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.

These Olive Gifts the Mediterranean wears
Were far too Tasty for my Tongue to relate
Yet seeing this Meat sliced and spiced with your Cares
Parted portions for your Other Half belate
Which, by Witness, caused my Self-Buds to droop
Then plan for my own Taste beyond the Screen
But how? Folly, these Ambitions I stoop
Which my Long-Nosed Puppet withdrew the Mean
Though, since this Built blubs my Appetite's norm
Of ****** Impediments your Remark states right
Consumes Activity; As I signed the Form
And Smooth my Prince's Glass for your Delight.
Still you saw - my hands grip this stubborn Steel
Yet formed these Sinews my Ferment Mind feel.

"Dive it like Daley!" So the New Slogan says
Apart from those Spots our Humble begs store
Which the Sea-Monkey shrieks; Yet grew-up instead
And stripped the saviour ready for a Scourge
So it Happens. Now. This Charming Event
Will hasten your Assets to these Stripes excite
Who, by Fanfare, would exploit your Consent
And ply Definition your Body incite
Unless, if Eared, like the Senior Mundial
Whose Seasoned Soles kept the Ground with his Wife
Such Concept is Flesh; If well-read withal
Know which Fermented Tombs threaten your Life.
If that Portal you choose, and chose convict
Leave the Flag un-furled; With your Brow restrict.

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.

To keep your Kind, then lock Species a-way
Merely since they Write on Coloured Paper
Then shift most Notes for some Music display
Only to read Blank Pages un-bother
How Sad then, this Plym's Dark Philosophy
Which due Concealed un-willing to Espouse
For this Letter's Event break such Foundry
And Seven Year's Culture wasted in-House
Prevent to occur such Low-Headed Deed
If encourage these Locked Minds educate
Other Gifts abroad; Sans Intent proceed
And Embrace as part of your Growing Rebate.
Such is Tolerance. With both Hands laid bare
With no Daggers cut; In case you lose Care.

Of Teens, then Twenties, then Thirties galore
All breed Divine your Best Manlihood's spent
So in spare the Words; Waste Language for more
Spawn Fourty Tempters your Hormones relent
And who is to Blame given such Stage we Live
Even though imply some Old Crone's Counsel
Were your Stones by the Road; Much your Peers sieve
These Drunken Records pinch by the Handle
Your Smile caused the Crime. That which we Remind
Where Better Models make such Style unique
Yet - not Enough. Be that Mum's Genes in Kind
Assures your Mark which the World dares to Speak.
Tell me again. Why the Added Arms you Knead
Though Bread bakes its own more Sugar you plead?

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.

A closer peek, whilst you dip for a change
Saw her Creeping Eye hunt and strip for yours
That her Morsels be a Morrow's Good Range
And Nike erupt lay her Hand once more
So surpassed was for this Triumph enough
Placed Corks on your Darling Secret indeed
To Sheath her Blade; As Sharp as it was Tough
Print her Mare's Great Passion on your own Steed
And now the Beard. A Mark of your Decide
Rely her Purpose of her Heart in-place
As the Rouse takes shape and Vogue seeps inside
Happy be her Lips inch closer to your Face.
Predictable. As your Plans to delay
Browse your Swollen Medal to the Bulging Fray.

Why these Roses Pink root Sentiments late
Though Easy Hours take Charity perform
Somber Labours do Extract my Blown State
Yet forged Remembrance to Greet your Fine Norm
That you should Teach - or Teach by apt Mature
Merrily remembered your Candle's Lot
Your Cousin Singer - chant Serenades pure
Through Shrunken Schedules he nearly forgot
Still Efficiency be the Cause of Time
In Wisdom be such Tangle's worthy spent
That of the Owl - consume the Mouse in thine
Though fill Selfish Profits to their Relent.
For now this Focus be: Be Blessed your Day
And Frolicking Thorns best be on its way.

