Stopper allsh Chub forsh shrame Good Chinwag, yah?
Arsh sieve Combatibles posh Boys bare playe
Shaye, yay Share! Bar score thore Pieces me - bah!
Mayse Lion bare thine; Yare Deer-Berry splaye
Wot cot Beagle-Risen thorse Polliwog
Spout Arms dash Legs arsh instant forsh shore Sport
Water-Rouse, rebound! Spare Skin-Sherry shogg
Staple coach-wires faye John Tom's Report
Behave, tharne! Parallipparel Shape conduct
Pour-Pore noodlesee Six-Squares shrub contesse
Mare beere yorsh Chest torso-avenue locke
Reprodpress marsh baye Bub-Peppers finesse.
Staye-upon-staye bore thoose talkitook borough
Boy-ish-Boy-font-fare-Potiphar-although.

I should heed the Wild Warning posted since
That which those picknicked Sponsors egg so grave
As you - Sturdy **** - hem the River-Prince
And Sport his Leisure to uphold so Brave
This Friend I see - with Investitude born
Whose Alliance he knew be owned with Tact
For the Son's own Good; To clamour the Morn
And take his Rightful Inheritance back
That in Post-Episodes we Realise
To the Common Ground beheld our Intent
Our own Softened Forces we Advertise
With his Stars flare brighter by his Consent.
All the whilst, bend your Muscles in the Gym
To feel Refreshed; In accordance of him.

Your Flesh be Verse; And Verse such Sacred Hymn
Make less Errors to our Enduring Chant
At least in her House; Behonour the Plym,
A Shrine to Sacred Masculine's Romance
Which is why, should Family Codes must Heed
And keep Tradition on its Darling Trend
Will please the Patriarch; And out of Need
Spread your Print to Generation's End
To which I request in Respect-of-Doubt
That of your Leather please Decline to Sell
For your Light's Sake; And Innocence abound
To scrape that Dust off your Candle be Well.
Then your Babes appreciate Such in you
The Adhesive Partner; A Friend as Glue.

Ah, that your Flesh be that Smooth Leather pierce
Pricked by Needles on the Sands of Dubai
As the Blue Giant hovers; And shakes your Fears
From the White Winged Djinn hovering on high
He wants your Temple; Such Beauty obssessed
That even in his Realm his Kind turns Green
On how such Coil as you - Divine possessed -
Which to Retirements abhor the Mean
Which Font, then, must your Alphabet construct
Something which verily made to Run and Blow
So you lie down; And flash the Comfortiduct -
That same Pronged Victory we all should know.
After all, long have we Enjoyed such Bulge
Of Eight Metres spread; Less Five Inches indulge.

Upon this Night where my Feelings soaked late
I took the Charmer to mix his Best Brew
Then by his Good Stamps breathed out my Good State
And cleaned my Pages for Verses renew
Fancy how the French and Magician meet
To conjure this Milestone we call a Store
From a Savvie's Sip - to a Mystic's Beat
And blow this Spell for us to come for more
Not that Everyday's a Fair-Feathered Wand
Or Tomes which avid Legerdemains seek
But that same Old Brew - made New by his Hand
And channelled the Mist which makes it Unique.
Breathe those Spirits - to where Hip Youngsters go
I toast my Cup - to that Song playing now.

Nary a Pence or a Finger across
Shall breach your Fine Dogs to communicate
Even your Frog - with its Webbed Feet emboss
Finds it easy your Dives to replicate
That which - if analysed - makes you Mundane
Par-Level with those admit to Conceit
Yet - breathe deeper - such Act parleys to Bane
Browning our Hearts to this needed Deceit
Sighs! Either whose Mouth this Meaning depend
Be the Cockhold Male or Gorgeous Female
We all could guess - whose Tweet you will re-send,
Whose Days would Season or whose Hours go Stale.
Fancy this Talent, shall Mercy redeem
Spread your Neighbourhood; And all that it seems.

