To the gods of the north, I pray
And raise my cup for the fallen ones
Then I cry
In Valhalla they'll sing

Rain
Red blood keeps pouring down
Come Valkyries, join me on that final ride

Here I lie bleeding
Odin, I await thee

The battle rages on

New lines they're weaving
The future, the past and the present
They're one
They will reveal their mask
To show me a way to survive
This bitter war

Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in

And terror will now rule these lands

When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home

Destiny
A spinning wheel
The path of glory
Round and round
come join us
On your final ride to Asgard
Let's move on fast
Allfather waits
So let's heed the final call

For now
We leave this world behind
It's over

All glory to the brave
Still blood will rain
Through storm and fire
Let war winds reign
It's the feast for the crows

Follow the light
Just follow the light
Or fade away

Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in
and terror will now rule these lands

When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home

We'll keep on weaving
We're crushing through lines
With our battering swords
We're marching on
Assign the brave
To survive
This bitter war

Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in

And terror will now rule these lands

When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
We'll heed the final call
A call to arms
The Valkyries will guide us home

The finally I hear them say
Carry on
For Valhalla awaits you

No sign of life did flicker
In floods of tears she cried
All hope's lost it can't be undone
They're wasted and gone

Save me your speeches
I know (They blinded us all)
What you want
You will take it away from me
Take it and I know for sure
The light she once brought in
Is gone forevermore

Like sorrowful seagulls they sang
(We're) lost in the deep shades
The misty cloud brought
(A wailing when beauty was gone
Come take a look at the sky)
Monstrous it covered the shore
Fearful into the unknown

Quietly it crept in new horror
Insanity reigned
And spilled the first blood
When the old king was slain

Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony

How long shall we
Mourn in the dark
the bliss and the beauty
Will not return
Say farewell to sadness and grief
Though long and hard the road may be
But even in silence I heard the words
An oath we shall swear
By the name of the one
Until the world's end
It can't be broken

Just wondering how
I can still hear these voices inside

The doom of the Noldor drew near

The words of a banished king
I swear revenge
Filled with anger flamed our hearts
Full of hate full of pride
We screamed for revenge

Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony

Vala he is that's what you said
Then your oath's been sworn in vain
(But) freely you came and
You freely shall depart
(So) never trust the northern winds
Never turn your back on friends

Oh I'm heir of the high lord!
You better don't trust him
The enemy of mine
Isn't he of your kind and
Finally you may follow me
Farewell
He said

Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony

Back to where it all began
Back to where it all began

Im youre gaurdian angel I protect you from being hurt.
But you still dont believe in me but in the shadows you still lurk.
When i see you, you dont see me I am there for you in the time of need.
I read your name on this piece of paper and wish to be by your side.
But for you to love me is for you to decide.
I looked at you when youre asleep and image you actually need me please give me a chance.

i

why don´ t they just make a machine
that does our living,lily,darling,
save a lot of messing..

we live all these years and then
slowly our memory depletes them
(though they say all memory lives within..)

if we were programmed at the beginning
some kind of limiting of emotion
ambition etc..

alpha to epsilon
brain washing
soma..

*** but no reproduction
endless fun
order..

is belonging
art gone
the way sure..

simple dogma
love or go
love..

ii

lily says
love is meaningless
unless we are ready to

die..
who is..
would i..

i
stood
high
to the very

devil..
fall over
weebil..ha..

but to die
and see sun
rise no more..

little bird
sing
in

the silent
dawn
sweet voice

eternal greeting..
blithe angel
o children

of the future..
messenger of
the gods..

loyal gaurdian
to ever
and never..

outside
and know
a silent cosmos..

be born anew
to heart
be found..?

through-out the poem are references to the
brilliant novel brave new world.for which i make no
apology but as a mark of respect to great talent of
aldous huxley..

I was there from the time you were born. I stood in
the delivery room, staring down at you before you
could even open your eyes to see me. Your
parents, relatives and doctors couldn’t see me
there, in the corner, watching you with cloudy eyes,
but I was there from the time you were born.

And I followed you home.

I was with you always, your constant companion.
You played with your toys alone while I stared from
all angles in nearby mirrors; my matted, clotted
hair with oily sweat that hung off my dented
forehead like glue. I was always your constant
companion, drifting behind your mother’s car on
your ride to preschool. You alone in the bathroom,
but I was on the other side of the door, wind
whistling through the bruised hole in my throat. My
arms twisted and hanging in their sockets as I
stood hunched on the other side of the shower
curtain. I wait and follow you. I follow and drift
behind you.

I’m not seen. I’m almost not-there in light. You
never saw me that morning as I sat across from
you at the breakfast table, a shiny red clot hanging
from an empty tooth socket as I gaped grotesquely
at you. I wonder sometimes if you know I’m there. I
think you are aware, but you’ll never understand
just how close I am.

I spend hours of your day doing nothing more than
breathing in your ear.

Breathing – gagging, really.

I crave to be close to you, to always wrap my
crippled arms around your neck. I lie near you ever
single night, cloudy eyes staring at your ceiling,
underneath your bed, at your sleeping face in the
dark.

Yes. You caught me staring occasionally. Your
parents came running down to your room one
night when you screamed. You were just beginning
to talk, so you were only able to cry out “Man! Man
in my room!” You thought you’d never forget the
sight of me, with my collapsed jaw hanging to my
chest, swinging back and forth. I sank back into
your closet and your mother was unable to see me
though you pointed and pointed and pointed. You
thought you’d never forget when they left that
same night. You saw the closet door crack so
softly and me crawling across the floor to your bed
on all fours, shambling in jerking movements as I
pushed myself under your bed on disjointed limbs.

You learned a new word for me: boogeyman. Not
quite the monster you thought I was. I’m just
waiting and following you always, touching your
face with my knotted fingers as you sleep.

You’ll see me again soon. Any day now, I’m
coming, blunt and brutal. One day you’ll walk
across the road and – I believe I’ll plow into you
with loud roar and a screech.

You rolling on the pavement, rolling under wheels,
bluntforce metal fenders and my fingers touching
your face again and again.

As you stare up from the cold pavement with
cloudy eyes; your matted, clotted hair hanging in
your face and your jaw unhinged and swinging to
your chest.

You’ll see me approaching.