Loony-Toothed Blogger, your Trussled Pen spite
Save to spike such Heart plombed by Heresy
That Heresy be Truth pin proves Delight
Come Trenching Escapades grip his Fantasy
Though permit his Trade be for Answers meet
And fill Sore Minds his Clients satisfy
Preach Hearts for Profits; His Code on the Street
Would squeeze such Scandal from his Salsify
Be there Room then for your ardent Refuge
For you as one seeks his Innards to Change
For Betterment's House shut Public's Confuse
And let your Person enjoy his own Range.
His Arrows be his choose his Portents bend
Though Blame blunt his Skies by Penance amend.

Brandy *** Pig, Slough Companion you'll make
To prize your Aura for his Demands cope
Though Breathe you not; Life does succumb your Shape
Still ignite his Prayers for some Soft Hope
With such Stale Breath his Mind condones still
His Method-of-Tribbles well he can bundle
Such Pampered Master does rub your fur until
The Silver-Saned Eye calls for his Handle
And like his Child the Monkey witnessed made
Hung by his Closet for his Devotions barred
To lift your snout and wiggle his Escapade
Realise his Youth just Subscribed too Hard.
Perhaps your Counsel, plaster Fines therein
Need no Forced Receipts; Or Boosters wherein.

With her by your side, and yours by her brow
A Summer's Day Film we can both agree
Though this I lack; Be un-promised for now
My Wing-Fingered Life sheds yours to be Free
So by this Hour the Sun-God installs
And flips his Countenance with that of Yule
So now it's the Season; And crispy leaves fall
Remind her of Age and Faces a-new
Now. She is yours. Dig deeply onto her
Leave no Restraints. Absorb her Essense bloom
For shrill delight your Tan-Shine's price confer
And Angel the New Name makes for New Room.
Such Picnic, then, was worth your scented fun
Cross her Lips with yours; And ignite the Sun.

By whom, strike Courage, does infect the Louse
Whose ominous Trails let ****** Thoughts to bleed
Then the Female - whose Nickels cost the House
Let wounding Heresy spore Thumbs to speed
Maybe my words be Words permit bequeath
Append your Permission my Heart pretends
Else voice this Rebel; Be Rebel's own beneath
Harm my Efficancy will purse Contends
Though pause the Bitter Pill invite to swallow
Only through your Certificate spot this Call
Yet by Wisdom-Tooth's share spare this Sparrow
Knowing, by Mammon, Like-Hands do appall.
So her Perfume - inspire for your Date
Absorb her Womb's Treasures though none too late.

But life is just a fancy phase
A seed that's from the start is sown.
A life that every one can own
A part that every one must face.

Its' ups and downs is but a way,
Of telling you what world you make
If it was true or was it fake,
It makes your destiny that you sway.

For life is but an irony
It teaches you what's in your past.
For you can learn or you can just
Ignore it from all your memory.

Yet life is just a passing dream,
But somehow it will end and soon
Its' end could always be a boon
Or it could only be a scheme.

And yet as death do so enfold
Relief does come as it occurs.
For in the end it just incurs
To be of fame or just untold.

Yet death is just a simple thief
That lurks behind in every life,
And strikes unknowest in its strife
No matter what was your belief.

So now I wish this life to mend
Thus I could rest and be so blessed.
To stop a life I have possessed
And so at last this life would end.

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.....?

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.

Re-Stock these Sausages as she suggests
Thinking these satisfy your Energy Meal
Yet your Counter - ensure your Dive corrects
Was to bid Tension for skin's water heal
Not that I expect you to boil an egg
And serve with fromage to taste her Impress
Bubbly-Cropped you are; This Clock takes to beg
Early for the Finals on your Express
That, sensing why we even entertain
Confounded queries foreign to your Taste
Yet, seeing her eyes, intact they remain
Allowed this Poll to interpret in haste.
And the Result - a Cheer heavily defined
Though hollow in sense; Which you wouldn't mind.

