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POSSIBLE May 2022
God is spoken
From a potent Thing
we smoking Trees

Gaia birthed the bloom
breathed the boom
in the canopies,

In the wind flew the bees
and grew the pleasantries

Prana pushing
thunder through

sQuishing lemon trees  
like a hundred new

Whisps of mists
and heavy deeds
Sit with honeydew

The gist of this
the lemon breeze
(We) Going tunnel view

Fits and Shakes,
seeking remedies
digging under you

Might be
dicking under you

Might be
Torn asunder true

Pirate borne to plunder you....
Sweat means gold,

what's been found
with lemon -ease?

I've been told
What in our eyes
is what we ever see's

7 seas,
more like 7 deeds,
filled with deadly feeds

Demons like to pleade
with ready rease,

Virus, the life that
spread disease

(it alters our sense
and what we please)

~Ahem,  

no te comas
la verdad
del diablo,
  

today to trust
Might feel bad, but
none brought low

There's an easy in
WE  Strong Standin',
N0ne brought low

and now we win
amen, a man
none start south

Its begun...

Light as
Potent as my prayers
**** the make-believe
I can't wear it, ah

Dark is
Ever reaching
What do you receive?
What you carrying hah?

Balance
(Is) an even preaching :
What we choose to be
*I can bear it ; hah

Come  and help me unweave
those who have been so deceived

Those stuck in in the mud of ...
sputtering " how can it be ?"

**** the you or me, mentality
When Neurons Fire free
and Serotonins drained in me

You Might find Saraswati
sweetly swathing me

In glowing rivers,

poured off the moon
With Omens looming soon

With Omens looming soon
I been choking on my doom.

Dreaming
with Both eyes open

and a heart awoken ,
poorly stoking gloom

Too blind to see hope
but stoked, still
mocking roving

Vroom : im off to tokin soon.
****t this blunt be totaled soon

I Might be total loon
an inverted magic man

who most often enwomb
those caught on the moon

Those stuck in the tune
For those who hear
this earworm, this tea room sloom.

This is for Those muted in zoom:

I've found traction in heaps
Breaking as hard and often

As the risen yeast
When you pass on the least

My Passion is to find
the passion of peace

its Stuck In the  grasp
Fashioned with the sap

of my last energies...
This is for the wynd
what death screeching and incomparable will possess our feral skies bursting fissured eyes in stygian oceans of sound

what hell pharaonic and incestuous will enwomb us pyrophorically screeching into the crepuscular welkin

plutus' now plutonian name is laid out before us in the amaranthine caverns of a conflagrant mind

a resignation to wallow in the acrimonious sea of the harsh torrent of life perpetually thrashing in retrogression through the stinging rain

as shadows splatter in atramentous mirth gaily dancing in the shimmering waters of a decrepit planet poisoning itself

an oasis of debauchery grotesque agony crying through its darkened halls that screams out for liberty
brandon nagley May 2015
I want to debouch in open country, where maidens wear fine dresses, where debarrasing is new and the old is the opposite!
Redisposistioning!!!

I need a renewal, where none are cruel and none shall scorn me..
No false lovers to burn me, but to float on our own cloud nine!
A well of wine....

Hyaline wings to rasp me in molecule air's, where people can care and give and forgive all in one seeming.
An angelic meaning!!!

Our horoscope's to guide our way, as god enchants and breaks the day, as in night time comes strange creatures!!
Iconograph teachers!!!

Candles to burn their wax, poor to live in mansions, and the rich to shacks , yet all are still so equal living as one!!!
Idiomorphic suds!!!

No inurbane gesture's, only our kudos to make preachers, from the divine and sovereign the high one calls us!!
Lakefront musk!!!

The landscape is marvelous in this place with no time, no watches, no keeping of minutes that don't matter, no heart to get shattered...
No abuse, none battered!!!!

Just landlords who grow all things naturally, as striking beasts, in primal form!!!

Enwomb me envoy ive not seen, epatant dream,
For when shall someone show me all I wrote??
False hopes? Or fatalist blur?
sarah naiding Apr 2014
Lingering memories
tormenting  her ,
Fragile heart : she is ;
wondering for a half pleasure.
            oh night !
Enwomb her , hold her
into your dark chest ,
before she moves  ;
moves to the unknown
  
                                        (22/02/14-PF)
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