No one else will see me. You will stare past them
into my eyes and I’ll leer down at you. For the first
time in our life, something like a smile will come
over my face. You’ll swear you’re looking into a
mirror as clotted red bubbles from our mouths.

I’ll lean down, past the doctors and the oogling
people and pick you up in my crooked arms.

Our faces will touch. My wings will unfurl. And then
you’ll have to follow me.

And I am always with you.

I am your guardian angel.

I wonder if she saw this coming
DID she even think to change?
NOT herself completely but just enough to regain strength?

WHY would she let herself go?
DIDNT she feel herself slipping away?
I miss the happiness in her laugh
TRY i said to her with every breathe i took

I can see her face wash away
HAVE i even tried my hardest
TO keep her here
LET alone, save her from herself
GO she screamed as i stood there silent and stiff

THE eyes of a lonesome girl drifted down
MIRROR mirror on the wall
IS that the girl i should have become?
MY heart sank in my chest
NIGHTMARE or real,my body is at rest

The sun had hid behind the clouds that day.

All else was quiet.

I lay out spreading my fingers
along the wheat like grass that covered me entirely
as I stared up towards the twilight;
wishing that I had only to jump
so I could soar among those bright dots against the cover of the night.

If I closed my eyes
I could almost taste those bright metallic drops,
like warm milk spilling over the brim of the morning pal.

That fantasy I harbored
to lay on the cresent moon like a hammock against the night,
only to have it dip me into the slosh of the Milky Way.
That’s what I long for.

Anything but here.

All I ever wanted,
all my dreams
lay nestled between those stars,
and as the morning sun peeked out from over the horizon,
as the dew that covered my body
rolled down gently
to form tiny shimmering impressions against each blade of grass,

as the first bird began to sing its song
to welcome the heated smell of lilies
and the fading of Pluto before the dawn,

I felt as if I would cry.

I knew,
when that sun shone
in all its concentrated rage
that my life would go to hell again,
as it did every day of my life.

Daddy would wake up.

All would go to hell.

I sit here, now,
on my porch faraway from that place that I had called home,
away from the hate,
pain,
and depression that had festered inside me.

But I sit here,
also faraway,
from the smell of the sweet honeysuckle
that would grew savagely on the wooden fence.

I sit faraway from the shimmering dew
that I so loved when laying out in the open country
for acres and acres that was my backyard.

I sit faraway from the luminous sky
that had so often taken me as a lover would in its never-ending arms.

I sit here in Long Island, New York
with a husband and no children to fill my ears.
I say now to myself,
a woman of twenty
that I only ran from one hell
to become so trapped within another.

Chad.

That’s his name. My husband.
We ran away together when I was seventeen
to New York so we could become husband and wife.

How was I to know that life would turn out like this?

I bet your asking yourself, “Does he beat her?”
No.

No. He doesn’t beat me. He wouldn’t dare.

But instead he does something else;
he hurts me, but in my heart.
Just like my daddy did.

I never thought that I could love someone so much as I love Chad.
Every time I see him
I can feel my heart skip a beat.
Its as if I were seventeen again when we first meet.

I wanted him so badly, that I’d do anything.
Except go all the way.
I stayed true to that
and waited like a giddy schoolgirl till we were married.

But by then and now, his love for me dimmed.
I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me.

That light that I would wait for every night
when he came home tired from work
would send me soaring.

And when we kissed,
oh boy,
it’s as if I tasted that metallic heat of the stars all over again.

But it’s different now.
He’s found someone else.
I know he did.
I can feel it like only wives can
when your husbands falling from your hands.

My past was comming back to me.
My own Haley came back
to take what was mine again.

I know it
I can feel it like only a sister can.
She was always a ****,
first takin away my Scott and now Chad.

She comes back to taunt me
as Mary comes back to sooth my soul.  

And my love’s fallen for her.  
The romance is gone,
and I pleaded with him
that romance, that blissful romance
would become something more
sober and enduring,
but his ears were closed.

He said he found another,
plain just like that,
someone who made his heart go pitter-patter
as mine still does for him.

Though he would never leave me,
that I knew certainly,
he chose to desert me in other ways.

He’s never home,
he does not call,
those sultry notes
he would have delivered to me
stopped coming,

and that embarrassing delivery boy
that would sing out for all to hear
that horrible three lined serenade never came knocking on our door.  

Silence.
That was all that was left of us.

Turn your head and see the fields of flames

(Don't move along)
He carries along
(Cause things they will go wrong)
From a distant place
(The end is getting closer)
He's on his way
(Day by day)
He'll bring decay
In shades of grey
We're doomed to face the night
Light's out of sight

Since we've reached the point of no return
We pray for the starlight we wait for the Moon
The sky is empty, alone in the unknown
we're getting nowhere

We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain
The sacred hall's empty and cold
The sacrifice made should not be done in vain
Revenge will be taken by Rome

We live a lie
Under the dying moon
Pale-faced laughs doom
Indulges in delight

It's getting out of hand
The final curtain will fall

Hear my voice
There is no choice
There's no way out
You'll find out

We don't regret it
So many men have failed but now he's (gone)
Go out and get it
The madman's head it shall be thine
We don't regret it
That someone else dies hidden in (disguise)
Go out and get it
Orion's hound shines bright

Don't you think it's time to stop the chase
Around the ring
Just stop running, running
Round the ring
Don't you know that fate has been decided
By the gods
Feel the distance, distance
Out of reach

Welcome to the end
Watch your step, Cassandra, you may fall
As I've stumbled on the field
Find myself in darkest places
(Sister mine)
Find myself drifting away
(Death's a certain thing)
And the other world
The other world appears

Find myself she dies in vain

I cannot be freed, I'm falling down
As time runs faster, moves towards disaster
The ferryman will wait for you, my dear

And then there was silence
Just a voice from the other world
Like a leaf in an icy world
Memories will fade

Misty tales and Poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone
Will my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end (Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the (way)
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright

The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall
The newborn's death would be a blessing to us all

Good choice?
Bad choice?
Out of three you've chosen misery

Power and wisdom you deny
(Bad choice, bad choice)

War is the only answer when Love will conquer fear

So the judgement's been made
To the fairest the graceful says
Badly he fails

(Warning)
Fear the heat of passion, father king
(Don't let him in
Don't let her in)
Desire, lust, obsession
Death they'll bring
(We can't get out
Once they are in)

