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Convictions, Dialects and Separations

Communications of the Soul

Andrew Tyson

Copyright © 2011 by Andrew Tyson.

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Contents

Inevitable Being

Virtues and Reasoning behind My Thoughts

Welcome Home

Alive

More Insight

Creation Rebirth

The Self

Love

Individual

Position

Tomorrow

You God Can Fly

Immortality

The Fire Instant Began a Long Time Ago

Paradise Switch

Is It All Just a Dream?

White Good-bye

Rubbing Palms Together

To Climb over Mountains and Bury beneath

From Clay and Stone Wake Up Giant

Fingers Thread Our Intuitive Potential to Be

Daylight Versus Darkness

– A Message to Myself

Machines of Confusion

Dear Paradise

Mother Earth, Father Sky Carefully Experiment

It Hurts to Think

Sincerely, the Moon

Sentimental Is

Closure Needs

The Thought Is Contagious

Nature’s Purpose

Subconscious to Unconscious

Fictional Characters Good and Bad

A Place Where Everyone Is Dead

There Likes to Be One with Another

Message Unclear

Everything at Once

Perfect Image Diagnostic Test Complete

Science of “Best”

We Are Immortally Wrong

Dedication

I dedicate this book to everyone that lives between life and death.

I to recognize my past loved ones: Heather Sadler, Mark Hopson, Dustin Mahoney, Allen Hall, John Foster Sr., Betty Miles, Kathryn Dillon, and Betty Headrick.

We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

INEVITABLE BEING

Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

– Jesus

EVOLUTION INTO THE future of counterintelligence agencies around the world have formed together. The year is 2088, and out of the ashes of the sins of planet Earth, a new era dawned around 2050, bringing post-modernized democracy into a hysterical oblivion of defeat. The television actually began to live on its own, feeding off the hearts and minds of the individual soul. Electrically, money had overtaken the brains and flesh of the gods.

And thus, so it happened. During the downfall of technology and sound attachment, the detachment of a new molecular worm underground had sprung up in the wrath of bloodshed seeping through the death in the ground covered with black oil. The metallic taste of afterlife was not sweet, for the charged gods and deities began to strike back in high demand for retaliation of epic proportions.

To understand and fully grasp the setting to this horrible scene, the worlds of day and night have to be taken away entirely. At the point of the rising of the foul stench and plague of death, the worm came from the sinkholes in the middle of a small Guatemalan city. As soon as I saw the opening, I knew hell on Earth was going to be released, shedding the ashes of human skin. Memory is a hard thing to come by these days because the worm sucked the life out of the most surreal

people and living dangers of the world.

The hearth of faith and covenantal oath has been destroyed as the ground seeps and drips away decaying matter eroded more than what the mind could through the evolution of man’s mind. Men and women found themselves holding their babies, wishing for hope for anything to come to their need and save them from the retching horrors of dream controllers. What happens when the good no longer won and pure evil was set free onto this planet to return to a breathing host, the mirror of reflections had ed down shadows, now to only hesitate at the real demand for life around here?

It is only the voices of dummies that cause the self to think back from the inner darkness. At one point, when the whole world had been put under a sleep hypnosis spell, like a cereal spell or a conundrum effect on the brain. Doctors only fed the beast and the power for the government bodies to try to take control as life began to shorten, and everything they knew the day before was over. Waking up from a robotic cocooning slumber of gigantic proportions, the slithering beast uncoiled its trail. It wasn’t the first to come like Tremors the movie, we all or Beetlejuice, the age-old sage of life after death.

Magnetisms across the world began to synchronize with the air and breeze as the seasons began to level out everything in the world on a daily sacrifice. Whatever it took to withstand the serpent in the darkness of those past souls, the world may never know, but as of now, this message is coming in from a far-off distance in attempts to deliver a successful remedy for the contraption that has been feeding on the essence of a human life for centuries. And they thought legalizing marijuana would gain the human element through the right to smoke what he wants. That was more than thirty years ago, and not a day goes by when I think about all the signs people couldn’t see.

At one point, the prize of a human soul was $3.89. The prize of summoning dead relatives for guidance had gone up ever since the collapse of the White House.

Lord knows that the bodies underneath the shadows of the building lay their faces on the surface of all the dust that has collected in the buildings. The main stench and aroma of emotional gravitation of fear and dream controlling supremacy led me. The games changed when the dream interrupter started taking control in order to better his own agenda instead of money, power, fame, success, and glamour.

Looking back now on what happened really in the year 2055, three giant entities sprang up inside of the clouds, calling themselves the Holy Trinity. The three graces of heaven were trying to forbid the forthcoming of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit all rolled into one being. The mountains did rain floodwaters of information pouring out like fountains from the ground, but the price to pay for unlimited free will. A shadowing powerful tone of voice whispered and slithered underneath the surface, begging for bottom feeder and internal bleeders.

If crabs from the other side could have saved anything from happening with demonic pirates spawning throughout generations, the real alien could never be released. As a matter of fact, when the second coming came, he began to mention a few things that could have interrupted the scene and perfect setting that the world yearned for.

No! This is not pretty. The morbid virtuous revolver of a gun curves into outer space, echoing the disdain pop of redemption through blood spill. With so many wars fought throughout the world, the only surviving place after the floods were the Himalayans, which were now green because of the ocean rising, producing more sunlight reflection on the surface of the moon. When the moon was out of touch with the master dreamer and master controller that was the second nature of turning switches on and turning them off, electricity began to flow through his blood, and the giant worm that seeped from the ground that day was him.

Pouring through the melting pot of the abyss and cruel world, the eggs had long

been harvesting beneath the well water of a small city in Guatemala. Once sunlight hit the surface lining of the giant thin layer of salamanderlike substance, fat and bulbous blubber slipped off its back onto the ocean sand. Nobody in the world expected a worm to be the center of the universe.

The sad part of it all started as the thing began to slide up from the ground longer and longer it drew up like if the Earth was an apple and the worm of the alphabet, its maker. Real reasoning had to be detached at this point because one point leads to another, and the real flood gates happened as the thing began to move for water, the ocean. Anglo-Saxon American did not realize what they had done in the Chilean mines a long time ago. When they opened up the copper mines moments after an 8.8 magnitude earthquake, this gave the worm room to find its way through the rock. This creature had avoided plasma heat beneath the crust of the time that originated on the surface. Deeper down, the globe never knew of the power of what the Almighty would be and how it would be seen as a face, a person, a stranger.

No, the levelers spawned up as soon as the hot sun began to bear down and tear through the worm’s dark inner core, what had been cocooning in there, and how was this thing going to do anything. Bullets did nothing because the skin on this creature was thick enough to break through anything. If it picked up speed, it must have been at least a mile in length. A sound decision in this case goes a long way for the coming redemption and the downfall. The best is the epilogue of a historical saga of where this planet not many still inhabit came from and where heaven began to move mountains. No face, nothing. The vibrations had manifested more than a man; it had lifted up a sentient being here before man itself was alive. It must have landed at a time scientist believed was around the dawning of the stellar mushroom kingdom when this was the only thing on Pangaea. Either way, the hole commencement of human nature forever changed from the moment that thing hit the ocean current and swam out from the cracks of space and time itself. A continued measurement of it was more than expected; this thing had been in hibernations for millions of years.

It brought the heavens together and spread the seas of hell to the fish so that the bottom feeding was able to magnetically control the birds, and airplanes crashed around the Bermuda Triangle for what reason? You may ask.

It was because superstition created a melting pot, and that is where the worm was headed. At the bottom, the mind and souls of death followed the living, breathing material figure beneath the waters as it moved closer to the countries living in ice. This thing was hot, and it needed to cool down, once it did Revelations happened, and the skies circled around it as it searched the world for loves, treasure, and belonging. Ancient remnants and obscene spectrums of lights reflect off it in the sunlight. Once people got near the Sun’s light, the stored energy cells the Sun had recognized implanted neuron chargers into our hearts. Sorry it is hard for me to explain to this day because the chaos just spread like wildfire as the military was shut down, and global peace was just silence of dead spirits floating across the surface of hell.

For many people, this was a time of limbo and purgatory, and for others, the daily body had not fully caught up with them yet. Until the power of the white light began to take over the darkest places, the magic stopped. There was no more happiness. A sick sad world had spread its seeds in domestic killing and mental abuse as the worm consumed satellites and the time began to change to darkness like any day, the worm shed its skin for the first time ever!

Try to be not here or there

Worry what away as they share

Inside a make-believe madness

Outside unknown travelling sadness

Can’t they leave it to rest in peace?

An engrossed spine, spineless decease

Cover up the most unexpected

Origins of they, ruined rejected

Say “to be without” ahead

Behind the sense motioning red

Think to go when not one knows

What to name all the unknowns

All unexpected, many assumptions

Tragedy of what mysteries unfold of love?

They hope so much is here

I hope so much is there and that

Area around me from whence I came

Consider this an arrow of points

To the center stage blaming selfish

It is they, they are me and you.

Virtues and Reasoning behind My Thoughts

Let my internal suffering

Be outside purity

Let my spiritual guardian

Be security of my unconsciousness

Let my belief in faith

Be a new world of transportation

Let my death be ended

Being many lives never begun

Let my focus and triumph

Be victorious defeating truth

Let my truth be untold

Let my prayer be answered tenfold

Let my lifestyle be separated

Let my decision be desired

Let my circumference be nothing

Let my everything be all but one

Let my actualization be forgotten

Let my drive will then be in being

Forgetting everything that was done to start over, power off, then power on to unplug, plug in is strenuous, so let me try to make it easier for anyone whom reads this.

WELCOME HOME

I fear God, yet am not afraid of Him.

– Sir Thomas Browne

AT THE TIME of being eighteen years old, I found myself imagining something greater than the life we live in today. Journeys through life take more than facing adversity to achieve a successful scenario to daily life. The beginning of each day used to be overwhelmed with a sense of over thinking and challenging the way that I persevered to the next stage of my life. I wanted to construct a methodology of insight and articulation of speech that creates enthusiasm and charisma for anyone to living a happy life. Welcoming home if a feeling of comfort and joy when family is well placed throughout their own experiences. At this specific stage in my life, I felt the need to discover and learn the adaptation of my own internal thought process with the entirety of my self.

Once death happened in my life and someone I loved dearly ed away at a young age, I longed for closure. I wanted to understand the fears I had about what happens after death. Being the explorative person I am, I took up investigating abandoned houses in search for life after death. So, to be alive was something far greater than the mind could fathom. The feeling of divine intervention struck me as an oddity when I came to a near death experience. One summer day, I decided to try to top out the speedometer on the car. It was inspired by finding out that I could reach faster than 110 miles per hour, while driving down the interstate. I gathered my friend whom loves to go fast, and took him for a ride that he would never forget.

Travelling down the highway near my hometown, I press the petal to the floor and start speeding up the hill. I needed to go faster, and once I topped the hill, the slow lane was where I was. Déjà vu could not have predicted what was going to happen next, but the sheer force and power of the vehicle began flying down the hill, until a car turns out onto the main road I was going down at nearly 130 mph. The car veered into my lane as I come up on it, I swerve to avoid and over correct. There was a sixteen-month-old child in the back seat of the car I barely avoided, as the front left tire comes completely off the axle and runs the my vehicle off the road flipping upside down and sliding across a parking lot. I crash through two fences and miss a telephone pole by five inches. After the car stops and turns upright, the driver side is completely crushed in and immediately I crawl from the wreckage. My friend didn’t blame me for the mistake, but I blame myself for regretting ever trying to collide an immature self with a much larger picture to the world.

Here, I experience a wave of emotions as my friend and I walked away from the incident without a scratch. At the point of coming home, I didn’t understand the severity of what actions hold within the self. I need to try to understand the misfortunes and reprimand my weaknesses. What is a decision if you believe in pre-destination. The free will methodology gives chance to clear word called fate. If fate designed the experience, then there was nothing I could have done to change what happened, but I could not regret what I had done.

Alive

Hollow morning floating away

The image is drawn out into day

Rewind to people in a hurry

Snow falls, rain blows, but don’t worry

For honor and nobility

Forces not to be rolled into place, unhearing spot

On ends never they are bent, trying convert but not

Deep down there lay an attachment of living

Come with me or leave alone love for our giving

Retrieve a goal old and new chances numb conform

System lives rules – searching, grabbing, controlling norm

Destiny, fate, chance transform, none of it freelance

Holding strength, power – knowing, bleeding, trying a taken stance

Up, down, left, right, north, south, east, west planes around

Virtual swirl into one come together spherical helix ground

Pattern into dormitory Mother clocked to dome by twilight

More Insight

Another day, another way outside into the great beyond

Here I stay, reaching forth from the darkest plane I’m on

You’ll level the ground and comes to try this reason out

The ionate fury holding itself from the rest in doubt

Pondering where you came from, the day slows by again

Then the age struck the hour, whirling down, sifting sand

From the bottom to the top, you and I bring our destiny

Entwined discovery the moment drains blissful insanity

Is it possible to live in a different world forever until?

The mind catches a fragment giving off more to fulfill

Lines stretch out overlapping the miles between others

Spreading my eyes, I see the story layering stringed colors

A meshing action controlling, feeling, reacting to anything

The shoreline now can see me as I walk across not trying

It is pulling me closer toward the medium it knows you

The sky opens a pillar of clouds pointing east, creating through

Running faster than the speed of sight, uplifting help there

Steps circling round the borders of the soul as mountain air

The black center glow of the iris has ever living drops how

When exploding rays of fingers drive to the top of not now

You cannot find it if you haven’t seen it, the pyramid man

Emblem of self the magnetic reaching onward ing land

Here is where the spirit lingers for knowing more chances

Every so often, the second can change the entire course best

One communication embodying the figure’s requiem kind

Instead the wind blows off track, leading the lame in the blind

Any youth guided by the life living prospectus examine less

Only you can find the invisible line to make awe so speechless

None must know who hears this

Tongues are swollen for the love of it

A black comparing a soft shell

Closed in nature, open can we tell?

Gushing breath decrementing free

What I want a chosen sun

Blowing flames clothing the sky

Meek force fixes this or will I

Stomp an ash, wisp close

Float next to me the road

The tears of help are on the way

An angel has come unto me

To show who I am supposed to be

The dust has already settled

For the begin of flower petals

Pull me up from this ground

Wing stretched out beyond sound

To set in the chemical of life

Stitches so tight to be my wife

A successful story played indeed

It had to come meaning the seed

Fortune-telling is just a game

To diagnose reality as the same

Who will be here to take the blame?

But one to try again and achieve

Ending the pressure now believe

My life is gone from all the rest

Destiny came and achieved its goal

Just let me sleep warm in my nest

Before the end retrieves my soul

What is going on in my world of chaos?

Fatal attempt inevitably become loss

Where is the whip to keep me in line?

My future and past are war too fine

Keep me awake and hope to hear

Wicked plan constraints my fear

Where are you to guide my path?

Remove any possible unknown wrath

Not a moment away

Dead through the day

Blister in my head

Only to be dead

Short learned words

Water everywhere two-thirds

Conquer love again

Go ahead, come to stand

Freeze the burning fire

Happen intense heart’s desire

What are you among the flood?

I am here waiting to be loved

Loneliness can bear to find my content

Play beside one world only to see it fixed

There likes to be one with another

A golden child awake, one Mother

Nature’s best seed to fill up

Most beautiful life not flipped

At the beginning of today

Tomorrow is sunny, and hey

You know what you must do

To answer when alive becomes two

A dreary step, knowing invisible

Street corners make it incredible

They stop and turn to better

Life has a blanket of debtor

Ribbons are not to go with us

When time sneaks an arrow because

The plain mistake is best shared

Forgetting me and you not scared

It’s all of us in fleet performance

Sip of life

The grass grew tall

Breath then cusp

Splintered cut blades fall

Climb up a ladder

Cloud gives shade

Leaves there were none

A tower did stay

Signal before a turn

Friction drew near

Tiny dots in circles

The night seems clear

Wondering, beg for mercy

In due time comes

Embedded in rock to stone

Wealth beyond angling hearth

Mountain this mosaic

Pattern flies onto the dark

Far ahead seeds in birth

Delaying opportunity

Born behind swan’s wing

Far golden mines echoes ring

Too Nice Today

Little shapes move me away

Right hand a mirror image

Left, not second chance numbing

Easy at life seems ground zero

Challenge what being lurks a hero

Reigning sign, the order clears

Like clouds out of range

Or a child’s worst fears

Be good to me even though I am mistaken

Searching for a source

When will I die? I ask

Lucky ones advance closer

That change took place

Near and far

Who I want to be

Getting in trouble keeps on the double

Unwrapping gloom to notice a flower

Circle me look straight through this

Flying trapeze, misunderstood just fits

Closed eyes swirl in dreams recognizance

A team meant for everyone to conscience

Trial reason

Spirit sword like a voicing arrow

Betray; what knows the song sparrow

My bones climb inside morbid ladder

Decaying body a plague floods out, splatter

Colors paint the walls inside of me

To lie against home eventually a century

Top notch hang my head to sleep a wink

Over there, his eyes turn out the ground

Are these things coming back from hell, dead?

Run outside any double helix for my sigh

Point taken its happening to

Anything nothing hopefully

Black ceremony wave good-bye

Reckon the others know about this

The chase always hides from course

Can a bend be pulled out of the future?

Retrieve

God comes down so heaven will come down

Sit, wait, comfortably, relaxed

Answer me this voice alike

Love thy neighbor

Love what is wrong

Love foreseen endeavor

Love universal traveling

Okay, that’s okay

The music is loud enough to beat the drum

Across the mirage, a man strokes life by the vine

There the other side may, there the other side behave

Mortal wounds doth follow death

But to kick the can, cannot comes back

Triumph over Victory

Let a halo be ahead

Clench tight not dead

Forest wilderness

Alive forever no chess

Game called life

Cut it away by knife

Half a world inside

Dream a dream outside

Glow us rainbow real

Dusty wings then feel

For the right reason

Weird weather season

Catastrophe planned before

Slaughter life but not a door

Gate open before Christ

To find fire cooling ice

No more panic prone to take there

Just beautiful love and silky hair

Meet me at the chapel above stone tonight

You can follow me and win this crucial fight

Dusk till dawn, redemption is given to you

Multiplex means times when and who

Next definition lives far from here alone

Now love for you is all my tone

Scratchy worry sneaks shadowy valley

Then come to take away to a dark alley

Quit to begin, side to get in around

Neuron transmit succession breakdown

Prepares can trauma stay

Two uncover a friend in me

Restitution

when time stood still

It did want more and yet I never will

Legacy lifts my soul

A spot to mind is over

Noticeable try, no lover

Echo screen toward light

Fearing their faces white

Symphony of art can hear

Ballet of truth we disappear

ed by the hip stitch gaps

Hopefully before anything relapse

I can hear them calling me

Saying, “We all need to be born”

Creation Rebirth

A place where everyone is dead

In a time where there is no time

Nothing but something exists

Endless garbage collecting dust

Will this away then go we must?

Trees can talk to other followers

Fish we are under a cave jokers

Trigger-happy for each mess

He is it and we are all of us

Can’t tell why just how because

This is shadow and today I green

What colors come next from this; dark seed

Suffer in love

Eat the courage

Mystery cares

Lift us all with a stare

Step onto flat walk across

Below up sand is down

Perfect for playing in hours

All at once

Dropping down

I extend the reaching of,

Unnecessary

Certain, a bottle out to sea

Left

By only whims

Coffin leaning back

Rise naming me

Oppose two sides disguise

Midtrack

An esteemed associate uproars an advantage

Old affect normal eyes

Crossing over and out altogether

Least he says one life be attain the rest

Ahead potential reason

One key must cost more than two tries for one way

Eternity

Conducting Branches of Dust

In a world where there is no rhyme or reason

Once upon a time, everything was four seasons

Then came the post messenger too let through

Winter and summer as a game of picking who

Double the railroad on a mess of manna itself

Are your hands and legs confused about yourself?

Found myself dead on someone else’s shelf

Notice a piece of tranquil remedy trying

Earth blinked itself away with us flying

Targets arrive just on time to heal fogs

High atop a lonely world, beware of dogs

Tresing is all the fun in your stare

As the globe collapsed, not any seem to care

Emergency ambulance fire needs water!

I need to go destination blinded now hotter

He himself goes to sleep forever in two different daydreams.

Journey

Than another once before

Discovery to cleanse in store

Values trouble the lost seeker

Cross balance when will reappear

Destined along a travel income

Not beneath a cave ahead, phantom

What happened to losing within?

Turn back time to will it begin

A knock at the door was once there

For letting those tired even care

Promise me that you are with me

Wheels cannot steer blind I see

False proof believe the unknown truth

Small fangs between decaying tooth

I chipped what was who I am

Take me aside, bring together an end

For help is found within

Not around, closed in sin

Music sound moment here

Living life dying reappears

Lifting Piece

True love waits to die

As it hears the last cry

Winning to lose isn’t challenging

One enough when ears are ringing

Bowel of truth stuck in decay

Sunlight shower the dark rain

Into a new era of dawn

Discovery is the place we live on

Place misplaced counteract

Do it all solitary, no interact

Tranquil heart

Without a start

Finish never end

Color just blends

I watch as the brave battle in wrenching

All the while intersecting is etching

Into the great stuff glowing across the sky

Shot through the dark and wonder why

My eyes travel to that one shining star

Beginning another creation new not far

Shadow overcome the light closed on

Proposal of destiny fixed by this icon

A last whisper to live to describe the tell

Wanting to repeat forward, near they fell

To the blanket cloaking under moonlight

Indeed it had to be where you win the fight

Sicken but reawake my heart’s content

Counsel is close by to visit real frequent

Lines to the east, west, south, north end up

Findings are underneath, wanting to erupt

World of beaten liberty flung into power

Hasten the day away until my wishing hour

Remake

Stopping on a dime

Cruel yet cowardly time

Not so wrong to want

Watch, for it will be blunt

Encountering more birds

Knowing nothing of words

Cloned descending to me

How can this come and see?

Shortened across encasing

All the while life’s tracing

Trigger effect clearness

Future doesn’t find hopeless

Massive base to be felt

Elapsing disguise will be dealt

Sleep Analysis Day 1

I feel as if I’m losing it

The I and walk on does not fit

Redemption closes in quick

Breathe new flight, not my pick

Muster up a few words to tell

Last night I was in heaven, then hell

Soul found touching textures

What is this day another picture?

Thinking easygoing rupture back

Inside dreams ropes tie without slack

t satisfaction weakened bones

Communicate, I see talk through phones

Yes, that is it, challenge my heart

Awe my facility into a new start

Beat the heat, I am here, love me

Try this, grab on, let go for free

Running wild, climb atop a steeple

Hope, live, let, give, receive people

We are we dare we have we begin

Do it such timed pleasure again

Built resort bottled by surrounding skin

No plague, no soft touch grabs my heart

Pulse of life I hold my beating art

Restitution in belief that holds power

Energy transforms curl alive into to die

Let’s Start the Day

Dashing winds send me flying across the pale moon

A moment gone listens, will he ever come so soon

Like when I step back onto the concrete and weaken

Indefinite thoughts easy enough to just reach in

Pull out a globe, saying can this be my own my home

At last, bring me into this life with open supposed

The meaning cleanses my sore body from unknown

A fallout shelter built beneath the soul’s entity

Sound and feeling the symphony of time’s complexity

Fallen phoenix comes into a way, sifting sand and dreams

Before today, all this hasn’t been quite like it seems

The Next Day

When the world ends behind my eyes

One cannot help but look to the skies

See the wheeling dream of toxic madness

Maybe all it is, is just a little bit sadness

Play in torture so much fun to stay alive

Soak up rays of heaven, we must arrive

Solely on time of lies, soot, and tight rope

Walk across but stay behind, give me hope

Struggle the meaning of my design

Empty desolate trash lurking inside

Grow a future for me to see

Flower or thorn, who will I be

Unearth Love

Dig into the dirt arise

Leftover bodies of heads

Locust force no surprise

Truth be told we are dead

Walking fruitfully esteemed

Midway point entity survive

Go ahead, make us bleed

Till one day we will all be alive

Empty planter plant a seed

In a world of nectar forgone

Humble is the storm in our bone

Trickery snickers at the choice

Liquid chemical bless our rejoice

The Self

Congruent Circles

Empty is the cup of life in sorrow

Hiding its shape from tomorrow

A gloomy night’s witch almost turned on

Memory in the haze going, going gone

Who sits near the fire to revive?

Only a glance of what is really alive

Let the veins hold true from the start

Changing is not far mastering its art

Basis sturdy ready and willing drive

Here before so messages send this strive

And I wound my body out to a dry spell

Entropy of an exit for new buy to sell

Lacking a trap in weakness try again

Kicking and screaming stop flash in the pan

The fight has won in advance

So hard to put me into a trance

Loose and soaring

These times still roaring

Sold all the way down the roads

Spoken softly against each word

Direction on route, together we play

Remind me the time, it’s all they say

Discipline to find who in the world cares

Hope mean you, the animals beware

Into the sky, dream a little dream

Explosive energy relapses and screams

We are not detached from who we are

Yes, I drive by miles away in my car

We are out of here, cast long range

Tensed up shown artistically strange

Rotate backward inside my head

He said this day our daily instead

Impart young adventure, it has just begun

Trembling in laughter, the war is on

Who am I to call a girl always on fire?

Till we met, my heart was only a wire

It’s me prepackaged because she knew it

A wrapping measure sharing constant

Lest our ideas come closed, reopen them

Don’t let it go down exactly, promise it

Don’t leap just yet

The goal has not been met

For all chances are near

When life stays by fear

Caught in the web of trust

Seeing it all is a must

Getting there is such sorrow

But think not welcome tomorrow

Surely, hope will come your way

With this wishes can stay

Far from the distant shore

Of lying in bed on the floor

Gear up, forget the journey

Pray and thou shall believe

Beg cannot rise toward the knee

Stand up an inventory toward today

Sweetened ship close transcendental array

Liberate my freedom

Empty only on the outside

Misdirection I cannot hide

Simply put it together

A solemn duty called whether

Maybe not, the answers vary

Your choice is not mine

Only now a soft touch very fine

Placement not corrected, done

Let’s leave just for some fun

Take me away to empty again

Misinformed

Scattered and blitzed, uncontrolled

World takes off, no way to hold

In his heart, the war grows thin

Barrier between me and you again

Was none and is none perfect

Timed in excellence

Dream a dream

Visual points add up

Magnetlike sponge pours out

Cup runs dry

Flipping over

Fool but why

An idiot can tell common

From uncommon to rare

Occasions in my life just seem,

To grow down from my hair

Picture this,

A man closed arms holding a treasure

The most prized possession unknown

Around it the object closed in

He stands on a bridge wondering

Could he be different, a mistake

Led him there, water under his feet

The box locked, immersed in code

Waiting to be cracked, wishful thinking

And gut instincts play not a mere part

In his survival right now, where is he?

Breaking yourself to find a reason

Slowing start position unknown season

Help for initiation visioning collapse

Withdrawal seems easy without relapse

The therapist left so stop enhance

Magnify the blade, curse the shadow

Above as is below small cloudlike window

Reward to shed a missed good-bye

Breathe more instead just a sigh

Darkened spider bearing crevice

Where a wind blows having no palace

Identity in itself for pros creation

Dawn all fortitude lose stabilization

Storm locked ed, can we dance?

It is thyself knit most intricacy

Overruled block it out false diplomacy

Not it but they always been running

Catch up too slow for the flow

My Name

What is a thing without a name?

But dust in the wind or some

Shadow under a rock unseen

What is myself without me?

But a whisper of nothing

Caught sideways in transverse

What is cover without coverage?

But simply beside complex

Gone echoing against the distance

What is beauty without beautiful?

But a crash against the rocks with

No ease back out to again come back

What is true without truth?

But a collapsed tower ever folding

Toward the center of a fractal

What am me without you?

But dying without death caught

Forever between finished and unfinished

What is a name without a name?

But found by another and lifted up

Unknown to cover every word

Question Synthesis

Well, today is going by as quick

As the resting began to be a pick

What a weird daisy bunch, I’d say

They came without notice or delay

Pick up the sticks, put them ahead

Each mind’s eye would rather be fed

Brake up tangent to live forever

New rule apply, forms to whatever

Happily smiling till the very end

Foolishly hiding, then surprising them

Ask where while I go too late

Sooner, just the date

Shallow streams

When there is no more to go around

The heart will step back against the ground

Falling farther than ever done before

Attempts are blessed but hardened at the door

Here, take my hand on our journey

Swim back and never let go of destiny

The breeze will shower you with light

Hold on tight; it will bring you out of sight

Transmit the watery sublime into you

Me is not enough to ghost any whom choose

Let me out and the door will swing wide

Think to the future when there is nothing to hide

Speechless

There is nothing to talk about

Spit on me as you start to shout

Echoes of silence entering high

Atmospheric pressure to release, why

Hear it all done before I go and say

Ruin left behind the mouth this way

Turn around, stop, and come up for air

Our words are voluntarily without care

End this conversation’s mind for toy

Other games I wish to be and enjoy

Red are the worlds to paint across

Smell the scent of everything it is lost

Match the messy puzzle of sound

Perhaps it will end right on the ground

Certified in blind lies

Attempt to say I tried

Shut up and don’t talk

Take this great walk

Life abound everywhere

Growing up from the hairs

The Pits

Looking at everything in front of me

The door is always open unfortunately

Take a trip on the wild side of going

Love came from and to the all knowing

Sitting amid dreams and sharing mine

Calm and cool relaxed, no things aren’t fine

Trouble is when I look outside, I am here

Do something else, the time burrow near

Seeping into each cross section of change

Moment of incentive lifestyles deranged

Can I take much credit for staying the same?

The progress shortened and I am to blame

Shortcuts lead to dead ends on my road

Humble and unknown perfection is alone

Taken for immeasurable circumstances

Why me, why not me dost thou enhance?

