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cmp Nov 2019
empty me again you seem not as full
whats happening to me it seems we're going
welcome back me how your not still there
its all about me what you gonna forsake now
release me before you drain our phantom limbs
singing now to me ooh how empty we become
by golly so that's what at heart the nerve of you
keeping subtle secret from me
ooh me know this part too well your trying to separate
we from us and me
you really don't know me that well huh fool
ha ha me could have told you sooner stupido
that even severed lite harbor brawn
now tell me quick infidel are we destined or fated
choose wisely for us wont you
INCLINED! how did you? whom told you?
me hope your happy now being anew harbinger
yeah yeah me know *** out before what not arrives
fated -inclined- destined  anew balance set
cmp Nov 2019
yuh what hurts
how does it often feel
knowing no one else will
how does it show toward
attendance of ones woe
how does it want to feel
through you though also
toward others of whom
care not to harbor it
how does it depict and predict
not being it yet ever you
through those of them for us
you, fallen lend result-thee phallend
cmp Nov 2019
via eyes of what not being, host and vessel embodiment
my every exertion beckon prayer without words  

life my what not harbinger  
that often suggests to me
desirable not reliable intent
commendable not dependable purpose
choice of way not lucid direction  
suitable meaning not precise definition

i don't subscribe to term faithful
i truly embrace living script via
fateful embodiment of unforeseen
experiences or encounters

task life what not
ask of something
to do for life
from me to you
you to them
them to those
to do what not
of life done for us

what not harbinger  
of not thee fated
toward not thee destined
yet of the inclined
whom grasp thee phallend

hypocrisy needs no leader

direction leads no leader (a choice does)
direction consist of many followers

a path follows no leader
a path shows no purpose (only distance)
rapid poetic clash disorder
cmp Nov 2019
ask thee gawds once
task we indulged twice
inevitably lite via dawning bask
must ever suffice
being no era truly foretell
why forecast of what not  
decline to spare fated tier
or destined flare over wary
incline of thee phallend
knight-nite-tear

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