She's like the sunrise
Outshines the Moon at night
Precious like starlight
She will bring in a murderous price

(In darkness grows the seed of man's defeat)
Jealousy
(I can clearly see the end now)
I can clearly see the end now
I can clearly see the end now

(The thread of life is spun)
The coin's been placed below my tongue

Never give up
Never give in
Be on our side so we can win
Never give up
Never give in
Be on out side
(Old moon's time) is soon to come

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nothing to lose like one we'll stand
We'll face the storm
Created by a man

Roar Roar Roar Roar
Troy (Troy Troy Troy)
And as the lion slaughters man
I am the wolf and you're the lamb

(Hallowed) Troy will fall round the walls
Faith is shattered, bodies fall

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nothing to lose like one we'll stand
It's all for one and one for all
We live for will be wiped out

I feel that something's (wrong)
Surprise, surprise they're gone

Full moon your time goes by
And new moon's still kept out of sight
We live
Misty tales and Poems lost
(We die)
All the bliss and beauty will be gone

Will my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end (Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the (way)
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright

Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
Roam in darkness
(Spread the vision)
(Roam in darkness)
(We will be lost if you truly believe)
(Roam in darkness)
Troy in darkness
(There's a cold emptiness in our hearts)
That they've gone away
(And) won't come back

They'll tear down the wall to bring it in
They'll truly believe in the lie
Lie, lie

With blossoms they'll welcome the old foe

The vision's so clear
When day and dream unite the end is near
You better be prepared

The nightmare shall be over now, there's nothing more to fear
Come join in our singing and dance with us now
The nightmare shall be over now, there's nothing more to fear
The war it is over forevermore

No hope
The blind leads the blind
Carry on
Though future's denied

Mare or stallion
There's far more inside
We are in at the **** we'll cheerfully die

Misty tales and Poems lost
All the bliss and beauty
Will be gone
(Will) my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease

In the end (Iliad)
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the (way)
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright

Holy light shines on

So the judgement's been made
We're condemned though the trial's far ahead

The crack of doom, Father
Your handsome son is heading home

Still the wind blows, calm and silent
Carries news from a distant shore
Still the wind blows, calm and silent
Carries news from a distant shore
Still the wind blows, calm and silent
(Out of mind)
Carries news from a distant shore
(Can't get it)
(Still the wind blows, calm and silent)
(Out of mind)
(Carries news from a distant shore)
(Can't get it out of my head)
(Can't get it)
(Out of mind)
(Can't get it out of my head)

Sorrow and defeat
Sorrow and defeat

I got up out of bed putting on my slippers,
worn down through the years, to see what all that sound was for.
Haley was dead asleep holding tight to the pillow.

Her head kept jerkin and I remember
Mary sayin that people who ****** in there sleep was havin a bad dream.
So I laid my hand on her head
and stroked it soft
like how Mary did it to us,
and watched as she quieted down.

Again I heard the noises
and slipped out into the dark hallway to figure out what was going on.
I was always curious to know why he made those noises when he was with Mary.

I leaned against the doorway,
half hiding behind the post to get a look.
The grainy texture of the post underneath my fingers
made me careful about catchin any splinters in my fingers like usual.

Daddy was on top of Mary,
sayin out mamas name softly,
moving up and down on top of her with his eyes closed,
I could tell cause
I couldn’t see the whites of his eyes
or the redness of ‘em
seeing how he was drunk and all,
while Mary laid under him, her hand over her mouth crying.

Those tears so much like the summer rains
rolled down her cheek
catching the light of the moon
just like they did on the blades of grass.

I didn’t know what was happening,
but I knew Mary didn’t like it.

Daddy, not knowing I was there,
asked Mary in a husky voice,
scarcely above a harsh whisper,
if she didn’t like it,
and how he could remember
her speaking out to him on there wedding night
and such.

Finally you came, been waiting forever to see
the one who was made perfectly for me
Been looking for too long and decided to give up
and forget about everything
About my gaurdian angel, love of my life,
one person perfectly made for me... My Everything
Now when i look at you, i can see
everything that you mean to me
Love, Affection, Perfection, Protection, Eveything! ... My Gaurdian Angel

This wasn’t the first time
daddy had asked Mary to come into his room,
but I was so surprised
that she called daddy by his first name
but I didn’t say a word.

That mad look in daddy’s eyes
shone as bright as those sprinkled stars
as he made his way beside the bed.

“Come now darlin’,
don’t make me beg for ya.
I need my wife tonight I can’t help it.”

His breath puffed out
in waves of sour miasmic *****
as he bent down low to kiss Mary on her head.

He stayed there
just seeming to breath in her hair for a moment.
Mary stayed stock still
in the bed rubbing my head
telling me it would alright.
I didn’t know what was happnin’.

“Can’t you see the girls are scared tonight?”
Her voice rattled horasly,
as if she was scared but she lay there firm.

Daddy looked around suddenly
as if tryin to find something lost.

“Where’s Kylie?” he asked
scratchin his head
as if that made him think better.

He peered into the dark,
his eyes squinted
a bit as he tried to see through the dark.

He shook his head
but I sat up and said
“right here daddy.”

I went up to touch his arm but Mary held me back.

“Don’t touch him.” She whispered to me,
then patting me on my arm until I quieted.

“I don’t know Don,” Mary said to him,
“Probably out like usual
lookin’ up at those stars again.
You know how she loves her stars.”

Daddy laughed again
then took Mary’s hand
pullin her up from the bed.

“Come on now Martha.”
He cooed kissin her on her hand.
“You’ve got to leave the girls to sleep on their own.”

Mary tried to resist but daddy only laughed lacing his fingers in hers.

I lay still that night,
Haley held tight on my arm cryin silently.
She was thirteen  
and kept whisperin over and over

that it wasn’t right what he did to her.

“Why are you cryin?” I asked her,
but she only told me to hush and close my eyes.

It must have been about an hour later
when I heard sounds commin from the other room.
The headboard was hitting against the wall
and daddy was grunting while Mary’s voice,
small was whimpering, almost cryin.

I was ten years old on that old farm in Georgia.

My mother died when I was three,
leaving behind three girls for my daddy to take care of.
He ‘took care’ of us good.
When mama died he took to the drink.

Sitting day in and day out
on that old gritty brown chair
pouring poison down his throat.

