i.

Mine Dame
Unfasten mine cream pigment barong;
Scuff the tiny button's, serenadeth me with Tagalog.

ii.

None need for baon
Where we shalt go is not strained by materialism;
This is not a place of Balaam.

iii.

Mother-naked, ourn quiddity's latched
None leviathan demonic's, no human electronic's;
Mine darling, hug closely, none murrain pain's to be hatched.

iv.

Mine foremost, drinketh with me
Amour's Buko juice as a toast;
A barkada of high-up angelic's to guide ourn ghost's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose

You are my
Ensorcelled Elysium,
You are my
Eden Dream.

You cascade
Upon my Dreamscape,
Enshrine my slumber in
A flowered gale of aromatic petals
That envelop me, beckon me
To herald the rebirth
Of Days of Yore.

You vein
The Glistening Glade of Memories
With your
Brooks of Aqueous Emerald.

Tis' the
Phantasmagoric Plane
Where still
My wayworn spirit wanders, wearily
In search of the magic
To enfetter
The Hands of Fate
(For they conspire against us).

Swifter than your descent
Into my soul
(Five seconds still and flat)
By
The nexus of your affections,
You evanesced
Like vapor,
Yet
I shall not concede to
The Malevolent Matriarch of Destiny.

For you
O, Breath of Life,
Forsook me not
So I sublime all stains
Tarnishing my flesh
By cries to The Ethereal.

At midday
Awaiting the Twilight
I long for
The birth of The Womb of Aether’s
Progeny,
Starlit winds.

I muse
Swimmingly in Seas of Reminiscence,
Banished from that Blackened Bastion
Of Shadowed Heavens,
For when darkness shrouds
My dreams can be seen
Draping the skies.

I then fathom,
You must not be far off,
Wishing,
Hoping,
Believing
That perhaps
You too
Wonder upon stars
Longing to find that one
That entwines us anew.

You shall alight,
Upon me once more
As
August Sun’s Nimbus
(If only for a moment)
Is thwarted
By
Ebony Miasma
That drenches Cimmerian skies.

In search
Of Ardor’s Light abiding in
The Sylvan Shrine of Your Numinous Eyes
I plead that
The Crag oppress
The Coals of Tribulation,
Until my anguish is
A Diamond Heart.

The pilgrimage
I must bear,
Must be traveled by
The Adamantine alone.

Where have you gone,
Tree of Life?
Why have you withered,
Yggdrasil?

Do I possess
The Eradia of Souls,
By which you shall
Effloresce?

I would halt the cogs of time,
Relinquish my liberty,
To slumber for eternity
In crystal stasis
By your side.

Even in that crystalline quietude,
I would be eminent,
I would be exalted,
I would be ennobled,
In the knowingness that
Your
Stalwart Heart
Radiates
Just beside me.

I exhale Empyrean Winds
When rapt in reverie,
Yearning to be
Captive to your devotion,
Yours alone.

The Bliss of Your Most Holy Kiss
Would signet me
With the
Bounty of Your Name
Burnishing the skin
On my lips.

Though ephemeral,
Your presence divined,
Your presence
Was my anointing.

To be solaced
By the astral resonance emitted
By your touch
Sent the
Pulse of Nirvana
Surging, rippling,
Like a kaleidoscope tide,
Down my spine

You are
The Waters of Vitality
That floweth from
The Creeks of Eden,

You have been
Poured upon my palate
From the
Goblet of Redemption
That I may drinketh
Of
Supernal immortality.

When once again we meet,
Perhaps the tears you summoned
From my spirit
By your
Stirring caress
Shall have absolved me
Of the pangs
In loving a man
(And man alone).

Perhaps then,
The sentiments
I pine to profess,
Will resound.

A melody
Sung in legato,
A  mellifluous melisma,
Flawlessly delineated
And
Intonation in deiform
Or perhaps,
Flowering fioritura
Lacing airwaves,
By the Empress Coloratura.

Perhaps then, piety
Betwixt you and I,
Will waft the air
And I might then,
Permit my quaking body
To succumb to
You alone.

Until that morn,
I shall be vigilant,
Counting the Dawns,
Counting the Twilights,
Until
I can gaze
Into your forested eyes
If even for but a moment.

For even but a moment
Spent with you,
Will bleed a nostalgia
Across my mind's sky,
Painting clouds crimson with passion,
And
That I shall revere,
And
That shall last
And last
And,
Last… And
Last.

O, it will last,
To Elysian Infinity.

∞
            I am a vestige,
               But I shall live once more,
                  In the light of memories
                       That blossom, are perennial,
                           And imbibe the dazed glory of the past
                       Until the past is vanquished
                 By a future that is fragrant
             With the mist of romance
          And eclipses the simulacrum,
       A fictitious sun of the infernal masquerade,
    The antithesis of the truest holy,
Then, rapture of life shall mystify no longer,
For the Numen of Truth,
  Shall cleanse creation without a drop of façade,
      His Providence shall emancipate the hollow,
             The Death of Dreams shall writhe
               In everlasting abeyance,
                 Absolving our wayward spirits,
                  The Winds of Change,
                  The Scourge of Pain,
               And
          The Loveless Wraiths
        That haunted our husks
      Shall be transcended for aeons,
  And tribulation made distant, made nebulous
As the Genesis of Time and Space itself
  For we embark on an exodus,
     Beseeching salvation to redeem us
        When the Requiem of Iniquity
           Is triumphed by everlasting cadence.