Mayon Volcano of our Nation's Pride
Sleek be your Shape on our Motherland's Back
Surrounding Spices, your Flaming Rage hide
Which Form to take our Economy lack
So you decide to Chill; And leave a Bruise
That from Bathala's Favour reaped your Skin
And Kiss the Nimbus pour her Tears a-new
Whose Lost Love's Folly besought from Within
Then why Cagsawa, her Arm does extend
Ringing her Bell despite the Missing Pall
Meant her Heart Forever; Love without End
Her Chorus buried as if there at all.
She bids her Wave, as Albayenos notice
That Spark from your Mouth; Kindle her Precipice.

This be the Final Day I shake your Hand
Then meet the Calmer Diplomat you brought
To just Reach Out; And try to Understand
How my Skills for Finer Efforts have wrought
Though, as Proofed, are Numbers you would Believe
So ask my Higher Boss which Plan I'll take
Will constrict my Leisures; As many percieve
The Bull-Horned Adviser my Peers forsake
So that if my Laboured Spirits be Tamed
And share to your Better Business allot
Will sharpen my Picture; Then Talents famed
Behind the Blue Eagle's Black Eggs forgot.
That Excelled you are, as Cell's Values come
Would make my Mark; As the Best Agent done.

The Camargue River Delta does bleed
South of Libertie's Crimson Trident Tongue
Reaching out to all those Fishes in-need
Though absent they are as Toxined become
Maybe Moses his Conjured Plague forgot
This Harrowing Effect crept from the Nile
Much of Life's Salted Earth; And Reeds begot
Purchase those Benefits and heal the Bile
Yet many these avid Tourists attract
How their Lives by Essense would oxidise
Thus cause such Colour; And reveal the Fact
Their Crypted Emotions must Realise.
Still those Tiny Feet run; And cheer the Sea
Touch Sole-to-Sole; And dissolve their Plights be.

It still takes me awhilst to Sense your Name
With such Plus-Speeches curry to a Song
Yet ask if I - stopper the Current - same,
I wonder how many Words will last for long
Or Syllables, in your own Hands depend
With Numbered Cycles ask Keys for those Locks
Perhaps we Run - and Combination amend
Or affix those Cargoes left at the Docks
Demand it so, or leave a Martyr's Plaque
Which at Risk shed the Janner's Blood portend
Else dull the Banker; Then add his Funds lack
To decode his Wealth so long been Content.
Merry-be-Jolly, which Virtue discerns
The Olive still Grows; The Student still Learns.

Hello, Funkey Monkey! Your Orange Arms hang
And Bless those Pea-Eyes your Master do Witness
What Pursed Lips you saw; Or Mellow-Hands rang
For his Sick Clients or Friends with Kisses
My Business, it's not! Though comfy your Place
To chronicle such Pampered Events enjoy
Whispering his name; Beg caress to his face
And Sweet-Marks smear Spices plug to this Boy
Gambled are you to which many Girls sing
On his Rehearsals too fawned for him to Post
We can only guess what Stipend he'll bring
Or the next Meme he'll Admire the most.
Cheers, Oscar Bear. And bring your New Friend
To brief his Rumours; Whose Mood you'll depend.

It seems that each time I climb my own Pulpit
Hoping with my Values you could soon know
These Arrows stab me; Some ***** my habit
Whilst others painfully stub my Big Toe
I suppose, that even if I Intercede
Which by the way un-crossed from my Contract
Would such Fence stand still; Yet I supercede
Beyond my Instructions I would extract
Apart from your Blood. Yet such Energy bleed
Checking my Virtues to your Good Effect
If at least Fail my own Ripe Moral's need
Must then tune your Future to your best Aspect.
Though Foreign am I, my Message give Hope
Could your Heart brush Wax; And your Mind feign Dope.

Poets, as per Priests, by Charity thrive
Yet rake the Best Features for their intent
Divers, as per Dames, by Fashion's revive
Draw the Choicest Models for their content
You see? How common their Modes do vary
Which fulfill my Teacher's Will to Connect
Where - make abode - Purple's Pimpled Folly
And slip each other's Secrets in retrospect
There is an Answer; Which one Theory hides
But through the same Dame's kiss endorse a Hint
First - pump her softly - careful! She subsides
And leave your Buds more than a Taste of Mint.
So, a Poet are you; Your Flesh the Words
A Diver am I; My *** for the Birds.

