Her psychic readings are conducive to astronomy. The feeling warps the time. The space within it. The hours become minutes. The minutes become infinite. I am energy. I am here spiritually and mentally the fools who tried to make me forget about you offended me. Focus on two standards when assessing the threat. Number one is capacity. Number two is intent. At least for my interconnected introspective perspective the more you try. The more you won't forget it. Although I don't have all the answers I am not in the know I can only see what is above and only from below. My mind dives deep beneath it all. I see her holding a trident riding a sea horse bubbles form as I scream with extreme force.
Let me explain what my sonar saw.  A Mermaid holding the holy rosery patrolling the open sea you save me. As the tsunami hits was where I was suppose to be. Poetry reduces the stress dramatically as a result it feels like anti gravity. Thus the teleological dynamics will enhance.  What does one call this genre?  If she is the moon and me the sun then we are modifying the weather with our chakras. Creating thunder storms as ******* form our first born titan. My poems put me in the zone it's exciting . Humans shook because the evil came and ram-sack rooms and burned books. I advised em to hide ours in the woods. Recap the summary. Moon goddess transforms in front of me to a mermaid controlling the open sea. Back to the sky as we leave to produce more planets why? Because that's our knowledge that lies within us the infinite rhythm you predicted this vision I painted the picture as hieroglyphics inside the walls of  pyramids.

Her psychic readings note the astronomies I've created.

This feeling warps the time. The code in morse, Moore law's focused in mind, one zero one how can one learn fun?

My mind dives beneath it all.

I see her holding a trident riding a sea horse bubbles form as I scream with extreme force.

A Mermaid holding the holy rosery patrolling the open sea
as the tsunami hits was where I was suppose to be.

Poetry reduces the stress dramatically,  **** with this anti gravity!

Dynamic enhancers.

What does one call this genre?  If she is the moon and me the sun then we are modifying the weather with our chakras. Creating thunder storms as ******* form....a new born titan. Lightning strikes with strong winds that cut like a knife and in It's core was all the beauty to explore.

When I am dead my dearest please don't show up to my grave,
knowing that I have lived a life full of misbehave.
Don't cry tears of joy but let them flow tears of hate living life trapped so I'm happy I escaped.
You were the dead tree in the backyard that I punched when I was mad, then I grew up and began to punch dad.
I don't give a **** if you will ever remember me, but I want you to know that I strangled myself with your rosery.

My life was a pit so it was constantly full of darkness,
so all I knew was to be obnoxious and heartless.
I never listened but heard your voice when I cried myself to sleep,
and I never talked to him in the sky because the stranger never speaked.
So I hope you haply remember this when you wake up in cold sweats, because your face I will haply forget, now that I know my soul is haply at rest.

In days of long ago,
there was this willow,
a very cranky and cracked
willow, standing alone by a river.

It happened one day
that a merry bird,
tired of its journey,
asked that cranky willow
permission to alight.

Time passed by.
The bird enjoyed to have its heart
rocked by the willow
and favored it with its singing;
the willow... well, that willow
went on smoothing its cracking,
being in love with the bird.

And in the afternoon warmth
it felt so idyllic - a willow and a bird! -
that the river itself would
shiver in a glimmering gold.

But the story isn't over.
Could it end in a happy way?

All birds must fly
and so one day this bird did,
never to come back, for the bird
was meant to find a cheer rosery.

And the willow?, you ask. Well,
the willow summoned a sunset,
leaned over the water
and waited for a flood.

I stumble, I fall
I cry or ask
In a shriek or melody
Surviving seems the task
Torn clothes broken body


Million eyes passing by me
Ignoring the wet eyes
Asking for some mercy, for glee
A glace on me
The kindest heart flies


Sharing one room
But left for doom
By fellow humans
I feel like an abandoned groom


The strange stares
Eyes telling no one cares
Sitting walking and dancing for dimes
They throw rocks and curse at times

Asking for food
From any hood
Will do no good
You can get it sometimes
Depends on mood

Seldom they think
About the fellows in misery
Frequently they blink
Before watering the rosery


Knowing the fact
I have an ugly face
Still my tension intact
What am I doing in this race


To them I'm a runner with no legs
Neglected like I'm a rich guy who begs

Wishing they knew my condition
So to my misery there's no addition
I guess they don't know hunger
If they did my asking food wouldn't bring them anger


I'm always trying to lend a helping hand
But they think I'm begging, there eyes filled with sand
I'm a test for them from the Lord
He's seeing which of the believers will accord
To his teachings and orders
And win the fight at borders
The borders of humanity and Animals
The borders of nature and chemicals


I'm a beggar in the streets
Walking and talking to myself
I'm lost in this ruthless world
Homeless hoping for a stranger
To pass me a smile
Talk to me for a while


The deepest secret will now I reveal
Money is the last thing a beggar begs for
I can go on without a two day meal
Even animals get food
That's no big deal

The untold wishes of a beggar never unfolds
He's begging for love, for friends, for happiness
Not courageous enough for this secret to be told
Your passing smile or a small talk can lend the courageousness
For a beggar to unveil
What he actually begs for....

What is this three versed ****, we call a love letter. Father, son, Holy Spirit. I can't not write about the stuff that saved my life. Catholics give me headaches. Religious people, taste worse than prethrown up caugh drops. Stand, kneel, stand, kneel. Your rosery beads didn't save you, and that crucifix around your neck...you don't even know what He did. You snorted & said it looked good with my fly new outfit. You only talk to me at night, when the world & the girls have subsided.