The Random Woman, your Holiday's young
Bid her Watch at this timed Cuddle promote
Knowing you, our Pride of the Flag has sung
By her Grin foretell such Hero connote
And what did you do? With a Hero's Lump,
Tongued her Gestures lame and tagged it Humble
If, by right your Mimosa's space debunk
Turned the Dollie's plans to Knit you, stumble
She was just being Nice. With you bestowed
The Banner of her Country's Hope agree
Which, at least a pawn, a Rose-Bud you owe
To subtract her Friendly Grudge and be free.
She means you well. Shows her flip of her hat
A Model. Period. And be where it's at.

Should we ***** those Skies to settle the Cream
And infuse Wicked Rhythms to your Fruit
Flowers of such Scents do pose by the Ream
And Mark this Herald-of-Excellence by June
Benign such Time - the Time of Merry-Month
Where Splashy Bonds condensate into Friends
A Dab on his Nose - Smiles bloom to the South
Apart from his Fly such Model amends
But to you dear Promise Rain your Career
Relieve Printed Points from Tweets inspire
Where Prime Sports Pop merge Belief in arrear
And place his Breath to your Mouth respire.
Oh, those Songs! How merry Sentiments sing
Naught, naught yet besought; Those Empowerments bring.

Look at me. Now look at your Love's Best Face
Between us both should un-bridge this Compare
How Worldwide Souls plead with your own Fast Grace
And her patient Prayers ask for you there
Now since you Learned her Independence that
Soon her Arm's Reach will promote to a Palm
As many Groupies do hassle her at
When Sammie and Jackie re-unite upon
So in this Contrast - where does my Role shift
Far from Connection in so much a Pearl
A Thorn, at that! ***** this Bleeding Thumb lift
Which by the Scythe cut the Phantom and furl.
Even though these Issues may Lock and Wane
Three Years hence, these Tears relieve my Insane.

Choose! For the Nymph's Androgynous Sake, choose!
Stubble your Scent once this Customised Path
And not from which we prefer to disprove
Which only conceals your justified Wrath
For Harmony - the Toll which Fame does pay
Eats you Alive; And Life indebts your Due
Of we but Spleened Mortals know no other way
But build whatever Blocks we have of you
Smart-Tombed, then, your vast Executive's Plot
Eager for your Rebels assassinate
Even with Healing Truths they ply a-lot
Once lock-bites apply, it will be too late.
Or perhaps alone, your Conscience ignore
These Girls cry your Tissues; And nothing more.

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.

Upon this Night hence I haggled the Thief
And pruned the Sky for a Tastier Deal
To which these Replies flow Raindrops so brief
Then page Illusions their Moments be Real
Perhaps. At the Moon press Answers divine
Then cause the Lunatic to preach his own Code
Till when Love's Taste turns Sour as thine
And Sweetness coats such Fine Sugar absorb
Perhaps. To the Sun do Increments form
When no other Value would hasten the Taste
Allow Baser Voices secure the Norm
The sacrifice your Core all into Waste.
These Motions end. A Lemon all I could give
For your Seed's Joy; Which for her you shall Live.

Either your Phrase, your Cause, your Sensation
Blind or Reveal your Inner Tendons prove
Which we, of Loyal Customers mention
To purchase more of this Shop-Lifted Good
It's never wrong to Share such Blessings once
Or pray a Novena to concilliate
Or - ask the Pope's Palm for amusement - bounce,
An expected Fantasy anticipate
From whose Permission, then, shall we beseech
To beg your Insights in deep, due respect
Or, by a Tooth-brush are we out-of-reach
Would then bolt your Castle by circumspect.
You are still a Knight. Half-Armoured at that
That part which still bares - embalm with a mat.

Some prostrate your Temple; Others your Fame
Yet where of the Rest price the Value of You?
Which Rare Squirrels pouch those Walnuts by Name
And cheer Percentage high by what you Do
Only if this Truth - as Truth must become
Allow this Crazy Cherry to numb your Sweet
Then arrange your Means whether Sensed or Numb
Yet pocked by such Stars a Challenge to Meet
These the two Polar Girls bared. If for self
Breathe Old Life as Fresher Documents made
To pursue your Dive as a Soldier's bereft
And leave your Scent endure Falsehoods be Brave.
As for this Bard - Repeat his Words be True
Yet still your Accept will be up to you.