I’ll never forget that one night
when the wind outside was cryin' out
to no one particular

and the unforgiving cold
slithered in like a mist
through the cracks of our wooden house.

Daddy had been talking in his sleep again
to our mama,
which was odd to me cause she was dead,
but that never stopped him.

We knew then,
my sisters and me,
that he was drunk,
like always,
but when he started hollering
and crying for mama to come back
we knew that he was done out.

We huddled together
in my older sister, Mary’s bed,
while she lulled me and Haley to sleep
rubbing our hair back,
singing a sweet lullaby
that I distantly remember our mama singing to us.

That’s when it happened.
Daddy shouted out “Martha!”
real loud
as if he could hear her voice
and came running to where we were sleeping in my sister’s arms.

“Martha.” Whispered daddy.
He looked at Mary, eyes only a slit height open
before he leaned against the wall waiting.

“Why don’t you leave these girls alone to there bed and come on in with me?”


Mary, I remember
turned white as the moon on a clear night.
Her clutch on Haley and me
became like iron
as she stared with wide eyes at daddy.

“Not tonight Don.” She said shakily.

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul. She's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

Nobody's perfect, You see
Have you ever hurt so much
You wanted to take your life
Well you see time after time
I wrote how hard it was living without you
But it got me wondering
If I loved you so much
Why am I not dead
And it came to me
Your my drive, Your my hope
Every time I see that picture of you
I know I'm not alone
So sick of writing songs about death
I mean I don't want to die
but a life without you is hard to bare
But they say love hurts anyway
You just got a find the one person
Worth suffering for and your worth
Your wait in gold

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

Girl, I haven't been talking to you
I wonder if you ever notice there's
a person missing from your life
remember the boy that stuck by you through
every hard time but all of a sudden he's gone
But truth is this was a test
To see if you cared
It seems like you failed me this time
You said you would be there
But I was hurting and I'm still all alone
But its okay, I'm alright
(Yeah) Almost turned to drugs
Took up cigarettes
Because I couldn't stand
The pain of knowing you weren't there
But I quickly gave it up
Because I wasn't thinking clearly
Death was on my mind every night
See I started writing a song
Saying it was all over
But then I thought of you
Scrunched it up
Tore it apart and threw it away
Because I ain't given up

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

I'm still here, Your the medication to my pain
But your the pain to my pain
It's like ******* it drives you insane
I wrote these other songs about you
And in it, I kiss you
But the truth is our lips have never collided
I kissed you in my dream. It felt so right.
It changed my life
Not sure if you understand, What I'm saying
But if anybody hurts you again, I'll be there
I know it seems like I'm gone
But I've been here all along
Better watch out baby because I'm on my way back
Ready to fight, I'll be ready to save your life
Bet you never could imagine you were my saviour
And protection and you didn't even have to say anything
See I have this picture of you and whenever I'm feeling down
Feel like I'm up against the world
I just look at your smile. It lights me up
Feel Like I can see my name in city lights
Importance returns to my mind
And I feel the urge to pick myself up from the dirt and
Take on the whole universe
You see I'm gazing at stars knowing that somewhere out there
You're looking at them to
Just hope you can feel the love I'm sending you

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

Remember I said I dreamt of you
Well it was like heaven on earth and when I kissed those cherry lips
It felt so good, It took me higher than I've ever been
It never felt more right, If thats what it's like
I'll take the pain and the suffering
You might be the girl I've never had
The girl I'll never have
And I know I can never replace you
Truth is I'll probably keep crying and feel like I'm dying
But I'm movin up, Movin on
Baby, Benny's home
And he's never felt more right (alright)
Creativity has taken over tonight
Look out he's back on a high
look towards the sky and see him flying
Your gaurdian angels back with a vengance
Nobody's gunna want to hurt you again
Because if they do he'll be there to hurt them
I get jealous when I see you with another man
But I'll hold it in
Because seeing you happy is worth it
Sometimes I wish I got a text or a facebook message
Saying you miss me
It makes me feel invincible and amazing
But its okay, I'll be alright
Because I see that picture of you
And it eases my suffering
It keeps me happy
I feel like it's our destiny to be together
But even if it's not your always gunna be the one I want
I would give it all up for you
If losing my life meant saving yours
I wouldn't question or give it a second thought
Baby I would take that bullet to my heart

If love lives forever
I want your name inked into my skin
But they say don't do it
Love never lasts forever
But she's not just my heart
She's my soul she's my life
She's the air that I breathe
I would do anything for her
Even if it meant losing my life
So bring on the pain
Inject the ink into my skin
These are some lyrics with a meaning

I've never felt more amazing than I do tonight
Just think who's missing out of your life
Think back to all the things I said to you
Then you'll know this songs for you

©2017 Written By Benji James

light magenta vertical;
gaurdian of the margin.

light blue horizontal;
conveyer of the ledger.

the space
between -
white teeth gleam,

refracting
lunarlit scribbles

across one loose leaf,
fell by some god
awful idiot,

all for
you
to space

out
on.

i will be
written
down
yesteday

in elegant
recursive
flicks
of the

wrist -

a has-been
fate.

so, i am not supposed to be here.
not anymore, anyway.

i know that.
i am three-hole
punch drunker.
awkwarder.

but those potential
whatif's glyph bright
behind closed eyelids,

and
it

makes
me wonder
just a little longer.

indigo
cursor
blink.
blink. blink.

blink.

In a quasimodo feat of not only myself but my inner sanctums. I’m in a shelter. A secluded shelter far from mankind. The bells rich **** spreads across a cold Philidelphia. I hide from the tourniquets of our kingdom. Hordes of documented secrets filibustering the excutivies of a blood famished nation. Where could a turning point conspire? Not here. Not there. No where vast of what only we know. How many times have you performed German heischen styles upon what has happened? Dialect informative, all lauguages and ethinicities could tell you. Corruption. Progestational hormones of all man and woman get the gist of secrecy, but why inquire it onworth still. Atomic bombs whiping out ten times the population of our fragile pathetic planet.

