Oh Rudolph, hath thou'st been picked upon by thy peers,
And hath thou cry'st thyself to sleep upon thy very tears.

For hath thou been bestowed 'tis distinguished nose,
For which thee other reindeers have selectively chose,
To be'st the prime target of thou'st dearest tears arose.

Yet, as swift fame arisen hath false friendship emerged too,
As horrid bullies now be'st bestest friends as thee night'st adieu.
For little Rudolph sees not the emergence of such facade,
A'th thy actions of dearest Santa ha'th granted thy accolade.

Again'st his dearest peers and their jealousy little Rudolph sees not,
For his dearest downfall must these devilish, horrid little beings plot.
Upon 'tis dearest red heart should see'st then 'tis fated knife,
And end'st now upon the hands of thee jealousy, shall his life.
For dearest little Rudolph hath known nothing of what a masks a'worn,
Shall beings do'st yet another despire thee words prior a'sworn,
For false masks of friendship shall plant thy dagger a'heart,
Until thy jealous'd fame and body shall separate apart.

Stop battering her mind by invasions
of your curious cultural perversions
Get out of her way I tell you for god sake.
She needs quietude
To come out of her servitude
to repair and restore her aptitude
In the balm and calm of solitude

Her dome is broken with throbs
torn yarns spasm derobes
With velocity escape to infinity
Due to your ferocious felinity

She needs peace to space walk
To gather the ruffled rob safe back

So leave her  alone I tell you
As if she were in ICU

She needs silence to settle
Down to revive her mettle
with rarer precious metals
Cement her mental pieces

Mind can swoop down with trough
Ride on a rough wave's crest
Pat and pacify with suavity
bring back the halo from infinity
zero down the hero with unity,
from a state of KD 
rejuvenate the PD
Back to an ambience of 3D

So Leave her alone I tell you

Let her bleed, perspire in despire
If mind willing, desire compelling
Let it prepare her self, to repair itself
the broken respiration sighs
With high waves of neighs
conspires to set in her scattred inspiration
To the errected pyre of desperation
Asunder to cinder and surrender.

Let the fire embrace her to scintillation
In a catalystic ambiance of ventilation
Mix and suffix with whirling flame
To phoenix her into a healing dame.

For god sake leave her alone I tell you..

Deathly silent all around
lungs ache from screaming vain cries
eternal darkness surrounds
the only clear voices heard are that of a tormented mind
isolated from the rest of the world
bound and chained by insecurities
wanting to break free from an unseamingly indestructible prison
Despire; that phantom meance blocks the vision
and carves an incision into any remaining sanity
Strained breaths become louder
the end being echoed in a societal made coffin
the internal flame snuffed out
this once indigo child; strange and beautiful
now no longer in the mood for life
has given up on the chance of rescue
frozen in her own pain
all that was left were the droplets of a crying maiden

To you I come without question
my thoughts intensify from anticipation
my mind wants to be taken to to your low place
full of despire and filth that Hades itself would not follow
My mental *******
I no longer sense reason or justice, but a craving for the one who devours me
A lustful carnivore feasting on the forbidden areas of my psyche
creating the delusion of me being closer to fine
distorting my thoughts for your own perverted pleasures
I despise it, yet I long for it
I'm nothing without your cunning tongue
As you slide you words in my frontal lobe and play with the private parts of my subconscience
My Mind; that strangely isolated place yearns for another
even if that other destroys the foundation and tears the threads that hold my mental stability in place
but at least in this place though used and abused I'm not alone....My mind is a ***** for you

What is fantasy?
False fantasy confession
Understanding by analogy
The fantasy of me
Counter brainwaves
With thought guns
Deceive me
I am a self agenda
Schools are found
In the background
School mask
Real me
Real mask
School me
Fat
Sad
and
Bad
Submissive
Fantasy
Villain
Happy he should be
Look down
Straight Shot
Straight up
It's up
Fantasy is theater
Acting like a character
How many writers in a snare.
One by one making a dare
School of thought thought up
Subscribers indentured to strange
What a hollow soto
A thin man's polo
Stripped with dread
Woe on theater
Theater is the past
Back in history
****** get hit by disarray
This is a history made this way
Only character hits from these paypools
Not so obvious doc!
Try to be less conscious!
Tu lewai to LA FENESTRA
I'm playing the tropes
That I loathe and despire
Even I hide my own words
Get a thought recorder
Shipping and packaging is free for the day.
250 of the most popular
Words arranged in draft sentances
I am a fantasy! U play in.
Don't worry
I am an expert attorney
Trained in exquisite self fantasy
Proffessor of Future Fantasies
Or maybe Garfield the nat
"Sneekky rouououttttt. I know the truuttthh.
It's a parks and rec
Adventure sketch
I am declining
I've lost my health
This issssnnn'tttt FAIR
Director "CUT!"
IT COMES FROM THE HUMAN MIND
HAAUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How can you
Teach
Them
That
CAT
IN
THE
HAT
???
??!
?!?
!??
!!?
!!!
@
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Fantasy
Divorced
From mys
elf
Argumentative
Prentinsuous
And
parsimonious
Who buys it?