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.

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.

A nip on your eye, then ******* nick
Says a lot on how your Blessings should pass
Your Bang on the Ox; His White Teeth re-miss
Says a lot how your Neighbours listen at last
This such Budding Talent beyond Sweets expect
Must Carry-On still yet keep Handles clean
For if Ages hence would Decay this Respect
Will cast another Corpse to this Somber Mean
Never must such Happen on your Notes occur
Regardless on how Pop-Start Trends relate
Expression be blown; Of Holy Pens stir
Then strike Better Notes for a Better State.
This I Revere; And follow Friend's accept
To Magnify your Heart; Then spice such Precept.

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.

So, in this Chamber your home's heart extend,
Jolly good cheer for somersaults be used
Just this with Wonder our muscles amend
Or your Brothers phased? Be that be confused
To proffer those Jumps for foamed shapes confined
Still an elegant chance appreciate -
Still your earned rest for Practice defined -
Six-packs which hungry dames will confiscate
Is it? Through cyclopes his Glass-Eye at-risk
Confirm the Location we comprehend
Else somber effect her rose-cheeks will frisk
Whose best Savings such withdrawals will spend.
Ply this First Park; And this invited Torque
Expect these burnt allies; And shrink your pork.

For whose License must your Coppered Mouth sing
Which the Lamb and the Owl compose for you
This - define such Friend - thumb your nickered strings,
Then delve Innocence perform those Tidbits true
Perhaps my Finger - or Eye then about
Point to where your Righteous Heart should belong
As you praise your Job; Past Excellence stout
Play your Hidden Muse in search for a Song
Which Customers, their likely Music spell
Helled or Heavened Clefs you both pacify
That this Foundry should acclaim Managers well
As their War-Torn Throats win your satisfy.
Still it was just a Day; As such Day did pass
Back to your Reward; And Reward it was.

How Serious should be for this Wonder at
That very same Point locked kisses to the Wall
Whilst these Incarnations modelled Months that
Must never Surprise your Mum's Eye to befall
Why bother? If with Pheromones invite
White Hags and Chicken-Hawks apart from Dames
Should you most Expect to be Drawn in-spite
Your Needed Economy must Split these Pains
Fair you'll accept then our own Business be
Then Hammer these Virtues misinterpret
To ******* bleed as Dodgy Stones flee
Even by Distance un-mind to beget.
Just my Point. To which all such Points deranged
Your Judgment approved; And Verdicts arraigned.

At least in Kind your Warming Smile resign
Whilst holding your Excellent Pig unique
Though some in sense note One's Finger design
Cause such subtle but dastardly Technique
And Rage you caused; Though the Baby's Tears buy
Breach whatever Spending Frame you present
That Image - think of Valhalla's Dames sigh
Let much of your ******* to grin your Assent
And knowing indeed how Innocence bears
Which by your Labours allowed in your Growth
Raise with Prudence; Then quench your Partner's Fears
To let Vestal Virgins sleep on your Worth.
It would have been Brilliant your Foul Stokes indeed
Than wear Cankered Masks to infect your Seed.

I search for this Enheartened Solution
One with less Impediments to subscribe
Whilst Others dance for their Revolution
And Doctors inject what should not perscribe
Now what about you? Which Coin should you place
Regardless which either Side they could see
Whereas sustain a Grimlock on your face
Or that Truest Sentient you could be
Whichever way, Human you must advise
Though lately in Observation become
Though destined to be Pop's Devious Device
My Flaming Notes through Pillowed Service, come.
I told you then, if my Bull-Horns resent
Find another whose Hypocrisy meant.