Be Valiant,
                 Be Sapient,
                             Be Love
                                       And
                                          By this
                                                You shall conquer the world
                                                           ∞

J.
Ah, J.
A love I hath excitedly longed to find,
A love t'at previously had no name.
J.
A love too thrilling for my sights to feel,
and perhaps th' only love t'at couldst make me thrilled;
A love so genuine and benevolent,
A love so talented and intelligent.
Ah, J.
A love t'at just recently landed on my mind;
And made all my lyrical days far more splendid;
A love t'at briefed, and altered me more and more;
A love so chilly and important, with subt'leness like never before.
Ah, J.
My very, very own J.
Perhaps my future king, my precious, but at times villainous-darling.
Oh, J.
And perhaps I am just not as virtuous as I might be,
But t'is poem shall still be about thee;
For thou art-within my minds, still awkwardly th' best one,
With a pair of oceanic eyes too dear; and a civil charm so fine.
J.
J, o my love.
If only thou knew-how oceans sparkles within thy eyes,
And 'tis only in thy eyes, t'at any of t'ese complications might not become eerie,
And then t'is destiny is true, as well as how truth is our destiny;
So t'at any precarious delicacy is still faint-perhaps, but not a lie.
Oh, J.
A bubble of excitement t'at my heart feelest;
But if consented not, shall be the wound no blood couldst heal;
Ah, J, if the heavens' rainbow wert fallen, t'an thou'd be purer;
Born as a sin as us all humans, thou art cleaner to my heart still, and canst but love me much better.
Ah, J.
If only thou knew-how madness floweth and barketh and drinketh from our spheres,
But even th' devil cannot spill its curse on our strangled love;
At least until everything is deaf-and we duly cannot hear,
As skies descend onto th' sore earth; and our dumb sins are t' be sent above.

J.
How pivotal thou art to me-if only yon foliage couldst understand;
If only t'ose winds were not rivals, but one-or at least wanted to be friends.
Ah, J, even only thy words filled my comical ******* to th' brim;
And as far as heavens' angels canst hear, I am no more in love with him.
Ah, J.
'Tis cause my verses are seeking thy name, and his not;
I may create th' words, but thou deviseth my plots;
Ah, and him, the bulk of egotism, and whose frank misery;
Are but too disastrous to me, and in possession of too much agony.
Oh, J.
Thus thou art th' only one who remaineth solemn;
Th' one to remain ecstatic, and as less aggressive as calmness;
But of the broad thoughts I used to think of him, I feel shame;
He is just some unborn trepidation at night-though on fine mornings, he is tame.
Ah, J.
Let me disclose th' egress of thy journey, and tellest me now-is which towards mine?
Ah, thee, thou who art so bounty, and deliciously fine;
And t'ese thoughts of thee-are often tasty, and oft'times generous;
'Ven when thou'rt mad, and thy chanting is vigorously serious.
Ah, J.
Thee, a soul of painless blood;
Whose disgrace hath been buried;
Whose vanities hath been laid off;
Whose miracles hath been lavished on.
Ah, J.
Thou art one bright portrayal of my merit;
I fell'n love with thee in a single bit.
Thou bore my tears, and scorned away my guilt;
And in th' swaying summertime, thou wert my protective shield.
Thus my, my very own J.
My gale-like, and unutterably luscious poem;
About whom my thoughts are jolly, but mindful and insensible;
Ah, J, I wish I were more frail, paler, and gullible;
Ah, but if only being so couldst make me more compatible.
Oh, J.
And compatible, compatible with thee alone;
Fleshly be thine whenst all is borne on thy own;
Be thy only trusted companion, and thy eloquently verified wife;
Be thine, and thine in wifery only, throughout and for th' rest of thy life.
J.
All Let me then guess but the tranquility of thy thoughts-hath thou gone mad?
Behind us are rainbows, and thus thy songs should not be sad;
But even though they were sad, I wouldst lend thee my heart;
So t'at no summer sunshine couldst further tear us apart.
J.
Ah, J, why are th' blue skies far too impatient in thy eyes?
Just as how thy deep scent is febrile in my air;
Thy gushes of breath are thick in my young weather;
As buoyant as yon summer itself; as voluptuous as lingering daisies.
J.
And t'is ****** scream, within my heart, needs indeed-t' be fulfilled;
And its vulnerability t'ere always, to be killed;
Ah, J, t'ere is 'finitely no poem as beautiful as thee;
T'ere is no writing yet as such, as trivial and distant-as my eyes canst see.
J.
Ah, J, darling, and my very fine darling; is chastity to thee virtuous?
About which my soul is hungered-and t'ereby curious;
But if 'tis so, I shall be merry-and ever meekly laborious;
I shall make it tender, and maketh it a reliant gift, to thee.
J.
Ah, J, and thou came to me one aft'rnoon, with a sweet muteness;
For to thee, poems are far more pivotal to a young poetess;
Yes, and far prettier t'an a beastly bunch of words;
Whose curse is whose sweetness itself-and whose whole sweetness is curse.
J.
Ah, J, so shall I be thy pure lady t'en?
For purity is a curse-and related not within t'ese walls;
Walls of discomfort-irresolute and at certain times foreign still;
Walls t'at shun us-and be ours not, due to t'eir own reserved castigations.
J.
Oh, querida, my random rainbow-but still my dearest querida;
My poetry in th' morning, and th' baffling flute, for my evening sonata;
And as it is sounded, I shall be thy private lonely prelude;
But th' one who maketh thee singular, and nevertheless, handsomely proud.
Ah, J.
And thy perfect red lips are th' stillettos of the sun;
Critical but radiant-all too agonising in t'eir inevitable shape;
So t'at kissing might be just too much fun;
And from which, o my love, t'ere is no such a famous escape.

