What is it hereby that I seeith?


Unardent archetypes,
Renege cards to swipe for fast food,
Archaic since long ago!!!!!

Aristrocratics art thou?
Greedied dollared frenzies,
A meal plus ten for thine own family?

What about thy neighbor?
The one on thine street,
Doused in fluids, puke and safekeeps,
Not enough for him?
Thou furtive frugal!!!!!!!

Yea!!!
Tuck thine own pocket back in,
Dont let him seeith all you have to giveth!!!
Unlargess you!!!!!

As this old sphere genuflects in circlet motion,
To thine loved ones all time and and thy devotion thou giveth not to thine own family,
But to slot machines?

Thou maverick!!!!
Thine phene!!!!!

Fast food havens hath become brothels of aspirin taking needed,
Once a day,
For all unclotting!!!!

Protracting thy fateful health oh invertebrate?

Trying to live to one hundred?
Afraid for thy soul to pass?
What's wrong? No god? No faith at last?

Provident to failure!!!!!

Virulent art thou,
For thine work thou has made a surplus!!!!
Skipping thy wife's needs?
For forty hours of volition and lust??????!!!!!!!!

Visionary of demonous audacity!!!!!!

Thine own path is manifest and lamenting!!!!

For art thouest not repenting of thy fast lived paradox?

I'm a cynic to thine own trust!!!!!

i'm afraid of the dullness
the unspectacular scares me more than any cancer
more than any mortal wound
that thouest couldest ever inflict upon thine flesh
because it's telling me that i am not doing something to live life to the fullest.
it means that at some point, I made a decision that lead me to experience the dullness
the dark side of experience
and I don't know what to do in those moments
in those dreadful
never ending
frictionally enhanced
time stand still stanced
moments
i can choose to do something else where I'm truly "living"
or i can wallow in the mellow and live dangerously in imaginations sleeping quarters.
i'm such a rebel.
but there's no room for resting in the dormant ticks
that's the time for the treadmill
or rather the spinning wheel
for this hamster of a brain
to start running in circles
always leading me to think the same things
"i should be doing something more productive"
at which point lack of discipline
motivation
and my love for self loathing all barge in
wielding several large knives
and hold the poor little creature hostage
if only I could afford better locks...

Where her preponderance takes over rainbows will overtaketh thy dark cloud, the phantism of her queen screen projection is for all to daydream of!!! What a riddle shell leave you upon thy emptied tray, her mysticism and mystification can leave a bruise upon thy name!!! An atlas of lost time, shell pursue to all oceanic depths, a mall thief of unbelief, she just could pile all thou has left!!!! An intensive heart throb to maximum proportions, she will jeer you to distortion if thouest forget her special occasions!!!
How lovely is thy own grass when it withers? Still leaving behind sheers of myrtle grove? She will dissavow your heated warm loathe.... Discerning one, disclose me all the way, where is thy key to ones disorderly dungeon? The embellishment to all real estate!!!!
One whom I can fascinate and rellish to mine and hers own doings!!!!!!!

How I do love unto,
But am not loved upon;
I tremble in repose
From the dusk until dawn.

Dost thouest lovest me?
Too exalted is thee?
For it is your isle,
I pick from the whole sea.

To whom your eyes are
Turned upon?

Not mine ! For sure ! I must reply -
For now - not blurr -Nor ever Will,
Love Poet Shaffle
Random Music
Notions
And
Coy Emotions
Classics is more ~
Real
What is your will?

Let me love you. . . darling

Does Three Moons Time
Fleet Seamlessly
Across The Lines
Of Thouest Adornation
When Deepest
Bliss

Is It Real
Is all this just a
Projection of my Perceptive
Gifted Genuinity
Playing old Tricks
Again

      *Let me love you, darling

My heart skips
A Bit
With Each Encountering
Ink Tinted Poetic Blood
Cunningly Humorous

Painted Visages
Dreams
Teams
Smiles Clusterin'
For The lovely Night

     Let me love you. . .

Thou Latest Smirks
Do Smirk Lately On !
When Thee ~ my
Blooming Poet
Know Deep
I won't mention
Fancy Faces
Clubs
Revolutions
Writers
Animal Kingdom
Casually
You Are A Human
And A Divination

LMLYD
         focus me in
               The
    bronze shadow
    
Let me love you darling

*My shadow speaks of light

Malaise words floweth from me,
as the rain taps this diffident roof,
where snap picture lovers sit in booths,
As i siteth on the hill!
tenacious muse...
Dearth of rosies line these chalk cracked walks,
Just complainers complain and gaulk,
as thine mergers thy own self sees breaking!
the earth seems quaking...
Saccharine duet,
a cloaked baggette,
a diamond in the rough i only heap to unravel..
the mound has turned gravel, where tombs whence layed..
Stanzas to post on paper,
clocks to do no favor,
as when time passes,
soo doth thy memories...
full yet unplentied..
Veneration is scarecely innocent,
the young grow older, the bold seem colder,
as neither hot nor cold,
thou could spew them from thine mouth!
a red immutable couch!!!
Unprecidented lingo i want to perfect,
where a queen and me will flect,
on now,
and thy new tommorrow.
ourn own oak thats hollow!!!
two sage stoic's,
where when thouest fall one shall know it,
and lend you their hand,
and NOT a tounge lashing!
ultimate blessing...
Two herasies made covenant,
two births on their own planet,
One spirit to their magnet,
as One profuse enigma ,
Provincial to god and us...........