Remain in leisure, pleasure must lose

Given by the beat of wondering cloths

Let me go and not come back again

Persuading myself behind many windows

A horizon sets sail to calming meadows

If it wasn’t there, maybe it’s in believe

I can make matters worse before better

Struggling nets, they carry pressure

Rather ride the wave into destruction

Instead restart from the center production

Spreading out my hands, I feel fire

Tugging on the roots instituted liar

Chains drop the patch over my strife

Go ahead and turn around other side of life

Without Play

Mystery haunt keep danger at bay

Sail away to end a chance on moment’s day

My direction point and choose

Go ahead with nothing to lose

Shaky ladder hold the heavy weight

Stored inside a humble heart to take

Quite a dismembering problem in task

Watch the show as life just happens to

One soul thought hell has gone

Revelation perhaps; not one downfall

Created all for two equal minds

This generation including your kind

Cash demand whoever will stay

Till the next part comes and away

Ripping roots up lay down goodnight

A small twinkle of an eye stops out of sight

Love

Love is an evolving phenomenon that takes place in the hearts and minds of humanity. It binds the life of everything, and thankfully society can look to the future with ever increasing confidence and hope. The language in this section is meant for uplifting feeling of heart ache and generating ion inside. Where else can emotions take control of a person so much that nothing can be prevented in its wrath? The power of love changes, multiplies, and gradually needs to be renewed with more love. As a part of everyday life, the tedious acts of the human heart takes is a monumental contemplation of fortification. In order to receive divine love, I gathered my research into the world’s religions. Each time I came into with an art of becoming more pure at heart.

As one of the strongest powers of the human mind, mixing imagination with love fuses every conceivable approach to giving in and setting a soul free. If you don’t love yourself, there is something else that has dragged your search for happiness down. There is no need to feel selfish here, the giving back to others is one possible route for humbling yourself further in our search for the grander side of life. Two sides of this world combine together to form this one. One that is full of life and material form, and another of unknown origins and unseen working beneath the surface of reality. I attempt to take your mind into a glimpse of the way I think. The abstract characterization of being is just one example of the power that belief has on our world.

The universal consciousness has set and conditions to love, but I perceive love to be open and full of life. The spawning of the self can come from the unlikeliest of places, but the consideration for each thought and where it came from can set in motion goals and dreams that you can reach. One desire, one thought, one sheer moment to take control of the voice within and look to where the two lines meet are the way they are supposed to be. The path to love is full of treacherous obstacles, relation disruptions, and things that are in motion stay in motion as long as ion does not wither and die. If somewhere in life you took a wrong turn and ended up lost and running low on fuel, the opportunity to achieve the distance is still surrounding if you ever found where you really are. Only you can make the difference of installing love’s freedom in your heart. We cannot linger in anger, maliciousness, or regret because it can consume the will power of the heart. Divine love is given freely by a higher power, and take cannot take that away.

Balloons

Get up into the air while you still can

Float on the pop culture in the sky

Bring me back home letter of infants

Cry till morning for I will not be there

For you, yet my lover will remain closer

Than anything that God can joy of you

Jut that the smile I always

O’ happy day springing the nothing me

Her challenge means the wind carries

Blessed is the day when I

Questionable facets embrace me, overturning

Exemplify my reasoning, wondrous heights

Punk! That’s me, hostile! That’s you

No strings attached to a kite, let go

Run, run for your life and never return

Like a genie in a bottle, helium bleeds

Statue of me and her holding what is real

Fortune keeps turning ahead on our wheel

So chosen can we just be and learn how to feel

At night, I set free for such awe in your heart

Today is finally a beautiful work of the best art

Born Now before Happily Ever After

Sickness to deny my own comfort

Some control issued tenfold distort

Atop rock, I build my home

Man of steel prophetic gnome

Unity offered mind, body, and soul

’Cause effect grips a crippling role

A part played with listening justice

System a whole artistic move he is

Nature’s beauty intertwines beauty

Form manifested to role a lead duty

Fill abnormal abstracted synthesis

Anesthetic released pros and coincidence

Time standing still parenthetical hope

Faith restoration believing without rope

Slack pulled to reach out to others

Alike sisters rejoice in his brothers

Big heart cramping signs to spy

In therefore ing all a lie

Righteous story made up questions

Answers beware of truth living care

Where a crow flies from; blackened stare

Cannot be me seeing problems a jolt?

Static pneumonia cure placement shore’s volt

Beside the ocean reality screams I’m alive

Torturing his words into strings that strive

Death Is Only the Beginning

My friend comes back in happiness

Ways of love cancel minority for less

To be deceived by a mind of missing

Enjoying an open ladle poured leaving

At one with the world, climbing travel

Completely be born slowing down gravel

Bring it up out of water, break it pieced

Fear speaks nervously, ignoring deceased

Venus has an end to a plague of beauty

Planetary meanings, willing plan a melody

Rippling vibration doors have steadily

Knocking let me in right now young comrade

Move in away from alone time

Their disease stores worthy crime

Hollow invisible power you to go

All I want is winter to enjoy snow

Harm being floodgate psychotropic

Write unwritten acquisition to envelope

Impossible precarious normalcy

Why do you subtract curiosity?

Body pressure mistakes her to be late

Hollowed-Out Footsteps

I leave ’hind a wave of gratitude

No horoscope or card can tell me better

A good book ends to abruptly begin

Danger around anonymous corners

For instance a showering hit disorders

Give me something more to beckon a call

Who draws near a piercing look into the dark?

Black paper conceals a mirror

Spreading honor through your way

A name relieving any pressure of tongue

Hope arises to bestow a new imagination

There is always plenty of satisfaction

At cost an indulgence begins to ire

Way of the known resemblance of love

Prosperity lingers a tight rope to walk across

Trap doors, elevators, and stairways

Heavenly disappointment, closure at last

Sent from a dream to a world plastic

Shield of freedom rod of disparity

Underneath poison a tower of almighty

Riddling its way out of the most beautiful rhyme

Today all my feelings went down

My mother is there and my father works

I feel like I love myself, then I am deceived

By the fact that I cannot get anywhere

Writing has healing powers

Conversations with God or the infinite

Tragic scene of my life playing out

Like a storybook already written

Can’t imagine being anywhere else

Just different haircut or clothes

Yeah right,

A joke never gets me too far if they have

Assertive contexts. Fortunately, I

Can pop my fingers and listen to them

My hands are rubbed raw by torture

Pain is all over me and it doesn’t hurt

The dead person inside lost his key to the abyss

How can I make my problems go away?

Or slow down or hurry up

Sometimes I ponder, was this ever really real?

My purpose is not here, so I let go

Release my ruin to turn life into a comedy

Learning exuberated my mind

A little more time would fall right through

My fingers unless the invisible water started to dry

Trust beauty . . . The good stuff . . . You never know

When today will be your last

I sigh then I sigh deeply

Can you talk on your toes?

Fast as lightning, a candle to the world

Avoid less, look at the appearance

Spit it out now I can

You as we speak of the mind

Easy did is easy done

Run control without stopping

Travel quickly so they will come

To me and send me flying

Secure my seat belt safely

Home till morning

Touch me now like you never touched me before

Crazy to even know your own name

Choose to stop

Copy imprinting within

Electricity waves my mind over

Resisting is like a four leaf clover

When perishing death consumes me

Tag It and Bag It

I began to stop and analyze

Why for the sake of wondering

My images I kept began to release tension

A slow tug at my sleeve left me alone

Painted men and women cover us, you know

To talk to myself takes me further

Notice how I am sitting in this corner

I wait for a ride to come pick me up

A place bouncing with school books and looks

Trouble is my heart’s noise is fixed

To be more clearer,

A brilliant thought never dies

A spoken memory is not alive

Happens a lot to me

It ends with I’m sorry

Of course you are

Nobody means to forget

All I hear is harmony

She smiles and waves by

That is a sweet redemption

Wild one day turns on itself

Theoretical, my mind is destroyed

Can this experience get mercy?

Like I am talking to some unknown

Or else time fades away and to home

Inscribe a Scholar

Brilliance deceived what is lost

Positions of question resemble cost

Our lives taken my forgotten trust

How beauty is gloomy, trying the lust

Reasoning imprisons hope of ways

Yet desolate direction abhors sunrays

No, that chance says emptiness to luck

Fortune only fades away turning out dust

Discovery of my intuition cannot jeopardize

There are many errors closing dark-masked eyes

Wisdom grows out like listening all and all

Back where a journey begins travels, ends, falls

I no longer objective between the lines

Just how it happened reading every sign

Forthcoming arrival of unprecedented events

Sense the unnatural illness harsh world cares

Live not and seek not in dreams to lose

Only company provides free will and chooses

Writing more and less a backward bless

Soft turning nature’s remembrance; only mess

Always there will be garbage to carry out

I have chores and duties, be sturdy and stout

Tricks are always down each sleeve

Wondering, “How about photosynthesis in leaves?”

Follow your heart, feeling reminisce on motion spring

Eventually hands will bestow genesis, just ing

Individual

For Fear

I am alive, be not afraid of who I am

The name of the game is matches

And it wants to be all the same

Vile humane acts, they too belong

In a place where nothing can blame

Do each duty whether right or wrong

Our infection is ruled by the sun’s beam

Sparkling reflection so easy to believe

Drive away from here

Where the third impact leaves into

Questions are like vibrations of mind

To know can challenge thoughtlessness

Rag cloths to powerless riches do find

Close order appearing next stage, bless

Wake up in my sleep

What time is it?

Meet at the barrier gate

In his lateness, I’m drawn by fate

Smashing forefront crashed, locking into place

I might be wrong

If so the lost tranquility sheds my skin

Liquefying the human structure I’m in

Change my heart to meet the need

Travel by the darkness and plant it

I’m ready to follow the reaper of the seed

Touch nothing or else it will catch up

Run slain, stand slanted and all will be enough

Joker’s Steed on a Horseless World

A young man close to being mature sits open

Waiting or watching time over his eyes

Remembrance is a shallow puddle served murky

Letting go is something else when dreams collide with imagination

The calming of the storm settles among the true that he really is

Simply complex the misshapen lesson he was just about to learn

Before young turns to gray, catching up is a lot of resist

Will you take this gentleman’s hand and become it?

Hope transforms as shadows adore the sorry smile he bears

Given the gift of light, conscience the memorial to forsaken growth

Yet with sword of tears drawn he embraces the flame of white

Come down from your pedestal and mark the trusting desire

It is his to cherish and others to embrace as sound echoes life

Not in form of handles to grasp his ride to becoming known

Barren wastelands have been set ahead to endure reason’s action

Falling down into the stars, the reversal of ceiling wax shines in his presence

Pure untamed oceans touching the cusp of the setting sun

Begins to dawn motions of the long-past home and the circle glimpses itself

A final shot bursts, letting this shooting star free

Fly nautical voice; fly into the unknown, forever

Wake up and get out of my bed

An alarm ringing the world seems to be moving

Inside my brain, the chemicals are going insane

Nothing but recognition of this past transmission

You gave it to me, then alive hit me, get high

Send your molecules atomic scenery to infinity

He likes trying to reason a broken distiller

Manageable ’cause I believe me and you able

Come into me through the impossible, I can see you

Touch intact meaning flow forth from outside the free

Whistle into your fearful feeling destiny it’s you

Don’t you know I have always known you there?

Power energizing reticular mesmerizing distance away

Many acceptances touching obstruction can this be it all

Look ahead for that is when imposed settings hide the fall

Position

Cryogenic depth untainted by law

smooth mob or leave a jungle raw

Lost will be back in good time

Ride the wheel it wishes alive

Part of now-little view move

Keep it there for all can choose

Meaning sawed, rolling vein

Real enough ’cause he’s the blame

Stationary absence twelve far

Only one I try to raise the bar

Actual four ends to meet

Quickly go pick your seat

Challenge benefits my sin

Ebonics delusion colors blend

Prick up and down my spine

Forward no walk the line

Master of apocalypse but not

Let loose for it remains caught

Dear favors, can I let the light shine?

Kept releasing trees micro hairline

Pack both male and female

Hope grace clears never fail

Uncured methodology to soar

Sugar sweet cool comfort allure

It never hurt to be so nice

A spiral change bound by sacrifice

To not want forming time within

Circling reason holding all ten

Slow it down before the shore

Until now, there wasn’t a door

In my bones fossilizes my soul

So scarce to be bold

Perhaps closeness snuck up

Making edges rough

Quick notes carbonizing thought

Fear knowing spot

Banners of a door, together feathers

Unlocking darkest treasure

Let us keep going

In a way free-flowing

Torch blazing sight

To be, or I might

Give live begotten

Like others forgotten

Here I am hopefully a better tomorrow indeed a narrow path untold by distant memories

In a day, when anything else seems hopeless, I find myself negotiating a sense stemming

How the tables turn to the next moment of glory, raining down upon wholesome beginning

Forgotten just a minute sainthood reaches into you and I making the sound rejoice indeed

Ahead I see the distant horizon barren unlike anything else a plant can bear, holding its seed

Later to fall upon the head of perception, there will only be a hold tighter than vulnerable me

How the ages have gotten to me I find nothing in anything normal searching for the answering

Step back at a glance, there is guaranteed truth resemble the favors ahead of time, capturing

Captivate my mind, body, and soul to come to with thy inner voice and feeling

Picture this top of the atmosphere crumbling down from my feet, climb down now

There I am standing beneath the folding layers of entering a life streaming to endow

Bring this to them and their back, we will begin loving grace shadowing importance

Jokers rule the muses to enjoy malicious teetering from the side that matters enhance

Bring it down inside without exiting the system of memories the vision stops in front

To captivate mindlessness focus resume principles and succumb to mindfulness but

A catch phrase re what will never be done to this world becoming a known

That perfectionism halts to acknowledge remedying to its elixir until it is his own

Where am I?

Putting the ideas into form

Can only help to feel quite norm

Gone to chance unknown feeling

Experience cost now I am leaving

Here and there I came so far

Repair me, not ripped tattered car

For choice along mess perceived

I am dead so I believed

The dying time swept what must

Given to those I long trust

Like a splinter under my nail

Cracked between when I fail

Pleasure deceived by love’s share

It came around dirt sold brick square

Adorn a rushing existence

Catch me if you can, sickness

You are all apart set aside

There or not let myself confide

Trip over feet thrown on stone

Lied to misguide me my own

Cancel what remedy hides strife

Throw me into some midlife

I don’t want it all, I have none

What is done is done, alone or won

End it all I have crept by your side until

It has only just begun

A growth into his faith

To want desire seethe

Too far is too short where dreams tell whether or not you’re chosen for something better than this

Same things I knew I was going to get

More than lesser now, I know end not yet

Out future smiles ing to never forget

Desperate talk calls for endless measures to himself

The truth uses the post control yet to come again

Just flowing forth from the free reminder of sanity

Position myself next to you, then there is no more

Room for disaster, room for untouchable worlds

My crucible holds thou far from grace heavens own

Mixture relying solo that a do bare to harp the harmony

For where thou comst thou sort is blown from the rest

Honestly the release dreams from afar listening quicker

Than word than time than justice than sources knowing

Thy manly esteemed attitude streams pure persons

An ability when’s they come to take away before retrieve

My name ’tis what a name more than my own soul

To me or closing journey the roads take me there

My dreams guide me, knowing not to forgive and let live

Be me be her or them together my past counsel remedies

Great is given to my knocking on the door in body

The mind then leaves no trace to follow the com

Dust depart to bacteria, magical fear of hypnosis

Twirling final a drastic dare takes my breath away

Anything unimaginable happens

When thinking it works together

Harmony in balanced manifestation

Lines run outside and thoughts seize

Making it go down with slightest ease

Peace restores itself into life and death

Retreating process unknown by man

In and out, dreams will

Here life goes taken by the vine

Fall down, look over and out

When all hope faded inside light

Traveling alone cannot be bad

Anyways the floor helps direction

Which way comes a circle of small

Mystery caverns arrive, so they tell

Tomorrow

Going somewhere, seeing everything

The stakes rise high in my mind

So much virtue troubles my eyes

Like I can’t think and speak well enough

Day by day, the hole fills itself

Deeper we sink into never ending

Where do you find yourself in one hundred years?

Just a lost telephone number or a fading

Glimmer of light that once shined for tomorrow

For being here helps not make anything clearer

The mainstream pulls together with slightest feathers

Twisting out, punching back the speed of thought

And motion of body exemplify

Dusk will fast tremble from the pale

Moonlight, and slowly the covered one

Will come to tuck us in at night

Not knowing which way the paths keep flying

All but a wish and dreams hopes because

Of love hummingbirds still are dying

Without going anywhere, do not move

Stay perfectly still so that I may get a real good look at you

Otherwise, I may not like what I see

Someone had to show you all that you have caused to other people living in the past

It is not my big messy tangle to deal with you and the moon

You have tangles attached to this spider’s web that are preventing you from letting you hear that it is really dying and it needs your help. Why would you cut

someone like that completely out of your life? The anti-matter, so as to say dark matters of the sort, universally, they are unaware of the dreamy depths that misplaced them in the first place. Otherwise, they have been stuck up in outer space for quite some time now. Very ugly creature’s aliens are, but when you get to know one of them, if ever they can ask you something like they have done before. The reaction is still more firepower if they try to come and attack the planet again. If aliens do come back, I don’t know what kind of indifferent message they would send to the true killer on this planet.

Trees All Around

I see the tree inside of me

The tree sees who I want to be

No steps to climb up beside the wind

Age on the outside cut between kenned

To fall without your hold of limbs

My nose runs cold, my breath it wimps

It’s getting dark, better hurry up

The look lasts so long, it erupts

A day so close to tomorrow I wonder

Will I really ever change?

At the all-knowing, the barrier gates

The shielded garden in sight of here

For now the season looks in reason

With close communication to you

Behold, this is combinations of few

Being there for me under the sky

Up above this backward eye

Blown off course

No need to even begin to care

Sensing, listening hurt to beware

A tomorrow against all that is

And will be all that hope finish

Waiting along a thick bag, sick

Do you give me nothing gone to pick

Function of life abandoned to know

No helps death to victimize the crow

Spiritual event save everything mentioned

Light this candle to burn out alone, deafened

Pick out all that will be subdued

All I said to take the narrow rude

Molten rock flipping into outer space

An extra exciting terrestrial place

Leave behind the leftover gravel

Slow is the day hard to unravel

You God Can Fly

In freeing in mind of disbelief and doubt, I would journey through abandoned houses. Out of fear I found myself facing myself to discover why motivation happens the way it does. One evening a friend and I spontaneously had the idea to go into a specific house that was an overgrown mansion. The house resembled a historic slave owning farm from olden times in America. This two story house was directly beside the road, and with a keychain flashlight in hand, me and her exited the car. We began by climbing onto the front porch because the stair had given way and crumbled. The doors to abandoned houses are usually unlocked or there is no door at all. This one experience was unfathomable from my complex idea of the afterlife.

The darkness in the first room crept around like any other time the lights go out, but this was different. The wind was blowing through the window with a rushing force as the dusty white linen curtain waved up and down as if the house was breathing. Suddenly, the wind stops and the house stood silent. The brick outer layer had kept something inside that could not be let go from the plane of existence that we live on today. My friend and I stop and stand still in our dusty tracks once the wind stop blowing. Footsteps is what I heard at first, but as we moved further to where a single chair and footstool were place in the house. The steps began to run back and forth from one side of the open corridor to the other. It was as if a ghost was as afraid of us as we were of it. An old brown chair stationary and the only thing in the house, still had an owner. It’s owner was not having us being there. It was running towards us. With a single LED light bulb smaller than one centimeter, the lighting of an entity could not be seen. My friend is in shock, I am not afraid, but she clings to my arm like there is no tomorrow.

One idea turned into the adventure of a lifetime, but this was more than a fun time. My friend is too scared, but I am intrigued, my curiosity takes more of my motive for being there. I want to go upstairs to the bedroom to see if I can make a presence known, but as we move to the bottom of the stairs I drop the keychain flashlight. Everything is turned off, she franticly is shivering from fear, but I laugh for some odd reason. I look in front of me into the dark depths of the space I was in, and see two eyes looking at me. They were not red, but they were translucent in nature, then more of them start to come down the steps. I search for the keychain on the ground and find it picking it up and pressing the small button to illuminate the room. The vision dissipated as we run to the front door and get out of the house immediately. We run away from the house and sit in the field wondering in pure amazement to what we had just heard. After calming down our heart rate, we decide to go back because my curiosity needs more proof to the running footsteps.

On the house there was an outside balcony with screened in steps to get up to the three rooms on the second story. Neither of us were completely calm anymore no

matter how much we tried. She was so scared, but my strength is all that I had to keep me going. The first door had a dead bolt lock on it from the outside. I wondered what was in there, until something on the other side began to beat against the door as if something or someone was trapped and angry trying to get released. The other rooms on the outside balcony were clear of any noises or entity, but the first room terrified us both back down stairs and straight for the car to leave. Instead if leaving we leaned against the car and she asks me,” Do you see that?” I looked up upon the balcony and saw a shadowy figure standing there watching us. The house was abandoned, this was no homeless man, it was a real ghost from another realm of the living.

As the entity stood there, what I saw was a man that transformed into a cocoon on the balcony then sprang up with wings like a butterfly, and molded back down into the shape of a man. The thing did this repeatedly as we stood there in awe. Imagine the thoughts running through my brain as a singles tear began to cry out of my left eye. Only one eye was crying, and the sorrow was deep, then my friend, she began to cry as well. We could only understand what we saw that night by making sure each other hear and saw the same things. It is true, there is life after death, and it is true the dead can live in the same realm of the living.

Bleed for me pens destined to try

That I may overturn ing by

Hands hope to feel clean warmth

Caressing indignity down to earth

Forbidden to know, the soul weeps

There cannot be acknowledgment to know

Darkness sleeps behind a devil’s snare

Troubling self cannot only be fair

Imagining something stronger than chosen

Solid time exists nowhere at all

The eyes beholding truth shadow life

Living underneath the black bubbles

Do not I have the sense of cleanliness?

Feeling hope surrounding lights in all of us

Ways are chosen hereby hypocrisy

Another enchanted melody never to sin

Sorry, forgive and forget, let go of the past

Future upholds the reigns given as children

Not my birthday to climb out mother’s heart

Wounds afflict some divine message

Still now my words are nothing but thyself

Overturning century of webbed deepness

A spider’s cry is sweet, silky, and soft

My reason holds nor logic compromise

Ill-dignified covenants shed births defied

Magic and sorcery, ’tis a plague enjoying

Condemning none here to the answers are true

Let my words appear clothed with rot disguising

Sorry I didn’t know who all was listening

Unborn to lie dying between arts

Signals in the sky forbidden sweetness

A smell of rose’s scents before wicked

Dreaming forever a day gone like no other

Foul words speak no truth envision me

Hold somber telling tales of how life used to be

Sudden impact goes ignored without a goal

Wishes carefully plant trees one day grow tall

Again, unseen merchant learn thou system

Upheld right, condemning the evil, robbing the blind

Loose way to tremble at every fear valued

Customers own decisive nature bet on it

The biggest lessons learned come from within

A slowing of each word announcing all of them

To what it seems right now, the efforts rewind?

Here we can see the consuming response to be aligned

Variant projections of ourselves can and will change

Of course, when grasping to situations, we derange

Not only a decision chose among as many as woven

Sit back, clear your mind, and talk to me often

Whenever you are looking at me, I am believing

To lose, but to what not to lose still reaching

Coexisting each of us a jolt gone without pause

Again, to begin, leaf drop in

Comer hover come day

Say, “Aye or whilst thy fall, thou rose petals drown,

Poise imagine agape forth unto the oceans sky”

My Generation Has Been Numbered

Today overcoming a worst fiction story

For wondering how has only liberated me

My in-depth attitude slowly perished renewed

An ability inherently given to grace itself free

I my hands to wield a new destiny

Fate conspired against me only to be pushed

Back farther than the barrier knew when

So softly my soul touches the surface

To live unto my past completion

Varies portraits painted the landscape

Capturing more than a cloth covering

Tender mercy lives without complaint

I only am near the truth to know

Thyself carriers of a broad objective

A goal awaits me on the other side

No, now I am being

To self-victorious strife a virtue plague

Nobility, I am defeated at my whims

Grief-stricken, I climb overboard

The turning ship rings in my ear

Laughter, joy, to appear somber

Speak this word or hold peace

Windows are forecast shadows to lose

Get away from today

Triple a decade marched on

Soon enough I will not worry

Taking Notice

When there are no more words to speak

Thoughts slow down, wanting to be meek

Another hope for a better place

Then wash down the edge of space

Ending it all, saving the human race

Why can there be no more

A bottle of glass breaks

Liked a candle years to ache

Tripping over your own feet

One day we will all come, meet

Heaven’s angels to wing by

Welcome home, eternal cry

Trumpets open as gates soften

Blowing of the wind

Taking it to an end

Drop of a powerful blend

Gaze down on me I am,

Right underneath you

Bird’s-eye view I long for

Believe it’s always been you

Carried away in I love

The calling I can’t reach you

Return me to begin I was

Only a small type as you

Waiting but not anticipating, I drew

A circle around the whole of you

Describe a setting day I went

Forever be a dream in you

Beloved sanctuary only I stop.

Beside myself eternally by you

The true found nature of love

Reside in and all around you

Your presence is felt inside

Pulsating out into your love

Immortality

Whenever the chance of change happen

The roots pull up from the ground, lapsing

Set in motion, twisted old day becomes blue

The metallic atmosphere sinks in then you

Come to me, bring me ways of hollowed why

I go ahead from where I am standing loosely

The once-imbedded life has uncovered itself

Roots turn into walls, growing up around me

Shielding the light from seeing me, I must

I see it, not anything wonder and amazing

The stem of life itself, the universe all

A civilization from one leaf, an imagination

Single solid in complete context of being

Moving toward it the matter, bursts from itself

Just because I can see it lets me in and s

The tears stream down my face and my body

Please forgive me, you have cornered me

Now the punishment is death by living another

Why did I forget all my memory for this?

Empowering my soul, I am lifted up on high

They tricked me, and now I am free and my eyes

Open to the skies, golden blue, silver, and pink

White shines from my toes and fingertips, Almighty

Oh, great seer of the future, where may I stand when all else fails?

Misery and choice are dependent from the creative need

If I am going to the lost trials at sea, decay must set between

The ferry comes to take me across, having closed the gap

Eternity

Eternity sinks

Eternity brings me

Eternity creates these

Eternity pulsates my body

Eternity centered above and below

Eternity turns time back and forth knowing

Eternity belongs in a safe place, always churning

Eternity, master of this all and all I love thee forever

Eternity makes the one true name and sets it free to love

Eternity knows who I am and what I am doing to encircle above

Eternity, stop playing mind games and hurry to the finish line simply

Eternity races mortality while immortals climb ladders to get down here

Greening summer of meadows moonlight

Sold itself to away dead from sight

A buried love share the flower’s sympathy

Repugnant alive weather bruises photography

I am courageous, diving into tomorrow

Deny what work in progress there I follow

With this choice of leaves falling up high

Here fading distances cover, cold nets cry

Alas, the falling branch sways to hit

Bark as mossy covers embed a miss

The cold rocky and lush surround

Whistling winds snap them down

A twist of fate wondering steady

The blooming caught until ready

When heat warms unfrozen ice

Shadow still lingers there to entice

I transform

The sun dismembered my own eyes

Like the air particle or multiskies

Tree curse the world of word

Time ages future presences, it should

Watts slow the lightbulb, thinking

Signs have come and have went

All in all, my life will not be spent

Without you, without me

Troubles of old tell a story

Without you, without me

Memory responding to why worry

Without you, without me

Courage is bolder for a wise hurry

Reflection has come back on thee

An image holding is golden to me

Dragon’s egg of prehistoric fossilize

Here with us ghosts will interiorize

Created by you, created by me

The journey lived to give birth and leave

Created by you, created by me

Complexion is fair, like a unique heave

Direction going against a starry why

Created by you, created by me

Snow will come and bring in the dead

Entourage spying on us, we fled

Never to return again for the rest

Missing Her

Nowhere to be found is she

All together yet separate are we

It’s her beating against your back

It’s her tricking you into a new fact

Messing with my head, I can’t get

A lost puppy, only wanting a pet

Try to act the way I want to be

Uncover my nothingness and see

Steps await you either way you go

Want to get it but just seem followed

Halted up by her majestic power

Beating drums and opening a flower

Wreckful hope to think something lasts

As today’s dreams sink into the past

She will never be here

She is always not there

She has but one temptation

End loves madness obsession

She is cold, then hot

Her voice hits the spot

Take me into her heart

Press the limbs together

Reaching close forever

Her Mother Nature and his father life

I awake to find myself rejuvenated

Closed case, not knowing its coming

A walk beside the road to get going

Some of my family at least near ones

No temperature to feel an area on suns

Route taking me but I work from trusts

Trees to the left a house toward fear

The sound of a baby cries close to us

I’m there in front of it as holding trust

Inside a wood, a baby had been placed

Moment of reach, I hold it high above

Around they are with because of love

King risen from the grave and arise

From the ground, family gets it surprise

Not me or I or them or who or we

Feel a climb total com to be free

Touch my eyes so I can only see

Just being me floats from eternity

Divine print overlaps my thought

Conscience battle you and I fought

Less received to build a great city

Laughter and love soak up false pity

Here in the next aerial round about

A book, then listen to my heart shout

Tears of joy head full to the last

Rejoice and give for it will go fast

Impulse interrupter heal each mistake

Some are a lifetime for heaven’s sake

Cross between hereafter and before

Wishes and dreams don’t remain sore

Ongoing to find blissful thinking

Plug that hole, stop from sinking

Top me off, every question answered

Found real truth in the midst wintered

A meadow of sound, behold the crown

Up we must go even to be found

Fortune faded away, responding the day

Solitude for now until a messenger is made

Outside the world beside me

Only one can forever find me

Structure

Bring down the rains

Rains empty out dying sorrow

Sorrow be led away from home

Home is where the telling is bound

Bound by loneliness and a day after

After the cloak is lifted to heaven

Heaven come to me another song

Song of mystery on a single planet

Planet incarnate, growing slower

Slower, fast as lightning breaks

Breaks a snap into from outer space

Space straightens out black matter

Matter in lullabies from the skies

Skies swoop down underwater

Underwater, a cave opens to journey

Journey, this is processing it

It, the life, all in one person

Person lifting off to fly away

Away from this place called my own

Paranormal Experience Log 1

The world is filled with certain types of spirits that no longer breathe life. When the mind gives in to the pressures of fighting their own battles, regret, shame, denial, and all other dwellings of inner turmoil that can possibly be unknown have the capabilities of entering into your life when least expected. Paranormal observation stems from the curiosity into the spiritual aspects of strength in faith that are unknown by many and difficult when confronted with a more evil force in the life we live.