To move in Reflex, as Earth and Air kiss
Sport Water to fare that Steel Jungle cool
And stunningly Ritual; One I dare miss
Bid the Twinkle-Toes and harped like a Fool
Fools. So saturated yet most reserved
That a Semaphore my Loose Restraints such
To feature my Craft; Though Elements conserved
And leave you Two free to hone your fine lot
Figures. That Speech slumber by your instinct
Yet left me asking which Equation true
Amongst your limbs - flip Angles by distinct
Then shaped the Art and Miracle as you.
Quite expected, though not in such Degree
With her in-waiting, as I chop a Tree.

When you think that you have remained at Peace,
Here comes the War Cause.
Due to his Impedious Actions and Words
Has caused an Impenetrable Rising -
An ******* unworthy to be erected,
Which ought to be torn apart piece-by-piece.


It is the TINGE - that Nerve which makes
You do just that.
It is he, that made you Scream like a Cat -
Angered by the Mouse
To which transfers the same Range at his
Own Spouse.
It is he, that makes Hypocrisy victorious
And free.
It is he, that projects Visions and Sights
You could hardly see.


Because you could not see it all
For it still rests within your Heart.
No-one loves the Heat of Hatred
Or the Sourey Taste of Anger.
Worse, his or her Voice
Expressing uncontrollable Temper.
(Or Things either with big or little Difference.)


Yet still, it is the Reason. And that Tinge
Proves it so.
And as a Result the Latter begins to Dream.....
Deteriorate and worst let you feel low;
Deeper than Beelzebub's main Majestic;
Deeper than the Marianas itself.


The Tinge of Heart - so Strong to Hinder
And so Weak to be Awared.
Responses, Sympathy are the only Cures
Of these Tinges. And now its Reputation
Has been Saved from the Infamous Hinges.


Now that Tinges can have a Good Side -
Does Temper have.....?

Life and Love.
Defense and Attack.
Boys wear Pants whilst Girls wear Slacks.
Students study, as they do, so they say
By the their own Proud Youth - yet reek with Respect
And Worthiness to other People and the Like.


These are the Roles - Tasks and Obligations
Which every Individual does in order to strike
The Goal intented.


As the World rivets by,
And Beggars moan for Alms,
Every person has some Role day-by-day;
Singing Psalms,
Thanking God for the Gifts gratefully given.


But as I say, as we are aware
That each of us has Roles different from
The others.
Specific, as what we call them makes
Us Special in some way.


We gain Originality - Uniqueness - the Factor
Of one Good Kindness
But is not the Perfect Role - no more, no less.


And so we Search, by-and-by
Even with the Onions we consume which
Makes us Cry.
Soon, we began to love Victory and notice
A certain Title which makes a Sick Story:
"THE PEOPLE THEMSELVES; BEST BY WAY."
And began to scan the Multitude,
Wondering what they could mean.


The People, everywhere floating around us like
Fish,
Being noticed that Something in themselves
Create a Tinge of Belief.
BELIEF! That's it! Belief in one's self -
The most Perfect Role of all!


With it, we Feed our World with such Classical Rhythms
That sheds a little Light for this World of ours
To be kept and treasured forevermore.


If everyone has Originality, they are more
Respected, when it comes to a Serious Society.
Furthermore, one makes use of his Gifts
Given by the Lord. And it is our Duty to Follow it.


And we will - for we Believe that to follow the Perfect Role
Leads to a Perfect Life.


At least, such is what I Think.
Of course, I could be Wrong.

When you thought that the Wrap
Has already woven around
You - grasping so tightly that you can no longer
Break Free.


So it is. Your Mind has made use
Of its own Wrap.


You Wonder - then tremble of how and when
The Tomorrows of Anxiety would be:
Fate? Desire? Luck?
It's a Query too young for a Response, I say.


Thus one must wait and be Aware.
Pray that such Outcomes will Turn on your end
And spray Parfum on your Lair.


To Worry is easy; But to be Aware takes skill.
The rotting smell of Fish would be likely to spot
But to realise that as the Tastes are not
To be eaten is an Uncertain Rule for us, Deaf-Dumbers
Or maybe those who don't know at all.


Every Problem has a Solution
Despite how such Solutions are Encrypted.
But to Worry - Does it have
Something? Or none?


What about God? Isn't He the Perfect Being
For all your Worries? Would not a little Murmur
To His Name
Revive you once more?