J.
Ah, J, thou knoweth not-I am asleep only within thy remembrance;
As how I am awake only in thy life, and partake of my justice, in thy glory.
Ah, J, but if satire were the only choice we had, shalt thou be with me?
Ah, my J, for be it so-I shall never regret anything, I shall never say sorry.

J.
Ah, wherefore art thou now, my love? I am now cursed. My dreams are mad.
I am now crawling out of whose realms; I wanteth but'a stay no more in my bed.
Ah, J, but in my dream thou wert too miles and miles away, and indolently anonymous;
I hatest sleep t'ereof, for t'ey piercest me so tiringly, with a harm they deemest as humorous.

J.
Ah, sweet darling, and in our dreams, t'ere is no strain, nor piety;
Even thou-in th' last one, despised my pyramids-and my chaste poetry;
Ah, querida, I am but afraid our loneliness shall be gone 'fore long;
For its temporariness is not sick, and canst work its way along, with a belief so strong.

J.
Ah, love, but t'is loveliness itself-is indeed tyrannous,
And its frigid poetry is randomly perilous,
As how th' daydreams it bringeth forth-which are luminous,
But as love is innocent, by one second canst all turn perilous!
J.
Ah, J, thus our story is brilliant, and in any volume real' magnificent,
With curves palatable, but with some greyness too fair-and too pleasant!
Ah, J, if passion dost exist, and thus maketh it all real;
And at once I shall understand thee; and listen only, to how we both feelest.

Ah, J.
My very, very own little J.
My dearest J.
The harbour of my ultimate love.
My most cordial, and serene spring of affection.
My most veritable nirvana, my vivid curiosity-and shades of frankness.
My dream at heart, and my sustainable ferocious haste.
Th' love in which my ever fear shall subside,
And be overwhelmed by its unfearing light.
J.
Oh, J, my glossy, exuberant darling.
And as more winds sway, and amongst the green grass outside,
I canst but feel thy eyes here watching;
Thy eyes t'at widely grinneth, and flirtest with my poetry itself;
Thy eyes t'at forever invitest, yet are all more daring than myself;
Ah, J, even though t'is love may be a secret scene,
But I hath felt, even vulnerably, not any provoking passion so keen-
For though they couldst my flowed veins hear,
They were still delicately unseen-with a serenity t'at was ne'er here.

Lord
thy soul
chant your name
from this
river of light
where
i return  
i drinketh twice

i.

Woe unto thee O' man, making woman thine thrall, beating her, bruising her, O' how God dost see it all. Woe unto thee making innocent toy-***-slaves, build thy Bunker's in thine deep caves, for thy statues and idols wilt be moth-eaten, cankered; just as thy silver and gold.

ii.

Woe unto thee O' man, taking innocent soul's, young men fight and die, whilst dear mother's cry, look to the sky's; for the signs of Prophecy art awake, stay alert O' elite men for how the ground is soon to quake.

iii.

Woe unto thee O' man, blasting bomb's in foreign lands, making robots human, and robots men; how technology hast become thine own savior. But thou shan't be saved, just running away, as thy streets wilt fill with the blood to be spilt and crumbling skyscrapers.

iv.

Woe unto thee O' man, spraying chemicals in ourn midst, slowly murdering the innocent; whilst thou drinketh toddlers cruor to keep alive another day.

v.

Woe unto thee O' man, pushing deception on TV, media puppets thou doth feed, CIA infiltration with thy greed. O' soon thy airwaves wilt be shocking. Thy earth
Wilt mourn like cradles rocking,
Making Christmas not of the
Messiah but of stockings,
Filled with lust and
Filth.

vi.

Woe unto thee O' man, grab some stilts, walk highly with thy head in the clouds, as thou hath all pride and None shame.

vii.

Woe unto thee O' man, for thou knowest not pain, for what's coming to this sphere shalt make men's hearts fail them.

viii.