Like Authorisations on a client's card
So would fall-off in days spare this Complaint
And force my Red Ghost to ripen that hard
And let Destitute be that of a Saint
And Act needed must. To cleanse this Theatre be
So would allow Fresher Faces perform
Then yours a greater Sprint spectators see
Your Decision the Rainbow must conform
Thus should Sunny Deeds flick their Noses fly
Else *** your Healing Scent to Interpret
When most of Earth's Fortunes mammer there-by
Once more squeeze Cackles from a tourniquet.
All of these Known; And all as just Aware
Stilt your Fine Goals; From whose Mercy bleeds there.

Of your Raw Fingers pressed to Overstand
Think at your Age has begged to Mis-Inform
With Hardened Teachings your Friend does Withstand
Placed your Notice at my Encore deform
Yet well-earned raised as your Craft will Improve
The Water Sport's Bend should dip you to play
These Pillars humaned and humming for Truth
Let Reason ripen and urge you to stay
Alas! Un-So. For your Energies give
More Coloured Matters which Rumours were based
To rather seek such Saner Friends live
Than brush with Dodgy Sages for Today.
As your Departure, ***** this Open Palm
Tempt me to Rage; But for Righteous stay Calm.

Under most Circumstances keep Offense
Fearful which Foreign Voices tend to Betray
Whichever Dame or Diver licks your Defense
There your Potent Training roots them at-bay
Perhaps your Person, skinned yet strawed by Choice
Placed chosen Parapets enter the Few
And where my Rawlish Spirit blows out a Voice
The Wax does cop; Or Heaters blend a Stew
To Rally then, a Sickness born indeed
Makes Brisk Conversions programmed to Despair
Yet allow your Vices for Virtues to Bleed
Risks the Common Hand - the Headmaster's there.
To place one's Treasury far from your own
Betrays the Heart's Consent and my Cover blown.

Yes. He is Right. The ****** of the Foot
To clear your Cache from Un-Licensed Folly
For Season's Head be his; Though top his Cute
Keeps his Shirt within his Testimony
And why so, we ask? Though Shine's Tempting Phase
Smiles her Invitation for your Accord
Considering - your Ripened Fruit will taste
Sweetness from the Flesh; Sour from the Word
Yet till when must these Base Tenses beware
Task our Wild Syllables from Preconcept
If with Fingers shutter those who would dare
To **** your Virtue with such Misconcept.
Power to the Ball. The Kingdom God's Sport
As most Dippers fare a better Consort.

Lovely Sweet Caroline. In your Best Beige
Harness the Enduring Secret we should Know
Of your Fortitude cross-tied with his Gauge
Allowed most his Fancies to seep and grow
A-like, then, your Signed Lady become
Must by his Ring he forged to Interpret
Or forbid Translate; As Un-Bolted Doors some
Do keep the Honour of his Safe Concept
I bind this Ruse - thinking his Business owned
As far my Watcher's Eye opens to Threat
Would crumple Hearts en masse; Thus Speech be downed
And induce Promotion his Crumbs to forget.
Then let such Sizzling Smiles breed with you Two
Once all Storms subside and Red Skies turn Blue.

By the Five-Ringed Gods of Adrenaline
Pour the Plasma's place for Victory's Fair
Of most Sacred Masters peered and pristine
Prim Art above Profits; Yet still Aware
That the Spirit - recorded by the Muse,
Took her Efficiency a Best Blown Ride
To see each Win; Yet Bloated Heads subdue
To preach Sane Messages others will Find
Not yet Delayed - still - keep the Feathers strong,
Your Trademarked Swan times Frequency beloved
If still - Nineteen - left the ******* Pig's Throng
And your Path-of-the-Prince takes Currency.
For I, Spells and Chants soak Growth in my Age
Read my Almonds be: The Path-of-the-Sage.

T'was somber and frisk to see you forchance
Add this Project your circled Pride in-store
Thus the Nationed Lion clawed for this Dance
For Show apt; Bid his Banded Mane does Roar
Yet despite his Den which houses my Nerves
Still I invest this foremost Confidence
That you would, by Diana's Cleft which serves
Ignite your Friends' Colours and Difference
That, by Tibb's Take, for further Applause heal,
Tip our Inner Profits beyond your Skin
And see their Characters of Gold reveal
Which by Promotion should always have been.
Dance, you Guys, and keep to the Startling Beat
With Diver's Tags owned; And Perfection meet.