It's then for you how to deal with these Worries.
To Worry: A Title so harmoniously fed
To the Traitors.
So the Question remains: Why Worry on so many Things?

God is with us - WHY.....?

It's here! It's here! One of the Best
And Brightest Days
Now's the Time to rev-up our Ways.


That Glazing Star, which spits the
Rays
Shone brightly through Helios, the
Highest Display.


Beaches un-roll their sleek-forming sands
As Pools de-frost their blue-tanned waves.
Swimmers do dive, and enjoy the Save
In Iberia's Coast rescue in Grand.


There are many Events in
This Hot-Baste Holiday
Worry not; For it will slowly
Pass Away
About a month-two - quill, quite awhilst
Just enough for me to produce
More Words in-rhyme.


Writing on Holidays must always be fun
For Experiences like these, pressed
Under the Sun
Tram-Tracked Thoughts, which does
Hurt to remember
Will be preserved - thanks to November.


Family, Friends, Extensions and Strangers
There the Bunch starts to get all blokey
Boring Concepts, birth these Megaphone Chaps
You world prefer to dance on their laps.


Maybe what I said meant something else
Those Words of mine touched Heart and felt
Such gradual boredom - in time I agree
For tunnelling Facts, with Evidence plead.


Nevertheless, let the Holidays sing
And let our Lives live that Full Extract.
Be Happy, Gay and Humble in Kind
For once the Headmaster whistles, you'll
Have a Sortie ahead.

The Greatest Gift of All
Comes from our Helper,
Our Heavenly Father.


Who, with Great Mercy
Bore His Only Son, the Divine Fruit
To redeem us from the Fires of Sin
And the Smoke of Anarchy.


Shining from the Son,
There are other Great Gifts given
On-the-Run
And each of them Play a certain Role in Life
While others could reimburse their fife.


Love,
The most Important
Which always keeps Constant
To the Heart.
Taping two People; Then stapling the Many
To God's Unbiased Paper.
A Work of Art.

This is an Instrument a Verser must have
Without it, we cannot Write with Love.


This Tool, yet so small
Does so many for All.


Ink-Filled Skinney,
With a ball-soaked head.
Passing-out stains of Blue Blood
And creating Words which Read.


People throughout Literacy
Seek for this Sword.
To furnish their own Feelings
And Bsuiness in the Ring.


It all started,
With a large, downey feather
From the Swan's sacrifice,
Dipping the tip with sticky paint,
And scribbling onto leather.


Paper, in progression, was its Factor
Then came the Fountain - Civil Man's writing major.


This Pen does well
And so does much.
Ink goes up,
Goes down,
Though still plans to Blot.


However it may be,
How the Ball-Point was born.
"This is way Better!" People would say
And now - the New Century - is still
Used today.


And because of it,
Production was born
In Business, Literary and most
Of all - Journalism
Was so Progressive.


And so this ends,
This Tale of the Happy Ballpen.
Of Friend's in-take,
Which is needed much in the Open.

T'was the Time when Light hasn't come
Thus filled the Air with Old-Smelling Rhum
Or Gas-Lamps, or Candles of Wax
Do make this Darkened City a mass.

The Source of Great Power has fell
This Time unknown which we cannot tell
The Heat as the Night, how Great it was
When Cooling Converters has made its loss.

People complain, here and there
For Power to return, unable to Dare
At this rate in which they have had Enough
It's now their Turn to be so Rough.

Banners flow in tiles across
The Head of whom around is Boss
Saying, "Power come! Power come!
Hear me now, don't be Dumb!"

As the Night comes with Loser Heat
The Rebellious Mass was still hard to beat
Sources say to drive them out
Not by Force, but by Pout.

"We've had Enough!" the People said
Thus they storm to the Company's Head
Defense Forces pull them back
But the People threw them in the Stacks.

Just then, in Time's time an Electrician
Came through. Stating:
"All is well's tripe! I've cleared the Electric Hue!"

The People heard, but didn't say a Word
To realise: "We have dumped ourselves like birds."

Forgiveness, they spoke. And Cooler Thoughts
Do process
Clearing-up the Debris; And brooming-out the Mess.

Lights have returned; The Power recharged
Peace has settled once again; With the Culprit
At-large.