Woe unto thee O' man, judgements art coming as I shalt detail some thing's as
For me to thee I was sent. Quakes in high
Magnitude, an Antichrist and his false
Prophet, whom shalt rule for seven year's,
A mark of the beast (RFID chip) in the forehead and right hand, don't yet shed none tears yet for these things all were
Planned. A one world religion coming
Together as the false prophet wilt make,
The last 113th Pope is here, many lies
He gives and takes. Predicted by two
Saint Malachi's, of the last great deciever
Of the Church; he gathers all religions as the Bible dost sayest, so don't let thy feelings get hurt. All religions wilt gather, after the rapture of the church, the rapture is Jesus Christ rescuing his People, from the Antichrists coming scorch. As in the moment in the twinkling of an eye, believers in Jesus Christ like bird's wilt disappear and fly, high in the clouds to meet ourn Lord in the air, news channels wilt be reporting (MILLIONS PLUS MISSING) MANY NOT HERE!) The Antichrist is here now, he wilt soon (return) many will bow to an image made for him during the seven years of God's judgement that shalt be felt-heard. The Antichrist shalt hath anyone killed who doesn't worship his fatal image, for anyone whom takes his mark (RFID chip) wilt be eternally ****** for hells own wishes. Though Christ didst not come for to judge the world, but to save, the sinners, all humanity, were all sinner's on display. For Christ died on that cross, was mocked spat upon, beard ripped out, holes in wrists and feet, after his soul left his body the sun turned dark, the moon blood the Earth's shook for his own People killed gods son, the only name that gets thee to heaven; Yeshua hamashiach ( Jesus the Messiah) alpha, Omega, beginning and end. Life of living water, bread from heaven. He's always the same yesterday and today. As must I sayest to fireballs shalt come, and tsunamis so high people can't run. War wilt be nuclear as battles shalt rage in Israel, Christ came not for thy damnation as thou hath been taught, he came to save the soul. The Lord said ( I am the way truth and the life, no man cometh to the father God but by me,) that means only through Jesus, gods son, canst thou be free. Theres none other escape from these things coming to pass and things to be. Salvation was payed on that cross for thou and me. Now it's they own decision where thou Wilt spend eternity, a very real hell descibed in death and ourn gospels seen. Yet don't take mine word reader, thou canst try to ignore all the day, I just came to tell thee who died for thee, Yeshua (Jesus) his name. There's much more I couldst sayest but I'll leave thee with this, John 3:16,( For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.) He opens his arm's to thee O' reader, it's time to make thy choice, the morrow
Might not be here for thee, Christ offers
These words with his voice.

© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry

O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!
O sun, that from thy noonday height
Shudderest when I strain my sight,
Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light,
      Lo, falling from my constant mind,
      Lo, parch'd and wither'd, deaf and blind,
      I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.

Last night I wasted hateful hours
Below the city's eastern towers:
I thirsted for the brooks, the showers:
I roll'd among the tender flowers:
      I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth;
      I look'd athwart the burning drouth
      Of that long desert to the south.

Last night, when some one spoke his name,
From my swift blood that went and came
A thousand little shafts of flame
Were shiver'd in my narrow frame.
      O Love, O fire! once he drew
      With one long kiss my whole soul thro'
      My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Before he mounts the hill, I know
He cometh quickly: from below
Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow
Before him, striking on my brow.
      In my dry brain my spirit soon,
      Down-deepening from swoon to swoon,
      Faints like a daled morning moon.

The wind sounds like a silver wire,
And from beyond the noon a fire
Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher
The skies stoop down in their desire;
      And, isled in sudden seas of light,
      My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,
      Bursts into blossom in his sight.

My whole soul waiting silently,
All naked in a sultry sky,
Droops blinded with his shining eye:
I will possess him or will die.
      I will grow round him in his place,
      Grow, live, die looking on his face,
      Die, dying clasp'd in his embrace.

Doth drinketh thine darkest drink
No cream no sugar
And thine legs make haste
No wait no niceties
For if not, the poison shall leak from thine ******
But at least you'll be awake through it all

Tyler Castro
3/20/17

I'm the blood
Inside her vein's;
In love, O' love,
Madly insane.
Pouring down
Like sensual rain;
I'm the blood
Inside her vein's.
I feedeth her heart
Into her soul,
I enter in silver
She cometh out
Gold; I'm the blood
Inside her vein's,
Inside her mouth
I swirl again, tis
I'm the love inside
Her head, I enter
On in, angelic
sentient; tis
I'm the spirit
Inside her chalice,
She drinketh me, over-
Taketh me by her
Asian palace: im the
Blood inside her vein's,
I'm vital, I'm living,
Once again; I'm the king
Inside her dream's, inside her chamber, tis do I sleep.
I'm the blood inside her vein's, and O' how sweet doth her plasma taste. Tis I'm the blood inside her vein's........



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated

They taketh all for granted, they smile whilst they ****
On ****** they savor over, like hellion getting their Thrill's;
They hath to drink to numb, they hath to tune out by pill's
They've lost the truth meaning, of giving without seeking deal's.