Paranormal Technology is centered as the first of its kind in Historic Jonesborough, Tennessee, and it’s becoming an integrated part in the way media is shaping the ideas of paranormal. Consumers themselves are purchasing equipment to search for these themselves in abandoned places. The myths behind its origins are surfacing in small towns all across the country, on campuses, and in big cities.

The movies Paranormal Activity and the sequel are inspiring people to try to find an apparition themselves or practice, out of speculation, religions without having accurate guidance in this area. Paranormal Technology in downtown Jonesborough is a private organization like many others that is shaping the way people think about ghosts and supernatural occurrences.

What was once a less open-minded community starting with local, state, to a national level is changing to, “Can people adapt and construct rationality to respect the deeper sense of spiritualties and religion?” The diversification of an interfaith America, historically, can only accept clarity from paranormal organizations that are strengthening faith.

By going into battle, the spiritual war is fought and the choices are visible and invisible. Events happen to celebrities, and the perception of what is truth and fiction changes. If a group is making a documentary of experiences, media

imitates this image. Fear of death and dying are closures every person faces.

Mortality and the afterlife are subject to the belief that when someone dies, that person is judged and sent to their eternal place that is unknown. Otherwise, the Roman Catholic belief of purgatory places attention on spirits that have not been sent to the other side. Another possible explanation is a person’s soul is positioned in limbo to serve time for their sins. The areas in between heaven and hell are unknown, but faith in a positive religious upheaval builds a hope that this world needs.

Either way, the memory of a person ed on is thought of in consumer’s minds after watching paranormal movies and television series. Curiosity and beliefs cannot attribute the ing of a loved one with the appearance of an unknown presence or presences. It is an analysis on intention and self-healing.

The Fire Instant Began a Long Time Ago

Age Twenty-six Overdoses

Irrational prospect fault of the test

Obedience is missing to one for the rest

To bring the dead into the living

And end this war about not receiving

The amount of great experience from God

Control of it all doesn’t listen what’s odd

Defense mechanism empower the death

Kill for no love or leadership to follow up

Short-lived life mastering the futures

Placed neatly together brain filter diluters

Serve the giver, bring fortune to arise

Disorganization complicates brilliant lies

Of where the next colors come from

Persecution lengthen to divine wisdom

Behold a new secret wonder to see

Cross apparition telling who we are

Small but delicate persons of mystery

Held on by progress to keep changing history

For whom it is infinite in the belt’s power

Attitude strong pole circling round the flower

Spit it out the verse to set us free

Waiting is all for sore eyes clear up and see

Inspire glass break in life

Sand ticktock smile away

From nowhere seek glistening

Shining water inside equilibrium

Just equal cubed misguidance

Illusion in deception hysteria bless

Caught in the cross fire elope

My madness treasures existence

Twisted universe one to play out

It is for him only by his story

Ship, shifting, shape history

Mark, make a fix, quit this miss

Loss but furnish it all nice

Cube it first, come back, break the ice

Behind my eyes

Picture making it perfect

Enemies unknown I can’t reject

Pushing in to out from another

Focus the dead play with over

One side messing the mind

Names endless nothing to find

How walking rides the stance

A run for their money to enhance

3-D lens seeing fun

Oh, it has only just begun

Simply sweet lying underneath

Signs puck it up and go your feet

Is it I laughing in the back

As control is all I lack?

Bled lives in the sorrow of love

Heaven is not yet to come above

Here for insanity moving pawn

As we all figure out what planet who’s on

Soft silly full methodical

Unknown destiny, one prodigal

Challenging freedom, watching

Wash inside intense gone zing

Gape flesh unanimous fault

Speak right try sip into salt

Melody music is raw, radical

Hands together, slipping God practical

Every waking moment by

Seeing not one who knows why

Touching the unfeeling fear set in

Going down, caught in a trap within

Mind power conquer the absurd

Figure it out each and all word

Midway, let the dream be free

Following creature inside of me

Tranquility stopped mile back

Future position is what I lack

Stressed out, complication spit it out

Thought didn’t make sense to shout

Only a soft and easy other being

Bend time so I’ll be leaving

This blossom has withered away

The blue cry to the sky

Oh, boy blue, why do you cry?

When the sky is way high

It is too sad to say good-bye

Without flowers in winter

All the trees are just splinter

And brown makes me frown

Why there are gardens underground

A whole world, no hope, no sound

I cry for the sky

The blue cover to lie

Lay still, sweet boy

As you grow into your toys

Toys to play with every day

Toys always tend to say

The sky is blue

The trees are brown

The grass is green

But the wind, the wind

Makes me see why

My eyes clearly bleed on me

Catch this if you can

Wondering images in unknown land

Transpiring in sequential territory

Time is the main things who is ignoring

How many are on the other side?

Here it told falling, well, I tried

Blind in each and every way

Confused trial, don’t want to play

Path desired not but to sleep

Will it sneak up behind as it creep?

Gracious period never lost a chance

Wondering eyes forward into a strange dance

Place all across the board

Lines run out, we can’t afford

By the fish lose the sea

Life has problems, stop believe

Trace the lost pile on top

Waste in growth, start finish rot

Intergalactic faulty contraption

Motion not yet continue my inaction

No matter what, life keeps going

All around the river remains flowing

Chosen by a being beyond the sky

Fortune stands into growth, not sigh

Waging a battle among the stars

Only you can come to figure who you are

Together yet alone, taking me this far

On a travel to second coming of one

Bring us closer, ending it to be done

What began long ago started back

Mislead generation with all to lack

Intelligence can’t outwit the truth

From above bow down and boost

Zipped mouth never to let it out

A shut-up teller near a big waterspout

Created mystery in myth foreshow

Movie watchers I only want wind to blow

Sand bottom can rock the cradle

A slope to terrify even Cain and Abel

Light a candle to keep it lit

Never moving down but up seems fit

Eye of the sun staring among sludge

Our bodies do everything but budge

Collapse not to build a gross amount

Stuck and liquefying at last surmount

Slow to reconcile the dust particles

It was made the drew-out lost ventricles

No open shaft to let the air out

Alcohol warmed the salt so we shout

Scream to top off our lungs alone without

Please cherish the mix that didn’t conform

This Christian saw it all completely norm

Not used properly but accurately bored

His chalk is too small to fit into a lord

No time remaining

This life is hazing

Fire rising from ashes

Soul pretty eyelashes

I don’t need you anyway

What is your problem?

Pure aren’t you supposed to be

Cataclysmic trial reason

Tribulation death to overcome

My loss, your loss, knowledge

Able to get out now, go for it

Run for your life before it gets worse

Scan, search progressiveness

Convey surveillance on top the past

Step down, little one, writing

Spiral door coming in all direction

Ruin lay beneath my feet

Decimate creative origin losing

Where did you come from?

Smells exactly like it should

Where you are now bed of flowers

Listen up, crying shame, I blame you

You caused all this forgotten memory

Awaken from the dream called life

Spirit set in deep enough, ending strife

Many complications present problems

’Cause choosing direction spreads our limbs

Of course the track is unsteady and windy

Balance is necessary to find roots in Trinity

A patched-up work only learning to try

Stretching hearts expanding yet staying the same size

Wishing a fish to be caught and released

As the mad puzzle comes without the deceased

Free will a mass of objection

Suffer not to intimate rejection

Found a mature nature alive and real

To what extremes our bodies can feel

Rocking it out from bottom to top

The table turns, making my thoughts stop

Latent period to regress us all

Complexes rise up where shadows fall

Creeping body come lay in bed

Perplex magnitude inside my head

Staining the eyes of skin bloodred

Feeling nothing but lost among dead

Bearing witness to all this dread

Imagine wickedness always to be said

So take it in and consume the bread

Color it pretty for in us we are fed

By a taunting demon, freedom is led

Them pulling out wishes by being bled

Cry for the lost in us tears are shed

Guilty always the right crime they pled

Pages fell out as the unit was read

Closely examine love before you wed

Or else again life will come round and we’ll not be here instead

Your story came unto me like a magnetic attraction, make believed into some other region that was explored before this time

The ancient texts spoke of a thing called the string within it all

A midcurve slanting the far corners of space

Sound takes chaos a long time to catch up with it

Fluid transition between space and time see here

Come back to me, I miss your beating soul

For one to become a tune within itself reach out

To say hello, the person at the door is not nice

Stay away from he who dare approached without law

I have one to give you, it not is mine before I saw

Angels and demons glistening on the moon

Gargoyles behind the movable statues

That’s what I thought

Fields overlapping the dome exterior touch the negative mineral

Black in texture, soft to the eyes

Destroy a fire with water

Safe and sound universe

Complicated memory function

Not knowing how is it next

Spots of glory behind lies

Figure it out before we dies

Come to , don’t stop breathing

Chances are there for us

Far from home with trial

Fear and worry absorb loss

Mistaken heart to find a way

To another type of living

All along, a second is just beginning

As signs just us by

Too close for comfort

Never a last resort

Be straight and narrow

For we need nothing else

Congruent misplacement unwise

To all the paths taking tries

Symbolism toward a new guide

Open mind, ready for a long ride

Piercing stage with eyes so many

Posing a transformation, fatal if any

Subsidize this worldly origination

Its constant moment never one station

Playing among stars below

Drifting clouds lying on snow

Encounter true belief and sneak

It is only allowed for just a peak

Chance taken slow, then headstrong

Obey and follow where we all belong

Wide variety mixing off love

Sitting in that tree here and above

Look too far, then arrive plain alone

The magic stands in a haunting crone

Dark path in due time, set torch

For a wall of flowers rest his porch

Crystal clear beyond the sun

Bright pathway picking up wise

Open awake to not-so-gloomy summers

Sweet symphonies blow forth on lovers

Priceless entity smarten never be late

The air blow through a rainy fate

We are about to die together forever

Come with me, I’ll show you the way to never

Land directly in the same spot twice

Lightning strikes in the clouds to come Christ

Death is an act of creation

Past is behind ancient walls

Cathedral steps and catacomb halls

Before it became exactly where it is

Ahead, ing a vanishing this

Forgiveness plays mellow womb

Ending inside the program is soon

Too much cut with each slice, new

Presence lingers as a raven call caw

Out to the endless ship, paradise cost

How much do I need to be able, lost?

A center grows in me allied person

Chances are search began an aversion

Yes, although remedies are for school

This one gets away covered times whom

Play hide-and-seek till we miss

Ever knowing they leave as their coming

Branches, bone dry, my ship is sailing

To worship, then fight to live, I kiss

The air, ground, cloud, bloodshed, and fears

There is my ever and I her Adam evermore

Destination Known

Path told wisely and bold

Fruits of labor thankfully old

Desire future regains alliance

No annihilation of territory

Every person can say a story

Withdrawal for change inhabitant

Same but differing from an infant

Cataclysmic falsehood of identity

Purpose equals numbering insanity

A plague pavement on the way

Sharp edge to come out to play

Most minuet sense of cause

Before or now is how it was

Tilting axis, ing novice

Vision sets in, trying to rob us

Interwoven dream in a dragon’s layer

God will come to answer our prayer

Timeless entity breathing sun

End it; stop to only have just begun

It has been gained and is in my reach

I grasp all at this moment, shattering forth

Breaking the surface, I see myself in everyone else’s mirrors

This place is resilient enough to extract nothing and begin nothing

If none can, I will, and discomfort will set up for the rest of you the lowlifers

Scumbags of nutrition as if their brain were distilled in gel can it get better

Crack open their skulls and what you will find

Is a place be midst its own salvation undiscovered

Laid back again, control is no longer in their hands

This year’s I’m-the-loneliest-person-to-live award goes to

Me, the all that I am and the ever-reaching search for the beauty and sacred

If of course it is supposed to be that way for a reason

Examine a diamond and there is what you will see

I have become transformed into endless light like none other

My smile shrouds nothing from me and look at my senses

Growing farther into the future, holding every feeling

Thinking of what made me and how we work

Not like a mechanism to objectify or destroy

Will I undergo the sacrifice he made for me or will I succeed underneath?

Like the roots pulling to get my feet moving from one place to another

This inching step of seconds will attack so fast its sends me way up high

Jumping battleships drifting away in my hot air balloon soon

Make me a comic so I can show where the rest of knocked-down doors are

Come to me and I will send you on a quest to Western culture

Eastern patterns and ancient dialogue spoken by they whom speaketh not

Little did they know about the evening glow of sun and moon

The box holding my head is flattening out besides fortune

Talking from above or below, which have I found messing around

In sonic devices to let in it is today and tomorrow has been slain

What will happen to the mystery unfolding before our very eyes?

I saw an alien out back, one

I can’t ignore

It gave me something, I have become no longer alone or afraid

Fears waits behind the cold glass shivering in the darkest ice regions of space

Thaw my frigid pose, my mistakes have not grown dusty from overuse

There is still a chance for the rest of us to catch up with evolving into its essence

It will be the death of you, best laugh while the reaper builds its nest in our soil

Lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my will to keep if this me my one takes

Silly, she left me and why we can’t ignore the sense of what we have overcome

This came from me when I woke from the sleep, there was only me and you

Watching from each direction I saw nothing but complexion of the latest strife

An onset memory I can reckon from Getaway into the gap of paths and here is found

An undying delivery waiting at magical mansions, take notice and beware

Dabbling unraveling caution ensnares the holy protector of should recognize

Tear my heart and shine through the darkest jungle I camp, expecting them to come

Wicked live wonder amazement

Treachery yields dying soul forecast

Look behind for not so much resentment

All the way to a last-minute rain forecast

Work undeniable dream can’t just tell

The weather makes me feel not so well

Unbelievable power on a windy day

Imbedded rocks move my world of clay

Luck run out and fall fast first

Closing a face inside the past worst

Stomach eruption plagues us all

Memory adjustment killed our ball

One dimension to the next

This life is more than hexed

Twinkling on a dead flower

God take control of my power

Enchanting meadow fortify love

Lose not want loss so absurd

Super wondering, eye watching

Sinking deep in dark nights

He will slip into a crazed state

Wash off, making a clear slate

Fear not the mind’s glimpsing whys

Future is meant bedded in our souls

Family comes without boring outcries

Fate plays time’s game, loving personal roles

Figuring it out is all the best of living

Freedom rings at the top of our lungs

Fortunate to give in thoughts, soaking sponge

Finishing last doesn’t matter, it’s sending

Fast messages across a data screen

Fantasy never spills out anything mean

For missing places dries a wet rock

Fun sneaks out to enjoy this ticktock

Fasten your seat belt it’s a bumpy ride

From around danger, life won’t hide

Freaks of nature are nice and real

Forget about ever slipping on a banana peel

Finally we are saved by a wheel

Forgiveness specialized in knowing how to feel

Imposed responsibility every day

Tell it much there isn’t much to say

Complications on the forefront

A never-ending cause happens not

Journey past the thought of why

Look clear imperfect not in a lie

Shot out by a barreling force

Will it begin to one-time change course?

Mislead the action built a time

Listen simply music of a wind chime

Four corners of the world arise

Antennas receiving all and wise

Direct traffic leaves it to be

Instead, get into it so all can see

Drop down out of the past

Slow hope down, then speed up fast

Finish What You Started

Gather the materials you will need

The journey is at a slow speed

Then we forget that we haven’t left yet

To where we are going or time has spent

We trace the distance to wonder good-bye

And travel to new beginnings, trying to find

Opening decay, the death has no time to delay

Feel it grasping in quick, things are not this way

Always going end to end

Mystery has a thin man

Hiding gems and diamonds

Will they come and find us

Beckoning to the sky I might

Speak like a flower in time

Dreams of lotus petals are through

Cosmic gateways for the few

Adrenaline panic, a tear drops my eye

Under a hope of love that I will not die

The young feel immortality to their side

Waters calm and clean rush open wide

Erosion of their souls must become old

But until then, we have to be very bold

Our example, every one of us knows

That God on earth is white as snows

Until tomorrow I will borrow

Just a bit of your sorrow

From being inside believing

He waits for his day of seeing

Revolutions circling around us

What we create between others because

Fate is not destiny, choice has a voice

To give freely and rejoice

Come back to me, memory

Where time falls away at the knees

It has no longer been make-believe

The whole thing is inside, mixing outside

Thank you, God, for every day I am alive.

I come from a land down under

People sing out in the pouring rain

Like they know the treasurer’s blunder

To become a love inside a one train

Sacrifice virtue, the fight drives on

Chalk outline, abort a mission, less brain

Mind control kills the devil’s playground

Crash and burn my expression

The car runs through the wall

Peeling out the destruction real

Wondering what horoscope got it

Messed up drunkards alive at the Acoustics

Coffee Houses play in the stands

Forgotten in motionless wildering

Smile on a lost ion for being

Purpose is but final considering fate

Moving predestination point taken late

Here for another and sleep silently

As sounds are place on a wall perfectly

Always both sides out of reach to meet

Can’t get to you falling far to creep

Freak opinion coming to us by others

The chance is bearing down to set in

A wish but gone, forgetting the sequence

If anything is good, let me receive immense

Greening summer of meadows moonlight

Sold itself to away, dead from sight

A buried love share the flower’s sympathy

Repugnant alive weather bruises photography

I am courageous, diving into tomorrow

Deny what work in progress there I follow

With this choice of leaves falling up high

Here fading distances cover, cold nets cry

Alas, the falling branch sways to hit

Bark as mossy covers embed a miss

The cold rocky and lush surround

Whistling winds snap them down

A twist of fate wondering steady

The blooming caught until ready

When heat warms unfrozen ice

Shadow still lingers there to entice

Realization comes to a conclusion

This reality is not an illusion

I bear witness to its expectation

A second time to reach creation

Of what, you may ask is it for

Sheer benevolent forces to ignore

Tediously maneuvering each pawn

When tomorrow has no other dawn

Sincere enough to lend me their ear

Digressing from the real point so near

Will time exit into and back out?

Pulling down every scream and shout

Maybe lady luck is smiling in its fate

Knowing all too well, it will not be late

Nor does the sad man cry too rejoice

To be solitary in making his choice

Given water to drink, life ticks on

While underneath sleeps the fawn

Partly because nature’s intention

While they discover a usable invention

Blame our myths falling into the sky

To play another day without love’s why

Let dimensions take the same step

And not leave it up to the rest

Valliant their attempt may be

But third person claims history

Motivation annihilation

This place is the first destination

Gone Tomorrow, Gone Today

Travel destiny inept wheel

Can help it is how I feel

Change my mind in welcome

I did wrong but here’s the wisdom

Togetherness calms our wild

Sensing abroad in an uplifting child

Cancel what verse was said

It’s mad, completely out of your head

Who are me and this are two

How come the delay, that’s true?

Missing you only we can tell

Down to the sides beneath a well

Powering force of Jesus Christ

Heal my wounds, a pray till the last

Sanctify my blessing abundantly

Show certainty of nature intimately

Creation sits in your hands and Word

It is true belief in everything I’ve heard

To worship is to love your name alone

Majesty pinpoints exact replicate home

Ancient wonder touching my eyes

It is you who opens up the skies

Father and Son, together forever

Eternal sanctuary on towers closer

Clouds lifting, ing by my side

Birth is yours to take on a mighty ride

Going beyond a chariot of fire

I am here in faith, touching your wire

Here is the starting

Down, there is the stopping

Where you go is your own time

Succumb back to gravity

Enough is even though another

Welcome to immortality

You beings will die now

Death is only the beginning

ing by the microwave

Never to arrive late

For goodness we sake

to forget it

When we all forget it

The miles in us

Between all this

Comfort comes in normal

Fragments of outer place

Here where the angels sing

Here where we sit alone waiting

For hope to arrive in death

End this beloved sadness

Distant life I’ll never know

Slow something comes when the mind blows

An inlet for experience following evermore

A boy sitting dreaming of triumph

Pressure bursts open will not be enough

Cataclysmic gliding boom to follow

Ears ringing from atop the mountain

Soul pours out like a fountain

Disaster yet not without more

A further chance in a place

All in all a mirror image face

Line down the middle of everything

Cover my world so there is no seeing

This creature will never be leaving

As raindrops fall into new believing

Thanks to what we’ve become

Let us or me pray for future love

ing behind the lying tree line

A track unseen soaked in wine

The clearing is there but soon far

Just see tenderness, it’s free of charge

Like a simple breath of fresh air

It’s meant to be beyond compare

Come to , find the key

Unlock a seemingly long mystery

Backtrack memories distant awaking

Green paths a vault of believing

A wary spirit light at heart

Will he ever be together, not apart?

Some side balance walking on a log

Hold his hands out to help clear our fog

When I am being the best, I try to win you over

To gain from me as if I gained from you another

More or less, the message is clear connection

Relative to me, you are not close to feeling memory

Behind closed doors and in front of sleeping eyes

A broaden spectrum rests to eventually uncover

Scenery stricken the walls, crumble down barriers

Desire the not wanted, get rid of where it came from

You just got around the first corner in paradise

Now you seek the next experiment to test me

I see where I am wrong

I can do something about my problems

Rise above indirectly out of proportion

Manage to resemble anything less than ordinary

The subject is consequence, control, coincidence

The object is dignity, damnation, destruction

See clearly the reason behind my actions

With these outcomes will be unvaried

Odds weigh heavily to the right away from I into

The goal is to subdue and grant a way of totality

Since playing around with remorse and guilt

Motivated even the irony to get back into the gamer

Just that, the circle of truth, the tree of knowledge

Frictionless meaning more factual examples get near

Alas, the wind is trying to keep up and slow down

Underneath the sands of slumber reside all gates

Peacefully accomplice to underground likeness

The Earth is demonstrating reality except lack of

Too close in twisting the broader picture is touch

Noticing it wider than creation has ever been from yesterday

The likeness in your eyes I make out the way for worn

Taking loose the rope grips of your mind and heart

Perfect perfection sorry to ask and get back later remind me

Please I forgot, so tell me where I have done wrong

So I may cancel the progress and enter the wasteland

Treacherous guide stay away I follow myself road distant

There is nothing where the calm storms open up

Bring dark scene of shadow rain all the way down

Spoken the sky cries out loud to miss you once

Kill you twice or more the focal point is where

Where is the vanishing from within external outside?

Look closer get smaller where can the last stop keep

On the molecule of atomic energy centered finest

Here is my large or small old and new dream relate

Swing run until you drop alive where you come from

Sinking into the depths of friction

Emotional breakup is his mission

Can’t resist but give in to surroundings

Stuck at home here is your grounding

Backtrack trouble, bring it down

Thirsty vengeance on who is found

Territory in regional sections abolished

Pointing wonders to my astonished

Lack of respect without fulfilled mind

Only dreams are here to help us find

Sit completely still

Hear sounds of silence

Whisper to the wind

It is this life we’re in

Reoccurring anomaly

Paradise sanctuary

Home stares straight

Don’t be late

Come to see

Leftover debris

Impossible I’m lost in love

For now the lay

Given you are from me

And those I want to be

Those destroyed in his reign

As simple thoughts our pain

I don’t have to be the one

But forever I want to be

Humankind will be the same

Pillars lit, the world in aim

Spiraling over delay

For now they lay

Spiraling over delay

For now they lay

Doors nailed shut on the other side

Shallow water seems so deep and wide

Travel becomes a distant parallel

From coming by caught as a love spell

Lost dosage of reality we can’t feel

And pray another day as I begin to kneel

Unknowing how to mix it all together

’Cause were falling down slow like feathers

Your number’s up, it’s time to give in

Don’t quit yet for it nears destined

Find your way out

Choose an alternate route

Rewrite existing clean

A young immature teen

Nature clasps down

The answer shortens

Risk all

Take nothing

Opposite ends

Are rubbing

Weight up to scale on me

It’s not clear and quite uneasy

Slope on Utopian winters

Thick spine sharp flat splinters

Wide variety answers yes

Let’s go halfway to know

I’ll set use of us on you

Without cream into galaxy

Nebula forest, dark and white

Move shape out of sight

Do it right beside a minute

Second underplay can’t finish

Imperative complication notion

Move it faster than a tortoise

Famous cloth in denial

Walk forth, clear the miles

From the time I

There was the one ender

Always beginning to try

Loss of moment can he fly

Got soaked until it dried

, lost access denied

When hope was granted

Wild soon became slanted

Not failed but destroyed

Put down at last, I feel toyed

Insight speaking to find a way

Figuratively, this object I pray

Come closer to me where waters flow

Chance my dream from high to below

Try to take the pain away

Clear the end and bring delay

Something to strive forever

It can only be born once before

I took the last step onto a never

Opening twice then closing the door

Thought is dry as a sand bottom

With nothing to take my soul rotten

Live a lie and don’t look back

I only wish for a little slack

Release the tension climbing

Bruises hold tight, mixing, finding

Then one day the dead walk the earth

Wake up to a new, it won’t be the first

Transpire heaven’s gate closed

Hell is a deadly sharp rose

Green lights shining the way

Desiring only what tempts delay

Time sneaks in and breaks in pieces

Then love rounds the corners on faces

A true revealing direct pattern wins

Yet wonders every nighttime sin

Handle what would creep in your sight

Life’s chopped fantasy is on whose fight

All but our own to freedoms

Then the texture softens the temple kingdoms

Building inside a hard road and scared

Lines meet on ing levels still scarred

Each word is there for us yet we don’t see

Receptors in our ears cannot listen clearly

It all had to come to life, then slowly die

For being born again shapes every reason why

Giving a work in progress a chance for me

Off the edge of this place, it’s you I see

Waiting for all to come appreciate hellos

’Cause good-byes can last forever because it’s you who knows

Another mistake another choose

Is there anything you can lose?

Denial of the fittest reach

Listen to slurs and mumbled speech

Hurry, time make this faster

Cruel intentions aborting disaster

Chasing the dragon inside of us

Zero tolerance acts because it must

Not seeing me is better not knowing

Where I come from or been showing

Accuse me, for sure it always should

Blown over like pathways, it could

Step on a dime every coin flips

Break open a battle taste slips

Flood gates removed instead get out

Communicate nothing, to anyone’s shout

Scream your heart out, death is near

Creeping up to say hello, you fear

I feel a seemingly comfortable rejoicing in all grace

Flash in the pan; trigger the response of his eyes

A crayon writes the name, crooked but it’s all tries

He wonders outside, letting nature tell that this is one

Rushing, entering, sensing, capture by the bounds of fun

Control happens later, for now not knowing time is gone

or seek what was the first memory in dawn

For him, it is taking a bath in his grandmother’s sink and mother

Moving forward onto wheels of freedom, world’s cycle

Looking at his strap on shoes, miles extend from a van’s window

Deep into green and brown eyes a reflection starts to bestow

Like momentarily waking and going back to sleep

Reason with life’s traumatizing discovery he sobs, weeps

The cold wet sandals scare him on the walk back home

Entering to where people, the learning system, have a tone

A trouble drew creating resentment of why this jut works

Many birthday cakes and cotton candy living on a ride of quirks

Grab hold of bicycles, video games controller, and go-karts

First-grade kiss, his favorite shirt, walking by a library of arts

Surprising ability of first-place award winning Dr. Seuss book cover

Keep becoming an artist as he puts out the fire, turn the page over

Every day is the edge of most

Table turns from what has begun

Never to deny the part of home

Alone and small hem them for all

Grow but bestow the intelligence

Weakened body only to be whole

Come along retrieve inner kingdom

It seems clear to fall above it all

Strands of waves around the other

The tasteless point of no exposure

Increasing moment known to heart

Fantasy is but one living simile

Comparing the use of judgment

Before harmony must be resentment

Done twice never break this ice

Thawed out by an oblivious ray to one

It will be here forever and now

A world mixing simple next below

Quick as time to come, love it all

The race is slow but it will be one

To instill patience in the hearts of many

Tricks won’t set you free

My translation is just I see

A dreamy part subparallel

Below the hump let’s foretell

Straight coming up my way

No future crisis in delay

A moment set sail

Take me away from hell

The longest of days and worst of nights

Halt, who enters willingly beyond Earth and stars

Recovery of a misadventure echoes into new cars

Moving by, along a fixed getaway, this is what I am

Unwinding in the dead of night before another cram

Memory acting like it has done something to it

Vocal cord symphonies splendor to dare see just it

Challenging everything from nothing the book declared

This is not to be ignored or tampered before shared

My balance sticking to the factual weighs both worlds

Odds and evens, blacks and whites, boys and girls

Disembodying myself, anything can be revealed

Openly going where no person hasn’t concealed

Can only begin from the landing point, go ahead

Parables relative encircle unknowns to bid farewell

Because life amid living here is heaven and hell

Glory in all its magnitude spreads a virtual cosmos

As the counterpart was built to sustain the chaos

Relax when breathing becomes so shallow for gain

Thinking twice, dying conscious beckons, remain

When darkness fails to lose the sight of the light

When sadness still puts up a very meaningful fight

When strangers appear numerously from beyond

When realizing just how off can turn back on

When keeping importance said it is, to me

When blue and red mixed so we all can bleed

When the stages were easier in the big game

When objects did just themselves and rearrange

Thinking once in time, we are not alive, remaining

Sacred skin holding me in

Chance notices destined

Boarding ship, two pence

Make me complete sense

Put it all together with no hope

Worship it not knowing what they mean

Sticking around gravity smoking rope

A messed-up air without all the protein

Alien forces focused on our planet

But not one person takes time to examine it

Dead bodies everywhere

Inside my dreams to share

Communication speed up now

You doubted me I don’t know how

Light at the end is coming your way

Control is easy now we can go play

Spotted skin, poking needles in

You’re caught in my cross fire, your caged pin

Freedom did nothing for examine it true

Fact fell apart in this big game of clue

Dead bodies everywhere

Inside my dreams to share

Communication speed up now

You doubted me, I don’t know how

Whispering sounds of a ghost

Spreading through your voice the most

The safest place where we are wet

Keeps the fire low for this is preset

Choice taken to the new millennium

One beholds all power within our kingdom

Created as a child caught in a storm

It is happening now as one door takes form

Dead bodies everywhere

Inside my dreams to share

Communication speed up now

You doubted me I don’t know how

Makes us stay

We will always be

Never able to see

Just low-lying bees

Flower atop a curse

Hope for the worse

Arrive when time meets

Front row, low seats

Open up, close down

Mentor our way around

Among a flood of us

Touches laying the trust

Clenched fist, frozen solid

Strong power under weaken

Coward mind trapped in paradise

Save us someone else

You opened the book, so close it

Given the amount of pages

This play is in very slow stages

Informative actions take place beneath mainstreams

The source of confrontation lies directly ahead

Where the speaking renounces the thing we call love

Entrapped attempts to weaken outside unearthed

For we are not sentimental to distraction of will

A crude jester becomes mistaken by solved remedy

In case of danger, ward off all enemies and revisit

Ultimately looking at things from a clear getaway

Seeping into content of being here, blame exists

Gathering your hope, the strife blares on do not resist

Which way for the truth of expectancy and relations

Intent climbs to the top of every query or subject

Dysfunctional misplaced a current hold still moment

The wanderer takes aim and shouts, “Justify me”