Come in and enjoy the Night-Light Hotel
Where Pillows and Perfumes meet and relax
And Therapy takes either Bond or Belle
And Goldfish blow this Friday's Bubbly Sax
Here upon registry your Token awaits
The Flannel up-hook which you strip and wear
Then wait for your turn as your Number rebates
A little whilst knowing your Musk reeks there
I for one made this Malicious Decide
And tempt my ****** to swallow this Treat:
Upper-Lower Left; Upper-Lower Right
Then descend into Base - Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!
Stud or Salome, let Conscience give choose
But trust me to say I am a Man too.

One so Young as to inspire Relief
Yet in my Terms he sought to disobey
Which, after all, Authority as brief
Drag those Arid Racers spit for the day
The Ocean warms. One the Spoon cannot stir
Since your Recipe in Past News remit
Harboured by Fortiments made such Themes blur
And braised Emotion to your Benefit
Now the Angel speaks. And speaks on the Rough
Submitting her summed Haloes for your Shield
That, deserving, made Plastic on your Rough
And caused the Tabloids to Honour your Field.
Coward! Take the Rod and hamper my Back
For Manhood you own; And Conscience you lack.

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The Flower-Artist-King, hail you Sweet Divine!
A Shining Sample of Twin Blessings both
Cast on! Draw on! The Magic on this Pine
Surpass the Light's Creation from the North
Did by chance a Mum called Talent gave birth
And merged the Renaissance by accident?
If so, cast the Fates to string your Spring's Mirth
And weave these White Pages by incident
Listen, dear Art! And adopt a New Name
To which those in Potent Pens inspire
All you equalled be Great; Since Greatness came
To carry the Human in us transpire.
Fortune signs your Pen; And the Stars reply
On your Deserve; Such Branded Name does fly.

If the White-Washed Tomb our Saviour condemns
Would soil my Beatitudes for your Pleasure
A True Friend I'd Fail. Though your Sense indemns,
Spread by some Hippies who plead my Censure
Fine. Be it so for the Loony I am
Though to Toxic Increments you may succumb
Which, praying deeply, prevent this love enhance
Then flow to where your Best Graces become
There are Fishes, after all, for you to feast
Since your Face hooked as Bait will consider
Which an Episode be careless at least
And leave your Bones nipping one another.
Honestly so, these Words I do evade
Which porns my Intent; And brands me a *****.

How can I withdraw if I already knew
Yet still your Partying Masquerade protect
Else file this Conspiracy. Though if true
Half the Pie sweet yet my Slice introspect
There is no need for your own Lock-and-File
Especially when it comes to your Honour
That, if Humbled, may these Heads reconcile
And gain access to your Bluebird's Favour
Which even Windsor, a Prince that he is
Taught by the Crown to consider the Queue
Of his Level, absorb your Head in this -
A Basic Lesson we all must review.
Yes, I'll comply. For the Empire's sake
To keep the Boys cooked; And Girls at your bake.

Haply Possessed, bid that Barker to be
To kneel, First Great Angel, on your Concern
That this ***** Remark puts his place in me
Though eminent are his Vices to burn
I only meant well. Yet if you refuse
And take Perception an Offender's Tongue
I will Understand. A Friend's own Review
Pores deeply into my own Healing's stung
Bid you well. That your Patient Silence take
Knowing which Words must limit by Degree
A Gentleman I should; Knead the Flour bake
For Wood-Scented Bread I eat, if you please.
He has a Good Shape, the Nosed Model still
For your Just Sake, my Embers I distill.

With both the Roman and Arabic type
Script brilliant Words and Laurels with a Pen
Peg both Venus and Adonis combine
Breed Swan-Filled Flexes most Dames recommend
Now who came first in our Line's tangent start
For one to Give and the other Receive
But that Line - severed - most on Former's part
Soiled the Latter's Letter on his percieve
With even the Girls, numerous they spawn
Their Silver Trays kicked for each Respect served
Pre-Consider, take Darkness from the Dawn
Would somehow bend the Glass straight from the curved.
This Scribe is tired. Even with Sentinels
Voice the Fair Things. Even by decibels.