They've thrown it all to the wind, aloft the heaven's they've come
Their fears and tears art heavy, wherein their cruor is succumb;
They drinketh of nothingness, they art their own chosen one's
Bombing another out of land difference, tanning to the sun.

Lover's of themselves, they seeketh to giveth none charity
They awake to the darkness, their in much disparity;
And whilst the moon cometh out, they howl like stray dog's
They seeketh only themselves, in reality they loseth all.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

Ye are the salt of the earth; . . . (Matthew 5:13)


Preservative or pickler in the brine,
To render flora, fauna for our good,
Or season, that the flavor ever should
Appeal to palate, coarsest fare refine.
That drawing, drying halite from the mine,
Which whitens pasture, threatens livelihood,
Keeps calling out for only That which could
Begin to slake, assuage its arid shine.
And what but Water satiates our thirst?
The salty food that makes us crave the cup,
That bone-dry want for quenching from Above
Just proves the pow’r that salt had from the first
To drive us toward the Life that fills us up--
And plunge our thirsty souls into His Love.



. . . but whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him
shall never thirst;
but the water that I shall give him
shall be in him a well of water
springing up into
everlasting life.  (John 4:14)

Dark have been the days of late.
Feasting upon the rotting flesh of suns past,
None shall be delivered.
Grown too tall,
Hungered far in excess of what any stomach could carry,
Carried farther than any man dareth venture.
A ceaseless machine,
Cries out in smoke,
The ghastly thing spews,
Waste, lies, misery,
Upon those unknowing folk who drinketh from deceiving waters.
Strong trees stand no longer,
Delicate flowers of darkened shades,
Pilfer the landscape.
Intoxicating petals, formerly fair,
Trigger a grand collapse of the self.
Birds flutter hastily,
Stars spin before wide eyes,
A veil unending shields against the truth.
Many fear I hath become a madman.
The last star fades behind the peak,
The valley grows dark,
‘Tis the fate of I to fall into oblivion.
Methinks that sheep are blind, yet loyal,
Holding course without falter,
Keeping pace with the masses.
I apologize, dear listener,
For I fall into old cliches.
The stone that breaketh herds,
With force unmoving yet natural,
I stand before thee as a lone stranger,
Plowing against trivial time.
Betrayed by my own kin,
Great hammers are forced upon delicate fingers,
Hand over hand climbing ever onward,
With mangled digits.
My palms very nearly caress the precipice,
Idle hope keeps legs steady,
Mind weary,
Soul ever searching.

...and who
drinketh from
this
poisoned well
only
the
good people
from
the
town of Nottingham

I’m not familiar with these words,
Paints a red image of bloodied lust,
A beating of drums,
A river coarse that tunnels with ecstasy,
Glittering with fairy like dust in the dungeon,
A potion of serenity,
Created from the unlimited fountain,
Shaken with a professor’s touch,
Pitted on electrical buds,
Sending the current to mainframe,
Such a combustion,
Oh I drinketh too much.

Concentrated love
surges far beyond
quenching body desire
permeates all done
of two consumed in it!

drinketh bitter
and ugly moments as one
less a grumble
happily eateth the pleasant

its seeds sprout best
in a heart accepting
fertile and bad soils.

And they love the naked woman,                  the mother of us all in the night,
Red w / Black the length of the ***,              the body of the poet &
the heat of the Dead Space,                     the face & feet;
had her snooch been pleasant to be next                      to,  
& among the year's list of the best dark
               places,
a young man to think of the green manure
are not taken away out of the American;
The death of Jesus is living gold,                        in the form
of the Brothers of our mind,        poetry is inflamed by you;
do not have the money, 1 find out w / the sun turned
the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death difficult it is going to be ******* skin to a great start
the blood of the sea,      her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this;
the hair, which is good, the kids out of the six;
And you are thinking about the way the name of the calling of God
are the dream and the wife, but the loss of the baby blue;
1 knew the things of the story be