funny... there was just one man,
riding a donkey
into jerusalem...
      no horse in sight...
but then it was
rekindled via pearl jam's
  vitalogy song: this is not
for you...
and yeah, pigeon grooving
that rhythm...
alongside the four horsemen:
a cabernet sauvignon,
a sagrantino,
   a merlot,
& a tempranillo;
****! i can't remember drinking
red wine... it feels
like injecting dentistry's
  anaesthetic!
  faaa faa faa-ing ton-nahmin';
yeah, and they thought
the three camel-jockeys
were a big deal
  at the birthday bonanza for
primary school children...
why do atheists love christmas
carols, and call
the cantos of templars something
racist?
        i hate christmas carols,
but play me some templar cantos
or byzantine chants of monks
and i'm pumped up
into an emotional crusade...
that's why i find richie dorkings
so unappealing...
       mind you, apart from the fact
that i haven't been confirmed...
seriously? christmas carols?
  you got to be pulling me a daft
joke...
      i take the cantos of crusaders
as seriously and as the same
bounty of beauty as a muslim
might receive from receding into
an adhan...
funny though...
the wahabi mantra within
ideological demands would ban
the adhan... i.e.: no music,
                                no singing!
too true abdullah ibn isaac...
    start speaking it, end up like
the catholics,
       with that satanic-sounding
mantra of corinth...
           you keep mumbling that
indeed, when said rather than sung
the catechism becomes
a satanic by-stander...
  **** me, the evil-elven stark-naked
mumbling mantra...
         it's worse than a bunch
of bees lodge inside a seashell...
the sea? what sea? there's no sea
invoked, only the demand for
the hive and the queen...
personally?
   i have more respect for
          khadija (the first wife
of muhammad, and the one who actually
wrote down what the madman
was insiting /
                an ode to older women) -
than i have for the "******" mary -
to me khadija is an epitome -
  but she was already swearing and cursing
rolling in her mummy cloth of grave:
when she read into the deeds of
a man, who took too many liberties
              after her death;
yep, and muhammad was promised
72 lashesh by this lass;
to me? khadija overshadows maryam,
and look how she's treated...
     ******* moozoos, moozoos...
slavic slang term for muslims;
i despire atheists who appreciate
christmas carols but disregard
the cantos of the templars,
like i despise muslims who give
no credit to khadija for penning the first
surahs of the koran;
once more: last time i heard:
            he was an illiterate orphan!
so who wrote the first surahs?
                                               mr. blobby?

We control our worlds with a pen and pencil,
We shape their lives with our words and thoughts.
We give birth to our champions,
We sumon great evils to destroy our lands.
We light the fires to cast our lights of hope,
We darken the shadows that swell with despire.
We are the ones who are gods of our realms.
We are the authors.

We bring the end to the beginning,
We bring the beginning to the end,
We create worlds and realms in stroking,
We cause pain and suffering to mend,
We bring about darkness in shadow and flame,
We scatter hope to shine and bring about the light,
We create good and evil in fuition and in name,
We are the creators and the destroyers, it is our might,
We are gods among people,
We are the few among the many,
We are the authors.

we always ask the question,why?
why things happen the way they do
why people say they love you,like they actually do

why people discriminate some and like others
why the driver splashes water on you and dos'nt bother
why some cheat and pass
and some study and fail

why some are beautiful and some are not
some are poor and some have money a whole lot
why we call young guys that sag criminals
and also call people that steal criminals!

some have faith some despire
some are inspired some inspire
some are motivated and some motivate
some use theories and some innovate

life wont change if you keep asking these questions.it would change when you stand and say "i choose to be on the right side of life" and work towards it

It is a one night journey
from fulfilment to frustration
from hope to despire
from someone to no one
It takes just one night
to be a mystic...

The blowing winds,
The singing birds,
The livid nature
All bear messages

The message of hope,
Message of despire,
Message of life,
Message of death.
All builds;all Mars

Incline your ears to the winds,
Sieve your facts.
Be attentive to the birds,
Carve out your truth.
Listen to the nature,
Identify the message.

Apply your facts;cleanse your heart.
Use your truth;build your home.
Appropriate your message,
Feed your neighbours.

The facts,
The truth,
The message,
All make,the world a better home.