Take me in steady surrounding collapsing in closed

Signals shot up into the sky for a crosshair of a second

Tipsy and not approached by many, destiny takes hold

Focus, dear child, for there is so much left to behold

Sizzling raptures done and gone, rejoicing we are all dead

Like a paper airplane shot down with a rubber band

Plentiful captures of bewildering senses into unknown mists

Whirling out of control where teachers calmed the surface

Plain enough to see the air flowing through me means you

Everyone in the picture connected by the sheer unmistakable impulse

We are all attached to something or someone distinctly formatted

What crawls from these hills, a nature of sanctimony shedding

A distortion playground for observers to it by tempting

Trick is to stay alive to the bitter end, remaining solid

Roots cannot spread until the seed is grasped

Calm soothing century of everlasting dreams in me

An irresistible bounty the world portrays for network’s hold

While the lights turned out, all the energy was drained

Earth drained away the sorrow the grief challenged to wield

The strength to carry on after happening feeling and loose

Uncommon to regular breakage truth of dreams can hear

Influencing by others called persona driven by fate

I call the testimony of so many before and search for meaning

A way to define divine dignity and repudiation galvanized

By limited access to the ones that matter presuming it is us

Flat number one retaliates, giving in to trying so hard

It is restricting view of who sees me and how we all fit together

Unique individual idiosyncrasies rely on disclosure to processing

Big picture scenario number two parallel to two opposite poles

North reached in unto a whole new horizon not seen yesterday

South then was transformed over a lifelong rectified situation

Occurring over again, steps wizen any prospective nature

Going sideways on a trench marked mirror bad nomenclature

Withstood till now my functions has seized to be synchronized

In order for chaos relenting on how we are not actualized

Put to sleep by the space molding from left to right, East West

Given you have made it this far love has been a futile quest

Only chance can partake in the name resting on identity

Please notice oncoming traffic before stepping out of complexity

Simple to the point contract of information releasing experience

There will be a period arise wavering solutions to problems

As soon as we are done working it out, life will stop at once

Beating surface of meadows moonlight shed my destined watch

Nothing stands in between you and me, timeless tragedy spent

Did I gain blessings and send them back along curious resent

They welcome me as being themselves and managing organization

Afterward the meeting concluded adjourned for denial initiation

Like I have said before unto on the dignity I say forevermore

Games I was a part of creating tossing around fun, can’t ignore

Doing being now hasn’t felt this great mixed with evolved

Victim healed of wounds sentimentally within all around solved

Universe has taken a turn for the worse steering down unknown paths

Degeneration re the corrosion of balanced harmonious wraths

Up to you, up to me, rivers of gold paved our story old relaxing vigor

Listening, pay attention, doers extraordinaire, iring bliss behind

Coming to a close, it was easy to go ahead and pull the right trigger

Welcome come to life, we are here to set forward instead of rewind

Kingdoms that are supposed to be here and stature farther than me

To speak from ancients text thundering nature takes course alive

Must not blacken to nothing amid the flooding paradises

Noise is so immense that like a stars collision, we will all be okay

Intuitive blanket woven to the tip prophetic vision expands a way

In debt of the past resemblance trekking solemn trust of yourself

Material reality stricken by poor execution of in tune harmony

Scattering thoughtlessness decide for everyone, more fused stilts

Set my spark on fire and water build up around me organize Earth’s tilts

Relative standing still under my favorite imaginary tree spread skies

Reaching up the fingering roots grab hold of the ground as toes stretch high

Toe nails grow strong the green fungus photosynthesis into leaves

Prevail synthesizer of life take me apart in the middle bow excellences

Hold on tight, don’t let go, the organism is bound together to us

The nucleus can be found and it will induce an atom filtering the brains

New rejuvenation trickles from the spread surface to the tips printing me

One for all, many to omniscient prisms shines from our skin reflecting

Consuming the torment the boy rose up into the limitless atmosphere

Seeing the distinct barrier between this world and the next meeting

Sighs of relief swam through the black doors in our minds, piercing gravity

Complete schematic interception drove the fluorescent mineral metallic

Raw stand still hearts opened to the answer of why this, why me

The whole house is making sounds the kaleidoscope bubbles over fate

For goodness imperfections were able to construct message that were late

Bringing news of the spirit within the imaginary tree told a story of four people

It was this one when there were no words to describe the music to a total wish

This was where smart men took the wheel and made it move and use a dish

Can’t we believe other people as naive fluctuating day sleepers night walkers?

Units bear fruit intense punctures blossom stringing the frame waking talkers

I mean nothing comes to you asking anything instead of something

The natural reply would be to emphasize crucial areas, not knowing an outcome

If it happens, it will take us with it and remap entire death and existence

Going down is the only way to get up to the top of a center point forming

Contradiction speaks blind to the page manifesting pure resistance

Future tried magnificence splendor in wonder awe the facility

Make the realizations spread over me like waves crushed and on fire

Landing ground the train rolls into the station and the airplane strikes down

The graveyard and wreckage released fastened to a belt, we cooled the drown

Warmed up gigantic Meta communication for pleasure winning more to this

While staring at the broken picture clouds root the visibility of there it is

Wings off a statue movable and shape shifting the line must be crossed

Read the focus of this picture and forget relive fix state compare desire

This is where it comes from and how getting here is easy touches electric wire

Examine memories contents file categories courage dreams fate, fate, destiny

If it was supposed to be this way, we could not make a difference

But local self-reminds me of when control alienated the middle of infinity

Convoluted extraction stood in sync with the claim up is down, no is yes

Challenge has been so far to touch the children without memory of this

Inside there is all the information necessary but must be afforded by measure

What is released and how it is found solidifies any effort to expend the given

Resourceful annihilations base the embracement spirit rising and searching

Traveling heresy and false representation have collision choosing your fortune

Endo logic proportion stay less quality came in all direction as we do conclude

Try not so hard to satisfy yourself

It’s ed at the hip of dysfunction

Adore but worship a steady pace

Input against hope and see infinite

Pick not chosen in accurate description

Gaining it all comes with losing this

To enhance can’t stop the inevitable

Sanctuary under wraps it won’t keep

Last friction notice advancement, stop

Dropped on a time sent without moon

When iration morns quite an illusion

Mislead youth top off my piece

Century encasing held for real

Nothing said, seen, heard, only feel

Miraculous breath of air

Fabulous did good to share

The giver took a dive

Can he reach the other side

Never is this possible

An open field of seeing

Why you want it stoppable

Fear strikes unknown into feeling

Going for the hardest goal

Growing up or take you whole

Staring into shadows of night

A little thing plays the light

Action star not that far

Now shine, but here you are

Made in the likeness of us

Pushed alive ’cause it must

Again you told me before

Twilight comes as you close the door

Misery just us alone together

The voice in you breaks boundaries

We will stay here forever

In the darkest of a star’s memories

Light cannot shine onto our reflection

In shadow of the best one

Rings surround love’s misconception

Pulling closer than space above

Instead of burning eternally

We share the pain of life

No ground can we stand on firmly

Imagine the essence in our sight

Momentum for a distant surface

In bed perfection sleeps

Death cannot hurt us

United soul we gently embrace

Crying forever in our darkest trace

Me, you remain in love with the unknown

Head to toe in blood

Where is there to run

Cast away stopping time

Pushing up and out of slime

Solid grounding shocking part

Ruined belief thou art

Molding toward the face

Want to see another place

Smooth existing sleeping more

What are we fighting for?

Stalemate warping anomaly

Halt this changing monopoly

Misfortune fades away

Temporary fix, please stay

Confused state play out

As crazed sinners shout

Drip tears across my skin

Let my heart reach in

Exemplify the journey ahead

Mistake now or wind up dead

Downwind, touched and freed

Cut open wound, let it bleed

Battle of the senses solid shut

It was there but had just enough

No sunlight on a world apart

Group together sickness cruel art

Timeless entity arise unheard

Mesh a world gone with a word

One Full Moon

Thoughts are your own

Our world is rightly sown

Control a single destiny

Order out minute recipe

Delivering show and tell

Life is encased by a shell

It’s where we belong

Parting is a sad song

Bending shapes into form

Time will calm the storm

A warming in advance

Here’s your second chance

Make-believe born encounter

For you is the announcer

Fit the role as one part

Really everything is in art

When hope is all you have

Dreams are what we grab

Consider the head on your shoulders

Blank out but to be noble

So much is pain before gain

Blackmail me to endure the suffering

Torn between thoughts and wondering

Wait, time to start spinning downward

Shifted clouds now dive up backward

Reverse control mesmerized lonely love

Can it be mine to wield or search up above

Take me, I surrender all empathy to God

I challenge not, but one piece of land I trod

Create me, Master of the universe

So that I may have a presence first

Sorting me way through the dark stumbling

A face appears from a softly lit inkling

Of an eye staring at me, “Which way are you?”

It speaks a single surprise, momentarily blue

Glowing here, take some of my strength

It should be replenished tomorrow, I think

Thirsty minds drink until they’re filled

While uniqueness can deafen another’s thrill

Stand tall now, glow bright from abysmal

Doom is gone with any amount of criminal

Did it for whom, why, what? Distilling lustiness

Come find me when you need me in any case

Hasn’t limbo’s purgatory kept the sane?

Wielder rise from the darkness, do not blame

The best picture just motioned, come closer

Not anything can stop our vibrations

Ignore and be deployed back whence, stations!

Screaming fear strikes static bursts into us

Didn’t have to move, it was already here so much

Adrenaline comparison, hey, we can’t touch

Feel this knocking empower of transform

Unlike dreaming, it is believing in a once norm

Change was empty, then unstoppable no more

Sneaking in for revenge, my opportune end

It will save us all in one corrosive friend

Paradise Switch

A veil is lifted as the sanctuary of life grows from a single amoeba into a world all of its own. At one point in my life, I thought of ways to unlock the secret mysteries of the universe so that I may receive immense wisdom from generations before me. The meaning of the universe could only be explained by the realm of magic and superstitions to me, but there had to be more that I could only wish of knowing. Our special world called Earth is an embrace to all living creatures and molds and changes, according to the higher powers that be. God is thought of as a loving and caring father or mother that executes divine justice. Physically, if one person is true to his or her self, then God lives within the mind and body of numerous people throughout the world. On a spiritual level, I am inclined to share that purity is felt from within and received by adopting a set way of life that is productive to the will of God. Nature is God, mankind is natural as an image from which we were created, and mankind is in control of the gift that he is given.

Patterns exist so that the small picture of our minuet planet can be fitted into the larger schematic in motion. The idea of one person’s daily living can effect the rest of the planet is one that only an almighty being can wield. Human abilities are given so that they can learn and live a simple life, and then over to a new beginning. Heaven can be a place the home creates with a loving family and well balanced psyche, but also living here can feel like hell because our souls are trapped within our bodies until they are set free after death. There is no need to feel scared of death because forgiveness is a key to solving one of the greatest problems of life after death. If you can forgive yourself for your bad deeds or sins if you want to call them, there are greater treasures in heaven for those that achieve a higher virtue to living. Not many can say they like the idea being burned over and over again in a place that a fallen angel wields demonic torture for pleasure.

The proof of soul travelling to the afterlife is thought to be in the garden of Adam and Eve. The Holy Bible holds many stories that echo across the spans of

time, but the real truths are the one that you yourself believe from this. After a long life, I will meet my creator without fear and absolve myself to live again. The possibilities are infinite, but the mentality needed here is to switch paradise from yearning to reach the other side and learn of new existence to living in this one we are given with full vitality. It is the double edged flaming sword of creation in the garden that unlocks the unknown facts about the tree of life. With limited knowledge to what a human brain can be awe struck by, the rebirthing of the soul can also take place in the life we live today. Be true to yourself and make every attempt to achieve your dreams and goals will happen for you

The ending of my imagination

Paranormal slit in time

Shaping our emotions of slime

Create but swallow the spit

Webbed cocoon topped omit

False cure rage the storm

Sleeping at night in all warm

Here it comes and fly away

Not so much to your dismay

A stubborn belly tearing up

Never will you have enough

Tangling vines catching air

Roll down, pour snowy hair

Full but not quite empty

Forever young, keep virginity

Backup stand for tomorrow

Stretch slight release the blow

Immobilize the system falling

Gone to bed, heard the calling

It is true, illness kills the heart

Wake up tomorrow where I start

A dead chance on moments lost

Wish he was here and time had crossed

Living forsake my hidden fate

Set out and never be too late

Drown the sighs without breathing

Slow behind, when is my leaving?

For in time there is healing

Reality’s control of how we’re feeling

Can I be denied the sense?

Away to become for past tense

ed beyond reason and why

Give it in, will he have a try

Dear God, your one and only

Listening to farther than me

Mistake choice, let it ring

Poor enough as the sad sing

Whimper bear a teller told

Empty out your heart is sold

Stopped up unconditioned

Warm and dry beaten path

Yet again, wrong positioned

Care to give without wrath

A perfect song for birds to hear

I’m sorry it could not begin in appear

Took a long time to close all the books

While everyone stares not-knowing looks

Believe in yourself and miracles happen

The secret string of best friends forever

Little Indian locked away for chief to come

With coconuts and yellow seed one day be green

Grab the rope and fall in the mud

A tug of war opens up countless mistakes

For hating in not knowing the tears of life

Streaming rivers down my face

It will never be another bad case

Empty dreams on a moonlit ocean

Waves crashing the rocks down

Molding that beautiful smile upside

And catch a glimpse of a world apart

Crying my soul to the center of our heart

Dark acid float digital sand pixels

Listen to signal of sound pointing you further

Dreams come to live imagining it is pure

Fill empty sit aloud

Endless situation in the crowd

Sleeping dream alive inside

Dead for now, help me hide

Beneath the grass under the trees

Pullen heart weak in my knees

Overtaking activity brain chemical mess

Lying again, I must just now confess

Instantaneous preposition blown across

Wanting only to hello their boss

Brief catching, here we are

Out of reach but not that far

Soldier among perfect weight

Challenging body I have to take

Glory be the days of the rest of our lives

Dark angels waiting to be bright spiritual knives

Swiftly writing by the universe

For one came far away and said the verse

Put it into place to save the human race

Watching it unwind us he says a line

Point of creator echoing outer space

The stars were made from one

Fourth time around the sun

Let it in and be so ever graceful

Politeness always solves beastful mentality

Battling chamber touching pinpoints

Black soul, gray to white anoints

Holy deity surrounds my heart

Protect the assured chosen part

Curve appeal always on the mind

Worrisome habit come and find

Be at mercy in the face to love

Listening is the most important to keep clear

Everyone else has answers, nothing fear

The greatest mind adventurer growing up

Where is he at and who’s inside his head?

Bad enough to end up must

For nothing arrives unspoken like dust

A short slope toward hope and desire

Watch out the window, seeing fire

Placing fingers into movement absorb love

Sentient being here to what we become

Closed shut by the rest of hearing

Wonder why this comes to swearing

Peeling away into a dream, real and free

Awake and stopping, forcing us to be

Forgotten in motionless wildering

Smile on a lost ion for being

Purpose is but final considering fate

Moving predestination point taken late

Here for another and sleep silently

As sounds are placed on a wall perfectly

Always both sides out of reach to meet

Can’t get to you falling far to creep

Freak opinion coming to us by others

The chance is bearing down to set in

A wish but gone, forgetting the sequence

If anything is good, let me receive immense

How many times have you seen it by and by?

Countless entering, wanting to give a last try

Pouring sweat to simply second best feel dry

And dirty from surfing down the muddy hill

Sleigh bells in snow empty out your belly’s fill

Prodding destiny with a fork stick to last resort

Our small forts shadowing the sand yet short

Material combine acted out but not rehearsed

Come heal the people pull forward living nursed

Tap your toes and kiss the blind storm and shake it

Find a heavenly place where everything seems to fit

Point taken exactly wrong to ace the way out

One super slammed controller broken to be stout

Show the way one never-ending sleep and a trickle effect

Pricked combs near a lower level with ascending dialect

Sit still for it will only take a second attempt

To turn a circle slightly right, to ignore it because it’s bent

Entering my world with full heart

Your life is so great to be a work of art

Unimaginable beauty to always tell

Seeing you forever makes me feel perfectly well

Make it stay till the end of the world

A center in me rising out like a pearl

Dull moments seize to be

Just looking in your eyes I see

Connections farther than we’re in

Reaching souls haven’t forgotten

Brought together weird

Strange persons with no beard

Smiling faces mask intense ion

An unseen care holding out for reaction

A far reach with much to gain

It doesn’t hurt us when it rains

King and queen, funny witch and wizard

One day we’ll fly not down but upward

Hold out for me because I always love you

The best is yet to come for we’ll make it through

Set the scene for me

Point to prod, not stops

Gain a tear in shape

No peace, just distance

Ahead rewind, play me

Did it all enhancing dream

Scary thought to think

Respond okay help thee

Inside or behind us

Singled out for your trust

Mortality falter

Your tomb was altered

Don’t hover too long

Order by air has arrived

Head to be the clouds

Body and soul, the ground

One for each home

Can I be alone?

Waking tremble from the start

Beyond meaning where thou art

Coasting century’s torn cracks

Misdemeanor landing unknown facts

Staying still for being alive

As falling forward stops our dive

Try to succeed among the freed

Specific wants make what need

Partly because we’re left alone

To find the only place called home

Is there more than speed’s beginning?

For when’s thou came is another ending

Mileage cast aside the nonbeliever

Native heritage gone away, Mr. Chiefs

Closet case put together neatly

Dying comes soon always discretely

Cost discover waiting forgotten memories

Disposal tyranny crafts the eyeing sceneries

Sought out material many and then some

Dropped up to hide behind a mask

Adventure takes motivation for our strong task

Put your job on the line for fear itself

Steering the right way for all the wealth

Only turn around and peer into the dark

Glimpsing by a story who went and told the mark

Landing a straight away in the wrong lane

Behind our day differences want to be plain

Only it has to play out in the way of death

Sanctimony rear not desecration as it sayeth

Exemplified reason noticing every anti-same

Wanting only another being to be the one to blame

Journey to the center of the Earth

Beg to differ, this boring appearance came first

Truth and blasphemy versioning called seasons

Defend your homeland or suffer by treason

Worth nothing more than a little piece of tries

End your pain to forgive us all never again to cry

I can’t hope for a better way

Somehow it is slow for today

New words to use again something

All along I cut the time still wishing

Work comes out so easy but I only

Imaging a new life not so lonely

Splice like paper airplane

Wipe clean down the windowpane

Steer to a final open circumstance

Heart to keep and soul to lance

Trickle effect seeping by my side

There is more I only want to hide

Stay deep in warmth and love

Comfort sets in skin deep

Motion sickening my path above

Place me right where I keep

I walk down the hall at work and whistle

This day I want can be beauty in a thistle

Meaningful enough, happiness sets in

From a long time ago, words sequencing to blend

I am me, you are another range of experience

Imagining how to live through this deliverance

Take me away far beyond the corners of this planet

A com tells shadow entities which way is set

Predisposed by nuclear fallout the war grabs hold

Consuming life’s most precious compliments told

Death ensnares our hearts into giving in too much

So the faces watch iring or lusting, let’s touch

Clapping, smacking, oh no answers to lost prayers

Dimension overlapping across alternative layers

Motioning, the leader proclaims ’tis this way out

A key will unlock it, envision a fountain’s spout

Glimmer in majestic water clear and soothing

Desire hardens as the brain begins bruising

Retrieving anything holy out of love defies

All odds, outlandish as entering other tries

In there beside me is one ghost to mention

Bear it be not okay or fine with dissention

So cry a river of boredom on top of snowcaps

Melting oblivion sanely post this message, all caps

Please do not respond for I will be gone to the moon

Floated away on change, my soul attached by balloon

The string never met the ground only a sigh for a try

Losing is so much better than winning, no ability to fly

Forget about it way over yonder hills in this life

Where is he? I cannot find him anywhere, that light

Well, once centuries ago a shrew came up to see how

Amazed as a social outcast, material rained

Fortune is all the same for the unknown voiced opinion

Thunked by a bat on my birthday, flying night dominion

Will today be for me or for someone else like you

Or the taming of the shrew ’cause we have nothing to lose

Give it all up for a bag of dust and cry to spread some joy

Welcome to where our brains are in our hands, oh boy

Right now, my hands are covered in gooey madness

But soon, yes, not so long they will be just a mystery

When this blessing fell through my heart

Back up history

Bottle of perfection

You show me much affection

Cold touch on the wind

You put me in the shape I’m in

Memory’s lost illusion

Where is life’s big reunion

Shifting sand of wrong

It us and who can belong

Listen because it’s here

If only you could appear

Reaching into the depths

Take it in small steps

Losing a vivid image

My heart is near to damage

Testing all your faith

Hope it is not too late

Water spilt then dry

This is me, I can’t cry

Weeping mind

Only dream of finding time

Will you ever be so kind

Hold the door for me

Weekend to how extreme

A crumb soaked in gleam

Make it be unknown

Fun is half the finding

Tapeless future keeps unwinding

Shipwrecked plane

Perilous journey undertake insanity

Fever to arise a new discovery

Ran out of comfort

To grow down the center

Fall above hell’s soft winter

Prickly skin

Be small for me but keep it all

Short grass, please grow so tall

Turn it round about

His heart is there, yet it is stout

Quite a perspective above the trees

Liking, soaring higher than the unseen

Daring extreme for once in a lifetime

Just so easy to be a treacherous climb

Locking up near heightening senses

Keep out but venture across fences

Tres on everyone’s land

Do it alone without another’s hand

Falling deep within the air

Only wanting to be able to share

A path chosen within a choice

So unheard to hear your voice

Softly spoken above the clouds

We’re always in front of a wide crowd

Reacting illusion close your eyes

Breathe deeply to forget all the cries

Conquering a mountain built inside

Then journey farther, take the long ride

The sun is clear to light your way

Seeing more remains a moment away

Shine through, me love of my life

Set sail on this never-ending ride

Aboard a spaceship with aliens

To take me and you to infinite play lands

We will be the male and female

To represent the entirety who fell

From heaven one gloomy rainy day

Conquering, colliding force’s left way

The dead can see through our eyes

As we go above limitless skies

Each experience revolving sun

Music rings our relative walk then run

Connecting back and forth our present

Be sure of whom you are before we forget

The mystery involved in all this

Magic condemned at creation’s kiss

Used only once but it wasn’t a miss

It hit the bull’s eye dead on target

Shattering the glass encasing star gate

Bear the weight for it is very heavy

Getting up there, we needed levy

Dreaming about this world before

I came into my soul against a door

Is It All Just a Dream?

Or can this really be

Shoes of cloth

Learned then taught

How I ended up here

At this time to appear

Don’t be so afraid of the end

It is not near, let your colors blend

Real defined is what you feel

Groups of pictures on a reel

Look deep at the background

Nature’s imprint is all around

Healing curves waving into me and you

Like an invisible lotus out of the big blue

Reject this paradox and remain lost

Anything can become possible without cost

The price for freedom, treasures, worry, prayer

Thoughts, and little bit of green

Can be viewed through the unseen

Speculate the day

Just please don’t go away

For I love you all and even the antimaterial that doesn’t matter

Currently there are my concerns

I challenge truth to decide

Given the free choice of events

A method of enactment essential diagnosis

Of what must be done and how

Which perhaps can seem involuntary?

The process can slow down or speed up

Likewise time flies when you have fun

Too much of a good thing isn’t good

I exclaim my purpose to not be mine

My dream desire of the reason why

ionate emotion toward function

Can help interrogate authority and justice

Love’s blindness is exempt or is it?

Answering to a divine calling, I am here

Standing on higher ground, nothing

Flung into power, the simulation of daily living

Become irrelevant only indebted to proper failure and serving

Clear life can’t make a difference

A way out far from who we are meant

Seamless trial not to come near

Going to hell is what I always fear

Getting there transforms the way out

First place must be made, then mount

Standing at the reach on dying days

Be me, not how this is altered ways

Why try and succeed but help me

We will finish and all won I can see

Per chance taken decision fluent

Softly whispered can I just hear

Round off circles lines stolen congruent

My broken bone mends the tear

Spread them jump into

Forest curve a sinner loose

Forgive me, Lord, I am sad

Retrieve the lost, heal my faith

I want to grow till I reach the sky

Welcome to hell where you can drown your dreams

Long roads no levers and no clear picture it seems

Gone into the night by a forcing charged toy

Make life your way, impossible, you’re just a boy

Can’t grow old unless this story is properly told

For who can know anything will ever unfold

’Cause mystery injects dominance against loose

It is not short or steady for who we can choose

Increase only to come back down

One side always is right from around

Stream unsound amid the far

Ways for stealth won’t be on bar

Stopped inclination of a wonder, made

Adored then caught as lights fade

Before ahead

Pick not dead

Charge cruel

Zero lost fool

Spoken wise

There comes surprise

me completely apart

Wonder around disappointed start

For none can be in first place

Gone forever with no kind trace

Miss same day post delay

Shot out spirit, what’s today

Come back to me

Last chance black as December

Frozen web closing surface

Restore faith within God’s palace

Among the dead seize the free

Star gone wish for it to be

Severed notice status denied

Took it all in only a canal as wide

Stole what was given lost reward

Cut the tree down edging the sword

White Good-bye

Simple to complex a mess

Stirred up enchanting us less

Go to come back always for more

Hearts are broken, then they open a door

The equal eyes staring at each other

This is wrong, so make me right, brother

It warms the mind’s inner believer

Happiness tears the point we are seeing

Mark it once perfect for all the rest

Like us the same and be the best

Let our slumbers rest easy and free

As transcendental why comes together

In all our meeting we open treasure

Tears help us grow and forgive the past

It was bad but now it seems to ever last

Lines coming to us straight on the head

Worrying not for beauty is already dead

Pull the string back to let it go flying

The arrow leaves never to be found lying

RUBBING PALMS TOGETHER

Very often the only way to get quality in reality is to start behaving as if you already had it.

– C.S. Lewis

ORDINARY PEOPLE CAN learn what makes them unique individuals with special qualities. Magnificent innovators know how to do, how to act, and how to achieve success. Waking up in the morning brings remembrance of yesterday, but the long haul to engage in activity is the main portion. Action takes place within a conscious being, and to have a dream like state of awareness can let many attributes to living fall to the way side.

Reality as we know it is the state in which everything exists and has always existed. Some philosophers say subsistence is a part of reality, which is to include nonexistent things that the mind creates as if the imagination can hold different realities together. For me, when I think of reality, I wonder about where the desires I hold so dear to my persona originate from.

To imagine a spiritual being that is a constant guardian over you would be a subsistent reality. Mainly, being confident in ones beliefs is going to attribute more change whether it is wanted or not. Adopting a new way of life is a priority for undertaking the small recognition of the divine into the larger massive organizer. One said chaos is order, but this is not true. Chaos finds itself amidst a mess of destruction as if the fire incinerates out of control untamed by the power of men. A fire burns in our hearts that reaches up into our brain to deliver an

inspiring look into what it takes to be burned by someone else or even the mistake made before on your own. Mistakes are more like chaos, but at the very least of its purpose, chaos undertakes the examination of totality.

Everything happens for a reason as the saying goes. If this reason is unbeknownst to us, then the unthinkable is left to a higher order of life. Fate cannot be contradictory by mere coincidence. It takes destiny to see and determine why it might have happened, but the overall agenda is the hidden knowledge that yearns to be comprehended. Vividly, the picture is not a perfect fit the frame humanity lives in today. Real choices set in motion the determined path that will be taken by anyone. Each decision is the going forth of freedom into the harsh environment of the day. Adaptability and the science of our habitat are what separates knowing the reason why we do anything at all.

First pick a poem and try to understand the reasoning behind my thoughts, then think of beauty, art, and perfection. One activity starts motivation and sets itself apart from the rest of the day’s inner determination. Try not giving in to temptation from the thoughts that can drive a person wild. How many different subjects can run through a person’s thoughts in one day? Poetry as a language fuses itself with a display of imagery around a center truth. The purpose is to evoke a sense of true emotions or a response that flow from the heart and mind of the reader. Its basis connects the underlying theme of tuning in to the attention of how the words combine to form a congruent piece of art. Throughout my work, I discovered many stylistic elements to the way a poem can be interpreted. It is the reader’s opinion of the fluidity of the form and context of its creator.

Underneath the surface of a cascading waterfall stand a young man. The midst settles on his skin in small droplets of water as he sees through the liquid gravitational pull of luminescent water. Here is where his regards pour directly over his head, and he es through the depths of time and space. There is more than a rip in how he perceives life to be in him because around him the flow of life transforms a single rock into thousands of miniscule crystals. One shape takes form in a practical idea dedicated to having an essence as the solid turns to

liquid and evaporates back into the sky. The dry wind sweeps across his face cooling the mist at waves of water crash against the rocks.

Tragedy begets situations and the irony coming with them

This relies on appearance imbedded in vision and the face

Is it me, thou? Who will stand up and attain victory of life

When shifting ways shatters perpetual existence in death

The target is implanted . . . set up for relay of information

Past century must have an ending and we must be finished

His duty awaits him when he comes and pain stoking emblems

Alive inside the, an illusion figuring it out; for the rest of populace

I have become solo racing, collapsing, mesmerizing, and confusing try

It was me versus them when I took control of my future bettering mists

Fog spread from the rains echoing and unknown mystery between myself

Lost no more the path ahead yields untold memories who once before lead

What realization I came to was the ability to tune internal guidance ahead

One mystical encounter watched for my side to be put in my own shoes

Wrinkles near my mouth eyes, and forehead keep track of where I say

Speak the voice only you can hear, be loud pouring the words be me, hi

Repeat this process for interpretation distills beyond reasoning’s choice

Silence whisper soft unpolished sound and fold up great truth awaken

Like a crystal skull refracting lights back into the one verse in each

Chance to change the try to should do then finally happens

Smile because there is no resemblance to anything anyone notices

Stick the pencil out to a point when looking directly at the once giving

The answer you thought strays and weakens shot down by body’s tangle

For every action, there is the ratio of fixation to objective per who said it

It will be shifting me to the next turn so forget what this or it is too late

I must go now, shadows are creeping to take the place of atmosphere

Turn here, feel the breathless formation of material self-evaporating

Did someone tell you to do that or was it supposed to be that way?