after that the Sky Moon Girl's Life
is open to the general American gold drunk Igor heard anyway;
human hands ***** yellow English father,      w/ a bad cold writes that way,
Listen to me turned to Greek Draft 1000
& the three full-theory deep inside;
Medusa, leaving us w / the spirit of God,                but the Son of the stone
which he chose to think things were holy;
And the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures;
And widely used of the stars of Aquarius;
The nature of the gay kids, the book of the cities
to the Expo opening
In the department of brown rock,              one of the the best of whatsoever
he has put in paint deux let the cat his uncle Guy
1 joined the arms of writers, that 1 May is not running,
     standing
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w / wet & Sweet
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of smoking
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the best played badly wearing
a wall in a school dance stripper,
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to sing a little ***** fingers toes
watching James House turned to fall
Park Live cops sitting on the floor;
the origin of the Bedford friend,
a genius whose pictures of *******,
blond in the Sun leaves behind
some of the greatest unproven theories
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Gus loving Mary wrote six buried w/in;
spectacle worthy of knees eye replay of science in
suede boots                              running for the Mail
from the radio to the dance floor of glass
& plastic flesh
to change completely into flames,
burning Bettie's corporate guns,
&              checking where it started to burn,           the tongues             every
                        dessert's kiss written in Paradise Rainbow sleep,
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was present for Bob to a stranger, a burst of the side
of the shimmering light in the Christian towns of drinks
at the bottom of thee to **** recollect
that 1 said the tooth is to be removed
by Einstein for the asking of the public
to break it as food in the place of the angle of the character;
of Lee's **** to return to footballs,  the waves of the account
is to understand the mind of a vacancy in the temple;
a voice of the glory of the women,               to see to the ship for its injuries
to the head & was just about to clothe him,                      having understood
the Wilderness Museum,                        & the crowd around the glory table,
prostitutes & the streets of the city,          hotter than mad at the Jews happy,
he saw the dying muscles in the movement
begun by arson
outstanding component of the older men
& others who have not long to leave,                      having a strand of naked
hair                               as opposed to a head held up to the bra made by that girl
is so much to say that the fall is dreaming
of the fate of the famous mountains of Asia;                                  And in that bar on the side of the medical because
of his skin at the queen mean
you now like an American;              Big Jesus alive
gold in the form of brotherhood American goddess
our minds to find the money
sun is an ancient city,
hell makes you **** the battery is too hard for ******* skin
to be great dearth in the blood of the sea
& every woman's ***** of her passage,
quoted from the poet of the word of her hair to the kids
& six are thinking about the way the name of the calling
of the Dream of a wife, and has destroyed
the entrance to the baby, & blue;
& knowing of the middle story is better to live in the sky
the moon
sons and daughters to open the American Igor,
when drunk w/in a country in his ***** yellow & gold
into the English now cold air from bad heart,             children born to write
to walk the big walk back in Greece;
Time will love women woman
naked eyes Girls Man Mother God Life
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good thing *** body
poet; Dead Space hot face, feet & head going
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the red w/ black the length of the ***,                             the body of the poet
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                                       list of dark places,
a young man to think of the green manure
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do not have the money,                   1 find out w/ the sun, turned
to the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death it is difficult ******* skin to a great start going to be
the blood of the sea,                    her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this,
the hair, which is good,              the kids out of the six,
& you are thinking about the way the name
of the calling of God
are the dream, & the wife, but the loss of the baby,               blue,
1 knew the things of the story better
than the Sky moon girl's life                        is open to the general
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human hands ***** yellow English father,    
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of new M-Theory deep inside,                 leaving us Medusa w/ the spirit of God,                
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which he chose to think were holy things,
& the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures,
& widely used of the stars of Aquarius,
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to return to sing a little ***** fingers house
turned to fall James' toes watching live cops sitting
on the floor in the Park;                  an original Bedford friend, a genius'
picture of ******* on the blond                                     in the Sun leaves
behind some of the greatest proven Machines;
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Gus loves Mary,                                    six w/in wrote of the buried
spectacle worthy of knee eye play science for Male suede running
from the radio to the dance glass plastic flesh
to change completely in flames burning Bettie's
corporate guns checking started tongues w / e dessert,
kissed written paradise angels sleep pregnant reading
daughter a monster, a messenger was present for Bob
to a stranger, a burst of the side of the shimmering light
in the Christian towns of drinks in the bottom of the to ****
recollect that I said tooth to be moved by Einstein
for asking the public to break it as food in the place
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football to the waves on the account of is to understand
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of the women to see the rate, for injury to the head was just
about was clothed with him, having understood the wilderness,
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& street life of the city,
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in the movement begun by arson men and outstanding
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who have not had a strand of naked as opposed
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to say that the fall is dreaming of the fate of the famous mountains
of Asia, & in that bar on the side of the medical because of his skin
at the queen mean you now like an American;
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hell makes you **** the battery is too hard for ******* skin
to be great dearth in the blood of the sea, ***** & every woman
of her passages quoted from the poets
of the word of her hair to the kids
& six are thinking about the way the name of the calling
of the dream of a wife, & hath destroyed the door of the baby,
& blue, & knowing of the middle story
is better to live in the Sky
w/ the moon, sons, & daughters,
& to open the Igor when the drunk American
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into the English now cold
