ever pressing freedom with
words to follow suit;
simple utensil awaiting its full potential
as strokes find spacings dissevering letters,
leaving fractured symbols intangible.
my blood be shed to fill some well,
to be drawn within a reservoir
and found scrawled in repetition
     blue rose, blue rose, blue rose
and free we are from complexities,
to laze along the banks of Lotus fields
and feast, and quaff, and lull ‘fore
remorse stings at return across Oceans.
as Urania casts colors upon
a sky of fading Sun, awaiting to show
Her mass brilliance of stars. each, a soul
lending guidance since time-beginning –

- - - abrupt ending

I was sent to you for a special purpose.
The years with you have always been perfect.
Though i act like the main clown from a circus.
I can't count How many tears you shed.
Bearley paying rent and still getting us fed.
My father figure was an action figure, figuring out Actions to get the dealer to deliver.
So my power ranger toys would get dismembered.
You would always made me content. Played both roles without manly experience.
Your still the Man at your defense. always in touch with your sixth sense.
I was a trouble maker in school the big boy breaking all the rules and rulers. Fascinated by the thrill until i became a consumer
learned a bit sooner then most, THC had me floating Like boats.
I was no longer the same but my good kid iiimage Maintained.
My mom would get called upon my suspension, I knew the belt was expected but a bad student never learns his lesson. Somedays you would expect perfection. When im only human,
your name calling made feel inhuman. only building my seclusion.
You also made mistakes. made my world collapse worse then the world trade.
I would get kicked out at an alarming rate.
I ended up catching cases, learned how to count my rooms bricks spacings.
Still you showed me your patience
when any sign of hope for me was annihilated.
How can you take me back? after every time your heart i stabbed, this character trait of yours i lack. Of always Giving another chance.
I thank the lord for your presence, my appreciation Can never fit in some sentence.
It would take two life times of presents, the fountain of youth for your years to lessen, and a world full of white picket fences.
Your my guardian angel. Here to strangle any demon who tries to tangle. - IMMORTAL VICE.

you know that citation i told you
about, mad matt - forks in the road;
i get more feeling from tina turner's
thunder-dome song than
i might get from a human
rights tribunal over cold coffee
and the 8 years i spent in isolation,
in a free, democratic, society -
prison within a prison
(better still had i been a norwegian terrorist
i'd get a savvy ivory plated toilet seat
to sit and sow *** goosebumps against!);
what a domesticity this has spawned,
i'd send all the homeless to
commit a petty crime to get shelter...
i would; i'd tell them to get a knife
and coolly sit with a would-be
victim slightly cutting them
but not killing them... and repeat...
and repeat... tie them with akimbo
and hold a knife to their neck...
just for a roof over their head...
no squalor no rat infestation -
i'd make all homeless people
fake crime... just for a roof...
                                   i'm surprised they
haven't already...
                                    hello! i say... hello?
hey man you know i'm really o.k.?!
the pen in my hand will tell you the same...
but when i'm writing poetry don't give me no crap;
'cos the smallest thing might make me snap:
you stupid dumb **** god-**** mother-******!
ah you know, song lyrics when the Canterbury Tales
make it to quiz shows and leave the cobweb covered
libraries of former educational audits that universities
are, no longer training monks or free-thinkers:
just little ***** eager to deface their former
presence in boarding schools with binges of what
it was to be in schools with periodical reality-checks
never angling chequers of nod and conformity -
universities aren't about being educated these days,
it's about an alcoholic allowance for pretty clubbing
antics - i've never wasted as much time as i ever
did in my life - i got taught to be bored of
menial tasks - when, within the framework of
human population, people are expected to
learn the joy of menial labour akin to having the
leisurely capacity to craft thought to no conclusion
worth investigating other than as a barrier
to accept the menial concordance with
what others utilise thought toward: a lack of
risk-assessment risking life or limb to climb a
transverse in the highlands -
perhaps an insect-like life for the former,
but then again an insect-like thinking for the latter -
how two anonymous timings
and how two anonymous spacings
occupy what we demand to be relative
when it's actually "relative",
between people, space is anonymous with regards
to time, and likewise time is anonymous with
regards to space... not necessarily non-existent,
i'm not going into ******* atheism
of non-existence over certain uncomfortable
truths... i'm stating a lesser hurt,
anonymity -
a mountain-climber walks into a supermarket...
indeed... a man walks into a bar joke series...
it's not that space disqualifies the chance
existence of time... the mediating
connection is that of anonymity, best
prescribed by people having different roles
in what society allows them to express
a hunger for whatever the hunger later invokes...
hope you don't hunger what
is translated as a chance meeting with
that zoological species known as paparazzi.