Lead turns into a lighter here,
While corruption blackens the fuse,
Nothing hospitable,
The buried Now are liveable to the factors of badge and gruel!

Exuberance of pallets line ten down each row,
What a sight to see being so chained down.

Cardiac pains,
Silent to creep upon Stiller's,
An encore for real life movies,
Yet this mine friend, is the dominant thriller!!!!!

Bland supervision ruins ones child play,
What beauty is on the outside?
Doth thou remember oh bill paying citizen?

Now where doth thou stay futile servant?
Pervertist,
Comrade to systematic function!!!!

Colleagues betray thou for midtown luncheon?

Do many perturb you to greatest of all lengths yet?
Didst thou trade in dead money for thine new raincheck?

Predecessor's are predatory, tenants of hatred filled temples.....
Art thouest them?
Or art thou thyself?
Thy theatrical artista!!!!!!!!!!

thouest ****
my promised quince
widely spread

See,
Look closer friend!!!
Doth thou see thou beauty on that masterpiece clung nailed to thy wall?
Your to close friend,
Step back....
(Its ugly) the man whispers!!!!!
No no thou seeist all wrong young one,
Look past the color and the picture!!!
All the dots refined,
As in our minds,
A heaven sits behind thy color doth thouest see!

Do not believe???

This paintings been around a many of years young lad!!!
Here,
Step back!!!

Woowwwww,
Yells the man as his screams echoe the museums hangings!!!

Yes,
Yes, now I see beyond the colors is a hidden message,
A broken heart bleeded out to make the streaks and all the form!!!

Yes I say friend!!!
You wanna know who she is?
The man asked(yes)

She's amica mea!!!!!!

What can I do?
When I am so smitten for thee-
That the icicles of my past, melt in just
a stare of thine starry eyes.

There is a chasm between Me
and Thouest, which lies a fire so warm,
And bright, it does at once light
the darkest of nights and desires.

What I would give-
to feel thine enamoured heat...
Caressing the knots and scars across my body.
Your kiss is comparable to the smokiest oud and fresh tobacco-
lighting our pyres.

Alas, it is impossible to rhyme in your presence!
I stutter at the fluttering of your individual hairs
standing up to greet
the deity you love most deep.

This vessel is the human alchemy for thee:
The everlasting sycamore cooling beside the sea.

The midnight clock strikes at twelve,
Ringing the dawn of another day
The midnight clock strikes at twelve,
Saying that all must turn the other way

It chimes it's loudest for all to hear,
Once, twice, thrice..... a dozen times
But it knows that thouest think time fear,
And spend thou night sleeping, the cousin chimes

The midnight clock strikes at twelve
Hoping that one or the other would hear
The midnight clock strikes at twelve,
Trying to ring thee to hark thy fear

Its face lights up, and a smile rings clear
For it saw the tramps, chimps and burglars near
The midnight clock had no brain of its own
So its smile was still very beknown
When they took it off the dusty wall
Never again to chime 'Midnight for all!'

I'm stuck in an education
If I am am I an institute in self-conservation
Conserving my thoughts and energy for the meditating heralding change in the drop sleeves of doing something better with plants
In the autumn, knowing of the seasons and the hurling flings that throw Fred's problems at and Harry hurt ya'
Rolling up the sleeves, with the punches doing something better for a change than fighting the little wings
Gaining ambiguity, ambition in this from the little wing, and redacting resting war pieces, once again in a dark alley away
Sold out by the Ganges, we are at the back alley once again
Where it used to flood in the underwhelming light of the free talking, and are we really doing this praying in the freakish dark
If you want to **** yourself in film-noir, then, do it wicking light, flickering cigarette and luminescent wickedness and gumption in grumpy faces, Eliot Ness
Shot the mess down, in the pool of blood
Shot the mess in, down in the pool
Everywhere, everyone was trying to make sense of the unfurling crew crawling through strange crew
Cash rules everyone around messenger of peace, mirages of the sage temerity of the herald of emerald Gerald Ford tides, shortest eyebrows in the quickest drugs for the lasting merging
Of mussing and sullied feelings, where the cars roam
Thouest shiny car, where do you remember to reach India, the houseplants wait for your arrival, blind in love

Whence art thouest from, oh son of perdition?
For mine ***** knowest thine not,
Ye have tarnished thine heritage,
Even if nothing good ever came thereof.