Enduring Heart, bid his Cornerstone's Love
Whose Sole Decanter seeps too much Aplomb:
That Doctors and Reasons free that Ripe Dove;
That Prayers and Poems ache Answers a-new;
That Best Decrees part ways for Millions served;
That Kindred Strings knot Corsettes for his adjust;
That (Folly-Wheels) back-tate for Stones conserved;
That Mum's Potions drink to refresh his Bust;
That Selfish Managers wound his Tunes break;
That Prime Economy funds his Flesh request;
That Primmed Choices spell Finesse in his Make;
That Pampered Soldiers spear those Bugs to rest.
Reasoning Mind, bid his Thunderstone's Tame
Whose Blunt Recorder struck Ashes again.

HEY YO! Buck this Point and Coolie-Toned Swag
Despite the Jew's Hands were you born and raised
That Point be proofed where Rage indeed a Fad
As any Male Sapling begs to be Praised
Which is fine, common, and much into Tune
That in you split-cells for a Difference
Still - shoulder-up - cool Blessings into Boon
That Loving Charm - SPEAK! Your Verse in Essense
Yet, donned and bound by this Measuring Tape
Etched in Base Values which marked your Define
Was a Seedling to Grow; Then check your nape
To relieve most Life's Agues by your consign.
Such was you then. Now Best in Fashion's wear
Speak the word SUAVE. From Innocence you tear.

If, furnished back to Prime Memories, if
These ****** Fans review your very Young
Then, as Coach or Commenter state, consist
What Fetus or Form your Body has sung
Strike, if so given Bags or Condiments
Ready to face that Sly Monster called Heat
Outsized your Height; Thus with Impediments
Forced Tender Blessings to High Noses repeat
Which, after all, placed your slice of the blame
Though Infection be the source to consume
If Consumption be Truth, then swallow the Name
For yours and their Eyes bid Lust to subsume.
If we view again, let our Conscience bear
What Red Eyes we style; What Cold Lips we wear.

Why, Herb-Filled Friend, shall I startle your Seal
On such Best Post for your Activity?
You, one so far, offered your Selfless Deal
If only Cloned admit your Destiny
That indeed Best - YOU - of your Words enflesh
Your Inner Owl which Riper Counsel take
Across me - WILD - of Rowdiness enmesh
Mirror their Image your Alliance spake
No other Discourse would Translation find
For the One closest to your Sweeter Bond
If ticketed your Admission remind
How with Silent Pills they grew you so Fond.
You deserve such Heart Pure as your bag's sling
Live that Moment's Shot; And such Smile you sing.

Friend. If your Decision be warranted
After few Transactions you took the Reciept
After all, no Deposit I expected
Whose Link your Strength has caused you to forfeit
I am Loyal still; Even without Proof
Since Hidden Examples work just as well
This Edge, or whatever Convict you took
Will just Withdraw by the Sound of a Bell
Must Persons connect for Friendship to grow
Given that Pasted Notes no longer Write
This I deeply Respect; And you should Know
Never was my Intention to Incite.
Take care now. Ever Grateful to conclude
Your Silent Happiness and Fortitude.

This Skeleton knived me a Painful Score
Yet poked my Penances cry out deny
Longing to tape those Cankered Wounds formore
In Prayer breathe out another Saint's sigh
My Founding Friends, heirs to my Salvation
One whose Resources I facelessly extract
The Other - blend Virtue - shook Obsession
Wasted my Traits from Loyalty and Tact
So then, wailing softly, my Bleeding Throat
Ask your Lord's Mercy to concile me then
As a Year and a Bone suffice your Gloat
And demote me less than those Honoured Men.
There is one Birth hence; And a Rebirth haste
To Breathe once more; And leave my Shell to paste.

Tethered Trademark, bequeath your Solicitor
On his Casual Space your Contract allow
That a Touch of Light, an Addict's Stalker
Twice-tight the Wrench his Trend will dis-embow
For concrete his Plans to level the Stars
And make Gold-Glittered Sailorettes his Friends
Must you Interfere with Shoe-Fingered Bars
How he must Manage and make good Amends
Pray, for your Profit's Insure, spare his Life
To the Innocent Lad his Limbs were meant
Though aware - his Monthly Duties - in strife,
Paid his Timed Dues with your Pocket's consent.
Now kindly in Respect, bid his own Break
To tie his own Shoes, for the Riper's sake.