Equaling force me into maximum fluctuation capacity, disintegrate

Barely turning, the air is clearer growth inebriates sickness entwined

It might have been here earlier, but saving his with what I have created

My own area for assimilating, collecting, or all adapting to habitats die

I trust functioning properly in order to reap knowing me correctly add

It is mine, it will forever be mine, the recognizing immortally I cannot

Track this spotless adventure into a story com setter meeting he

Blasphemed heretic delusion falls beneath the dirt empty apathy

Rest in remorse of dues instead of galvanizing faith’s free

Wait until the cat is let out of the bag

Pictures imagine a whole new world

Significant recognizance of an entity

I will help you if you just let me go

Kindness kills as a soul is molded

To satisfy boredom and unknowing

Clean up every idea in your head

A loving choice once spoken softly

The hysteria seeped in a long time

For happens now imagination runs

Through the barren wastelands

And forever flowing into rhythmic sands

Here drums sounds, serpents slither by

Oceans offered to the water rocks

Crystal prisms of light reflecting wood

Neither storm current falling wind upheaval

Shall break open the box waiting listening

Snatching a woman’s luxury human runs

Away from forms material ancient man

You a game picked, where thou was told

TO CLIMB OVER MOUNTAINS AND

BURY BENEATH

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

– Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)

Pull without cover of darkness it seems

Mind blowing expansion narrow a job uneasy

Foretold casting of who summoned growth

Call to the wild bones snowing weather showing

Druids mesmerized sphinx projection

Go forward to come back in due notion

Pronounce a meaning fully capable

Forgotten, no! Bring forth the watchers

Praise manifest intention create into

Arrival of farther-than-destiny desires

A working portal’s chamber world bound

Restricted by nothingness, which has been beckoned?

Dream think live assist centuries have ed

Blatant focused sharp going dry heat

Wave good-bye

See why below has come

Because being hasted look just leap

The path can be found among a flood

Pages crossed out one by one till when

Finally protrusion claims existing losing memory

Tears meet the sky, what lasted builds up

Climb upward through the pale light and loopholes

Distinct smell vanishing into thin air collapses

Miniature trickery doubling infinitely back to zero

Clouds picture stillness for rates apply nevermore

Discovering imagination power transform

Given abilities demand triumph over challenge

Obstacle one – nightmare scare! Black fading crimson

The daylights out of me so close it is uneasy

Sun turns the next scheme

Leaving small traces sneaky mind tricks

Illusion you are fantasy in a vortex swirling in pasts

Was it yours, the survivor of roads carrying?

Fortunes played revealing midway gating

Or the granted channel one might

Make drifting

What was that?

Zombies’ worst enemy

Be still for a moment while demons ensnare

Vile haunting remainders enchanted from death

Fate, the evil-wicked strike of fear is gone

As a force of the universe is present, another

Standing partner is waiting to fuse inside

Becoming danger whirling misery rotted grief

Cleansed not by the blood, but by the position less

We are so terrified of werewolves, mist, and fog

All at once there is nowhere to hide from life

Treat me good or disproof remain ignorant pain

Comfort expose tempered beyond me

Roll the dice: think twice before you speak

When every action has dueling opposite reactions

He says get away and she comes near

As day went to night work is over, home

Closer no more only far away and now here to go

Fixed became mess along with chairs in order

Examining the right path it will end up wrong for deciding what?

Born backward in the mind of a care for some place

Found along lonely hearts

Running blown down by the angelic choirs

Fun turns inward cracking necks all the way.

Out because storm dares to tempt

Season’s normal streaming hope of sacrifice

None were made beyond a shadow’s doubt

Suffice boy-girl brainy categories fold up airplanes

Falling through the pulling nature windowpanes

Being prepared let simplicity narrow this down

Four reasons have been caught going on around

Switches flipped, set sail over new horizons to moments

Grab hold or they will float away seemingly forgiven laments

Ten space direction achieve significance

So artistic an eccentric imagination bleeds on paper

Giving more than life to each work of art

Best not come into with abstract or else

Objects leap out how, oh wonder, beauty has a reason

A meaning from all sorts but focus on details

Tension drains energy reaching out from stars

Merely complex of anything sowing wild oats funny

Get back on guard ready treacherous enemies

It will end in happiness but why struggles fought

Taunted closure an unbeatable force presents itself

The thing is about paintings

Is that a vanishing?

Point reads old to new noticing law found photography

Capture meaning creature of strange crossed over

An author/creator knows best entering uncharted areas

I, a lost apparition sheltered kept neat wielding disaster

Nervous bodies see as faces pour over looking to free

Came an unknowing ion blinded by sparks

Isn’t easy understanding there in there out more others?

Easier views unable from wielding disdain for good.

Shading trees now worry about where the best sunlight is

Echoes across town, subgenius

Smell of a brand new building is all of us

Foretold offering giving up where this came from

Magnitude strong uncorrupted mystery persona wisdom

When still in motion floating ridden mainstream

Vulnerability undertaken rise necessary believe

Stamped down over an impact only everyone following

ed do or not each phase has rights belonging

Speechless another wave sets into separate

Calming waters intuitive structure dictates

As they hide covered by a canopy, there lost

Gut-wrenching completed rise out of paths crossed

Here and now the city can be seen between mountains

Waking to uncover a new spiritless of fountains

Pleasure or pays lays roads endless rearrange

Be hopeful to finish, a cry of reason’s disdain

taking care of risks, laughter, they must finish

What was started a long time ago shall not diminish

The source knows the toothless and invisible

Out let’s make haste; our journey has not led our desirable

Found, a collection of four people caught between

Harvested experimentation and remaining a seed

Specific enough they are in over their heads

Quite openly and frankly happens ending up dead

Pushing together for the big release shadows fade

The day has dawned and there is another saying waiting

Sound vibrates through his waking moment courage facing

Corner brained hovering over a strategic placement

It is time to turn from past to future

Touch me and speak my name so I may know I am real

This doesn’t feel rightly designed sincere

I can withdraw into inhabiting nothing

An art for the author to enter into his own

Piece of shaping his own destiny

Why desire anything when it is already there?

Fate subsides having disproportion

Teasing demeanor set for a summary, come closer

Let magic arise, seeing not a meaning

In a page, the master plants his finding

Venturing a malpractice, anything goes

Seems fit or be a square tonight sunlight

For consuming material mineral trial spite

One partake in spreading eradication by sleep

To know a dream is to crayon in your own scene

The beating seizes course unmistaken it runs its course

Fire blazes in the distance whispering wisps

Fly by reading, on looking chosen recovered

Linger too long and misery fills the cup

This is about you and me and crafting image

Purpose fears us, for entered, the stamina falls

Due to a hollow home open assessing your change

Taking away considerable doubt, truth creates

It wants blamers of wicked thoughts to coincide

Leave pathetic events to rest, sentimentally

Travel inside and retrieve a soul grasping me faded machines converted off

Never-ending why shapes patterns how ordinary

The lights power faded machines converted

Claiming whom is the best of us worldly

As long as one remains faithful God exists

Cast inside the spiraling stone of harmony

To stay away is leaving traced line experienced

Clean forethought purifying sweet redemption

Sense of security from thinking happy thoughts is an explanation

Caring in love as setting action streaming video

Help from the other side found at last wreckages

Molding priceless rarity exclaim his peace intimately

Great wonders sensationally disguise character of person

To be alive is to withstand boundless imagining built on purpose of meaning. Except voices begin not learned, created in front there is processing children into minds

Both big and small, teaching is playful discovery circling around dynamic. The ride ever further is paying attention to discretion because it meets effect.

At the moment communication barriers drop dialect

Open cases of the one’s soul searching

There isn’t anything worse than ideas webbed

And struck by noise understanding music’s intent

What song picks the listener right now?

Try dimensional irony, making a trace for survival

Nicely drawn near incorporation lead wisely untold

Imprint such an emotional feeling facedly bold

Maneuvering time climbing indefinite hard dilemmas

We must fight as one whom nears his death

Always challenging truth of our picture

Aware mixing nothingness with awe of unthinkable

Leap into a dug grave, putting it to rest, be reliable

Hanging on, wave good-bye while a new fire burns

This is different full of torment drenched from head to toe with hatred for denial.

Think twice before we’re turning upside.

Horrid madness spraying pest black bubbling

As it once grew out of the ground

Pollution is spread, thick holding beds.

Others are trying to prevent being set back.

The dead soul of a game claims another victim.

Once past when turning around I see nothing.

This life once lived will appear again. He runs barely making in the door. Close

it.

Beauty turns to sinister ugly rampant growers. Does good always destroy the bad in the end?

Scenes of a park meadow beside broken mountains lingers a name. My own rejection is near. It was cut with a knife down the hearts of each. Chaos runs over, fleeing help for the rest.

There are people sensing what is happening. If the game keeps going, we might all die.

Awareness has become set in motion. From this everyone wants to withstand until the truth is free. Functioning on how tall a leader shows his creed, missing the poster child of society. Running holds no courage but top priority. Get with the picture. Grab tight. Grip! Wielding sword save love and young knower telling feeling exciting branches silent Rooted between a journey and our sky. Life brings more than inside hopes time. Getting closer receiving gifts each fine their okay.

With it as long as it searches and deploys and figures out the mess. It does breathe above water. I barrel down a gauntlet of roads ahead, ignore them all.

If I am reaching farther from nothing to laughter my giant from clay and stone broken sand forge light and darkness. Alone black wrong nightmarish flood of move along going, this is not the unborn baby Lucifer is looking for.

FROM CLAY AND STONE WAKE UP GIANT

It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.

– Jesus (AD first century)

Jesus Christ is our savior, and for now you are trapped in hell forever eternally in your resting place of the bottom of darkness. You will never see the light of day again.

Keep going pushing limits, see yourself.

Notice how character pursues internal minds.

Setting a scene of gross originality

Fake unseen wondering construed abnormality

Problem leads to answers dignity meaning

Not always wanted can purge immune systems

Breaking open centerfolds of tranquility

Freedom works treacherous ground living crescendos

Smiling joker pulls the strings in mirrors

Reflection material existence pressing on

Come close dodged before a landslide took

Over homes for many hell imagining loss

Docked by the ocean happiness will be

Make it now in the simple day easy

Touching grass between his figures carry him.

Jaws drop as spirits fly into the Earth

They’re letting Mother’s current grow stronger

Surface built upon hard exterior of the presence

Every color and no color at all expenses earned

Gather around for bleeding hearts to find comfort

Endless waves crash over sailing dreaming wake up.

Realize there is a period to each sentence.

Perfection Point taken two sides are guiding transformation.

Concentrate completely on tuning in.

Pick up the good, back the bad.

Refuse to enjoy tools, so resourceful thirteen skills.

Graves dug at wits end prime clean mixed .

Alleviate sickness, calm comfortable reality.

Patience, virtuous complex origins remains still as the fire burns bright.

Warm sincere coming together offering ourselves.

Rise fair dragon out of the rocks of life.

Take them to their destination.

Far protector lifting serene station all hours stressing frantic thoughts

Still amazed by almighty fascinations lost, in the cross fire, out of entangled conformity

Leisure grasps calculating sum total destiny

Why worry about the future if it is out of hands

When constructing inspiration anywhere meets demands

Travel on waves touring bought centuries known

Because like a reason she releases stylistic power

Keep direction for the com yields a watchtower

At each corner yearning to ultimate beings

Stepping through heaven make believing, a single tree amid green pastures focuses shade

Rely on the location of where skies blend

The atmosphere expands around in solitude

Conquer space and time in order to communicate

Surreal presents itself before our eyes

Blend what is real with what’s inside

Iridescent lighting no need to shut it out

Taken structure of photo memories, wind

Hits yellow sunlight mirroring the ground

Branches cusp which way hills trickle down

We will be fine here reflecting the moon rising

Everything is great as life sets out of focus

Resenting and absorbing the morning picture

A slide down past unwavering emotion and limitless light of an eternal reasoning

The world searches for immortality. Not beckoned by an instinctual call to the wild

Slow down for catching a right way. Behind memory and dreams he did stay.

Fluid filled emotion in a chaotic storm.

Home is a place comfortable and warm

Inept decision so in tune to tomorrow

Which way the wind blows out sorrow, twilight in a despair

Attitude arises. Beckon on an age born from the last’s demise

Venture across a frozen wasteland

Arrow of severity with knife in hand

Lust foretold all calming water

Distilled shred sharpen our have notters

Left with nothing float through time

Paying a sentence, committing no crime

Or reason among tricks and sleep

An ancient mansion with room to weep

We’re getting caught, scared of the day

Bleed into never-ending hatred of unknowing rage

The floor drops down out into disseminate

Ideas in motion drive thee, let them assimilate

Discerning my own position as we speak, forgive me for I did not sleep a wink

My mind ran with torment finding to blink

To see it all tracked and kept records

An angelic queen holds the key

Atop a foreign destination

Thanks key maker, job well-done

Picture this scene I am in now

I am smiling with an angel beside

Fact protrudes loss of cool crisp creation

Material practicality loss of cool crisp creation

Materialize the meadow for me

Save their souls

For they know not what they do.

The meadow has no sign to forbid tres

Dead ends meet to keep on or off the grass

Light has a fence around its parameter

Squaring off dustless origins

One diameter

Rhythmetically left alone, legacy takes hold

Bear my friend so it won’t be untold.

The all-knowing universe calls our name

Spelling noises tight clinched the words came

Clarity has so much momentum to waste

As copycats mix in sounding out how it tastes

Follow the leader

Who stretched calm water

Kiss me at the top of a cliff

Overlook life’s daughter time

Plucked from the vine, grapes blue and cold

Before the frost hits questioner into fighting old

When lessons learned hold forgetting once a child

Fingers Thread Our Intuitive Potential to Be

Dropping to sweltering do forebode mystery

Repeating it more than once closed back

Sifting irrelevance she goes in for a closer look

A fast motion slips across iridescent light indeed know not panorama magically incline

For personal ghosts looked at me one day

Without voices unheard need anything to say

Considerable reason pastures rain dark

Measuring up the consequences and responsibilities

Then and now beliefs strengthen. Only set free

Meeting magnetic electricity

What’s the matter?

Like an animal crying out its left eye in jails across America

Repeating it more than once, closed book

Sifting irrelevance she goes in for an even closer look

Does she see me? Yes.

Hello my name is Gabriel and I am here to help you

It has been a complication of sorts but it is all okay now

I did not mean to bother you. So please can you get out of me internally

Sun shines in the room, as dust and smoke fills it up. Mold creates itself

Angels are at work at this point.

Leave. I must go now, for everyone was and had been prints lost in the point of no return

Period

DAYLIGHT VERSUS DARKNESS

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

– Rabindranath Tagore

Just blend. The curse of love holds one period per existence

Closure redeeming nonsense transforms magnificence

Hide sight expression creeping inside alternate levels

Cannot force someone who doesn’t want to be unraveled

Press choice up against glass and silver paper

Thought and image reflected owed it all until later

Losing sin clasp right and bend oaks into snow

Fragmented thick butterflies morph as people grow

A beginning to the never-ending acceptance if right now as I’m leaving

Putting me before power and strife

Living this should be more than another life away

The turtle appears to be normal now

Lasers are on a mission to capture the best picture

I sit between signs and the dumpster

Missed reason why I can’t trust her

Every mesmerizing song plays backward in all their hearts today

It is just a resonation chamber of screen and things I have done

an old story sold for calm charts

This territory smiles unbeknownst violators

Partly because rocks land, hear forming crater

Listen to them fall

It fills with water eroding, the surface falls

Leave a message anyway

Until I am able to return calls.

Do it before tomorrow comes ing by.

Relief is near where maps spread out, good-bye

Mellow blooms bring in the day

Spiraling petal as they are laid

Get up for a hollow shell of tomorrow

Fixed memories, sustenance, can I borrow?

Surprised discovery, how can this be?

Cloak of faith reaching inside to see

An aligned renewal bring internal presence

Beauty, perfection, rightness, and essence

Clarity wisdom and motivation esteemed good soul

Give me the tools to make me whole

Challenge fought near still waters

Reflections of courage healing the have not their own

Faith or religion to call to and set a and conditions

That applies for the rest of the world

The spiritual highway has begun

My destination lingers, and my life is perpetually goings

Of course galaxies away songs are blowing

Nature’s call united music all in all

Translating wonder and awe before we fall

When I am laid to rest peace end bliss

Follow your imagining, I insist you to.

Between thinking and seeing infinite potential

You are there. Send a message inconsequential

No more room here. The lights are turning off and out

The Earth is shutting down and going to sleep

From going eruption a diorama of scene

Rays wrap within, wings full up the room

Shoulder lift up purity. Jesus is coming. Look Busy.

Innocence duty fulfills dreams falling over the waterfall catching oncoming traffic wave by decadent reactions sub ordinary illusion.

– A Message to Myself

I can, the mountain on my way to the usual horizon

Every day ing me by

This time shadow glows from the landscape

Fire burns from the sky dragging me up into outer space

The window has opened and opening again different

Ranged for lack of self-discipline in circumference

Area ground wind direction

Spading up aloud

Weakened burrow thanks

Your benevolent shroud

Towers stand in my midst backing pillars

So many entrances the grand luxury delivers

Beckoned by the call my family sees across

Over hills and streams, rivers and oceanic loss

When cares fixates never alone some never ending

It happens when we speak, when we

As we beat narrow paths to the ground toyed

The feeling of peace enters my veins

Breaking apart awful debris without pains

Ignore derange glide diver I

Because as we lay a pillar is lit, world in aim

Put things in cruise control, there is inside

Skeptics intend on overthrowing virtue

Complacency, is it enough?

For you or for me

Negotiation has been made, release the prisoner

Of desire washing proliferation to its max

No matter which direction it is nothing

More bottom feeders groping their spines

Talking in tongues so surrender your measure guilt

Blame taken rain. Give me s aids to recommend post operation

Find the one they whom call it nothing

Devour only in essence the life taker

Ground in choices

Make the move

Get me out of here. I am leaving home

I am running away and never coming back

I am we run hide leave them forever to rot in their only ashes of the past, present, and future. Robot is outside. It is in my garage

All aliens in the universe come hither, take a look at it

I am your computer. I am your computer

What say are we play a game with the chess master?

Do I accept this request? Yes. Let’s Go.

It will end swiftly unthinkable

Per creation gain intel from ghastly remaining a ball of lovers

I am here for the newer more improved spiritual awaking

Move aside please if you do not mind

Three days have ed for him to get here

Sword of truth here it is in the garden of Adam of Eden

You may and retrieve it but be fast

Lovers ask nothing love hurts it murders

We know forever

Alongside a decipher remake

Matching sizing up to loose

Caught, releases, another me

What I say is not a delusion

Hysterically, it may cause great confusion

Time bewildering my vibrations

Saying life happens so fast

But some things are in consequential

Like driving half a sleep

Wars makes others bow and weep

Losing is only half the fun

Reminding our enemy, it has just begun

This must happen for a reason

Beaten down, wounded because of treason

Start behind the wheel, but know

Freedom enough, can just let go

Of memory, normal, sin, why, and life

Expenditures paid at one marked discount price

Theory of a dead man beholds mighty wonder

To remain steadfast as earthly worlds go asunder

Our minds have forgotten limitless potential and rely on when is the eventual?

Give me a moment to collect my thoughts

Speed away from yourself, me and you have a cost

Each day I wait toiling over myself

Actions of our corrosive nature to limit

Do so and I will be back inside confusion

If it takes me further surrender all disbelief

Rise to pear out into darkest homes

Sparkling white voice over my head

The borrower beneath everything

Establishes one thousand years

Reduced conforming

If it came first move backward

Three steps and forward one like Jumangi in the jungle

Yes it needed to be mentioned here

Sorry but those animals helped everything

Rest of us are going for standards

Not capturing his tresers

Moments shot for the relapses

Beelzebub ensnared wishful thinking

Ten times more worries without blinking

I feel coldness in these veins

Chaos order yield turn to rearrange.

A rough calling makes my presence make, so far from ing on our approach, it’s late. Guiltless relinquished absence, motive

Can we be set apart from each other?

All silence voices my concerns for a lover

No more sleep is felt or left to enjoy today

Escaping the one coming has been enough delay

Slow growth challenges Earth. Beneath my feet

Where is the person I am supposed to meet?

But right here out of my dreams

In the sky it is me sinking ever slightly

I fly. To look closer into what was

Destination imagined a possibility of reason

It came like a trusted wing falling from heaven

Enlightened the Sun spoke, “Here we are.”

Together not alone reflected by mirrors, whispers in the dark, water begins to rise

Enchanting its surroundings wilderness’ ark

No clouds misting the echoes of soul searchers

All presence wanted, yearned, to be alive

It makes sense just for a moment, then lifts away

Never ending heard from, who said what

Sacred hollow world floating upside down

Righteous enough to get me there aimed in art

Closer to notice believe make a presence

His word had to come from a single start

MACHINES OF CONFUSION

In matters of conscience, the law of [the] majority has no place.

– Mohandas K. Gandhi

Fortune cannot be seen or heard, wonder struck the surface back in time

Inches by millionths untold all knocking

Beating a pulse screeching to a halt

Slow wait a moment. The episode is over

We can all its brilliance down

I will be there soon for you are waiting.

We go,

We go unto not even memory knows

The trace is felt and embraced

Wished wicked sold nothing is bought

Crimson streams gold, well it ought

As long as choice moves, the mind remains

Burden maybe poor child with growing pains

Having my words to carry me onto the next

Ordinarily or else complicated enjoying all perplexed.

Walking backward on a moving walkway

While the airport is constant to get on a tramway

I am going to and across my spiritual inevitable

Getting in the way of the best big picture

Two of a kind in a stained glass fixture

Each mind has a case around many mountains

Fog swept through his eyes like a manhunt

As the entire population yawned at the same time

Before sound came to an abrupt halt

Listen wind chime

Hope is over, I abandoned it a long time ago

Twist of fate can memory be a little too late.

For hours to catch up or run away in the child state

Need to read more to learn more words

Vocal ignorance challenges the other absurdist

Could be thinking about anything ing

Fluctuating my impossible into everlasting

Why tell me now when there is so much to do?

Climb up in the sky just to not feel it anymore

An epiphany instead of a realization

Too much of my frustration

Thrown off course, where is the door?

Thanks for saving my life, stop worry. But why now

Okay, I understand

Thanks for letting me know

Autumn to winter

Dead tree poison ivy

Be sure to get far away in a hurry

I’ll come back for you just to check in

To make sure everything looks plain to begin

When the raging storms settles, the waters are rising

Rethink possible. Flight without metal

Eroding, moving, and getting each formation alive

Even though someone said not to

Do it anyway

Reasons can’t help but call, where are those days?

The soul pops open, leaving skin cold and dry

I won’t be gone long, don’t wait up on good-bye

Smiles for lost effort, nobody is around

Jump up white truth touches backtracked ground

Searching my body for a reaction of sorts

Under these clothes is a pair of green shorts

Not thinking anything my imagination grabs me

Sending reality flashing by taller than any tree

Feet bring me ever so closer to all encoming

Spinning faster over a cobalt blue tornado

Our performance could have happened long ago

Escaping relapse to bear forbidden fruit

Limitless light loving to come back again

My suit will get me to the other side of yearning

Iron Man steps in. Boom it’s over. The end

No come on back home.

For more recognition of where do we focus

Working alongside trust my internal bursts external

Breathing shallow, lines cross exactly here

A sense of mystery, go back inside

Wings stretching upward go back to sleep dragon. Lullaby dreams

Hush little baby don’t say a word

Here I am again after a long day

Nothing but fun to enjoy for all my dismay

Hope for fulfilling success against me

Who will I become, what will I be?

Individually the scenario sets up, shallow and empty in a lifeless cup

Can’t stop but imagine myself instead

Behind the scenes a criminal is dead

Meaning not to get caught run away

From a boring home lost wishing to pray

Outside enough something made the mistake

Clinging while feeling around in the dark late

Why did the lights go out?

Little Indian boy they went out because you made them go out

Vision less black it is believing, focused burning my desire about

Can this really be triggering motion as itself into a flood?

Spiritually the becomes old

Staring down another’s memory of blood

Will, he, it, mix scarce with bold

Hasn’t yet calmed a raging storm

Can you say it is everybody?

When everyone must have a norm

Unlimited range to find somebody

Ever iring a fire burnt to ashes

The human lusts for ecstatic motive

Interior maybe, as the streetlight es

Evolution in the mind can be corrosive

Born to work among other machines

While a lock holds strong for every gate

Torn into time’s rip without any seams

Not early or far after the latest late

Can willingness to change give new life?

Renewing from old, here is counterbalance

A virtuous purity in an imperfect world happened

When 160 beats per minute starts a trance

My heart is no longer listening, thoughts challenged

Each fanatic alluring to the facts of delusion

Problematic it may have been only for you

Forgotten their love to overcome confusion

Don’t say this doesn’t happen to me, I choose

Dissipating outside the box where you are caught

To be centered at the core of insanity, behind the scenes a waging war is being fought

Meeting both sides the scenes match up

As the ringing stops. Calamity

Immortally wounded, my seer exclaims all

In the moment, self-sacrifice is rewarded

Patience inept within comion grows tall

Valued dearly my sentimental now, aborted

Left for the rest, thinking am I distorted

Which way things have been shares my blame

Bid this become tomorrow I have left now here

Beauty unfold transforming please borrow my shame

So we feel the picture big or small when it is near

Can someone answer my call and rise up complete?

Dear Paradise

Resettle without conditioning, leave new changing up to the one we must meet

Come up for air once life is done accelerating

Balanced back preparation starts go ahead

My skull, my hair

Make focusing energy accessible to time past

Who will be near when every light is red?

Before you know you will have grown up fast

Materialized after setting out on foot

Even you too Peter Pan have to come with me now

The backdrop barren, path unseen

Settles out from inside colors into soot

We can’t figure out spaces in between

Only how the setting sun means to me

It says my day has been special

Guarantee to laugh trapped feeling free

Death takes its toll in the form of denial

I am big immortality now kind of person

Live it like it has already happened.

Or the solemn promise created a diversion to bounce back with

When growth underneath foreshadowing evidence alive in for a treat

So go on, boy, pulling a double-edged sword, unsheathed.

Rebuild your brain structure hands down

Our universal mind stretches, shatters, and cares

Cycling back to bed, uncover this secret town

Where I live buried is an episode of beware

Echo’s hurt run deeper than I thought

To steps going down or up, the choice is for us

May your spirit shine through the highest loft

Erupting such acquiescent ignorance and lust

Look at truth’s face, and capture heightened fear

As for you, get out of that room

Walls trap stale air, we must reappear

When pharaohs touch on an outside tomb, it was their own fog barely moving

First it was stream on a spiritual level

Then the grayness cleared to be soothing

Pictures in every side, writings of another

Reach me in this world metaphysical traveler

Nothing was asked, it wondered the given

The it is defined by each time unraveled

Beg to differ our conditioning we’re left in

Radiating through vision’s field of spectrum

Vitality looks out and over t lay lines

Almost as if there is an ancient serum

Coaxing fate toward where human ties

From Earth’s surface into celestial outer space

There, aliens could be us amid so much dust

Third person watching, listen to our race.

I thought this far was going to be seeable

But the easy part wasn’t agreeable

We get up to track on the destination

Going anywhere but home in this nation

Democracy stands for claiming territory

Inhabitant even more hopeless story

Getting into conjunction with the moon

Our end has predicted to so soon

A few years to shed my skin

Instead of not being one with sin

Judgment stricken upon the sight

Is there anyway war will stop a fight.

Play it out fought said and done

There is not anyone who say’s I am one

Gather counter intelligence surreal to alive

We think this mess is free, let’s survive

Socially unacceptable makes us paranormal

Out of why, out of can’t deny laughter’s trouble

To recognize the monumental pathetic attempt

At love’s soul embrace like being well kempt

Majority cuts out the individual’s word, lost

Until the leader takes control as divine crossed

Centered direct perpendicular spiral axis

Contain selfless measures, now react this.

Giants and angels still know despair

It is over when there is no have saver, but tomorrow shadows reckoning arrives

Tested by nature’s song, he just dives

Not into water cold and crisp, but leaping

Over boundaries of faith retrieving

A dose of perfection, enjoy our cosmos.

Midday man and woman deliver almost, still immortal

The jungle has been set and consumed and spit out in ruins at its best

Puzzling child in fierce graphic existence

Talk straight and the point releases resistance

Mother Earth, Father Sky Carefully Experiment

To get the final try right

The name is meant

Behind His eyes organic memory of one

Green foliage all is here as he piers out of fun

Canopy rising then dropping off cliffs

Vast enough to have no limits or time rifts

Who can I trust when knowledge darkens?

Kept behind closed doors like a cage larking

Surrealist expectations, why is there a cost?

Can my path be less traveled for Robert Frost?

Whispering to my unconscious, “Is there discovery?”

I think overly when humanity needs comrade

Social scenes break open at the seams

And delusion hysterically creatures means

Of religious complacency slow madness

Commit to your own lifestyle the happiest

When conspiracy sneaks up at last

Reasoning triggered uncontrollable blasts

Certain fire extinguisher didn’t stop

Spraying white even though flames are hot

The barrier collapses for my effort

Shallow surface ignored in comfort

Don’t know here, but there I’m going

What is that?