Only in Time mattered this Scroll shall Close
And finally Dot this Sought-Painful Book
On your Decide where your Heart will Emboss
That One Final Joy who'll Smoothen your Look
And by Golly how such Happiness fulfill
Clasping your hand under that Sanctified Dress
Then ****** those Groupies oft on their Will
Pray this Soft Tragedy in their Digress
So then - Creed or Race - Influence your Choice
For Mum and two happy Brothers expect
To carry their Blood; Which Blood be their Voice
To succumb Tradition by Circumspect.
Fourteen-Lined Girls cry; Yet cry in Best Cheer
Knowing such News be your Craving to hear.

The Sexton returns. And in his own Heart
Saw the Ivory-Cloth left at the Tomb -
That same Fabric where his Memories part
By Un-Conditioned Labours bled by Earth's Womb
Thus asked himself: "How this Ferrimost Man
Caused a Nation's Pride by Honour devote
One Deed foreign; By the Journalist's Hand
Of Teary Stripes make a Good Man denote!"
Then. They came. One Rose and Three Soldiers bleed
Caused by their Instincts to recall their Lord
That feign Regrets by their Last Hour's Need
Refresh another Year infused by his Word.
The Sexton withdraws. And resumes his Path
To Live his own Moments on their behalf.

Strive to Listen. Thus convert what we hear
If Articles alone were your Sharp Cause
Even I, sore as a Horner's Thumb fear
What sordid News would take my Heart to pause
May be just as well; Though tempted to peek
Ask my Frivolities from your State feed
Such Real Illusion; Of Poisoned Scents reek
Take your Summed Profile more than I would need
And as I have told - at least by Bob's Bay
Ask once more the Whitened Baby preserve
For his Dark Water; Un-Succumb the Day
And wipe his Flannel he so much deserve.
Such is Behaviour. Balanced by Degree
The same which I bind the Demon in me.

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.

Chant, Endearing Country of Thrice-Crosses bloom
On how my Spoiled Parts left these Twin Bards late
All for Gruning Passions permit my Gloom
Admit to reach that Heart be my Un-State
If I had Listened to those Songs you Sung
On how Wide and Featured your Blessed Land was
Would I widen my Tunes; As my Frogs have Wrung
Wring Saner Decibels my Swallows cast
And now, this Lone. Cry my Muses a-bate
To lay their Hands bare for another chance
Will I too strip my Voice for Honour's Rebate
And press my Devotions for Success advance.
Now this Cream - a Balm's heal for Song's delight
Play the River-End; For Great Cheers incite.

Harmony invest this Heart-Thrown Device
And pull this Lever for your Notes enthrill
Turn Lutes into Clefs; With Lyrics advise
To melt that Stone which I'm hoping to fill
And fill with what? That my Shadows you hate
Either due to Skin or Past Demeanour
Spirits or Saints, whether regret this Spate
Or sour those Beads my Hymns endeavour
If by the Leech my Swell Petitions plead
And for once cast out my Determinant
Who, of all do their Valiant Soldiers lead
And left for me this Medalled Adjutant.
I took Reservations once. And it kills
Leaving room for Peace; Yet infest my Skills.

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.

Oh that your Tasty Dough many Girls mix
Try out your Sanity much more to Please
Wherein what Sage could ever try to fix
Or heal your Fortitude ever increase?
Eager still, your Soldier's Recipe learn
Courteous Ingredients with soft Firmness knead
Still too large to swallow; So then they churn
And break each Piece mould to a Fitting Bead
That's Life, is it not? Or at least I thought
Long subscribed to that eminent Depress
Then - by Convex - as my Mirror had taught
Four Noble Maidens deflate my Eye less:
Spirit. Family. Sentients. Then me
Which his Last Bite I would give out for Free.

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.