Bless you dear Baby, the Immaculate
Whose Aid feel your Love with his hands redeem
In Hour's Promotion confound the Speculate
Reveal your locked Chamber-of-Hearts un-seen
So it is, Young One, feed his Compassion
And shred that Deadly Tabloid we all know
That, of ****** Faith, his Good Lad mention
The Living Savio which always must Glow
Whatever which Pin, must never un-dress
Because of these Prayers your Smile embed
He'll gladly absorb; Spare Additives less
Only until her Pudge was merrily fed.
Once back in Mum's arms, all Stains erased since
And all he's about: The Best Living Prince.

Darling Masseuse, skim his Hard Earth be Soft
By your next Session his Element revive
His own make Worth; Thrice-Sterlings spent a-loft
And soothe his Shaking Mind with your Devise
Many would Envy; So thank your Warden
A once and only Event made, perhaps
Press your Therapy; Enrich his Garden,
Your Best Performance whilst under the Wraps:
(M....M....M....M....M....M...M...M...M...M....)
(........­.........................................................!)
(N...­.N....N....N....N....N....N....N....N....N....)
(................­................................................!!)
At last, refreshed! His Male rejuvenate
Then left his Fine Tip; A Lip for rebate.

Wait. Rival Artist. Now trample this Bard
By Stark Millions impossible are none
To tame my Robin's appetite too hard
Which qualifies to Tradition by some
Yes. You Win. So by their Government's scope
Tickle these Factions for Point-Views divide
With Some for Oft; Yet with Others for Hope
And heal their Stumbling Prayers coincide
It seems your Silence wide for Interpret
Be it Vine or Sickle you beg to offer
Or Praise in Disguise; Beguile my Tourniquet
Pollute the Right Hand then infect another.
If you want him. Take him. My Charity be
To stall the Viking and the Saint bereave.

There is more to that Noble Glass, my Son
More than which your given Condiments look
To comb your Grass; Handsome as it becomes
Breathes Great Sentiment for such Verse it took
And make it so, beyond your harlemed day
As Choco-Milked Skin indeed a Good Thing
Just sprinkle yourself in your own Cool Way
Then you will notice how loud be your Grin
That indeed, a Smile: An Act which quells Wars
Which many Heroes soon reward for you;
Extend your Spirit which will soak the Stars
Who'll sing for your Confidence good and true.
Not just Parents Proud, but your Friends as well
Pray for many Girls your Young Earth will sell.

That which a Leaf, or a Despondent Rat
Assign either their Density approve
Sells me to pick the Sensible there-at
And shrug my Errors by Trial conclude
Again-and-again, un-bolt such License
Ask which Tail the Donkey's Contest revise
Though tripped in my pawned recorder for sense
Will cause the Programmer to advertise
If at all, at least, make Peace with your Lot
Deny such Reality with a Coin
And place your Savings more Worthy forgot
And leave your Animals struggle your Point.
Useless then, which Being merits the Scale
If your Weight pre-noted and Charms avail.

Think, Still Uncle, your Professor's Stone served
Apart which the Heart becheckers the Mind
Bid Desperation; Turns Milk into Curd
And churn the Cereal I must leave behind
Really now? Must I consume your Day's taste
And bake my Passion for Elder's submit
Traipsed by your Lamb; Yet the Owl saturate
Perching its claws by your shoulder remit
Thus, an Eighteen's Bag I wear. Twice reveal
Four Generations of the Same Old Rhyme
Which an added Three confirms what I feel
Thus winning the Contest of your Design.
Feel, Smoked Poet. To digest what he speaks
From Puritan despite; Great Sense he reeks.

This Time. Now. Where the Monuments will speak
The Prince of the North cheers the Dame on her Guild
That at last would their worth-bound Souls will keep
Fifty-Starred Trials wipe this Cankerous Field
Happy beseech, clime this Eloquent News
Her Skill with Striped Sorority will merge
Towards append - prim Victory ensue
Then their braised party for Red Cups will splurge
For now. The Board. Make focus on her Craft
Point the Latin Consulate with reprieve
Evermore. Support. Bless this penchant Draft
Pawn bets by Prayers; As what you believe.
So the Dove perches. Its beak drops a Pence
Which slots your Alarm; Then improves you hence.