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to walk the big walk back
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feet & snooch
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finds the Sun in the ancient city         of hell;
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call the Dream Wife real lost
door baby blue true knew Middle
making history better live in the Sky & Moon
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human hands ***** father;
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spirit the truth of stone feeling the holy son
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earth years white dark place things
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great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets
word fire hair kids six thinking Street noun calling for the Dream
wife to become real at the lost door of baby blue truth;
she knew the Middle [making history better] live Sky Moon child girls
open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold tracing human hands ***** father; Time's cold heavenly English yellow bedside,
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strippers asking about matters & ringers;
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reality sister eating sand
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lord Club waiting smell garden pretty brought Rainbow Alchemy
language rich daughter air died;
Silver mom tree birth unknown
walls of Magic Science wind powered dreams hearing Latin gods sexily falling of their Sacred sitting toes, turning & watching the live cops
in Bedford Park original painting of the floor of *******,
her blond friend's genius machine; a Prophet fell atop leaves for sure,
coolly loving Mary's six w/in wrote & buried the sight of the meet;
her knees & eye play at knowledge bat the Radio dance center plastic glass change Bettie hairy fleshy flames burning her heart;
corporate guns holding the startled tongue w/out table kissing
written Paradise angel sleep,             Pregnant & reading to the daughters of the monster;
the news struck Bob stranger than holding
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her favorite food Lee's **** rather            than the computer corner's public
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takes the planet felt eve alive wrong   a teenage muses ode watch speaking bring smoke ****** start;
meaning stupid enough hidden abstract winds cut clearly through ghosts; ****** in stockings met crazy adversary;
walked lived lay jack **** caught in thin shadows ever knowing
early sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties unseen dawn;
a single Thanks straight turns standing glory
leading picture **** ****** street *****;
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so began torches of mankind half plural older wide leaves strange,
hey, literally bare on the beach opposite the roll of Bras happening
to his mistress held as much as for telling;
And they love the night, there is no doubt of the woman,
the mother of
the Red & Black poets from the body
the length of the ***,
Dead Space by heat, face & feet;
snooch was pleasant, so the next year,
a list of the dark places;
The young think green manure
You can count on the American;
Death of Jesus & living for gold in the form of
Of our minds inflamed w/ the anger of poetry;
they have no money & to find out what is w/in the sun changes
Titus after taking a nursing battle
hard leather of the future land developers of ****
is said to be a part of the sea becoming blood thereof,
by the ***** & in its proper place,
The words of the poet's hands;
Good Hair kids learn about ***
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The woman lost the baby blue dream;
I know that the story is better than the Sky's specific book of Love
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English of human hands ***** yellow w/out a bad cold,  & he writes:
Listen to me, & turned to the draft & three full deep inside Fig Greek
1000; Medusa, giving us the spirit of God & His Son of stone
all the things that he wanted the Saints to be,
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& of the beasts; The Aquarius recently used by the stars;
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in the Budget; This Rock,                               one of the best brown
In the cat's painting deux,                           w/ his uncle Guy
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standing, he Came Over to the outside edges to form a good flow of grapes, the world talking
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of blind glass;           yechy
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he asked to return to the matter of strippers
singing his fingers & toes watching that little *****
at James' House turn to fall
in the Park before the cops sitting on the floor;
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is proved by the moon the appearance
of a picture is above all,                                       bringing back the *******,
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Gus of necessity of male *** wrote,                     buried w/in
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a ray of light in the dance,
the mirror of the plastic of the flesh,
change at all in the flames of the burning
Bettie's corporate guns, I abhor myself,
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go to sleep on vulputate fermentum; now the reading
of the daughter of a monster,
a message was on the spot to Bob,
not his own,                                a burst of the side of the shimmering light
in the Christian towns, whosoever drinketh
of the bottom of the Nico, you remember
that it is said to be a tooth to be moved by
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in place of the angle of the nature
of football ****, to turn the football the waves
of the reason he understands the mind empty
out of the temple of the majesty of the women
said to the ship, of the injury on the head of Eve;
of thee was clothed w/ him, having understood
the wilderness, the Museum, among the multitude
of the glory of the table of the harlots,                          they give gifts to:
& is to fall into an infinite number of a stomacher,
and held it until so much so that that the head
of the cupid Major mountains of Asia,    highlighted by the fate of more
& on that side of the bar for medical skin,
American Queen, it is now up to you like;
Is there anyone alive in the form of gold's big brothers.
The Latin of the ancient money of the goddess
                                           estranged to the sun,
             Hell fights hard to **** the skin's ****;
a great future in a sea of ​​blood,                                          woman's *****
to the words of the head of his kids
& to his wish, poet of the common;
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& his wife & the baby is lifted up to the door,             & blue
& it is better to live in the sky,        the moon,
when she knew that from the midst
of the history, sons and daughters,
& if they drink in the American,
Igor had to open the country's ***** yellow & gold in England,
some cold air from a bad heart,
children born to write to walk the big walk back to Greece;
Woman born to women with naked eyes,
the mother of a man and a donkey season
is the best poet of the night light body w/ a dark red
Dead Space hot face of a beautiful lady's feet
head is going snooch
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has left a place where *******;                                           The great art of Jesus ...
wear dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian
ordering points to the bar party
drugged because the skin of Queens at Midnight
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upon naked
