Only time you're hot is when you hold secret every summertime
Actually cold to take you back to your enlivenment memories like every year claiming time of your life's work to every one of your peers of fans reading with wonder minds;
Like the cold body idle like your enlivenment to poetry is really anything alike to every winter;
Hot in comparison to cold of both deception instead to steal women is your life's work to wonder of mines who've become a winner.

I ‘ll have you all ******* with me like it’s stealth independence identity at every “Game Time”;
you’ll never know but feel  the geniousity of sexuality plot to what comes before i ever Gain Why;
I’ll have you all thinking you’re enlivenment existence of what comes in “double” to all of “Great Minds”;
Know your foe or does one have to know both sides may come in two extensions or have already as “gain of big sides”;
I’ll have all my competition know learnt as manifest Id of every nirvana gained in slave rhymes:
of everything I’ve owned and show as proof to every extension of worth to every mistaken “Gang Sign”  
rather than even the subconscious of belief of every duplicative extension reality at proof of self seen as if I that even enlivenment owned even the daytime;

down by the river, we see through the shore,
and bear witness as human proclivities roar.

Diving into the water, we hold its wet hand
for the rivers enlivenment, so few understand:

so down by the river, we will lay in its bed
while lullabies sung by the lapping waves tread;
as the river explains, in liquid morals unsaid-
its teachings, in riptides ,flowing into our head.
  
as the sun on the water, scintillating, does glow
it calls to us now as we're destined,

we go.

Toney talking **** ever was been at relative action: so this is what happens when i own ****
the game and the actual man that prones ****
talking **** like if it was actual that arms **** short for the factual
i've been underneath like i wrote the bible since like it was his "wonder feat"
You're a wonder feat till you understand like every plundered treats,
the E in Eden has you wonder feats repetitive like a tree grown demanding scars in roots like i was underneath: Playing me only gets you murdered  like actual feats cuz this ******* talking **** like if anything hurters like Obama to your hair mang like how you arose a gangbanger to man defeat
ir really was me mang startin **** everyday all confused everyday like if demand was me.
Cuz i'm all g man another ******* till i'm ever he stand
raise it like how magnitude backstabs left was she man commandin fleets
Raise it like how it passes all magnitude was hidden from know by praise of it's masses, cuz now i'm startin ****, startin **** with my claimed owner of kinfolks, disposing flows and all opposing with your chinblow; been smoke till i'm ******* up all your naturality as it was real in every returned K to the K-O chaos enlived flow the to the now chin mode to every kinsmoke.
Bleed mode like an attempt to **** your **** up with one need- blow of my established chin mode to discovered manhood in precision given of range.
I'm jacking up my A-O to every Kayo like getting my cigarettes jacked now asked for every parallel to mind of my females to enlivened envision of range
enlivened envision of rage
enlivened envision of hate
.....Thinking jacking me was or is ever the body neutral has every one of you and my kinfolk women jacking your **** like shittin you at enlivened in thangs
I'll be everything anything anybody prasing me like assistance in ranks to be given out perception to my women now to restrictive in thangs insisting the aim: right? right, yeah right it's right as given as range
the higher you go you know ******* well of it's enlivened discovery absolute like marraige in range that **** the lesser when you're rearranging the pain
talking **** been magnitude mang like the masses pretend hides **** before i was ever fake claiming lives before you would know ******* well that proof aiming was claimed
as if rhymes was the median:
I'LL **** YOU ******* TO AIM RANGE WAIT,
i'll get your *** craving for everything stolen in energy that i own for every *** that you're in it just validates your life justly justifies your claim to my aim range strength truthly you're only talking **** as hindsight of all desperate measures to the existance of all body. Raise it and be the man of learnt confusion to all hate and chaos as chosen path to the actual "levels HIGHER already like if all extensions was justly validating as all talk when i been spittin claim when i'm shitten remember me as when i am all talk when everyone smaller was all brought like hindsight perception.
Knowing me was all absolute in all talk like minest sight deception: I'll ****** you **** now you're knowing truth: true truest nature before i was ever you in being a faker; more like a being you know truest dreams as instinct before i was ever a ranker: I'll ****** you **** in complete pristine dreamed grabs at crutch crotch as aim range prankster even wankster as the holder of time,
space and time clean backstabs as you fist **** of every trip traps as a pristinely dreamed beings pretending underneath when all you are now are on top of every wonder **** if ever reupping the true as if you know what i am in reality before intercedence death cuz it was truly me: like reality this is all future to all your poetry actual renders a blank gaze of mine of wisdom as you write your blank page is actually what aim range explains space to what blank faced truly is at fake takes of what you've stolen in actuality reality owned envisions of me
like enlivenment only just visions creates in actuality ranks raised none enlivens but make ways as a holder of time ever remembers me none as the entity's won actual remembrance of me: lonesome to none to truthful beings who reject truth in reality was really ever to gain none sight to minest right ever to wrong surity might right sight.
i own **** what you are: like all small things in my stature of nature lived as holder of everything comes to pass, your only fault is visions of perfection in education given back to your ***. I'LL WAIT *******.....