Agreed with the Fact yet set to annoy
Which the Divers-of-Cathay had to Boast
And parallel his habits mark your ploy
Knowing well it has never been your Toast
So we shield the Mum; And back her Reason
Blessed be her Task for Correctness wont
Of twine Cultures each worn to their Season
With each their own Technique to Fame become
That this Plait your own; And stunned to amend
Insured of the Prime and Perfect Design
For Videos and Lights, void such Practice spend
Eager to promote the Youth which is thine.
That Youth the very Fragile Vase and Form
Sense these Vibrations then summon the Storm.

Often by Stop-Signs are our Programs fed
And now this News which caused our Hearts to Break
To chase the Deer aware of your Event
Up-Turn the based Barge; And shattered your sake
With that we loyal Cousins our arms Up-Lift
Plead with His Providence we call the Lord
Whose Throne seeds Evidence by Mercy's Gift
Ask, then beseech His Divine Healing Word
In the meantime, Faith we subscribe and wait
At least gladdened maintain your lively Chi
Which soon, the Eightie's Tribe secures your fate
And restore the Cat-Loved Actor that be.
We'll sit by the bench. And allow your rest
By the next Tinsel's Month return at your Best.

The Golden Boy on the Tube, from his dolt
Spiked his Presentation in fervent bear
Meaning well, his bold and corned Mouth would bolt
Approximate garments his Tongue did wear
Knowing this, only his choicest words decide
Cautious enough to maintain your Good Grade
Like this Poet - less Skeletons to hide
Yet eager to brush his lively Cats fade
Feign him then. If he capsulates the False
Though firm in my own review I could doubt
Spring mountains, stones...Much anything at all
Reap his Harvest made humbled as about.
Tell him then. His ears should coral up-front
To sip your Tears; His Feathered Friendship wont.

Certain with doubt for this Literature wound
To caress the Ox his Support provide
Then mark your Jack place his Proud Pole in boon
Strike exactly that very Theme confide
And so why frown the Porter by his Pen
When even he of Liberty takes Control
For all Benefits - yours and theirs till then
Live flowingly your Even Life install
You deserve this. Since seven counts twice six
All which Words its Heartened Senses will give
Many dissect; According to their Fix
Yet in Common apply for how they Live.
All that Matters, is that you are Aware
Which Side is which; And which Angle you care.

Suave, Brave Knight! Lad's Sun lifted from the Kings
Fast-prone be-take adjust to your Bold's End
Or Barker, at least which your Macho sings
Tug-post the Ladies grieve their Virtues spend
Shall I sift your Flour? Else compile your own
Fold and Stir beneath such Dough's Lot about
Or whistle the Dogs; Howl their Silence blown
Feed-off the Bones which cannot live without
Yet somehow, still, restrict Themes to discuss
Purse through Wares involved then reveal his ***
Might as well, be Everyone's Chains concussed
Absorb his Wrongs; Then divert his own Hex.
Makes un-sense, doesn't it? Such as your mind
The Swan's Install; Of Verbs perverted find.

Somber at ease flip these Nasty Bumps
Pock your attempt to the Artist's Sphere invade
Enriched you are; Would circle-fold your lumps
Ask for abstinence and friendships evade
Power to you, transpose another Elf
Make renaissance to your just-hidden craft
Which mentioned, at three-digits-four by self
Enhance her Feelings more suited to draft
Spice, the Lady's palette. Just like the Man
Exploit his gutted weakness satisfy
You know your parts; Lay ingredients you can
More of your Flair and less of salsify.
To know one's Zest, the Taster Bud's enrump
An Open Womb; Or bid each other up.

Seven Scythed Fathers split this Growing Bond
Yet befriended by Common Dives respect
For Growth the Appled Fortunates abscond
And reap your Good Harvest in circumspect
Such Loyalty though Honest in its brew
Hoping for his time may notice and drink
I in my Honour base mixtures in stew
Never up-polled to what he may re-think
Bless, specially, the Welsh in Cat's Charm
And slap my Donkey to walk-up and run
I found the Barter; Whose tweet's harness farm
Smiles of the Tanner and revive his fun.
Although, it would be nice to just confess
And sharpen your Profile to know at best.