Prodical sons in doubt

Polemic they'll be
In times unfortune
Burning with lust
Lost to distortion

Forbear thou shalt do
Wherein thy ruins won't topple
Genres of permeating growth
Diseased muffles!!

Absurd accumulations, broad- cloth's to wipe each bays station! What a joke of clownery tools.Irritated refuge, instigated neices and nephews miss their woeful father's.... One for a count, a whole cell to a slaughter.
Down and out lane I make mine way to your lonesome hell, where ankh arched wells draw back from higher hills..Robust outbreak of plentiful disease, orthopedics outclass your sneeze!!!!
Ovation applauded to ******* alike!!! Ordaters to outvoted daters, silence is thy key to your miserable life!!!!
Pasturage for slobs, corn for all cobs, your colonels panel design twists slow around the vine!!!!
Seconds until six, ten minutes until nine....... Will you behave like the boy you should be?
Or could have been?,

guess i'm a traveling circus
an entertaining sight
a blubbering fool
stumbling under the lights

funny to watch
me fall on my face
fall in love cause i'm silly
and swiftly get replaced

As a Man;
My main objective is make you happy in any way possible
but there are things you request of me that I shouldn’t been held responsible
I understand that your heart has been broken several times
& almost every man has made your soul cry
however, I do ask that you don’t demand for me to fix the cracks
of your shattered heart or place that undeserved pressure on my back
for I’m trying you in the best way possible, flaws & all
but I’m not obligated for punishment when I’m not the cause
cause happiness can’t be created when pain hasn’t cease to exist
it only causes more havoc with potential blessings being missed
I’m not the 1st to love you but I strive to be the last
but in order for me to do so, it’s imperative to forgive the past

As a Woman;
I desire to be your King, best friend, & partner
with the need to bring light when your world gets darker
You’re not my child, my prisoner, or my property
I don’t control your well being, that's not how to love properly
You have everything you already need but you request my presence
& that alone, in my eyes, is an overwhelming blessing
help me love you so I can love you to my best ability
never take you for granted or conduct in clownery
I’m a force alone but with you, I’m a statement
I’m capable of being the best but show me how to be the Greatest

****** Ash
****** Clowns in Boredom’s Circus
Clone each other’s Appearance and Tricks,
Multiplied are all-welcoming Sockets,
Where Eyes’re being scrambled in Mix

To prepared be after on Fire
Of enormous and devilish Heat:
Clownery supersedes the Desire –
Replicated to be after Split…

Age – Forgetfulness genuine Wishes
Brought in Imagery to memorize:
System pushes and System unleashes
Under Glass so reminding of Ice –

Of the Doomed one to melt and, avenging,
Pathway opening to mired Flesh;
Metamorphosis here arranging –
The Condition to turn Dirt in Ash…

Smile in Powder, glistening Lipstick –
Let us greet mocking Image of “Growth”:
Point of Exaggeration of Fat Pig
That has come to be Praised and loathed.

Rumbling Cutlery, senseless is Laughter,
Blown Horns are – the Tricksters are here!
Fossilized ****** Fuel waits Lighter –
To make Fun of empowering Gear!..

your flesh is brackish and bruised and covered in melancholy
it seems like you work in the coal mines with those oil stains printed all over you
i am worried that you might never return home after you were swooned by some blond chick (pawn) at the rowdy city bar and dazzled her with your charm
i am starving from the core because of a perfidious promise
licking up the crumbs and rummaging through the schemes
locked and loaded like a rifle
but you know i would never fire
cause i am the coward
who fell for your clownery in the first place