An ice rendered telescope at zero gravity with the script filled micro chips of new findings amongst our universe. This was an immediate spawn of hope towards who we are. At least for the sake of another life form, they would configure an easier derogatory and denigrating outlook of a human lifestyle. Maybe they could relate, maybe they would have emmerged in trade as our ancestors of the past 1,000 years and before had. With us, it would have been magnificent for the future to come. This era though, the only significance we know collides with a destruction of a super-catastrophic function that has been reformed thus grouwan. Grouwan, the origin of grow, growing or to increase in size, building up just as the magmata composes its liquid matter within the Earth’s crust into lava. Igneous rocks now form. Reaching the Alps. Frozen, a complete opposite of what they were once spawned from.

Still intact, an ice rendered telescope photographing galaxies not seen by a naked eye. They called it, “The Orbiting Gaurdian”, while we remained demonic and caught in ignorant reality conflicts. In small groups spread across the lands, combined as one, we are still undeniably small. I built this shelter with my own two hands knowing what would come, I wanted to overcome. Philidelpia was still so cold, very odd, quite eerie for a patriot New England city. Rot, Weib, und Blau. Rodt, Hvitt, og blatt. Shiro aka to ao. From Germany, to Norway, to the super advanced technologic Japan, they all recognize red, white, and blue. Maybe we are a leading nation, but who honestly gives a ****. All nation’s combined, worlds away, a lone planet of democracy. Darkness. The abcense of light above me, directly. No two-dimensional representation of an outline of any body form. No cutout or configurational drawing with a sun glimmering backrounded setting. We are inkligs with no hint of suggestion in the sea of blackness above. If you could have gone so far back in time though, you would have found a blackned quality on the most transparent and pellucid of days.

I race through my brain waves wondering if this concealment was completely ignorant. Was it full of extreme folly? Asininity? Ineptitude? I pondered the synonyms of stupidity. I was ravished to wonder if my last thoughts would be a mind race of the lacking self-esteem I hold. Sudden deaf struck. I no longer heard shrills of humanity above. I was deprived of my sense of hearing. Intimidated to look upward, I could not manage being deprived of sight as well.

What were those dangling seconds that I could not hear?

Were they little fragments of time that I could not notice near?

They stabbed at the back of my skull to leave this sheltered hole.

I find humor in how my poetry is merely past time entries that mean nothing. They once had been published, but now at the least, they did not mean a thing. I wish them to burn long and hard, fighting. Hardback covers and dusty library shelves vanishing in this dark mess of a world.

Pain, sharp municiple pain casted into my skin. Into my lungs, my contaminated, sickened lungs that had ciggarettes by the thousands over the years. I had started as a child. A stubborn twelve year old child wanting to experience any drug my hands could get a hold of. I did too, I don’t regret it, and I dont feel remorse from my actions and those many high nights when I could not walk or stand. I felt weary, weak, helpless and finished. My eyes, my mind, my pulse, my body, my so called soul, asleep or dead?

When we fall asleep at night
There is no control
Over what happens in the interim
exept for the glorious entity
Who wakes us up
To a brand new day

"A holstered product secretly hunts after its own end product-"

                    "-not metal targets nor flying geese, but mortality."

A man, with graying hair and pursed lips, told me this. A well-trained and prayered piety had crept along, pounced, and overcome him. Like Edison, a creative obsession gripped his spine and puppeteered the entire body. It was a plague, he called it, or something like that. Even at a young age, gaurdian 1 & 2 lulled him to the steeple's hiding. He noted how the steeple was always at mast. His children would observe the same detail, live the same routine. I studied the curious character for weeks. A facsimile of the Word seemed permanently pressed on his brain, trapped behind devout eyes- For weeks I studied him, give me more time! Each biblical page was scribbled and creased, share and reused. -no longer. "My holster found its mortal tonight, friend. I'll raise the barrel and create a grand scene."

Slight pause, heavy breathe, slow speak. "Colossal at best."

by Kendra Cook

You Are My Guardian Angel
The sun that seeps in through the window
Reminds me of your smile that always lightens the rest of my day.
While in school and outside I hear the song of joyous Birds there musical sound remind me of your voice that counsels , Comforts, and talk to me everyday.
As I Lookout in the sky in the middle of night I see a glistening moon,
It reminds me of your eyes that watch for me and have this spark of happiness within them.
Along with the moon I see a trillion stars fill up the sky, they remind me of your royalty. I feel like a princess in training, Royal Queen I'll one day be. A queen like you.
My daily life is filled with brief thoughts and memories of you I feel like you send nature to watch over me so you can be my constant Guardian angel!!

In a corner that is illuminated but dark
There stands the guardian who fell
Her beauty radiating as she watches
The demons who walk, watch or talk
She waits and waits until one bites
To bring her into the pit of darkness
Where everything seems to be hopeless
While she fakes the ****** she deserves
The window of her soul says it all
Yet the demon stares and doesn't care
And when the darkness is  over
She raises up from the twilight
Then she returns to the smiles
Who awaits for her return.
Because she is the gaurdian
Who gave everything for them

Out in the West, a Tale is told
By Wise weathered Indians of old,
Passed down as a Shamans Tale
It told of Guardian Spirits...

For Our Mother Earth and Father Sky
On Sacred Lands only reverent pass by
Those with Selflessness Come through
To pray to Mother Earth and Father Sky

Give thanks for Brother Sun and Sister Moon
Some that the rite goes back to ancient eons
Brought by the Anasazi to all his Children
In praise for what they were given.....

A wanderer Came upon these Sacred lands
With ****** in his heart, and blood on his hands
Father Sky sent his Spirit Hawk as Guard on the Land
His cry in the Sky reached the ears of the Wolf Spirit

A pile of bleached Bones the angry man came upon
The Gaurdian Wolf Spirit Howled out a Warning
As the Man's Spirit broke the Sacred Circle
Bounding the Bear Spirit came to ****

His Claw reached in and took the Hatred from his Heart
But without it the Man lost his Spirit and Began to Die
His death quick but not alone, he landed on a pile of bones
With his Companions He lay, til the day he was just bone dry...JMF

All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

Oh this world is a scary place
And I know your feeling out of place
Just know I'm with you no matter how hard
It gets to fight for your broken heart

I see you struggle in your skin
And it's not the world that's caving in
I'll hold you up when you need to rest
I'll always know you've done your best

And I'll keep fighting while you sleep
So no demons will ever reach
The deepest part of your hollowed mind
The part that you try to leave behind

My wings are cut and scarred from fights
So you can dream all through the night
I've been doing this since you were born
And been there to fix you when you were torn

No matter what, I'll fight for you
Your souls is bright and that's what gets me through
When you feel broken and empty and scared
Remember, please, I'll always be there

Mom, how have you been?
I can't believe its been so long
All the memories in my head spin
As I sing this 'I Miss You' song

Its still so hard to believe
You're not coming back to me
True happiness is hard to achieve
When I think how can this be?

