the silence in
your voice
is like a storm
in the cold.
when it thunders
the sky renders
a fidgeted cloud
wanting  to rowd
away to a bout.
it moves random
looking to stardom
wishing the rain
would fall.
and when it does
the calm
traps
any remaining  of the stabs
the weather
had dabbed.
the return of the sound
a musical
found
is perfect to  accompany the mind.
when you open up
and say
it is proud
all the things you 'lowed.

when your days
are numbered
you keep to a standard
you like everything you
did not
and you get back what you
hadn't
imagination fathom
time ticks crucial
it does not let you
you down
it focuses until
you rowd
you  give up
you  had a bout

but when your days
are prelimenary
you carelessly
tick
list
intentions
to a miss
unknowing
is your forte
to unrest
everything seems
less
not enough
time slowly slips
to dictation
it strips
and you grip
going back
is a dip
you are not ready
to nip.

above a cloud
there sails a loud
it's happy it is
not about
it likes to have
its way allowed
so of it goes
to never lowers,
sunshine may doze
but sky is froze
to such a rowd
nothing does bowed
then to send it
out
to where it's nought.

so, confusing how women write:

I love yous were always in our vocal range

but this:               !!!!!

this is genius!

Heart to heart we shall live until God takes us both away,  
to that Castle in the sky where we will live forever this way !  

oh i'm Batman...
b ut i'm also the Joker and the Penguin...
sorry:
boys playing guys with Hemingway and cards...
you, were, asking: about: sexuality? no?!

shh...
there's the shh of bypassing the c rowd:
i'm BATMAN
and here's JOKER
and the PENGUIN...
you in trying to be lucky on the privy...
no?                            no?!
;:
             that's the?!  of QWERTY
?!
                              ;:
  
*******, arrived: now i have me tool!
of arithmetic!
i love how this one comic...
what's his name:
Freddie Mercury..
now but a  a Freddie:
i... don't... give.. a ****...
punctuated alternatively...
punctuated with altruaism

altruism:

but there's a tomorrow: like Jihad tomorrow:
like no one heard Gabriel...
beside Muhammad
and the supposed: ******: hail: Mary..
altruism and atheism:
and ontology:
just juggling words, sir:
but Allah was not Yahweh of the burning bush...
constipated circumcision tactic:
it's so demeaning to find
a monotheism...
charged with the incompetence of
an angel...
Gabriel is not god...
Gabriel is Gabriel is...
ha ha!
Hahalah!

                Hahalah! said: the not reincarnated
Elijah...
   you ******* goons!
you ******* ******* *******
fiddly toy things!

i am ******* already:
one more *****, loose...
and the ***** will require a hammer:
and then all will be loose!
instead of understanding you
by ***** in...
i'll... start ******* hammering you
in like the parasite i don't want
want in my *******... savvy?!