Mother God's Life&     girls & men at night during the hours
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living Golden Beauty hereto mind poetry goddess money find Sun
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real lost door baby blue true knew Middle,              making history better
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standing w/ pink mouth is going lips form deep century speaks
invisible friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French;
keeping guys where reading dogs are windy ****** fields
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revolution heat modern evil soul
wearing dancing land story of the wall
beneath stripper school Christ;
strippers asking for matter ringers House ***** poem robot reality sister eating sand was then married Kiss free legs are devoid
of the Lord's Club waiting to smell the garden's pretty bought
Rainbow Alchemy language
rich daughter air died,                            Silver mom tree birth
unknown walls of Magic Science wind power dreams it hears Latin gods **** falling Sacred
& sitting w/ her toes turning watching live TV cops in New Bedford Park; original painting floor of *******,                  blond friend genius machine;
Prophet fell atop a pile of leaves sure cool loved Mary;
six wi/n wrote buried sight meet knees Radio play dance center
plastic eyeglasses; knowledge but the change Bettie's hairy flesh
into flames, Burning hearts corporation guns
holding startled tongues
w/out table kissing written;
Garden angel sleeping
Pregnant reading daughters
monster news stood,         Bob,    stranger holding the broken south's skinny
legs in tights lights Christian towns drinking second bottom **** remember talking
teeth simply move by Einstein's witch Chinese food;
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***** on the ground; the natural return of waves to a gun,
understanding the empty temple sounds w/ butts feeling
ladies on a gypsy course for clothes calling to the desert
takes the planet & felt up Eve alive; wrong,    a teenage
muses upon odes to watching her speaking & bringing smoke
forth from her ****** to start meaning stupid enough,  hidden
on the abstract winds cutting clearly through ghosts wearing stockings,
met the crazy adversary walking living laying Jack's **** caught
thinking shadows forever knowing early on how sweaty the  
beat lover goddesses ****** penalties are unseen at dawn       & single;
Thanks to straight turns stand glory
leading picture **** in ****** on the streets of *****;
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sheath moving began torches of mankind
half plural older wide, hey,                                literally leaves strange,
be bare, ah, roll;
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dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian order point bar party drugs
because the skin Queen; They love a female is my naked mother gives
us all a night-light red with black long the donkey's body that the poet's
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poetry is the deity of no money, 1 find out the sun,
an ancient city,
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death it is difficult ******* skin
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of the sea ***** is said to be a piece
of the place by the hand of the poet
of the word of these golden locks w/ a good kids' of the six
of you are thinking the way of the name calling
of the Dream of the wife, the truth of the loss at the door
of the baby, the blue,     1 knew in the midst of them
to make the story better; Sky Moon girl's life is open
to the general American gold drunken Igor heard
a trace
of human hands
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write that children born after walking to a Heart
turned to Greek & walking three full high drafts
of M-Theory & w/in the hive, leaving us an Medusa,
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to think that holy things of the small wild animals
of the late stars of Aquarius, Gay by nature
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on a brown rock, one of the best in laid paintings
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to is running, standing on her rosy mouth,                              should her
die-cast lips to form the deep, the world speaking
of the invisible things of them that are friends
of the mother, Secretly filled w/ thing wet & sweet;
as the French guys when we read the dog in the window
looking upon the ****** field of the smoking Group of Russian
brains;     musicians done up in a lot of talk,     the ***** mirror
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revolution badly beaten by modern life & wearing the story
of the wall built under the stripper's dancing school,
strippers asking for material bell-ringers of the House's *****
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the live cops sitting on the floor of New Bedford Park's
original painting of machines & the genius of the
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fell the highest leaves, certain cold loves of Mary's
six w/in wrote the buried spectacle worthy
of the knee's eye playing science for male
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plastic flesh changes completely into flames burning
Bettie's corporate guns & checking what started tongues
w/ the dessert; kissed written in paradise where the angel
is sleeping pregnant from reading her daughter's monster
                                                     of a message
                    that stood
                                  beside Bob's extraneous broken side
of flickering lights of the Christian towns,
drinks bottoms up killing to remember the talking teeth moved
by Einstein, a witch, the public will being violated
by Chinese food of the place of the angle of the nature
of Lee's **** to turn the computer waves of a gun is more
to understand the mind of the empty part of the temple
of the sound of a gypsy ladies sees the course          of an injury to the head,
the eve of his raiment became aware of the wilderness of the Earth
receiving the Sage in the Museum's song that will stand
where the smoky **** is committed
to that stupid lies removed favorite;             cut the Holy Lamb
in two nailed to meet the crazy cast walked
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had begun,
& the burning of men,       an outstanding component
of the older long leaves of others,                         have not had a the shore
of a naked man being opposed from his head,
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as     is   that which   is foremost among the mountains of Asia,
        |                             such as a point bar
part of medicine because w/ its skin goes to the queen
of the middle
of the now, do you love our American
Big Jesus alive gold in the form renewal
of our brotherhood of mind's poetry goddess of money
finding the Sun in the ancient city of hell; gobs of battle,
                       of hard ******* skin's great
future of blood, sea & ***** & a woman             is a place out of the poet's
words locked in w/ kids,      six thinking about the way
                                                   of the name of the call
of the Dream's wife, but lost door baby blue,
                            knew Intermediate History
is better to live in the Sky;                                 Moon boys & girls open to
Igor hearing the drunk American General
getting told to lay the gold down                              upon his father's tomb,                          
                   hands ***** yellow in
English time in the cold air & bad heart,             walking w/   the children
                                to write & to walk,                born big turn in Greece
                       will come hither Midnight longing for u