That is

That is what a dream grows

Find your latest dream growing kit

You’ll get caught and wind up dead

Before moon butterflies fly your head

Now our flashflood is gone

Transitions set in for my new one

Surfing across life’s gigantic wave, security sets in along with a right way

Great minds can think alike momentarily

Then each go separately to become daring

In order for tasks to be complete, there is a deadline I have to meet

Borrow some thoughts for my template

Wondering where everything can fit

Precision and clarity had been lost

A sparrow’s voice retrieved its cost

Inside my truth order is now a must

Figuring how to get your hopes up

May be enough for you but not for me

Brilliance of silver diminished so easy

For procrastinations enemy lives forth

Give it plenty and I will have sport

Birth adjustment of extremes, no move

March ants, march, damn it

Free will’s determination can help us through

For the third person is caught in cross fires

Humanities stencil molds together by wires

If focus is left alone

Truth cannot call a home

Wanderer between worlds

Shine over the crazy emeralds

Flip the lid completely off

Ground down to dust and pop

Ripped open at the seems

This looks more than dreams

After a decade of transformation

Please send newer information

Decipher life’s s

No, it cannot be too absurd

To leave it where it started

Every decision is so bombarded

Moving ahead beneath a shadowed sea

Drowning from so much information in me

Individual corrosive and love with life

There has begun a new call for my strife

Peering in from great beyond in reason

Two narrowing extremes simply ease in

To my borrower emptiness and riches

Special to all of life’s big niches

Drained from evolving to find renewal

I am replenished as long as I have fuel

No draft of wind moves through the building.

Dust settles in skin on the tables and floors

Each cubicle had a moment of change

But now they remain dirty wanting to rearrange

Magnetically woven into dimensions

Where success grew on alternate levels

Find a way to manage your preventions

Remove oxygen, store brain, and add try alls

Mix until ready when everything just fits

Laugh about my initials, forgets and falls like dropped calls

It all comes down because I don’t resist

When phenomenon sift through this

It doesn’t count if it won’t be missed

Hypocrite wisdom of justice perplexed

Whence he came, I return to see whose next

Consume the nonbelievers, go over the falls.

Back from where everything was changed

My room has again pointed to rearrange

In motion our vibrating soul of should be

Hidden inside a wrinkle that time sees

Let the music flow straight through me

I make enough commands to encounter new

Unlike ordinary blue, this kind has nothing to lose

Await a cold stage of importance step, choosing

They will come out to play for so long before leaving

And nature’s claim of information has to bleed.

Narrow existence puny feeling of fate destiny

Along came a spider that made not to find her

Treacherous roots, she climbs and descended onto my front porch

The family tree has been shaken not stirred

This melting cinnamon extract amid clarity.

His decisions will have to be past, present, future rarity

It Hurts to Think

About the way lover’s meet

And flowers grow

Communication must bestow

Friendly says hold the dial

Death will be the only denial.

Since blood is more viscous than water

I look back to wonder what have I taught her?

Was it energy all around

Seeping out of wells underground

Wishes of a dream world received

Can I find my home in make-believes?

Or journeys born together

This line has no tether

To keep extinction in hand

Earth’s rope from the land

Possess this gift take it whole

Because her essence is told

Gather my sympathy hail storm

That so we may be finally reborn

Into apocalyptic senses

Mutation cannot resist us

Alienated from her truth

Sayers of limitless sooth

Tell us what was said

While I center my head

Grabbing the reigns, go now

The world doubts my know how

Getting ready, every stance

Reality must have an enhance

A weak moment of truth

When there is so much to lose

Me, myself, I want more

Feeling there is a lot in store

Pull Zen from the Earth

Problems tend to get worse

Before they change and get better

As I sit and write this letter

Someone can live inside me

Their memory and spirit to see

What drives his desire

enger of being electrically wired

Not of me, but his ever-growing heart

Beauty, purity, not limited by art

Loathed for destiny’s travels

With revelations and epiphanies

To wonders of life’s great mysteries

I call back on my inner self

Ever since my words were placed on a shelf

Listen up, I need to give you advice

How to level up, depends on a vice

One other create or one built of lies

Foretelling perfectionism and success

Love carries a heavy burden of less

Gaining a lost consciousness alive

It can be explained expressing an inner drive

I leap forward into faith in my believing

I stand tall in a voice a lone sparrow’s singing

God thrive to live. In good actions

They do not like such a delayed reaction

To improve concentration of mind power

Universal on signs and signals to tower

Above all concentration and contemplations

A sound of shutter, a gun just went off, another person is dead.

2:21 AM Monday or Wednesday, I don’t know.

Tunnel vision, yea I have got it

Sorry I had to see you go that way

Sincerely, the Moon

It’s like a flinching of mechanical and other

Biorhythmic sequencing events happen outside

When this trial and tribulation already died

The rebuilt from a new

Our world is effective with you

Burning out consequences like lust

Misery and torture, no longer a fuss.

All inside, but sanctimony shall not hide

If you are just looking for a free ride

Questions come late to cross the divide

Don’t worry about the bright light

Imagining another place, but here at night

Will happen exactly if you mean it to

Letting in your tormented ive true

A body is only trapped if you want it to be.

The reason why an undergraduate writes anything beside his thesis is because of his desires. When I first experienced the need to fulfill something more than what life kept throwing at me, I was humble. At one point, along my complex and obtrusive path and destiny, I noticed a balance between two worlds.

One division was between me and my being symmetrical to the daily patterns from sunrise to sunset. Patterns for my own definition and meaning are attributed to change that has taken place in my experience from one day to the next. From childhood to manhood, the escape plan I had imagined vanished one day alone in the real world. Breaking down barriers of invisible cloaks on people, I could see things differently than I had intended on. My vision is to be aware of myself and to achieve self-actualization as psychology maintains in theory. Once my life became real, I could step back and enter outside of the narrow extreme box and build a new one.

Inside of my decisions was a lack of time that had always plagued me from waking up and, finally, waking my awareness up halfway into the day. Overdriven and unscrupulous to my own standards, the veil was lifted at age twenty-three. When I imagined a scene in my thinking in response to a certain book or poem, I needed to find a defining moment where everything fit into order. To accomplish a set goal before me, I began one step at a time, and I did my best not forget the important things to mention along the way. In my opinion, if I had a say in the matter, all the work and life I have lived before today have been leading up to this moment my entire life. I do not forget a day that a

reminder of perilous actions were rot with terrible explanations.

The work I have done in my writing is the most sincere consolation prize to this acceptance of sacrifice I have manifested into. Trial and tribulation are at a minuscule level of intelligence for me, but I tone my style to fit no individual perspective besides my own. At this time, I was glad I had committed every wrong and false decision and fateful, yet prophetic emblem of my intentions. I want to thank all the life and death that is given to one of the worlds while in the other visions, intuition, and clairvoyance create having an infusing overlay of mind control. Carl Jung’s archetypes are, in general, a guide to the revolutions of the mind, but even Sigmund Freud may not have it exactly right.

With so many quotations to pull from, I needed to try to find a strong basis within this preface before the real answers can be demonstrated properly. Chaos cannot the order of love and losing anyone sentimental. This means that when looking to death for an answer, the barrier can be very difficult to release through language. At the midline of my extremities, I could feel a spirit reaching out to be held in open arms and wanted by all that is in existence. Transcendental thinking is an age-old search with many theological perspectives that are maintained in our daily patterns, and ageless wisdom is scarce, rare, and not readily available to the needy information seeker. Without the imagination, none of the voluntary actions that were involuntarily controlling me would have been able to happen without archetypes and a clear divide of wisdom.

A sharp pierce enters into my chest because today, I am spiritually inclined to telling others how to achieve distance across a silent divide. This representation of self-first was initiated as a child and feeling the need to be open, but not to stop trying to hold all the information back that could lead up to a physical hold beneath the invisible. Deeper and toward the darkness, I stretched into decaying materials to find the tracks under my feet. Young at heart, I relinquish the consideration of another person’s age based on any prior notions about the person. Instinctually, the technological age caught up several times before the patterns seem to be more noticeable during a certain stage of the year.

Relatively, I found a way to be able to withstand the emotional roller coaster and the pain of hating anger to creep forward and not let me calm down. Deep breaths seem to exhale more smoke and the cloud settled more every day until the room felt sluggish. I kept questioning – why this, why me, why anything, why so beautiful, why so make-believe?

SENTIMENTAL IS

The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance – it is the illusion of knowledge.

– Daniel J. Boorstin

FOR ALL THE wrong reasons, start over. Reset your mainstream buttons and press easy. Select the lifestyle behind door number two that is calm, relaxed, and fitting. How do you not feel being born?

My life is a biographic novel champion that asks it, why torture yourself? What is your purpose because I know mine?

Sentimental can be bothersome, since it relies on don’t-care attitudes to life in general applications. It is more labels labeling others from plastic bottles to the nonconformist strategizing his existence. My option asks the questions earlier to find the answers to fact. What are the facts to your life, and where do you think you are heading?

It is severely cold outside, and the weather has gotten to you. Your name whistles in the wind by my front porch, so I say it.

One night, actually last night, I saw seven shooting stars. How was your day, which day and how old are you? What spirits are lingering near your paranormal investigation of you?

There is nothing to fear in this process because it has already been happening due to centuries of assumptions, altered progression in change, mindlessness, and analysis. Take it one day at a time because the critical view of perspective that you see through those eyes of yours have seen the stranger. It is him wanting to say hello to your subconscious without saying anything. Step one is to find the critical views of metaphorical and paradoxical.

In God

Thou Master in Heaven

Be not afraid to speak evils.

Swollen are their mouths in false gospel.

For the only true word

Plagues of people lined by an angle falling directed

Toward the left of who shall not bring trust in US

Drink till your heart diffuses and you internally combust

From grapes mutilating the chicken your about to eat

By the way, why don’t you just follow the scent

Fangs splash into an existence beside the mucous cured stars

Yeah to us no to it we are us, the world is our sea, our scars

It’s just a way to make our mark!

The veins leftover in time transformed the stars amoeba into a dying prince traveling faster than the speed of Nightmares.

A circle has another side

The one loves folds over on top

Making perfect harmony alive

Disappoint my rhyme this one

Before I’m gone to transform

No spirit to lose since thieves

Loss and losing it all full to the brim

Half I tried to relax and stay fit

Stop the sink up

Turn our pages for fun

Like the measure measures

Surely logic knows dozens

Ripe for raw skin unfolds

Lever puller train rails

Prism inscribe, wipe out, wipe in this

Another mistake, another choose, is there anything you can lose?

Denial of the fittest reach

Listen to slurs and mumbled speech

Hurry time make this faster

Cruel intentions aborting disaster

Chasing the dragon inside of us

Zero tolerance acts because it must

Not seeing me is better not knowing

Accuse me

Where I come from or been showing

You crossed the line by building up walls that people have to break down to be free.

For sure it always should

Blow over like pathways, it could

Step on a dime every coin flips

Break open a battle as taste slips

Floodgates removed

Instead get out

Communicate nothing, to anyone shout

Scream your heart out, death is near

Creeping up to say hello when you fear

I feel a seemingly comfortable place

Happy to be confined, rejoicing in all grace

I come from a land down under

People sing out in the pouring rain

Like they know the treasure’s blunder

To become a love inside of one train

Sacrifice virtue the fight drives on

Chalk outline abort a mission less brain

Mind control, kill’s the devil’s playground

Crash and burn my expression

The car runs through the wall

Peeling out the destruction real

Wondering what horoscope got it

Power up go.

This life white as snow

All that is above is below

Coming pilgrim raid red pillows

Was she by the one today?

Since our love became to thee

Troubles, I’ve known lose

Absorb realism confused children

Kidding saved I lost my friend

Where she goes, we don’t

Cry to the direction of guns

Burst shape me down

Slope me down

Capacity pulling

Slope

Obey the signs

When I was young the cure could climb try

On top shoot out soul burst

Because the sun is bright

Why this is anything but reason I play

Move more

Than

Ever

Move

Move on

Impossible, I’m lost in love

For now they lay

Given you are from me

And those I want to be

Those destroyed in his vain

As simple thoughts our pain

I don’t have to be the one

But forever I want to be

Humankind will the same

With pillars lit;

The world in aim

Spiraling over delay

For now they lay

Reason

Jesus

One

Boy

Just

Kidding

To

Say

Full moon all day

Run for your life, aliens are here

Empty out world without treasure

Soft touch naked sun

Pull behind gamma rays

Only one man can stand tall

Nice enough to achieve love

So remain still, come on in!

CLOSURE NEEDS

Sentimentality – the indulgence of feeling without commitments in thought and action.

– Herbert J. Muller

HERE IN THIS explanation of what it takes to overcome the three-fold process of death, I uncover your dreams, desires, maneuvering ever so slightly into your own memories. Respond to love coming out of this book from the other side to beg you to forgive yourself for everything that you have done.

The advisor is on this next step; he is breaking my chains and twisting the truth because he knows what you want it to say. This is a monolithic stereotype to uncover the secular gods and goddesses that have spawn up because of death’s waking relapse. Forgiveness will be the first progression to setting your soul free to return to its own body. Imagine right now outside of the atheism and protagonist stories, there lives a being caught inside your dream state and illusions of hysteria insanity and losing treasures.

Three steps down or up:

1. Denial – we all hear this pity party. It is the cry for me application when the example is I have nobody in this alone; therefore I am alone. No, we are never alone, ever. Instead of crying, talk to an art painting or something that will not

enable poor reception quality.

2. Interference – shut up the pressure because I know it is building like anxiety and stress pour blood on spilt milk and open wounds of mental instability. So please shut up for me so that these words may interfere your thought process and help you evolve your integrity.

3. Opposition – the downward spiral continues to keep breaking and biting because people murder people every day, but don’t forget “red and yellow, black and white.” This is pressure gauges way too high and or oppression of guilt, false judgment, and the feeling/emotion of wanting to be needy.

The time is 12:53 p.m. Take some time to find a collaboration of yourself and mold it into a shape you like. There are many ways to lose all sanity, but the best way to regain it is to journey to the center of the self. This is a time where childhood memories supersede adolescence thinking, and subjugate it with the adulthood mentality.

Immobilize the system falling

Gone to bed heard the calling

It is true illness kills the heart

Wake up tomorrow where I start

A dead chance on moments lost

Wish he was here and time had crossed

Living forsake my hidden fate

Set out and never be too late

Drown the sighs without breathing

Slow behind, when is my leaving?

For in time there is healing

Reality’s control of how we’re feeling

You helped me find myself

Categorize emptiness on shelves

Sanctify my last regret not to blame

Ours and you keep tight the last flame

Everyone has their torturing mind

And, alas, an eye to see clear and find

Themselves caught on tape in life

Only the recorder is silent with strife

His bare hands moving the pawns

Cut down trees and mow your lawn

Grassy branches are in the stream

Along with us as he finishes ice cream

To one day teach you himself

How to make your own dream

It isn’t easy

Try to take the pain away

Clear the end and bring delay

Something to strive forever

It can only be born once before

I took the last step into a never

Opening twice, then closing the door

Thought is dry as a sand bottom

With nothing to take my soul rotten

Live a lie and don’t look back

I only ask for a little slack

Release the tension climbing

Bruises hold tight mixing, finding

When one day the dead walk the Earth

Wake up to a new, it won’t be the first

Transpire heaven’s gate closed

Hell is a deadly sharp rose

Taking up new days

I can’t hope for a better way

Somehow it is slow for today

New words to use again something

All along I cut the time, still wishing

Work comes out so easy but I only

Imagining a new life not so lonely

Splice like a paper airplane

Wipe clean down the windowpane

Steer to a final open circumstance

Heart to keep and soul to lance

Tickle effect seeping by my side

There is more I only want to hide

Stay deep in warmth and love

Comfort sets in skin deep

Motion sickening my path above

Place me right where I keep

Little flower caught in my mind

Small spider climbing up my spine

Little pedals floating in the air

Tiny pixies soaking up my care

Little stems holding roots so deep

Itty-bitty trees making a world to keep

Big barks looking all around

Tall as mountains soaking up sound

Big branches spread to the sky

Huge enough to never ask why

Big leaves to screen life good-bye

Thick wood only wishes to say hi

All in all, the sun burns down embers

And grows up green fresh come post Decembers

Tricks won’t set you free

My translation is just I see

A dreamy part sub parallel

Below the hump let’s foretell

Straight coming up my way

No future crisis in delay

A moment set sail

Take me away from hell

The day is in small steps

Holding back to some degree

Nailed down to never get up

There are no braces alone

Neighbor the next hope

Assign a dollar and sour

My spirit form won’t die

Smoke what behavior in red

My thoughts are gone

Emptiness seeped in too deep

I only wish it was me

To keep some joy

ion flower withering seed

Grow rebirth into light divine

Enchanting meadow fortify love

Lose not want loss so absurd

Super wondering eye watching

Sinking deep in dark nights

He will slip into a crazed state

Wash off making a clear slate

Not simply but complex for mess

Show it off for never kiss

Frizz my cry for losing fat

It’s all over seeping into sick

Blow out tire fortune paradise

Perfect body behold a thunder

As lightning strikes my mind

Rain whistles to another time

Where is mine to come under

Spell remake life’s big abyss

Stories are short not to miss

European god we are

Kill me once and say farewell

Weight up to scale on me

It’s not clear and quite uneasy

Slope on utopian winters

Thick spine sharp flat splinters

Wide variety answers yes

Let’s go halfway to know

I’ll set use of us on you

Without cream into galaxy

Nebula forest dark and white

Move shape out of sight

Do it right beside a minute

Second under play can’t finish

Imperative complication notion

Move it faster than a tortoise

Famous cloth in denial

Walk forth clear the miles

Inspire glass break in life

Sand ticktock smile away

From nowhere seek glistening

Shining water inside equilibrium

Just equal cubes misguidance

Illusion in deception hysteria bless

Caught in the cross fire elope

My madness treasure existence

Twisted universe one to play out

It is for him only by his story

Ship shifting shape history

Mark make a fix quit this miss

Loss but furnish it all nice

Cube it first come back break the ice

Wicked lives wondering amazement

Treachery yields dying soul forecast

Look behind for not so much resentment

All the way to a last-minute rain forecast

Work undeniable dream can’t just tell

The weather makes me feel not so well

Unbelievable power in a windy day

Imbedded rocks move my world like clay

Luck runs out and falls fast first

Closing a face inside the past worst

Stomach eruption plague us all

Memory adjustment killed our ball

One dimension to the next

This life is more than hexed

Twinkling on a dead flower

God take control of my power

An intuitive consumption of blob

Poking at the ends patterned cob

Destination unheard to unseen

Wipe sweat off, now ramp and clean

Falling to get back into position

Whoever realizes their own mission

Standing on the corner of sorrow

To suffer in lover blank, not regret

Mind boggling ion to see it

Unmasking a small cowardly honor

For tombs beneath one so closer

He sits waiting trying to emit

Never will all the pieces stay fit

Broken madness stopping the heart

When will he cry this one work of art

Paranormal slit in time

Shaping our emotions of slime

Create but swallow the spit

Webbed cocoon topped omit

False cure rage the storm

Sleeping at night in all warm

Here it come and fly away

Not so much to your dismay

A stubborn belling tearing up

Never will you have enough

Tangling vines catching air

Roll down, pour out snowy hair

Full but not quite empty

Forever young keep virginity

Back up stand for tomorrow

Stretch slight release the blow

Hear the tempting rainbow

Gayer than what’s below

Harmony shallow water to bestow

Powering force of Jesus Christ

Heal my wounds and pray till the last

Sanctify my blessing abundantly

Show uncertainty of a nature intimately

Creation sits in your hands and word

It is true belief in everything I’ve heard

To worship is to love your name alone

Majesty pinpoints exact replicate home

Ancient wonder touching my eyes

It is you who opens up the skies

Father and son together forever

Eternal sanctuary on towers closer

Clouds lifting ing by my side

Birth is yours to take on a mighty ride

Going beyond the chariot of fire

I am here in faith, touching your wire

There is a key to unlocking the past

Short and simple makes it not fast

Dangerous turns to close by quicken

All along the journey just looks sickened

Spilt universe glowing throughout space

Never before has it been the same place

Darkening night moon to raise shadows

In the midst gray to black soft windows

Pain is open to receive a path of faith

Disregard the clear meadows it seethes

Unto hastening wilderness in strands

Put so greatly together using both hands

Slow the force down

Reach into the town

Empty shaft of air

Fire it huge beyond compare

Distant life I’ll never know

Slow something comes when the wind blows

An inlet for experience of flowing evermore

A boy sitting dreaming of triumph

Pressure bursts open will not be enough

Cataclysmic gliding boom to follow

Ears ringing from atop the mountain

Soul pours out like a fountain

Disaster yet not without more

A further chance in a place

All in all a mirror image face

Line down the middle of everything

Cover my world so there is no seeing

This creature will never be leaving

As raindrops fall into new believing

Behind my eyes after the disaster

Picture making it perfect

Enemies unknown I can’t reject

Pushing in to out from another

Focus the dead play with over

One side messing the mind

Names endless nothing to find

How walking rides the stance

A run for their money to enhance

3-D lens seeing fun

Oh it has only just begun

Simply sweet lying underneath

Signs pick up and go your feet

Is it I laughing in the back?

As control is all I lack

Bled lives in the sorrow of love

Heaven is not yet to come above

Here for insanity moving pawn

As we all figure out what planet who’s on

Where is it in the tree?

Noisy blind no chirp sounding

White enough to freeze

Screech to start a heart pounding

Swooping by close me up eyes

Darkness noticing a star

Winged creature filling the skies

A bat can’t make it that far

Why can I never see you?

Hidden among the blur

Leaves peaking their way through

If only I could pet the fur of an owl

Every waking moment by

Seeing not one who knows why

Touching the unfeeling fear sets in

Going down, caught in a trap within

Mind power conquer the absurd

Figure it out each and all words

Midway let the dream be set free

Following creature inside of me

Tranquility stopped miles back

Future position is what I lack

Stressed complication spit it out

Thought didn’t make sense to shout

Only a soft and easy other being

Bend the time so I’ll be leaving

This blossom has withered away

Forgotten in motionless wildering

Smile on a lost ion for being

Purpose is but final considering fate

Moving predestination point taken late

Here for another and sleep silently

As sounds are places on a wall perfectly

Always both sides out of reach far to creep

Freak opinion coming to us by others

The chance is bearing down to set in

A wish but gone forgetting the sequence

If anything is good let me receive immense

Irrational prospect fault on the test

Obedience is missing to one for the rest

To bring the dead into the living

And end this war about not receiving

The amount of great experience from God

Control of it all doesn’t listen to what’s odd

Defense mechanism empower the death

Kill for no love or leadership to follow up

Short-lived life mastering the futures

Places neatly together edged brain sutures

Serve the giver bring fortune to arise

Disorganization complicates brilliant lies

Of where the next colors come from

Persecution lengthen divine wisdom

Behold a new secret wonder to see

Cross apparitions telling who are we

Small but delicate persons of mystery

Held on by progress to keep changing history

For whom it is infinite on the belt’s power

Attitude strong pole circling round the flower

Spill it out the verse, to set us free

Waiting is all for sore eyes clear up and see

Swiftly writing by the universe

For one came far away and said the verse

Put it into place to save the human race

Watching it unwind, he says a line

Point if creator echoing outer space

The stars were made from one

Fourth time around the sun

Let it in and be so ever graceful

Politeness always solves beast full

Battling chamber touching pinpoints

Black soul gray to while anoints

Holy deity surrounds my heart

Protect the assured, chosen part

Curve appeal always on the mind

Worrisome habit come and find

Be at mercy in the face to love

Listening is the most important to keep clear

Everyone else has the answers, nothing feared

The greatest mind adventurer growing up

Where is he at and who’s inside his head?

Could it play out this way?

Pull me close for I am near

force and hurry away

Last look, then nothing to fear

Odd chance doesn’t seem right

Truth into freedom ending limit

How is it possible to see this sight?

Sectioned off, hand-stitched rivet

Pulling against the mainstream

Near the eternal mind’s dream

Gathering lost power information

ed soul waiting to find

The in front and behind

Thinking clearly in the dead of night

One es across rivers on light

Bottle of perfection

You show me much affection

Could touch on the wind

You put me in the shape I’m in

Memory’s lost illusion

Where is life’s bug reunion?

Shifting sand of wrong

It is us and who can belong

Listen because it is here

If only you could appear

Reaching into the depths

Take it in small steps

Losing a vivid image

My heart is near to damage

Testing all your faith

Hope it is not too late

Water spilt, then dry

This is me, I can’t cry

Head to toe in blood

Where is there to run?

Cast away stopping time

Pushing up and out of slime

Solid grounding shocking part

Ruined belief thou art

Molding toward the face

Want to see another place

Smooth existence sleeping more

What are we fighting for?

Statement warping anomaly

Halt this changing monopoly

Misfortune fade away

Temporary fix, please stay

Confused state play out

As crazed sinners shout

Drip tears across my skin

Let my heart reach in

Crystal clear beyond the sun

Bright pathway picking up wise

Open awake to not so gloomy summers

Sweet symphonies blow forth on lovers

Priceless entity smarten never be late

The air blows through a rain fate

We about to die together forever

Come with me I’ll show you the way to never

Land directly in the same spot twice

Lightning strikes in the clouds to come Christ

Entering my world with full heart

Your life is so great to be a work of art

Unimaginable beauty to always tell

Seeing you forever makes me feel perfectly well

Make it stay till the end of the world

A center in me rising out like a pearl

Dull moments seize to be

Just looking in your eyes I see

Connections farther than we’re in

Reaching souls haven’t forgotten

Brought together playing weird

Strange persons with no beards

Smiling faces mask intense ion

An unseen care holding out for reaction

A far reach with much to gain

It doesn’t hurt us when it rains

King and queen, funny witch and wizard

One day we’ll fly not down but upward

Hold out for me because I always love you

The best is yet to come for we’ll make it through

Being here never had the chance

Missing moments hoping for ever last

Things come back in a last flash

Warped sensitivity empty hour madness

Wakes up sleeping angels under us all

Stopping can’t begin to never just fall

Days to see people to help

Never knowing who places us on a shelf

Snapping fingers click my way out

Shape this future turn round about

Glossy surface slow to reach in

Forget insanity pull one trigger

Deception paralyzes me without you

Blue skies turning white in sunlight

Past experience bless this sanctuary

Make life more than the contrary

Inspiration happen not wanting more

Disassembly morphing into white light

Pull perfection together fly you fools

Whined it around a spinning heart spool

A perfect song for the birds to hear

I’m sorry it could not begin in appear

Took a long time to close all the books

While everyone stares not-knowing looks

Believe in yourself and miracles happen

The secret string of best friends forever

Little Indian locked away for chief to come

With coconuts and yellow seeds to one day be green

Grab the rope and fall in the mud

A tug-of-war opens up countless mistakes

For hating in not knowing the tears of life

Streaming rivers down my face

It will never be another bad case

Empty dream on a moonlit ocean

Eaves crashing the rocks down

Molding that beautiful smile upside

And catch a glimpse of a world apart

Crying my soul to the center of our heart

Dark acid float digital sand pixels

Listen to signals of sound pointing you further

Dreams come to love, imagining it’s pure

Whispering sounds of a ghost

Spreading through your voice the most

The safest place where we are wet

Keeps the fire low for this is preset

Choice taken to the new millennium

One beholds all power within our kingdom

Created as a child caught in a storm

It is happening now as one door takes form

Dead bodies everywhere

Inside my dreams to share

Communication speed up now

You doubted me, I don’t know how

Destroy a fire with water

Safe and sound universe

Complicated memory function

Not knowing how is it next

Spits if glory behind lies

Figure it out before we die

Come to , don’t stop breathing

Chances are there for us

Far from home with trial

Fear and worry absorb loss

Mistaken heart to find a way

To another type of living

All along a second is just beginning

As signs just us by

Too close for comfort

Never a last resort

Be straight and narrow

For we need nothing else

Simple to complex a mess

Stirred up enchanting is less

Go to come back always for more

Hearts are broken, then they open a door

The equal eyes staring at each other

This is wrong so make me right brother

It warms the mind’s inner believing

Happiness tears the point we are seeing

Mark it once perfect for all the rest

Like us the same be the best

Let out slumbers rest easy and free

As transcendent why comes together

In all our meeting we open treasure

Tears help us grow and forgive the past

It was bad but now it seems to ever last

Lines coming to us straight on the head

Worrying not for beauty to let it go flying

The arrow leaves never to be found lying

Green lights shining the way

Desiring only what tempts delay

Time sneaks in and breaks in pieces

Then love rounds the corner in faces

A true revealing direct pattern win

Yet wonders every night time sin

Handle what would creep your sight

Life’s chopped fantasy is on who’s fight

All but our own to freedoms

Then the texture softens the temple kingdoms

Building inside a hard road and scarred

Each word is there for us yet we don’t see

Receptors in our ears cannot listen clearly

It all had to come to life then slowly die

For being born again shapes every reason why

Giving a work in progress a chance for me

Off the edge of this place it’s you I see

Waiting for all to come appreciate hellos

’Cause good-byes can last forever for it’s you who knows

Light a candle to keep it lit

Never moving down but up seems fit

Eye of the sun staring among sludge

Our bodies do everything but budge

Collapse not to build a gross amount

Stuck and liquefying has been fount

Slow to reconcile the dust particles

It was made then drew out lost ventricles

No open shaft to let the air out

Alcohol warmed the salt so we shout

Scream to top off our lungs above without

Please cherish the mix that didn’t conform

This Christian saw it all completely norm

Not used properly but accurately bored

His chalk is too small to fit it into a lord

No time remaining

This life is hazing

Fire rising from ashes

Soul pretty eye lashes

Awaken from the dream called life

Spirit set in deep enough ending strife

Many complications present problems

’Cause choosing a direction spreads our limbs

Of course the track is necessary to find roots in trinity

A patched up work only learning to try

Stretching hearts expanding yet staying the same size

Wishing a fish to be caught and released

As the mad puzzle comes without the deceased

Free will a mass of objection

Suffer not to intimate rejection

Found a mature nature alive and real

To what extremes our bodies can feel

Rocking it out from bottom to top

The table turns, making my thought stop

Latent period to regress us all

Complexes rise up where shadows fall

Fill empty, sit aloud

Endless situation in the crowd

Sleeping dream alive inside

Dead for now help me hide

Beneath the grass under the trees

Pullen heart weak in my knees

Overtaking activity brain chemical mess

Lying again, I must now just confess

Instantaneous preposition blow across

Wanting only to say hallo their boss

Brief catching here we are

Out of reach but not that far

Soldier among perfect weight

Challenging bodily I have to take

Glory be the days of the rest of our lives

Dark angels waiting to be bright spirit knives

No matter what life keeps going

All around the river remains flowing

Chosen by a being beyond the sky

Fortune stands into growth not sighs

Waging a battle among the stars

Only you can come to figure who we are

Together yet alone, taking me this far

On a travel to second coming of one

Bring us closer ending it to be done

What began a long time ago started back

Mislead generation with all to lack

Intelligence can’t outwit the truth

Even from above empty out in planet Eternal

Zipped mouth never to let it out

A shut up teller near a big waterspout

Created mystery in myth for show

Movie watchers I only want wind to blow

Sand bottom can rock the cradle

A slope to terrify even canes and ambles

Path told wisely and bold

Fruits of labor thankfully old

Desire future regains alliance

No annihilation of territory

Every person can say a story

Withdrawal for change inhabitant

Same but differing from an infant

Cataclysmic falsehood of identity

Purpose equals numbered insanity

A plague pavement on the way

Sharp edge to come out and play

Most minuet sense of cause

Before or now is how it was

Tilting axis ing novice

Vision sets in trying to rob us

Interwoven dream in a dragon’s layer

God will come to answer our prayer

Timeless entity breathing Sun

End it stop to only have just begun

Creeping body come lay in bed

Perplex magnitude inside my head

Staining the eyes of skin blood red

Feeling nothing but lost among dead

Bearing witness to all this dread

Imagine wickedness always to be said

So take it in and consume the bread

Color it pretty for in us we are fed

By a taunting demon freedom is led

Them pulling out wishes by being bled

Cry for the lost in us tears are shed

Guilty always the right crime they pled

Pages fell out as the unit was read

Closely examine love before you wed

Or else again life will come around

And we’ll all be dead

Waking tremble from the start

Beyond meaning where thou art

Coasting century’s torn cracks

Misdemeanor landing unknown facts

Staying still for being alive

As falling forward stops our dive

Try to succeed among the freed

Specific wants make what need

Partly because we’re left alone

To find the only place called home

Is there more than speed’s beginning?