Fake pain because you’d leave to never forgive if it was actually death in pain
You’d leave me because overcoming youth would be Yet in vain
Suicide overtake pain isn’t real either because after overcoming my feat, you’d come to realize in years that have passed that you’d leave in sorrow because I’d take these risks for death in enlivenment,
Yet of the existence even envisionments come to dream of a life not owned.
We are but every year of every moment of envisioned existences becomes a life not shown.
Help Me…

THE CHALLENGE OF THE VAST
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 17th Feb 2020, Puri)
ItIt’s when the sublime silence seeks solace in the vacant naught,
Matter ceases to be meaningless in the highest altitude ever sought,
Life blooms in the enlivenment of a blossoming paradise
It’s there I meet you Beloved! In my inner awakening’s brightest sunrise.
Away from the world in the immense solitude where now I do live,
In Beauty’s beatific Bounty the outward chaos comes to an eternal cease,
The vast infinitude adores me in the beautiful expanse of the amazing Blue
The loving caress, the golden welcome! Oh Dear! It is none other than the unseen You.

The infant longing to be in love with the untouched Absolute
All my breath stops there in the earthly longings irresolute,
The spirit soars high, listens to the Clarion Call of the inmost Soul,

That lives deep within me, guided my Consciousness to reach the invisible Goal.
I‘ve been clad with the shapeless Flame’s all-solacing clasp,
The Earth belongs to me, I’m no more a victim to her serpentine grasp,
The mundane responds to the deathless Delight to descend down,
The Glory of the All Alone is adorned with the Immortal’s crown.
The mortal mirth no more momentary in the momentous hours,
The Heaven’s felicity drops its nectar not in drops but in showers;
The sweet kisses of the distant Sweetheart’s never-parting lips,
The earthly sojourn sings the songs if the Empyrean Bliss.
The formless fortitude regains faith in the once fugitive certitude vast,
The agony’s amour is ready to touch the ecstasy’s enrapturing heart,
The spilth of paradise is in plenty upon the breast of the browny earth,
Look upward, rise from your stupor of the all-lingering ignorant mortal birth.
The enlightening effulgence of the imperishable rays from the abode above, makes me bathe in the all-touching Alone’s immaculate Love,

I’m one with Him in my body-less attire of the Soul sacrosanct –
Making my life worthwhile in the Omnipresent’s immensity vast.
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THE LISPING LIPS OF LOVE
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 30th May 2020)
There is an endless ecstasy,
The immortal opens its door of Eternity;
Its divine solicitude -
Implores me to merge into Bliss’ infinity.
The exalted euphoria of Heaven’s elixir,
The rainbow-rapt mirth in the distant Zephyr,
The call of the Unknown from the long-lost Felicity,
The new revelation of the fortuitous identity,
The silent killing of the self-esteemed ‘I’ in me.
There you sit alone and rule sovereign,
The Monarch of the solemn solitude’s King.
With azure mirth all around,
Creation is the most beautiful play ground;
The vibrating mellifluous notes
Which in the argent air float.
It seems as if Infinity is imprisoned in the
Finite human being.
Full of Compassion and all the best.
The moment’s most momentous touch –
From the land of the Sublime,
Sings songs of celestial rhyme.
The all-pervading Vast adores Thee,
In your pure and sacred spirit free;
Blossoms from the Kingdom of Beatitude
Make life anew,
With innumerable hue;
To roam in the freedom of Soul:
The choicest destiny man could ever behold.
The soft whisper in your breath
Which Creation breathes into every life’s depth,
To make it afresh
The mortal living,
But epoch-making;
But not for vain frolicking!
Though we seem to belong to the World
And take it as our own,
The World never belongs to you,
You are the Absolute, all alone.
You aspire for enlivenment
Which always will renew -
Midst innumerable hue.
The New World Order is only for the choicest few,
Not for the idle, not for Man-monster;
The One Will of the Supreme Master!
It is not for any playful pastime,
Oblivious of the unique exemplary Rhyme.
For, each life counts
In the eyes of the Sublime.
Do rejoice
In the unseen Grace
Only in caring and sharing.
All are tiny specks of pollen
Dropped from starry golden Blossoms of -
The flawless firmament divine.
Sweet are thy notes,
Sweet is the Symphony;
Sweet are your moon-clad rapture,
Soft is the Rhapsody.
Let the little “I” in me
Forever merge into the limitless Vast in Thee,
In the most magnificent majestic Harmony.
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