Though you're my gaurdian angel flying high
I'd rather you be here
But I know God does not lie
This is how its meant to be and you're both near

It was our fate
Now we just have to learn
No matter what we wont truly seperate
Still for your embrace I yearn

Mommie, I love you
God had a good reason
Just know that it was for the best , thats true
He said for everything there's a season

I have to accept your time has came and gone
Before mine really began
Now we're both where we belong
Not going to forget , but I'm going to slowly get over this tragedy , I know I can

Promise me one thing now
Not to be sad
Because you're here somehow
For that I'm glad

Put a smile on your face
Your baby girl is protected by God's embrace
And is growing at a fast pace
Focusing on the beauty of grace

I'll see you in my dreams tonight
It'll be as if its real
I'll hold you tight
So the hole in my chest will finally seal

This is about a girl who left her home to find herself in places she knew she could never be found

A walking calamity

Inside of her is a wild thing a dying thing

She was a foster child.

Her house was never home but she called it that anyway cuz when her childhood tasted like slammed doors and police sirens speeding the block she had to dream of a new reality.

Contrary to popular belief the drug lords were not her friends and no she did not steal for fun.

When you don't have a mother to teach you to be strong and the only parent gaurdian she ever knew never showed her that weakness and was gone

She was stuck somewhere in the middle.

So yes, this is about a girl who left her home to find herself in places she knew she could never be found.

for those of you notified, miss markle has joined
i am a royal irish poet of thormond

so the fencing is done

native landscape of west point past checkmate of live alternate
plays at boarding the queens sate
queens ponder whilst servants issue of quarter?



subversive tinctures and laddles of absinthe minded professors
has reach to the crown, best mournings sire
ramparts dublin to england and hounds
previous journals online kindle direct
full name kevin mathenia united states poet
irish american playwright and journalist

subversive war pamphlet available online nows
Means to Measure American Literacy Rates in Ireland: the journalists oath

thats irish stanzas folks

journal to ramparts dublin and the gaurdian

in barreled inks i fished

paddle'd it
you see how we pull to the shale in the rhythyms?

i have always felt it that way to

there and back
length of body out, and ankle it out like a full body power slide
on the face and back hand at once
when the swell and you measure down
she relents and lets you end her or with her
thats aggression

irish cutting you off now shane, have the land ledge movement
im on civil rights violation

trying to fight my way into prison

i'll drag every man who signed his life to me, away
through my castles in pain

jenna haze is on the other side in new york waiting

and rains of sands, soundly bobby, i'll go down

for when i became calm, a star an air force general from ireland

for the green fields of london call, speak of french again

for my grandmother elizabeth omeara of lietrim


the game which gazes
should you choose as seats
recipes that meat?

i will unfind the aprons cloth
of the grill to my lest i be without
signatoria in 3


Gianmaria Testa brother of racquel irene testa
senator michael testa of new jersey

i will not pay rent

brimhall library homekey theft ..... i am irish, she is sicily

her medici's are with holds in ham

milanesa de napoliatana mash

nuovo

you will inact, imagining sorrow's worth
that we lost the war within ourselves
the sun is all the grain leaves
the gold was the catch
the heave and *** of slaves labor
lying dead and downtrodden
on the shores and trenches of america

critical mass generation
thats military science
your passing, as am I
only I being a difference maker
can stand liberty up, a loan to france

thats 1009 emails

you know what colors are in my inbox?

when i became a bar room hero,
it was when she brought the medical records
of her son's heart surgery to me
while we were locked out of my country
we have spent 5 years raising jack jack

hi ken its kevin, fide et amor,  i remember doing a record gig for pennywise in carpinteria with pete rocky

being a civil rights leader ends a lifes able
the journalist's needs are to replace soldier
allowing leave and inroads are built in ink

thousand oaks library signing on

welcome to perception
blue in 2
hold
the
screams
your
hinge                  grab a texas shimmy'r to remove the slide

come back in 1 remove fret at 3 from the killing floor

going to the morse codes gonna hava

im taking jonny langs guitar off, make a duet

this a jazzy blue tie for miley's girlfriend

we gonna session it up to salt title it hinge
work it over for koko to show
wet works to peel the harmonica in to the damage
in 3 or 2 back 2 3 and 4 out
cat crawl throwing stolen thumbs  (thats my names)

thatta lets some water for lil walter

mike, lets steal the spoons from summertimes open scratch and play

when kendall gets home and doesn't cry learn how to resent me
and write that objective

its about ending the celebration,the wrong way
your blind, essays guides and knights of los angeles

being a soldier my whole life, leaves me to know for you
when its good to be scared. and type it  back to me

san francisco rude cruise
end 1
drawings of london overt bostones

chuckies keys hold

ok tara this is the pretty reckless tourbus we are throwing up requests for the santa barbara bowl with johnny lang and linkin park, figure you outs

Ducks, caterpillars and orchestra
Seasons nobley rend.
Unfinishing forms as went
Body moves and ment
Builds of stanzas
Pirrohuet invent
Cloudy durable meditation
Uncure-able
Hinging sang
As rangle dined
Nacient sky wanderings
Awakening leafs songs
Timing breaths, faithful foly
#taylorswift


Suspend
I am confronted
As psyche and lyric
We fertil the lose
#jennahaze

Curation as history
The rude is indifferent
The plum is pluck
Developing inference in witness
The paint is spent defining away

Lady
Your a measured philosophy of prose
A wise love defied trade with me
As we examined fight
Don't define me
The end
#kendalljenner

Corners
What I have understood in life
By turning into the problem
The great reveal lives
As isn't is faced the season, becomes
Concerned
Cornered is her hindsight
And in timing
We face a longing
To lose with

I share of this partnering with provocation
That your days may blend into
Comforting hands of the *******