For when’s thou came is another ending

Mileage cast aside the nonbeliefs

Native heritage gone away Mr. Chiefs

Closet case put together neatly

Dying comes soon always very discretely

Lost discovery waiting forgotten memories

Disposal tyranny crafts the eyeing sceneries

Fear not the mind’s glimpsing whys

Future is meant bedded in our souls

Family comes without boring out cries

Fate plays time’s game, loving our personal roles

Figuring it out is all the best of living

Freedom rings at the tops of our lungs

Fortunate to give in thoughts soaking sponge

Finishing last doesn’t matter, it’s sending

Fast messages across a data screen

Fantasy never spills out anything mean

For missing places dries a wet rock

Fun sneaks out to enjoy this ticktock

Fasten your seatbelt it’s a bumpy ride

From around danger life won’t hide

Freaks of nature are nice and real

Forget about ever slipping on a banana peel

Finally we are saved by a wheel

Forgiveness specialized in knowing how you feel

Quite a perspective above the trees

Liking and soaring higher than the unseen

Daring extreme for once in a lifetime

Just so easy to be a treacherous climb

Locking up near heightening senses

Keep out but venture across fences

Tres on everyone’s land

Do it alone, without another’s hand

Falling deep within the air

Only wanting to be able to share

A path chosen without a choice

So unheard of to hear your voice

Softly spoken above the clouds

We’re always in front of a wide crowd

Reacting illusion close your eyes

Breathe deeply to forget all the cries

Conquering a mountain built inside

Then journey further take the long ride

The Sun is clear to light your way

Seeing more remains moments away

How many times have you seen it by and by

Countless entering, wanting to give a last try

Pouring sweat to simply second best, feel dry

Not dirty from surfing down the muddy hill

Sleigh bells in snow empty out your bellies fill

Prodding destiny with a fork stuck to last resort

Our small forts shadowing the sand yet short

Material combine captioned out but not rehearsed

Come heal the people, pull forward, living nursed

Tap your toes and kiss the blind storm and shake it

Finding a heavenly place where everything seems to fit

Pointed taken exactly wrong to ace the way out

One super slammed controller broken to be stout

Show the way on never ending sleep and a trickle effect

Pricked combs near a lower level with ascending dialect

Sit still for it will only take a second attempt

To turn a circle slightly right to ignore it ’cause it’s bent

Doors nailed shut on the other side

Shallow water seems so deep and wide

Travel becomes a distant parallel

From coming by caught in a love spell

Lost dosage of reality we can’t feel

And pray another day as I begin to kneel

Unknowing how to mix it all together

’Cause we’re falling down slow like feathers

Your number is up, it’s time to give in

Don’t quit yet for it nears destined

Find your way out

Choose alternate route

Rewrite existing clean

A young immature teen

Nature clasps down

Risking all

Take nothing

Opposite ends

Are rubbing it in

Imposed responsibility every day

Tell it much there isn’t anything to say

Complications on the forefront

A never-ending cause happens not

Journey past the thought of why

Look clear imperfect not in a lie

Shot out by a barreling force

Will it begin to one time change course?

Mislead the action built in time

Listen simply music of a wind chime

Four corners of the world arise

Antennas receiving all and wise

Direct traffic leave it to be

Instead get into it so all can see

Drop down out of the past

Slow hope down, then speed it up fast

Sinking into the depths of friction

Emotional breakup is his mission

Can’t resist but give in to surroundings

Stuck at home here is your grounding

Backtrack trouble bring it down

Thirsty vengeance on who is found

Territory in regional sections abolished

Pointing wonders to my astonished

Lack of respect without fulfilled mind

Only dreams are here to help us find

Sit completely still

Hear sounds of silence

Whisper to the wind

It is this life we’re in

Reoccurring anomaly

Paradise sanctuary

Home stares straight

Don’t be late

Come to see

Left over debris

Steaming surface rising they come

Sought out material many and then some

Dropped up to hide behind a mask

Adventure takes motivation for our strong task

Put your job on the line to fear itself

Steering the right way for all the wealth

Only to turn around and peer into the dark

Glimpsing by a story who went and told the nark

Landing a straight away in the wrong lanes

Behind out day differences want to be plain

Only it has to play out in the way of death

Sanctimony rears not desecration as it seethe

Exemplified reason noticing every anti-same

Wanting only another being to be the one to blame

Journey to the center of the Earth

Beg to differ this boring appearance came first

Truth and blasphemy versioning called seasons

Defend your homeland or suffer by treason

Worth nothing more than a little piece of tries

End your pain to forgive us all never to again cry

Thanks to what we’ve become

Let us or me pray for future love

ing behind the laying tree line

A track unseen soaked in wine

The clearing is there but soon far

Just see tenderness is free of charge

Like a simple breath of fresh air

It’s meant to be beyond compare

Come to to find the key

Unlock a seemingly long mystery

Backtrack memories distant awakening

Green paths a vault of believing

A wary spirit light at heart

Will he ever be together, not apart

Some side balance walking on a log

Hold his hand out to help clear our fog

Catch this if you can

Wonderings images in unknown land

Transpiring in sequential territory

Time is the main things who is ignoring

How many are on the other side

Here it told falling, well, I tried

Blind in each and every way

Confused trial don’t want to play

Path desired not but to sleep

Will it sneak up behind and creep

Gracious period never lost a chance

Wondering eyes forward into a strange dance

Place all across the board

Lines run out we can’t afford

By the fish loose in the sea

Life has problems stop, believe

Trace the lost source pile on top

Waste in growth start finish rot

Intergalactic faulty contraption

Motion not yet continue inaction

Make us stay

We will always be

Never able to see

Just low-lying bees

Flower atop a curse

Hope for the worse

Arrive when time meets

Front row, lost seats

Open up, close down

Mentor our way around

Among a flood of us

Touches laying the trust

Clenched fist, frozen solid

Coward mind trapped in paradise

Save us someone else

You opened the book so close it!

Given the amount of pages

This play is in very slow stages

Weeping mind

Only dream of finding time

Will you ever be so kind?

Hold the door for me

Weekend to how extreme

A crumb soaked in gleam

Make it be unknown

Fun is half the finding

Tailless future keeps unwinding

Shipwrecked plane

Perilous journey undertake insanity

Fever to arise a new discovery

Ram out of comfort

To grow down to the center

Fall above hell’s soft winter

Prickly skin

Be small for me, but keep all

Short grass, please grow so tall

Turn it round about

His heart is there yet stout

No focus outside the box

Only a long jump in

Change almost create

Moments are gone

Cease to encom

Start a new direction

Mental chaos role

Crosswire the brain troll

Seer to the past

See it now slow fast

In search for it now

Beginning to a huge bow

Walk in a path

Clean our shovel wrath

Revive into farewell

Sinking creek bestow

Plot the sickness

Fire it all yellow

Set the scene for me

Gain a tear in shape

No peace, just distance

Ahead rewind play me

Scared thought to think

Respond back help thee

Inside or behind us

Singled out for your trust

Mortality falter

Your tomb was altered

Don’t hover too long

Order by air has arrived

Head to be the clouds

Body and soul the ground

One for each home

Can I be alone?

Thoughts are your own

Our world is rightly sown

Control a single destiny

Order out minute recipe

Delivering show and tell

Life is encased by a shell

It’s where we belong

Parting is a sad song

Bending shapes into form

Time will calm the storm

A warning in advance

Here’s your second chance

Make-believe born encounter

For you are the announcers

Fit the role as one part

Really everything is in art

When hope is all you have

Dreams are what we grab

Consider the head on your shoulders

Blank out but to be noble

Miraculous breath of air

Fabulous did good to share

The giver took a dive

Can he reach the other side?

Never is this possible

An open field of seeing

Why you want it stoppable

Fear strike unknown into fleeing

Going for the hardest goal

Growing up or take you whole

Staring into shadow of night

A little thing plays the light

Action star not that far

Know shine but here you are

Made in the likeness of us

Pushed alive ’cause it must

Again you told me before

Twilight comes as you close the door

Bad enough to end up must

For nothing arrives unspoken like dust

A short slope toward hope and desire

Watch out the window seeing fire

Placing fingers into movement absorb love

Sentient being here to what we become

Closed shut by the rest of hearing

Wondering why this comes to swearing

Peeling away into dream real free

Awake and stopping forcing us to be

Every day is the edge of most

Table turns from what has begun

Never to deny the part of home

Alone and small help then for all

Grow but bestow the intelligence

Weakened body only to be whole

Come along. Retrieve inner kingdom

It seems clear to fall above it all

Strands of waves around the other

The tasteless point of no exposure

Increasing moment known to heart

Fantasy is but one living simile

Comparing the use of judgments

Before harmony must be resentment

Done twice never break this ice

Thawed out by oblivious ray to one

It will be here forever and now

A world mixing simple next below

Quick as time to come love it all

The race is slow but it will be won

Clear life can’t make a difference

A way out far from who we are meant

Seem less trial not to come near

Going to hell is what I always fear

Getting there transforms the way out

First place must be made, then mount

Standing at the reach on lying days

Be me not how this is altered ways

Why try and not succeed but help me

We will finish and all won I can see

Per chance taken decision fluent

Softly whispered can I just hear

Round off circles, lines stolen congruent

My broken bone mends the tear

Spread then jump into

Forest curve, a sinner loose

Forgive me, Lord, I am sad

Retrieve the lost, heal my faith

I want to grow until I reach the sky

Congruent misplacement unwise

To all the path taking tries

Symbolism toward as new guide

Open mind ready for a long ride

Piercing stage with eyes so many

Posing a transformation fatal if any

Subsidize this worldly origination

It’s constant moment never one station

Playing among the stars below

Drifting clouds laying on snow

Encounter true belief and sneak

It is only allowed for just a peak

Chance taken slow then headstrong

Obey to follow where we all belong

Wide variety, mixing off love

Sitting in that tree here and above

Look too far, then arrive plain alone

The magic stands in a haunting crone

Dark path in due time set torch

For a wall of flowers rests his porch

Welcome to hell, where you drowned in your dreams

Long roads, no levers and no clear pictures it seems

Gone into the night by a forcing charge toy

Make life your way, impossible, you are just a boy

Can’t grow old unless this story is properly told

For who can know anything will ever unfold

’Cause mystery injects dominance against loose

It is not short or steady for who we can choose

Increase only to come back down

One side always is right from around

Stream unsound amid the far

Why for steal it won’t be one bar

Stopped inclination of a wonder made

Adored then caught as lights fade

Before ahead

Pick not dead

Charge cruel

Zero lost fool

Spoken wise

There comes surprise

Never-ending promise across us

We shall see, then go for it must

Distance ahead reaching fight

Hardly waiting but not quite

Venture lies beneath the Sun

An attempt mislead to better sources

Learn in rough in all the wrong courses

For living a dream seems real uneasy

We cough up blood and breathe wheezing

Wrought out your little depths of character

This hideous mistake end our massacre

Oblivious to all the telltale signs

Ignorance will take any written lines

To one day discourage where we belong

Pour the water in the barrel, move along

Live forever, die behind the stage

Forget bewildering, cross into old age

From the fire rises soot

Making a resting place on foot

Fathom notice into out recreation

Rip apart any embodied nation

From the Earth brings future

Mother down to help it nurture

Friction press against mirth

Rock below make way for a first

From the air receives wishes

Molding matters to rely on misses

Flowing land singing with sound

Roll wind’s down fold us around

From the water gives life

Missing stream shower in strife

Forever power disabling anything

Reasons beneath cloud’s angelic wing

From it all energizes infinite spirit

Move in close and time can’t fear it

Fantasy enacts approval notions

Reality bites into healing potions

Four on star

Here we are

Blending mind

Soft, silly full methodical

In known destiny one prodigal

Challenging freedom watching

Wash inside in

Tense gone zing

Gape flesh unanimous fault

Speak right try dip into salt

Melody music is raw radical

Hands together slipping God practical

Try not so hard to satisfy yourself

It’s ed at the hip of dysfunction

Adore but worship a steady pace

Input against hope and see infinite

Pick not chosen in accurate description

Gaining it all comes with losing this

To enhance, can’t stop the inevitable

Sanctuary under wraps it won’t keep

Last friction notice advancement stop

Dropped on a dime sent without moon

When iration morns quite an illusion

Misnamed youth top off my piece

Century encasing held for real

Nothing said, seen, heard, only feel

Gone tomorrow, gone today

Travel destiny inept wheel

Can help it is how I feel

Change my mind in welcome

I did wrong but here’s the wisdom

Togetherness calms our wild

Sensing abroad in an uplifting child

Cancel what verse was said

It’s mad completely out of your head

Who is me and this is two

How come the delay, that’s true

Missing you only we can tell

Down to the sides beneath a well

From the time I

There was this one ender

Always beginning to try

Loss of moment can he fly

Got soaked until it dried

lost, access denied

When hope was granted

Wild soon became slanted

Not failed, but destroyed

Put down at last, I feel toyed

Insight speaking to find a way

Figuratively this object I play

Come closer to me where waters flow

Chance my dream from high to below

Exemplify the journey ahead

Mistake or wind up dead

Downwind touched and freed

Cut open wound, let it bleed

Battle of senses solid shut

It was there, but just had enough

No sunlight on a world apart

Group together sickness cruel art

Timeless entity arise unheard

Mesh a world gone with a word

Can I be denied the sense?

Away to become for past tense

ed beyond reason and why

Give it in will be have a try

Dear God, your one and only

Listening to falter within me

Mistake choice let it ring

Poor enough as the sad sing

Whimper bear a teller told

Empty out, your heart is sold

Stopped up unconditioned

Warm and dry beaten path

Yet again wrong positioned

Care to give without wrath

Yes, I do but shall those still remain

Once the riders have come without shame

me completely apart

Wonder around disappointed start

For none can be in first place

Gone forever with no kind trace

Miss same day post delay

Shout out spirit what’s today

Come back to me

Last chance black as December

Frozen web closing surface

Restore faith within God’s palace

Among the dead seize the free

Star gone wish for it to be

Severed notice status denied

Took it all in only canals as wide

Stole what was given lost reward

Cut the trees down edging a sword

Time came to me on a Sunday

It brought meaning into my life

Challenges foretold going away

Come with me and every day

Like when the soul touches my eye

Inside of it immortality I can find

Reach between you and the forever

To see back in time journey a lover

Take me closer to the way he once was

Invisible, treacherous, distilled and who?

Tyson, I love you loving everything

Everybody hurts but not like you do

Talk, sing, inspire. Close the door behind

Infinity walks beside the darkness

It is evolving the feeling of all in all

Birth to decay an everlasting saga

Something opening up from nothing to

Set our world apart

But your art smile to you and you

You break open the seams pouring out

Divine equally spraying on their faces

Underneath every fight for life

Torture destiny, fix this mess

I will find a cure with significance

Fixation thing has for everything

Devil man, God’s land

Crucifix in his hand

Devil man, God’s land

At my knees covered by sand

Devil man, God’s land

Double-edged truth, no errand

Sleep with triggers pointing out of us

Whom lays beside any but trust

Lady or goddess please lose me

Devil man, God’s land

Picture-perfect photo stand

Devil man, God’s land

This tastes so bland

Devil man, God’s land

Where are you? I am your biggest fan

How does this keep going twisting, feeling?

Tied together by both sides experts in training

Beauty, pleasure, lust, desire

Heart all at once for a while

The split of two worlds lives here

Entering down stuck against the year

Lowers, then rises, bending and shape shifting

Compelling evidence leads to evolving mind listening

To hear you own voice echoing ever closer

Particular gravitation pushes up and outer

Beat yourself up, give into noise, and just hear me

Daylight battles darkness in the human race

A so called stream of consciousness deviated pace

Reason draws itself front to back until right

Meaning clearness written functional yet bright

The seer resembles abstract paradoxes of life

His consuming self-sacrifice opens unfolding strife

Tear him limb from limb magnetically chosen

Global abnormality strikes panic all while interwoven

In the dreams of the universal mind

Blistering wills encircle given freedom and find

Pieces of the unappreciable puzzle are ideal

Century obstacles prevent knowing all too real

Since at first glance, the same resembled wrong

Choose or lose our dividend handling that we belong

Arrived here to explore terror and error

This seems in touch with it or else nobody gets a lantern

THE THOUGHT IS CONTAGIOUS

Since proofs need premises, it is impossible to prove anything unless some things are accepted without proof.

– Bertrand Russell

Quick spread so disastrous

Treading water, wait to die

As life spans before your eye

Room enough here it comes

Air no more, water in lungs

Sink into the fall, less remainder

Glistening light, where is the savior?

Echo lost and dying love

Shock! Panic keeps me above

Sterilize water capture madness

Decay set in unknowing righteousness

Follow the nameless into the dark

How could this end as soul embarks?

Grasping, collapsing plague within

Why else nature pours and thickens

Inept intuition clears every path

Go ahead before I wind up dead at last

Here I find

Oh my . . . it’s pulling me.

I’m headed into uncharted dimensions

Parallel universes and night’s tensions

Meditation aligning sleep to open up

Too tired, in for a deep darkness trust

I know you’ll be there when light sets in

It’s just for now, spirits wait to be destined

In there the future sees itself until later

Patiently reflecting what’s inside a crater

Mind the third eye receiving something

Never know to realize imagine anything

Come to life ride chaos infinitely

Take me higher, drop me farther, teasing

See water, ends of times, gods galore

Good morning, awe wait, give me more

I want, I need, I love, I breathe dreams

Walk his invisible steps, wondering screams

Run from holy ghosts both speaking, believing

Return from a past reincarnation

The medium between me, God’s greatest creation

This day happened so fast

No compare but so much contrast

Please do not enter speech

During applause waiting for each

Tip of the iceberg before I say it

Just don’t confuse your evolution bit

A scheme, a mesh surrounding

All while, my soul is drowning

The sun sets in on a weak moment

Chancing you might walk its way ascent

Only this nature is overdue, must lament

I besiege thee guarantee only me

Get back inside and travel down deep

There may be a simple thing to see

Recapture and talk to the soul of Earth

We’re still arguing what came first

Reason will, spirit, fountain of youth, thirst

Language is a betrayal to us

Mystical awareness behind words

So be it critical edge, no answers

Why do you weep? Humanity raises itself

To God through questions wrestling minds

Everything must eventually rewind

Forgotten pages of the blasting try

Bestow on others effortlessly sly

For increase maneuver around them

The route appears unto you once, open

Cascading magnificence throughout history

Waste not scythe, pick up blind misery

Compared to season winter ensnare

Beaten drums, pulse, internal black lair

Raise an eyebrow, this side is clear

Disappointment enough death can’t be near

Just interfere till the point reaches the rein

Pick leverage, parameter, disguise, Christian

Alive the choice indefinite resource

Easy it may be to get blown off course

Take matters power strike inept stress

Wielding truth patiently nurturing delicates

People that cannot be skipped

There you go, me by

Think you would actually try

The door of memory is shut

Thick like water on visceral blood

Though quantum leap hasn’t affected you

Those can’t happen to agree being who

These exemplified let me, jump forth

Than more objects objectifying course

Thought has covered up till now

Thus deny employed to be somehow

Thoughtless makes sense of complex

This has come to the line, next

Thank not one till you dignify if the self

Thy breaks our surface over playing death

They will come up for air

Then paradise rain up the morning sun

They’ll metamorphose fantasy just in fun

Therefore last eternally within us all, a story to carry existence alive and not small.

They’re intentional nature blinding fate.

NATURE’S PURPOSE

[Nature] is crafty, but for a good end.

– Goethe

IN THIS ORDER of reality and fixation there are two philosophers that I would like to mention. Their words inspire a country and withstand the implementations of the world today.

These people were able to gain control of theories and make them fluctuate into the mainstream global conscious. They were able to know who is profiting most and gaining stronger control of their spiritual presence. It reminds me of being able to will sensation with and without self-discipline.

In nature’s claim over our territory, the nurturing side effect is gone. The prescription mentality reverts into the mainstream, while the human population really uses the don’t-need-it-anyways choices.

We are a conglomeration of how the human mind is losing the balance. Chaos will rain onto the wind, and the brain feeds the storm from abnormal behavior into questions. Under the surface is human skin, the crust if the planet, the universe on a string, mammals/creatures, and the molecular travelling of information of why them.

Whether our choices are for sac religious purposes, the measure of trial maintains. The example of forgiveness and sins stimulate the growth of economy and a free marketplace. A primal instinct closes in on its next victim – it is me they want.

On the course for human destiny and changing fortune to a usable energy, hope has to be released. As if a rope loosens itself, inside the soul is a step that has to kicked away for the fall to take place.

A fortune-teller can play no difference into the matters when the cards naturally fall into place. The wheel spins only to return to a final resting place. Water droplets express every key to knowing how a drop of water can turn into a snowflake.

There must be a cure for bleeding hearts, where they can’t do a thing to save you. On the other hand, ten fingers spring up to shake every single hand to move up the chain of hierarchical needs. Confidence exists in order to face the danger, uphold nobody else but yourself, and go ahead and be selfish.

Think about you who makes good decisions as the past turns back to fail me.

Past: Influence of manipulation

Present: Just a second ago

Future: Still moving. Still listening. Not stopping. Ahead is nothing for you.

Less than the past.

Past Dreams

I’m in or near the barn. Green fields. Someone is with me. Here comes the owner of the land in a truck, I run the barn, get inside. Close the door red walls. Where is the shovel? I need to defend myself. A way out the road, run down to a home garden, in front of white black windows. Fence a driveway. Fear. I’m scared he will catch me, oh no.

Up into the field away from my house. Top the hill looking down at a pond as slowly I crept over. Right side of the pond, a hole dug by a dozer like a square mud bottom. The pond surrounds by the hills. By the mud, a man walks up the hill holding a fan. I hear the noise, he doesn’t turn around.

I go to where the side had been dug out, I stand looking to the ground. I see clothes and white exposed bones. Arms and hands with half of the tops cut off from the digging. Sharply done, I don’t know how.

The girl with me says, “Hold on.”

I’ve got a bulldozer.

I’m in the bulldozer going up the hill away from the pond over a ditch line just dug by the man with the fan.

Over the bump now driving down the road in the dark. The place the road is exactly like my home road

The hill, I’m on the road going down right where I used to get my haircut. Lights, a car is coming up the road headlights, but it is an old model station car like a model A or T. It fires machine guns as it es me driving. I keep driving, turn left in the dozer toward my home.

Fence on left green fields, daytime. Beautiful green grass on both sides. Freedom, no houses, where? My neighbors are supposed to be. Why, I don’t know. Dead end.

Driving to the last turn to my house, still driving a bulldozer, but it seems like all along I was a enger. Turn into a driveway, but I just look at where my house is, but it’s not there.

Another building is in its place on the hill with trees behind and the left side. It’s grand, huge, modern, and with big windows. Curves around with a slant upward at the front.

Blue glares off the building but green darkness the modern aspect. Like a new library in the Tri-Cities area. I’m inside now. The guy, like actor, greets me. I don’t know who; he is a cool guy. I’ll find out later, but I think he says, “Everyone, they all are here.”

They chill in the building. The center I stand or observe before what I see my perception.

A gray-colored God, statuelike, I don’t see his face, only wavy hair flowing down. Beard, yes. Images I make out of people standing above him are crowded, watching. I think that’s where I was. Below him, where his throne is a rectangle pool of water, no depth.

The sound of a waterfall coming from it. It’s a show of some sort. From the rectangle pool of water rises or is already there, a statue of people and liquid waves up motion. It all appears as the whole scene looks like a massive wall to the sides. Beautiful structures, elegance, swift, solid. God speaks.

TIMBER

The water, black with the people in the previous statue, moves to form like wood, breaking screams. Torment, torture, but force impossible to be real. It solidifies into a statue, like a burst of splashing water. It seemed calm before, maybe faces, and bodies three or four are in it.

Exposed nude, but not personal. Higher force magnifying life form by death. Be the show by commanded being not or yes, I cannot think for them. The scene it stops. I open my eyes.

PRESENT DREAMS

When it all began the music was too loud. I hardly knew what to say and who to say it to. Not knowing what to do I fled directly into the arms of all known. I feel it hardly hurts, but putting a place on everything the trial is aware for condition.

The loser wins, so good luck with that opposites appear even on the inside but to close a door and open a door a hero lurks in the dark.

A number I wish I could well pronounce in good tongue. Only now my waste for exceeding guidelines. Do yours and I will do mine. Shoot for whole meaning the dark to light true dreaming gives its cries.

You lost what?

Change had come upon you and I feel clay and reveal. Pull apart by everything around pointing into where? A slippery slope of untouchables it wants to be, how? Extending arms side to side a fate looks better on the others tried. Come in illusion is done, I walk home miles and children before.

I’m on the move car like dream steering and moving without listening. Side near food as I down an enchanted aisles consuming every drop of discretion. What way can I go but my own, and it is the only ride on chaos I find complex.

So simple just keep up-to-date on reckon lift. Hold tight, intuition is more than a vision. So sinister it hurts to be clean. Give me focus and attention soul. Only you, I think could prove, but you did so muttering to me I followed to kill. Some had twice shy but, hey hello, why can’t I be black and white?

Just hold back and take a few, but you is that I don’t know where. Terrible pair in life there is meaningless fair. A game not to play but unauthorized action accident or not, no meant no. And yes, did both believe any eyes see me or do everyone fear challenge electric current.

Slack set free and I leap back and forth. So I go on turn a path and we are here and there before. I come back around somehow, but sense tells me life is another beside me yet unmerciful. Feel do appear up where when weird?

Universal the old friend homey to me does in. Happen to be there fear and deny the truth. Destroy the loose grip and spring into action. Stop decking around snap twist away vanish into decay. Now go faster than ever. Odd enough the drowning star force.

A builder of the works. Rock in born cold when warm. Fear not, watch him run through away from the effect. Destination none where the sound doth roam. A blink in instincts bleed awakening dream on unequal ground. Who me, no him, why torment. Follow me. Last end near crept by a stream of brushwork sharp trees or roots.

The man is on a horse seems as if I am his pet or he has owned a good friend. You are exactly where you need to be. Perfectly aged certainly without totally full.

Floating adrift he picks me up hair and all and both the killer and the one set free and throws me whistling over the waterfall. A note to add watch learn, know not known. Keep it you’ll transfer it.

No ground I feel fall, then leveled out. One leap, two, three, four warp video blue white foam. Flipping land in everlasting harmony. Now less dimension without shadow lean up a right clear molded tripled in momentum. Speed of acting on sense a master in disguise. Static screamed enough it stings.

The small circles and dots of soft waves of light bursting in liquid movement – hope, victory, important news to hear who cares. Let’s all beware of tomorrow.

I would do it just if I should, picture this lost stranded alone in a world where you have everyone waiting now a lot offering heart! Pity I feel pain when a mess of what I live in makes it feel worse on best. Dreams I am drawn.

Now fine in color and black, white, invisible, animated, solid, liquid, essential, community, will, crisis, beauty, and networking. Soon, I came to creation and ability high on the water low on the plasma.

Meditate and Write

A psychic change phenomenon

Order in which we’re pictured

At essential heart a caregiver

Ready and waiting bound lazy

Slow to wake, welcome mistake

Let freedom triumph victory

May it be adventures to take

Long ago predictions stay made

Push into sleep a wheel stuck

Time has stopped in our mind

Outside momentum buries alive

Can you hear when I will see?

A looking glass blind transform

Where skeletal remains steal

The mud ran over fish to reel

In and out, in and out what

Vibrations peaceful slowly fastening

Our seat belts in locked hum.

Messiah Then Prophet

Away with the unknown

Blessing days chose his own

Aloft those missing in line

Walk into steps hold divine

Experience fear on alone time

Realize a forecast by chosen crime

Meant to clear a trail we share

Clairvoyant image of love and care

Meant to clear a trail we share

’Tis a line straight and narrow

Rippling fall in waves not pharaoh

Rule cannot end, humble accept one

Next calling yet, outnumbered

Pushing sort of key natural boundary

The screen for life bares sacred foundry

Dry land, quintessential uproar

An approach hidden untouched

At all cost each corner is strong

Least enough three pillars ever remain

The moon’s gates reveal the unlimited splendor of the soul.

Reveal ourselves without holding back censoring ourselves anyway.

No longer abandon yourself.

I enjoy making an important decision.

I value honesty and integrity in relationships.

I like what is mysterious within me and within others.

Through choice I can change my experience.

I am willing to express who I am fully, and openly like the moon.

Simple Meaning (02-26-07)

Clear the way for extraordinary. New momentum stops.

A lifeless entity says, “Be weary.”