There im told your great I see
Held to the highest pillar just stay true
(E-mc⅔) **** this hard one ****
It sees matter ...
Over mind..
It seems that's all this world matters... Clue
(Big)
Matter of things of this world without what happens after
So it is matter over mind... Society lied **** dumb *****..clearly it matters
To be a cow .. walking to the slaughter house
Budging in line on who wants to go next
This poem seems to be to obvious
And perfect... Lol from spacings and levels
Balance and truth
Jesus walks first in the other direction..
Now I do
Believe it or not ...
If this is true hard to answer
Keys left all around... But
Can't seem to pick it up
I'm first to the key
First to the egg
So many movies
So many clues
Who makes these movies
God funny every show
On the tv in shows lol..
Friends
To fairy tail
Imagination is endless but it's a tricky thing to play with .. if you don't have a good
Teacher..
Jesus was a good teacher..
Peace I don't believe in 3rd chances.. but this
One I'll do just because it's you and
It's for ya.. you4yah from you by you
Caillou on Google.. xmas lol ..
25december .. I mean the
Girl
Of
My dreams
But the world tears us apart.
My great love letter d she may never
Read ..the letter that shred the sheets
But tears on a lady on the streets
Like Romeo and Juliet ..
The returned love letter
That took me many
Life times
To
Complete.
..im back on the street the tree
Down the street
Where walk
Through the snow
Meet me here
Someday
If you
Don't believe my love
Is the moon the stars the sun
There is endless words
Of cloud atlas ... We are
The story... Each of us
She's been there .. the first time you truly fell in love.. the person who stole your heart
But some B's
Rip you apart (think really if it didn't matter but love that's mind heart and brain talking)
What if the girl dropping wine.. if she realized in the beginning you wouldn't have pieces of your heart...
To find or lose or grew in the beginning. .. so the first love is true and everything else will never duplicate that .. wholeheartedness? But repent I guess ****
Torn apart
Even in the possibility of finding the girl .. so don't give up being the good guy
In time you will find the right true love.

And it's a reincarnation of her on the flip
Supporting you or
Vise versa
Perfect match

Possibility
Of forever.
But even then.. I'm honest
True
And humble
Kind
Coachable
But not a dog a wolf
Integrity..
All one man's
Cross he hung
Himself
Still felt bad
For the society of them
Would go to hell and bring the souls all
Souls demon to light
Fire to brimstone ( anime for that)..
Would give you a chance over
And
Over again
Cause I'm a nice guy
And believe
No matter what ..
A son
Of
G
Parables
2000 years ...
And hopefully you get the belief needed..
Jesus died for all sins then...
But you forgot...
Lets try
Again
But
He's
Already .
What happens if the world drained and never made it out of this rock.. fail .. might happens if not natural disasters by mother earth for the cries of her pain
Or humanity's 7 deadly sins controling this world **** each other ... Cause god already won and running your tricks
Around

She's the only girl
Who I want a hit off
She's my high on life
Not everything else
We would bike ,
Walk
Climb
Sometimes fight but perfect
That I was sober and for that day
Ever since
Trying to replicate ..
That love
Even now




Here


You just to blind to see. ( If you read this far you will one day make it .. this life or the
Next
Promise.. gjw God Jesus will __