Girlvert

The Juliet society


Life's at the end
What I have understood in life
By turning into the problem
The great reveal lives
As isn't is faced the season, becomes
Concerned
Cornered is her hindsight
And in timing
We face a longing
To lose with

the civil war
back during the civil war and befor's
people in "certain" professions, policing people
made vows and churches and burned peoples
always the california with the golden rings so fair?
do you?
yes
too late
wifery laws
where i woman isn't speaking
and child molesting men hunted boys into prisoning
absconding from the army
the creation of another continental congress
held that reason required a department of corrections
for the child molesting police to join the military
when a police department reaches critical mass
the must adjourn to prison for appelate and trial judges
to review conduct of office

christina appelgate is kate middleton


contracting and paragraph writing
support of logic
retracting distractions
that a law was created regarding homeless money
and translated into words
the pitch and fervor of advertising wrong
going back in time
governor is still governor
the title of california is governor wording
theft is theft
one cannot make a living off of another human
trafficking....
a american without a job may not steal the life or lively hood
of another
unemployment insurance exists
bad registers are created and then fired or using synonyms
otherwise re written and re described
so as to structure success in california
there are no lifetime appointments as california homeless career

this is welfare fraud
illegal subsidy of anothers provisions

varied degree's of guilt

i will give you a problem to solve
tonight....
why are you holding the testa's hostage
in a body bag in california gavin


new titles
the girl hear
i can get out of town
set up show, catch another address
come back after
after
letting sight out of what's right
she stilled in the bag
overnight
billboard
she is italy
in my eyes
how i died
coming in irish poetry
lost forever, loves taken away

conquestador exquisite
senora mayor
the grass grows strange
in the burrows face

madison beers at me
palabra visions, que

toon face speak, a tent hut

graffiti
the losing laundry
the holding hostage
saying im writing
and all are blind

the disengineous savant
question
when was the last time you ****** over forty men?
thats how to kick a mule into a prison term
turrets for civilians

acquire an acre from the local union operators heretic
be it a she or he or fluids
discuss gus and gals till the trap opines

sup er flows right on the platter

best friend first thanks

snafu
political ****

i am a business

please refer to classic kendall photogs of past declare war politics

malorca lighting was refreshing on kylie, thanks

you got her hair open part ways and try it on you

then there is the dirt abandon shot
the faux grease words and other repose reposing of frame

these missing dictionary values and things help i dont know how

i am not a soldier
i am military
i do millitary
you dont find ways to save us with your free speech
debate and challenge the oppositional sentences

is sewing to speak as i am able
the voting of your booths would exist everyday
allowing us to come home
thats general assembly of world peace
dis arm the powers of the press
the voice missing is the losing song

gwenstefani, never needed you either


not liking this or that
your available to live, and not is wisdom
i am available behind civil rights violations

run of mine
tred of earth, from me and?
when  hearing lies, all tred is gone


a philosophy of news
that as we go in time
a new summization can be afforded little time
and evaluation is infinite
to examine the map, cartography

all news and description of information
is reworkanble into improvement
this include wall street
employement options and descriptions
the word work describes health of a person
....activity and motion over time, improvement requires
more work, less, sedation or atrophy


may or a sale for you
never me, never free
so i dub thee homeless purge worth
compared to my trial record all is profitable prose
i have a juris doctorate
allowing doctoring of evidence from my ****** money

Lancaster mayor’s

what said you?
what sayeth ye?

please share your spotlight of ambition with the news, again
ego that **** thing

the boston globe was fun

your speaking to me thats the military
we don't know the freedom
the people who speak for you
dont and do affect us
taking our life away, inch by inch
i don't
know a lot of things you know how

leave new confessions of freedom and hows the plurals on the paper please for the other people


vishnu and alan watts and linkin parks
another link, another park with poverty
freed thoughts from thoughtless peasants
giving of sentence to the dead
us beyond being loved
having not but that you would reach, another, as we

mention of another
i and thou exists, yet your enemied days list is songs to find ketch and wind in the falling page

the middle path
for and with the undiscovering of the mind
the untouched rendering of paint
the unknowing of war and wars
a vowel a verb reflection
before the slaving, water and narcissus
as she was meaning so shall i

when will she bring a new song
#parisjackson #jennahaze

issuance #2
in the creation of letter, language study, finance
and British measure of peace to the americs's
simple sail was used, ink was left and library was erected as frame

this is an irish essayist, ireland has done this with history already.


college
for the irwin husband
we are proud of 20 year old with ******* fiesta

classic enjoyment of liberated women's rights
to explore rock n roll and have great *** with experience
preference of billionaire agenda, as if, victoria and secrets

irish poet attempts in american logic spells

governing of wife done by newsomething else so became governor of california

is this examination of translation and literacy
an appropriate measure of comparative literature?
in the discussion of barbs, insufficient language in legislation
am i as poet descriptive in the imbalance?
the inference of opposition is delve able.

poverty rights, privacy rights, many military measures of law
less choice, higher literacy rates, finite math and means of speech
after entry into history, no counter exit may be spoken.    miranda


scotlands measure in doubt
as folded lend
bends of russian summer
turgenev's spring,
remembrance oft turmoiled pillage

the canter of burry, lythical touch
empty surrenders of birth

calming the worries of wisdom
i am not the wisdom of your past
i am only logistics from the army
census is not complete in california
1st coordination of the day is homeless numbers are coming in negative
2nd coordination burn victims go in the hospital

homeless people are without frame or constitution

disaster and emergency protocol correction

the hand of my general is calming

this is one of our departments, civil affairs

safe for work,,    higher

here, we allow and let go the focus of what people are
trafficking in doors
in doors doesn't exist
the mass ****** exists
i seek that military trials have been held in the past

this is removal of the flank, the laddle and the bath
warmth out and in the wounds of war
musn't the war be quieted? yes it must

command has this in hand ladies

the irish wombe
contritions wombe
never shall i contrive, of
mothers wisdom
the act of being contrived, is
an act of hostaging the violition
of another
embattled romes kneel'd
conference of the selfless slaves of
northern ireland
i am liberated from france

everyday california crimes
the police **** the women in the street
ain't i a woman

non profit orchestras
in the assembly of 2 and more bodies, able'd gangs arm to arm
formation of flank

homeless crisis profit(s)

the capture and title-ing of slaves in america

this is military, united states
intercept of interpol and permit emit of transmission by and four lensed


mater dei
the theology and police family audit of 2024-2025

that?  neither is enrolled nor contributes to the cost of living
that? corruption of trust as defined by antitrust investigation shall apply

the police and theology budget and quality of life=q factor
in the signal of draw from amp(s)
the hague applied

submitted to allied command.

