Braxan Dec 2016
(Before you continue reading I ask that you read all of it and thats all I ask; proceed€;)
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Far from the sorts, might cut it short,
Though all I know is to embrace the now.
She’s stunning, beautiful; I could go on,
propbably even forever,
real power within her
each and every step she makes is
spontaneous, extra explosive
It's similar to my heart lighting up the honeycomb bong hits with the beeswax,
In my mind I know that it’ll be in due time though coincidently the coin flips and changes the stakes within a wishing well.
I get to feel the stars around us,
Though for now all I
Think about is
What
We
Could’ve
Been.

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I had
Gestured a pose like how roman statues do,
Through it all, my mind will stay Segmented and undivided
Solid like shoes strung in the hood
gone like conversation cemented into stone, though devoted there’s no debate.
I know to think outside in, Its hard to even win and now that I look at it, I know; I stayed alive through it all somehow,
Though now all I have time to do is get to thinking about what could’ve been
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Staring off at the clouds seeing figures floating thinking it’s all in my thoughts, seeing something more isn’t so far away, days now just float and flutter with the strength of a falling heart from high up above the skies so often do birds.
I believe mine arose like a carnation purposeful like a love poem though this is far from one I just lose myself in exactly what could’ve been.

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(*Before you continue reading I ask that you read **all of it** and thats all I ask*)
A-Start the best part*
A-Healthy heart breakfast

Not so fast slow down of prayers
Just come and arrive
Sheer whispering Dress Aline
shapes of water are mine

The Green Gables
The twins whisper in doubles
The pink fur Hello Kitty
My best of the cattle
Meet her friend the Furry Sable
The loud whisperers the sleepwalker
They call her the wanderer
He whispers and she's the keynotes
"Her Real Estate' A-Steal for diaries

But their children love to whisper

The crayons Highlights of the wonderland
Building more Ancient dreams

Stealing the grapes of whisper escapes
Like  A-dream planted to remain
A steal cannot take that away
Even if it's you're last meal

Walking with the one you love for miles
Come on baby light my fire
Whispering Morrison door to save
A dream to give the world peace
Like wishing well pulling the rope

Whisper could that be your prayer of hope?*
The guitar the invisible impossible star
And he steals another dream  
Whispering shadows pass like clouds

Australian Malamutes doing the salute *

Got strung along
And lost you

*A-STEAL for an eye for an eye
     HEART
  just give a life

Whispering over again wasn't
the way to play smart
Losing my voice
How to trust someone's words
So hard like the concrete
The abundance of food
Ala carte or Dente

A-Steal dream putting it
into your mind

Whispering Falltime Women in her
Acorn-SHOE* prime time
Walk-in closet Godly light
Like the Viking of swords
Knight

Where to go who will ever know
Not a pin drop of a slight whisper
Clasping or gasping for air
The Holy Water was left

For the delicate minds
of the deer
That light talk of resistance
Lips of acceptance

With her silken pillows
Tied their dreams
Sopping wet rain
The French soothing whispering rainfalls
Wearing her trenchcoat
Whispering her sugar words
He could find me peace to my river
Like two peas in a pod to float
A Steal how love can make the difference
Just feel you know what's real
Sands of time whispering dream
Often told the end is truly the taste
to breathe
Even if you are deep inside her dream
To justify her means
Like the Queen to the Diplomat
The highest authority

You almost felt only your whisper would be the priority
The Aristocrat  cleaning up your bad dreams
*High beams a spoiled love Tit for the Tat

Not the fairytale Dr. Seuss you gave it all you got
Cat in the Hat- or the desperation of one last whisper
Up the sunrise and on your way the
Astral
You are the creature of the night
Shining the light never ending the battle night
Smells of baked cake through your nostrils
Rocky mountains of Colorado dreamy caves

Hearing  sounds but living in the distance
The romance you got blinded like a ghost but
you got your chance of lovers and whispers
Canadian waterfall talking not whispering

Doing Pilates what *Yogalates loving the
yodeling dreaming watching him the diver*
Going dirt biking just love the dreamy feel of hiking

"Hearing Attention Hitler in the Summertime"
All blue eyes what a dreamer
The good Earthly brown so worthy
The Cafe eyes

A steal dream like a spilled milk
for only a cat now scat
Summer the Kings speech air
Whispering path of the love heir
The assembly line
Good and the bad memories
The years getting away with murder
The law of attraction in order

Erasing someone's scent
A- million stars you found your truth
Looking outside of your dream your
Was your *Godly
tent
Whispering has many advantages and its amazing to see someone in your dream like your lover the mountains hiking or dirt biking and the change of seasons to lovemaking
Braxan 18h
May I confess? Lost and devoted I knew this world was all for the making, still in the process of having sake and before I knew it, I was hung up on my baby, fixed to a comfort, stuffed and ready to puppet the ventriloquist.
Quivered a thought of panels; transparent to conflict, adjusted to turn the wages of old war and render them over.
Whole pie; though short of a trumpet. Strung like cords to the bindings of compensation; complex buildings,
struck by the melody, just missing the rhythm..
Days go on, moving onward like a fixed poem.
Last day when all of the thoughts will matter,
might as well, try and attempt to out run the
chances of living within a snow globe hourglass.
So be it, for when the time is up; so will yours.
Though
This
Is
For
Now.

Till Time Repeats Itself,
See you then Isaac Hayes.
(Aug 20, 1942 - Aug 10, 2008)
Hung Up On My Baby. - Isaac Hayes
Mind Playing Tricks on Me - Geto Boys
They came in droves.
Spiders in the green beret
riding sensation to your toes.
Gravity suddenly voids
itself and in a living hell,
the river falls in reverse.
They hastened, then.
Against my every defense,
they upend the poles
with their torrential
upward descent.
It's always the spider.
Come to wrap me in my dreams.
Feast on the blood of my day.
Drain the faith from the reserve.
I am the spider, presently.
Far enough from the prey
to play the victim, in wait,
until I sense a heart or head, strung
on one of my many threads.

— The End —