they are aware this is going public

i use a vaporizer after talking with a doctor in thousand oaks
the conclusion by medical opinion was that an increase in my life span would be the result after years of tobacco smoking
also the lowering of my bloodpressure..

obstruction to justice, public speech paid for and ?


a word of kiwi
not wild quant britain
nor english, middle irish familiarity
and against neither of holding long
1 scotch 2 poors of bourbon and no ice

thats a livid louda in 3

tap.....?

oasis champagne supernova that whouldn't hi, hide
small word nice clean new wave orchestra's

aubreyz a surfer girl painter song

foolish
foolish is the youth
of a voice
in attempt
of the temple
accept that the temple is held
the water drops
the void is you

jenna, again, i use your eyes for love

the charge of war and wars towards affectioniting me
as the fetile position of creed none see the after waste
of using kevin's ink

i am the cooled desert's water hiding
as your city beats, me, tranquility is stone

i am many bodies without many homes, less the good night of worth

welcome to many mansions and the area housing authority corruption of the united states of america.  the sub letting of the government in the creation of the privately operated treasury of church inside of .org states and savings and loan

as the employer, the employee finds and defines the crime
those are the labor laws, i am a poet

post, actionable response
attempt of cinder
black male rf signal trace
brimhall library
city employee operator
deploy of title overt testimony of intent
intent to bag conference
citizens journal to warden
indifferent confine, criminal conspiracy, interpol readout
to mirror holding homeless millions wears gold watch
was on luthern web site and removed visible identity

unauthorized rf signals

***** education agency
keep off
irish mits tap flat
no army
need no green
hit and p, keeper of the pass
re lease my frame and a e
say no everyday the french
it a chique form

paying checks like a senator, no quik e

repa no clowner signs? y mas palor

para the monk? extravagants warehouse

monk 6 the housing laws

he own the budget of delapidated crimes not payed for

structual engineering ,, poor citizens supervisory councils
no impedence of traffic on lines


environmental laws of diplomacy
those without have less discussion provided them


years ago i came into thousand oaks

battling the recession

mathematically it was not a survivable odd
the opponent was collapse eminent domain and gerrymandering
feared and fearfull letters from inept language of assembly

finding others unhoused, in various states of dis-repair
i eventually  "graduated" to the "wash" where we are "learned" to hide
while acquiring american hobo skills of interstate travel
the language of the country takes time and toll.

liberty is the confidence of the great american hobo's, thus the toll of locomotion is always our right to pass obstruction

havent seen you since la conchita cameron

my ventura bailiff if concert can happen for you if you a jimmy carter refuge looking for the light on, he never hide 40 yard dashes

elbows up side to side chiques cool let him ride

diplomacy and letters post brexit
after brexit, with ireland stabilized
my consulate does not experience loss of life
the international laws which protect my life
are the language i am putting across your desk

loose grasp of the united kingdom
i am british, the king is english
i am irish, not scottish
these are languages, and i am also english now that brexit has happened in history
where my family comes from in new york and ireland is the country side
in new york we are a us general of diplomacy
in ireland we live in the peaceful countryside where no wars are experienced
we have no police

Commission on slaves
Lahsa, and aha are not hud and not newsom.  These are criminals welfare queens and non profit tax frauds

Homeless annexing official drug Lords of court algorithm obstructions

Tony your going to prison with gretched

fathering a cradle
outside of a letter
against a government
the rendered offense of needs
above the heeding of just and fair
taking of fares, grins beneath stairs
obstruction to the bodies dying in streets
hateful days and nights
efforts of hate
efforts too taken over the bodies
imposed, impotented, writen for
in orders of motions to attack, the waiting
game taste of human meats
#asmirwin #aoc #senwarren

antitrust investigations of the legislatures of american
causable frame for reason
poverty, geneva violations of human rights to a frame and a constitutional measure of life in the span of our time on earth


emily conover
geo thermal evacs
the detonation and liquification
of our commodity
water
hydro carbon poignancy
the projection against turbine
injection as variable in dissection of mathematician languaging

aggregate and re sum zero mass
mass against mass is fold of sum some thing in another length
ink, opposite polar coordinate from military science
finite math finite letter

geneva conventional wisdom focus on housing in american life span


tony this is congres letters hearing this
and homeless american is worth sunday retraction
love you kylie, no more wells fargo post office's thanks

she knows behind blue eyes

--debating journals as a means to measure progressive literacy of lives living and so on-----

world peace in parts
the third overature's
approach
the price and cost of stable
day in 1's
the eurasian peninsula returns gaurd
flanking northern atlantic forces
armada appears as whale flights
8 and 1 alto of a fifth measure
commondity to hold, four too held

ambers grains beneath handed ash

autumn a single quarters marking and mark of
coordinate #1
brexiting history

herstories, autumns, length of visit upon the heading west

titling in victory, a chinese summit

the name
insurmountable collage of civilization
civilized sorcery of the high seas

the race is him, beneath the empty calling of war
in the northern rims of ireland
aka korea

korean is irish for peace

no longer than a four and a measure
is tilting interesting the pangenian effectures

have we the symphony today ladies

enjoy american greed in 0

eva is this touch up removed from french press yet?


notice to chief public defender
of breach, in ventura county courthouse

breach of clearance level
none of you should be hearing from me
aside from antitrust
i should be gone inside a long time ago

a general, general's breach is a mass is movement
and im demolished frame, constitution as the same, american
citizen destroyed by cost of police budget
bulldozer physics of high school football scrimage fame

gentle humble american peasant liberty meets destruction
anti construction jobs operation of petrol causing exposure of flesh to exhaust pipe acid rain porous mixture of priority god

whatever plagirism education they appear to have
it's all fear of something better
that is something they cannot be a part of
the department of corrections owns them
and the cowardice of not going to the prison
they are assigned to for review of paperwork
is the constant extension of war crimes by defintion
in u.s. history.
the army they are not
to policy regarding that things career ends with the obstruction
to the justice department and district attorney's exhibiting fear in the line of duty
army and american regulation and allegiance of courage requires no cowardice
i am army
cowardice is the death penalty
treason is punishable by death

what say you?