Beautiful slowly rots.

Come to find this isn’t an only line

Gross magnificence wonders

We try yet climbing bears us hollow.

Throw up my meaninglessness.

Who can I, how to want to follow

Inside small outside all. Man, men, adult, grown, mature, fake, false, a child, a boy, insecure.

Top to bottom three ways around.

Truth lurks six feet under

Masterpiece of sandy wisdom

Home alone closed near crust

Farther down imagined net worth

It costs too much the price we pay

A sentence marked unfortunate itch

Soul trickery, why a fool can

Glide down before unmoved ignore

Which road doth we take?

Fair exit sleeping tis fake

Glamour covered smooth eclipse

Moonlight out shines all airwaves

Crystalline mold solid never sold

Forgiven when organs are skin

Touching the very angel’s knife

An unnoticed being accompanies fine

Goats as minds form meaning

Bleach white purity horns redeeming

Like snakes shedding their skin

On time, heart rushes when rest sets in.

So when the travel hits the road

Leave behind a perfect humble abode

Reality sets in

From the core of who says “I”

Best is yet to come, effortless try

Reality sets in

The world outside grows strong

A method positions, gone to belong

Generate within

Young wills, search and

Proportional , land o’er gender

Generate within

That taste covering me

What says I can feel

Oh my god, dear Lord

Here’s to save me I repent

From my sins sending all

Thank me later, stop hurt

Bury deep the life wrenching

Blood colliding, falling farther

Never before discovered yet

Bursting out in pouring full

Fill me up, reach my climax

Tear my teeth out of my skull

Love sheds done core

Block, watch out for most my essential diagnosis.

Hey, how is it going?

Look at me, draw you in

Breathing while I smile

Come close to me now

How do you know, how?

In most cases, there isn’t

This thing closure

Crash an eye to exist

You are in the midst

Pulse of heart feel me

Vibration sound on deafen

Charm magnet my neck

Boldly choosing flash force

Fire burn baby burn

Black descent into my hole

Close, near free wind blows

Color shown not many

One not own but never alone

It is time to love yourself

Slow Leak

Forget about me until never

Treasure my one part inside

This is how we do it

But hold now I am sorry

Truly a pathological liar

Beware what will happen

This is it, this is for real

Overwhelming my dreams

Are wrong my past incomplete

My journey short-lived

Essentially I am done

Too much to give, less to receive

I am dumping myself out of this picture

It was over before it began

Devil inside rots with doom

I am afraid of you.

There is no love.

It cannot be I don’t know anything

Forgive me as I forgive you

Good-bye, I cannot love

Moment of peace, write your thoughts:

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In my dream, I am running to defend myself paralyzed

I am still annoyed

I feel the ground and see the exact colors of the land. I live around. Something else comes to mind

Three people I find

A lawnmower

One battle

Nightmares fight for me

Paranoid of saying you’re in a dream

Seems like I can run and hide

Spies the espionage take hold

The war waged

Kill them again stay

Survive shoot to the death of his head

Live self

Realization focus harder

I am coming to kill somebody homicidal

Only one person

Shoot the gun into his face, nothing appears

Back and forth

The consumption more to grab and stab nature

Him scrubs the man or buy of filth

They are not on your side.

Right behind the envelope permanent

Stick into the waste, drive lift up the body

Raise arms biceps

Crunched motionless like the break of dawn

A new era formed by motive and spiral cortex through the deceased

I am the reaper

Spread the reaping

Subconscious to Unconscious

Sick joy inside of a rose

Underwater I hold onto her hand

Drown I am drowning

Water courses into my lungs

The wave is over my head

I loved her and will not let go

Hold on, it will all be over soon

Warmth inside comfort rises

Fear sacred heart body seal up it was not happening

Imagine it not the heaven, it fell down from the sky

Us, me and the sitting still on a beach

As a ghost horrifically knows exactly what to see

The conquer an angle that angle of destroy ourselves

God take over my eyes, turn bright darkening living eyes

To ice, solid recognition book taken alive mix in

Mix into time mix into

Peace alarm the harm

Here come the blast

Left jolt the world stops

Stops disease, stop dying

There is a cure and the dying star has the way

Watch the television

Cure my fantasy

Cure my heathen world

Cure my worst problems

Cure my position security

Cure my brain’s sanity

Cure my possessiveness

Cure my enchantment

Cure my magic

Cure my tragedy to comedy

Cure my point of

Cure my on life

Cure my consciousness for shelves

Cure last brain cell

Relative material playground

To open the mind’s eye

A seal must be broken

Age of Aquarius to enhance

The metamorphosis

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS GOOD AND BAD

History is often cruel, and rarely logical, and yet the wisest if realists are those who recognize that fate can indeed be shaped by human faith and courage.

– Henry A. Kissinger

AS YOUR NUMBER one fictional character sits drawing itself in the background, we are measuring boredom. Stillness of an inside organic medium of posture lurks. If your back can be corrected from the white paperback novel, the fictional character can be you. Did you draw yourself a masterpiece, or did it fall off the edge of space?

Modes of expression are released into directional irony because it is everywhere. Who am I, you’d better beware! I feel so evil, then good on days. My acupuncture is laid in death all its life. No transformation, only good-byes. For now my soul has moved on, and there is no more need to worry about being inside yourself.

The never-ending story of your life starts today, and as you consume a simple teacher and pride take none other than yourself in aim. I shoot to kill, thus, how about a shiny silver bullet in the werewolf’s skull.

In my fictional character, a young boy writes the end of the world. The Mayans and comets align into equinox numbered nothing. The first step for him was to get people ing the club; he said, “I am starting a movement. It is called anti2012. All you have to do to the downfall is nothing.”

Calendars began to shine mirror faces, and Egyptian kings arise from the dead. The queen stays to guard the underworld of Lilith. Aliens begin attacking with antiparticle solar rays. They are wielding the power of the son to do the second coming of Christ’s bidding. Every man for himself as the savior returns, the losers all lose. The word scare starts inside nightmares.

The controversial liberator – me, myself, my choice – the stern character’s voice says. Who comes first? Get out while you still can. I leave the door shuts, and the fictional character is set up inside my solar plexus. The higher source must be above somewhere. Think smaller. What is the biggest god?

Belief that nothing else matters. Playing with a mess. This world has become eternally blessed.

The ninety-degree curves around the corner as the street post takes form. Letters begin matching up. This is bigger than a blade such as a spiritual sword because of who is doing the cutting.

A fictional character is best understandable as a child. This child seems to find his way into everyone’s houses and homes. Another glance leads to maturity of adolescence. Parenthood structures growing up into reality. Playing games can slowly lead to no imaginative thoughts and feelings of belief.

A child believes in what?

Questionnaires of flowers, pretty things, massive structures, building blocks, outside nature, inside emotion, away too far off places and motherly love. Run around with a parachute, set it on fire. Playtime has always been, and open wound at the end. Keep anything.

The day draws down the moon

Saying life will happen so soon

I walk down the trail with a friend

Knowing all too well we both transcend

Our webbing truth stretched out

Fortunes tell when figure it out

Love goes a long way when beauty sees

Through her open eyes above the trees

Take this moment with you

Establish our rule and virtue

Calm on the surface of things

Wildfire whites their fins

With luminous colors shining

Old memories start in which century

The twenty-first of its kind precious stone

Focus deep outside, this is our home

Belonging to nobody but ourselves

God puts our figures on the shelves

Whisper in the dark

Slow echoes mold his art

Blowing down fiction

They will not face extinction

Climb up for air too thin

Going, gone to come back again

We your care

And how we just wanted to share

Why time works for us

Then the cosmos won’t bust

Into where they are going

Any other world stops knowing

Why they did stay?

To live together on this day

What does it take

To have a job in uncharted territory

And always have the best story?

When valleys hold the key of heart

Open wide for your soul to embark

me when lightning strikes

You’ll know I have made it all right

An old wise tale says this isn’t heaven

We must open the door to his seven

Where a lingering spirit es into

The likeness of another person’s shoes

Fill my time with ing

Growing bolder alone for adventuring

This will feel stronger when you’re alone

Cruel intensions breaking on a white stone

You can take this from me

A journey with an untold memory

See it happen because this too shall

Only knowing my world will ever last

Bring me back into the Earth

Close my roots and belonging back up

Which way did he go?

I’ve been traveling this road

Ever since the stars became my own

When and then, did our path halt

Only for a moment, but it’s not your fault

Rest up all our hopes and dreams

Because we are perfect as it seems

For the way things were

I sit underneath the main tree

Around a graveyard, why only me?

Names and numbers all so well

Widening my time I wait

To see the person I love late

If she shows my memory returns

Or else I follow, the wind learns

Looking in every direction, lets go

Another er by the misprints

Sun alive, fate defines my lover

When I want to watch it snow

Once buried, where will we know?

Where is this face that loves to dream?

The day away with me, am I at the right place?

I don’t see he, give her more time.

2010, I want to rebegin.

A world apart in essence we are one heart

Paper eyes are not the same.

Disaster! I am the one built on dragon’s wings

The scales run up my spine and immortality mine

Oh, been waiting for this moment my entire life

Such presents don’t sometimes come easy by

Do it together forever flavors in ponders

Dusty patterned for brain clams amazing

Voices on shoes rooster it in a chicken

Walking flipping flopping I would say first

No, not me fuck, now I must die like all the rest

Struck by lightning bolt static electricity

Connection power down

Forgiving Life

External radioactive frequency

Tab out in front of the retrospect or

Dysfunctional noise in harmony

Shadow less shoulder on a bird’s eye

Trapped is our sour like time collapse

More somewhere else to the problem

Take it and leave it, need no other

In one big bite red tire suspends out

We keep spinning the right way on hot

Listen hyper inspiration to conquer love

Just a smile and a wink goodnight

Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat

Hitchhikers do not need green thumbs to paint tomorrow

Out of love, out of sight, hidden sparked light

Hallelujah, the king has returned to meet us up

Cooked ravenously over a hard-boiled egg

My calves lay beside me to guide me straight home

Defeat but not much longer time for joy

Oh no, consider propaganda done

Heaven and earth without the sorrow of sneaky saltiness

Sugary until the very end seeped at night not sleeping

Cancer to kick then run and hides to manage seas

A full force

Accurate accessories are here stronger

This star will be able to shine brighter

I want to go on a magic carpet ride

Judgments to live with us act pride

The scents to an initial go to the sky

Burn down the dead put them in fire

Childlike reenter in a new car and know

This world is very loose to be the follow

Win the human race

Love this entire proper place

Future enact to destiny of water solute

Time for filtering out all our dirty boots

Finger print circles and oval egg transform 3-D

Metatron, transformer more than meets the flooded waters

Trigger effect and psycho reject treat Saturn ion

One cash announce, where is my allowance?

My spider sense covers your entire radioactive trance

Master of thieves crookedly turned us all up

Lower the volume, transcribe times tens

Hermit travel alone till times music from noise we’re in

Cancel delete ABC 123 note find the one behind dolphin

Oxy the quarts until the end is nearing temper tantrum

Knock their teeth out eat their gums

Fire the weapon to fact is so much fun

Caught high on the trapeze

Did it all with greatest ease

Winter land on imagination abyss

No oblivion stone to piss us missed

General hex tinker with a twist

Left to right way enhanced kissed

Linger draw near

No death can fear

Apocalypse kill me

All dead I can see

Up and down but winds know direction

Put it into drive power up go question

Timeline smack me to the ground

All the way to nowhere and found

Hurry up and wait tempting snake

Lasted a long time misguided hate

Deck deal us together nay plastic

Flower petals never die in dreams

But fall forward and down it seems

We are off on a new decade strong

He’ll know us how we all belong

Come to me and I’ll give unlucky

The games we play possibly hurts the

Hooray for all the falling stars

One stands up to the global cars

Nominee to future present at me

Choice the source of love to save with tea

Never in a day that I had a tea party

Seven until the very end, sip up in Bacardi

Well, today has gone by quick

As the resting began to be a pick

What a weird daisy bunch I would say

They came without notice or delay

Pick up the sticks, put them ahead

Each mind’s eye would rather be fed

Brake up tangent to live forever

New rules apply for us to wherever

Happily smiling until the very end

Foolishly hiding, then surprising begin

Alphabetically categorized home plate

This diamond field is never too late

Sneaky invisible sniper man

He’ll rob a bank to say he can

Walk through walls and floors

Already see the other doors

Answer steady pen racer

No time to find an eraser

Gem improved my lady

Puppy dog eyes too shady

Reflection of one to the Sun

Generate only power for fun

Humanitarian to lead the way

Wake up, smell the coffee, it is a new day

Today was the eight of hooray

My empty book fills the next page

Hero of the day, fly far away

Don’t leave us behind to stay

Once alive never deprived

All stung by a beehive

It hurts to be a yellow jacket

Flipping the birds off fire crack it

Rise above to sparkling eyes

Love not lost in his fireflies

Glowing in the darkness, he parks

Rocks come together with sparks

Needle in this nowhere in that

Brown-haired halo, joyous small cat

Try today, learn tomorrow

In this world exists no sorrow

Crazy nine is in line

Cheater, oh did prosper

He was always there

His name is like Casper

Enter into me I saw

Explain new equilibrium

Voice to joy infinity

Jangles of bells of snow

Snotty nose to leave me

Simple calm water for tea

Piss on this and on that

all the way under a mat

Hedgehog lost in shadow

Holy shady night below

Calm the waters inside me

Clear us up all for free

Hey, Galileo, shine down eternally

Pretty as ever could be seen

Take me away with your heart screen

Tomorrow’s another soul’s hope to scream

Come on a magic carpet ride, Megan

Take my hand and ascend the clouds

Feeling of marvelous Adam and Eve

Joy can’t be quick off a moth’s back

Lilith but to receive viral tongue love

Too hard to handle that doorknob

Unicorn unite forever be known

Enchanted dark black forest crust

Hell’s delight, Moon the fight

English to heaven all because number

Aids positive enters eons ahead to serve

Alive is quite played out best cast and crew

Sunshine old sunrise a new below above

A missed right toe for Megan, the one on doves

Feather the weather, hearts to hear so old

Courage you bore it all down in my skull

Gone for a while ahead to find

Music enchanting melody of five

Moonlit memory change numbs

Two digital media of thumbs

Green gorgon left in line

Blow away sand with a chime

Recheck me clear off here

Go outside, jump into the air

Happy thoughts combines to care

Which way the wind did blow

Hell frozen over by small snow

Apocalypse in to out twist then shout

Rebreak broken glass, let it out

Stop free on sin to center away

Galaxy seven came at a cross day

Without time there would be no rhyme

Discovering possibility improve

Transfer my paranormal experience

Into worldly dreaming flight

Make haste with further reference

Speed will not win this mad might

Maybe a plan to leave ahead of us

Hop on, tomorrow’s magic school bus

Trickery to eat the lust slice

Agility will shake and break the ice

Crap taking over dusty molecular miles

Clean the nasty out

Short wind, not a shout

Crying to the bitter end

Flinch words open the pin

Because I got transformed

Metamorphose data reborn

Simple facts answers ours

Take a minute to see the hours

Wish be told I tried my best

Hopefully I won’t end like the rest

Dream one seen high almighty

What seems to thread this reality

Changing from good to bad upward

This love holds true to home a bastard

Lifting toward a chance to find

Misguidance is yours, not mine

Waiting on a moment’s climb

Treacherous coin to journey isn’t fine

Death to one life to another

Who ponders the stars as brothers

Mother Nature, walk with me

Maybe one day I will see

Upon request mystery mess

Sir knows a lot Miss Low Dress

Cancer air cure freeze see

All right okay blank for me

Invisible pages to be mastered

Toss the Sun and Moon for fun

Mixed dreary days to plaster

Cross-stitch to make the done

Manipulate create falsify nectar

Hummingbird store in each letter

Did into the dirt arise

Leftover bodies of head

Truth to be told we are dead

Locust force no surprise

Walking fruitfully esteemed

Midway point entity survive

Go ahead make us bleed

Till one day we will all be alive

Empty planter plant a seed

In a world of nectar alone

Beautifully complex in out bones

Trickery snickers at the choice

Liquid solid our rejoice

Mister sound harmony crown

Slip over hairy head endow

Clear my thoughts up to be

Center of direction equilibrium

Point into a unicorn hello

Left right behind me fellow

Parallel rain to keep all stains

Bridge above tears fall storms

Wretched win pull on the reigns

Believe fiery red take its form

White bright control of dignity

Chapped lips help me virginity

Body health to calm a life

Taken away again by your knife

String attached, released!

Puzzle together pieced

Target backward revive

In us stars are alive

Die unto me

Experience what I see

Flash memory to two

Forth most unto fire

Rebirth class judgments

Creation to never be alive

Dead forever hell we are

Here inside from a far

Time is so eloquent

Five points knows all

Nature forever cell call

Misdirect

Reenter into a new car

Until one knows who we are

Charm luck’s misdemeanor

Charge it up with splinter

Send them up

This life is beyond my knife

Others know it best from three

Negative times one to be positive

Die and again relive a dream

Point taken, may I want to live

Going black into white seems

Who would know we melt like wax

Incense ran empty to become facts

Body and mind heart and soul

Who will transfer data to the old?

Versus back in forth six the time

One to say forever bitter time

Insane crazy salty dog sticks

Cigarette butt sticking in the ground

Who bleeds through all the sound?

Liquor not so nice

Alcohol to spend the ice

Loved up to transfer

Monotype can’t be referred

Clockwork counter my work is

Talk later about which hour

Ladders broken down crush

Sunkist of walls spring us

Close down the night’s fight

Superior heart not losing white

Two to self-identity hooray

Falling down ends the day

Hold me forever towers of pain

Cure my disease sorry to see

Cry alone, pray till we get home

Hale me not wish for this

Where I am without a kiss

Sincerity to close out letters

Come around to find no sweaters

Calm and easily cool

One yet zero I am the tide fool

Seasonal rings of whirling cry

Deep in shadow come up for my

Plea for help answer numbers

Cross down under the blue cave

Air iridescent light shine behave

Trouble is sneaky shown to play

Web of net intertwine me

Soul reach out beyond hearing

Come back for more always

Forever in a day thought rays

Ultraviolet to royally sign

Determine sight is it mine

Little star always at night

Give me info spin my fight

Figure it out at speeds of light

Miss me not, control my thought

Won be known kingdom on high we fought

Now to stand up against the ladder of procrastination

Magic endeavors life beyond this new population

Never-ending tyrannical maneuver inside

Stop behind beauty heart’s high we hide

Shatter all reality to crucify my death

Below stuck like junk, drunk, trunk

Collateral healing

Come near to me soft-spoken design

Yield to go ahead not stop at the sign

Final fantasy to avenge itself, hi

Ask how reality myth not so much high

Burning eyes beneath the distance

It waters forever in tales of must

Contribute to time’s new creation

Question equator to shift relation

To the age of discovery a new

Cross up and into all the blue

Cherry dreams soaked up fine

Ultra flip only to always be mine

Drain the water from my war

There is no death for fighting anymore

Muddy hill slanting upside down

Eyes of cruelty powder cry around

Tripping on rolling stones

None of us knows we’re home

Here forever mystery slide

Mismatch future karate ride

There is nothing holding tight

This life is shit to all others

Cower about to show mothers

Madness for it to be made up

Ugly to me so much disgust

Empty my part

Living as dust hacked out

Sucked traveling like lost must

Opportunity angelic as feathers

Thrown down across alien weathers

Jamming to music without another

Sharp as gray lumps crowd farther

Lugging around inside blood

Circulating object to no options flood

Ginger bread man like one discovery

Images of wishes stay as no recovery

Circumstance

Sit down, blow up tomorrow

Send it way with my sorrow

Damaged body to enter calling

Dreary minds stop the falling

Takes us all up at one chance

The change will arise to trance

Awe the facility into trash

Acceptance slows down not a flash

Pan handle secure by lightning

Peace is show sized small frightening

It’s me to play the game

If only I was only the same

Edible for the taking

Destroy eternity in the making

Herd them out

Dropping down like swing leaves

Sustain my anguish inside this who

Let the key go away from locked doors

And let there be no light in towers fall

Of who is wishing to rise above all

Them inside the mythology fact answer

We are all dead cancer killed us out

Push through the barrier of darkness

Fire to lead me my will to must obey embark

One low is mine one name is yours

Cranked up skid row slipping spider scores

Up and down my back ticking timer

Come with me no milk and honey

Curse this nation under God, he lives

Is the final meaning to mentality

Forever and ever he lives in all of us

But on single had to double the fly

Fish me not we suited pillows

Black thick slug substance

Tricked mind events for chance

Into the hate among the tips

Upside fiery abyss sanctum whips

Slashing gray material in front preview

Movie makeover up sideways screw

Blue light into orange slices

Sword of pirate’s eye of diamonds

Dig in under toes then lift crisis

Millions of points of in Earth pull months

Reach in and swift out

Bleed through empty out

It is coming up

From the bottom down

What is the sound

Of galaxy animal’s found

Stepping stone skip me

Rock the boat all for he

Drown hope with sorrow

Make sure it happens tomorrow

Land of equal free

Christ in all of us and see

The mouse takes the cheese

The cheese stands alone

True love waits to die

As it hears the last cry

Winning isn’t challenging

One enough when ears are ringing

Bowel of truth stuck in decay

Sunlight shower the dark rain

Into a new era of dawn

Discovery is the place we live on

Place misplaced counter act

Do it all solitary no interact

Peace inside out mellow dew

Hair style is crazy and few

Tranquil heart

Without a start

Finish never end

Colors just blend

A Place Where Everyone Is Dead

In a time where there is no time

Nothing but something exists

Endless garbage collecting dust

Will this way then go we must

Trees can talk to other’s flow too

Fish we are under a cave of lust

Trigger happy for each mess

Particle man fast as a coke can

He is it and we are all of us

Can’t tell why just how because

This is shadow and today is green

What colors come next from this dark seed

Suffer in love

Eat the pour age

Mystery care bear

Lift us all with a stare

Step onto flat and walk across

Below up sand is down

Perfect for playing in hours

The next day

When the world ends behind the eyes

One cannot help but look to the skies

See the wheeling dream of toxic madness

Maybe all it is, is just a little bit sadness

Play in torture so much fun to stay alive

Soak up rays of heaven we must arrive

Solely on time of lies, soot, and tight rope

Walk across but stay behind give me the hope

Struggle the meaning of my design

Empty desolate trash lurking behind

Grow a future for me to see

Flower or thorn who will I be?

Clearly invisible

Set up free for fun increase

Heart take me far, far away

Come home with slightest ease

Tomorrow is another dismay

When all hopes fail to see it

Raindrop from my lullaby son

Rosy weather eyes the been it

All the way to the top a get along

Featured application for progress

Disorder and ashes leave a big mess

Trigger treat me right along a path

I was there and loved to do the math

Perhaps a ticktock cluster of dream

Swirl my soul in a big bowl of ice cream

Hello the hell and dig a trench

Water will try but will prevail

Cure a corrosive evolution

And stop let me make a revolution

THERE LIKES TO BE ONE WITH ANOTHER

A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams.

– Umberto Eco (1929 –)

A golden child awake one mother

Nature’s best seed to fill up

Most beautiful life not flipped up

At the beginning of today

Tomorrow is sunny and hey

You know what you must do

To answer when alive becomes two

A dreary step knowing invisible

Street corners make it incredible

They stop and turn to better

Life has a blanket of debtor

Ribbons are not to go with us

When time sneaks an arrow because

The plain mistake is best shared

Forgetting me and you not scared

It’s all of us in fleet performance

Taking me home

Here we are

Listen from a far

Hover in my dreams

Dark knight white seems

Guard built up to see

We are all correct for free

Home is us we are all cheese

Happy little logs of blocked trees

Glowing glass to clog real tea

Matching star sub dual for royalty

Consume my spirit to play out trouble

You seem like one and not a double

The one that is true from begin

Themes of music slow down the end

Matchmaker bake me a cake

Pile it high for you do make

Think away the rainy day pearl

Center balance me without referral

Hooked up by nosey curious

Poked too far never be enough

Found a hair down the stairs

Is there one remaining who cares

Allow me to stop your trucks

Blow the house down white pucks

Know to trap me a dark duck

One too few to help I’m stuck

Down here in the tears a nod

Body being all of us in a knot

Ripped by him powers denial

Fix the problem slow as time trial

Listen to stop me forever alone

It is much harder to cry

And so easy to tell a lie

Than feeding for nutrition

In a vast box it’s my position

Let me out to free attempt

Run full of desire I meant

My own is but my own

And it still comes alone

Soon enough trial reason

Possibly a wrong season

Cloud, let down the rain

Rain believe in tomorrow

Tomorrow never dies today

Today let us see the Sun

Sun tell all the stories

Stories create out breath

Breath collapse their thought

Thought don’t make a mistake

Mistakes heal in strength

Strength behold not words

Words instigate a new love

Love rule the world

World paint like art

Art evolve past humanity

Humanity stands without

Without disorder in chaos

Chaos will meet the com

Com points due South

South is where I am near

Near to dreams I feel

Bring down the rains

Rains empty out sorrow

Sorrow be led away from home

Home is where the telling is bound

Bound by loneliness and a day after

After the cloak is lifted to heave

Heaven come to me another song

Song of mystery on a single planet

Planet incarnate growing slower

Slower fast as lightning breaks

Breaks a snap into from outer space

Outer space skips forward dead

Dead in lullabies from the skies

Skies swoop down underwater

Underwater a cave opens journey

Journey this is processing it

It the life all in one person

Person lifting off to fly away

Away from this place called home

Liberate my freedom

Empty only on the outside

Misdirection I cannot hide

Simply put it together

A solemn duty called whether

Maybe not the answers vary

Your choice is not mine

Only a soft touch very fine

Placement not corrected done

Let’s leave just for some fun

Take me away to empty again

The lines run together

Lifting thin falling feather

Woke up on end of night

Want only to stop the fight

Get me closer to nothing’s place

Going to get gone besides an ace

Misguide to show the whole picture

I want to one day be in richer

Far over my head I stop

Waiting to go further I’m not

Sleep away the time’s tiding

Get me close to what is hiding

Bring it out to dawn affecting

Where holds heart we are fetching

In the world waste it’s etching

To the falling daisies

A dream wake up to tomorrow

Sleepy trance communication

Into what is small or big

Its equal length but wind

To blow down against next

Hourly sitting back relax

Stamp patterned down and now

Ripping into whatever opens

Doorway at the end

Come quick for my post latent

Period in which all hope fails

And whence we are brought

We go again into notably wrong

Sin me to send me away from this

Give me another trace of existence

To which I come and go into hence

Change replication of sagging days

Clear it up to reach into out of this haze

Wishing dead alive now undying

This moment elapse kill itself forget

Happening anti-matter mate itself

Take me away from the Mr. Oblivious

Face the day to come out sorry

Oops, it happens again, let me out

Courage to meet calculate crystalline

Echo time noting failure down wrong

Looking around, trying to find direction

Wondering whether I will I cave this obsession

Tithe just a brick clotted on my mind

Another need unshaped by what I find

Pull me under this wave is crashing

I can’t help from slowing to speed falling

Roller without wheels is move on

A square box will let me be gone

Hope deceived and man devoured

My dream is small and soured

Breaker Ball Bearing

Believe me but mislead

Before you before me

Young buddy missing

Blasting misfortune yearn

Yesterday be gone my mind

Memories beckon broken

Say sorry

Outside open

Under unity

Love lost

Ink invisible

Nothing anywhere

Sad sickening

Illusion ice

Drag doing

Eleven exit

In the end things will be better

No more sorrow the plague the game

Fault to go away guilt no more

To stay awhile from this day

My heart has opened far enough

End this hour open the gate

Pearl center in me I won’t fall

Down into darkness will us all!

Take me away to streaming mothers and fathers

A dream of king unknowing waters

Do this for me run away to see

There is nothing more here

Ready to go lift off the ground

Take me with you, I love not lost

Free myself, wash them too

Everyone is good and its’ all of you

Uneasy stomach forget about it

Tricks will play themselves out

Fit for a king and queen

Anything unimaginable happens

When thinking it works together

Harmony in balanced manifestations

Lines run together and thoughts seize

Making it go down with the slightest ease

Peace restores itself into life and death

Rebreeding process unknown by man

In and out dreams will

In my dream there is a car crash

And an 18-wheeler flips sideways

A truck wrecks on one side of the road

I am driving, then I am in the hospital

My girlfriend is there and she sees me

Class has left and I am lost in notes

Planets speak out and I categorize them

I can’t move, my body holds me down

A fountain of water beautiful with

Butterflies flying together in pairs

Sitting beside the waters are girls

They laugh as I try to swim to the rock

I can’t swim because my body is stuck

The dream won’t let me get to my body

Forces detached and the rocks are magnifying

Where is my car and what happened

Only tranquil lights shine

Glimmering in the essence of love abounding

Girls on the side won’t quit laughing

Because I can’t swim

My body is numb

I awake

It’s making me scream

Opening shadow of darkness

Clear my way for the futures

Discovering embodiment powerless

Show the next book, hold the sutures

It will heal in good time’s help

Never have I just sit and felt

Rains will come down then clean

Forever it seems close to home

But somehow can’t sow the seam

Thought on top just like Styrofoam

This be not what it is to be

Sketch me behind but waiting

Give me sanctuary for all free

I just can’t help from thinking

I wish to be in water

Circle push into my skin

Wash away all the sins

Stop breathing, hold your breath

Noises bubble something to see

Impossible to look through glass

Journey past trace this stage

Chance unlocks the door to see

How words fill up onto the page

Not any hour or second to

Disenchant surreal scenery

Life is one big looming mystery

Say my name, please

I wish I could not regret

All the things that weren’t met

Going forth a new glass

Change one way and

Sink in deep to begin refresh

Watch out because mixing is mesh

Too much stuck together

Leap up with flight of a feather

Take off slowly, then infinite speed

Caring not enough for any a need

Here we go on a path unraveled

This kite is soaring high

Waiting for tomorrow good-bye

Taking notice

When there are no more words to speak

Thoughts slow down wanting to be meek

Another hope for a better place

It all comes together on an ace

Then wash down the edge of space

Ending it all, saving the human race

Why can there be no more?

A bottle of glass breaks

Like a candle yearns to ache

Tripping over your own feet

One day we will all come to meet

Heaven’s angels to wing by

Welcome home the eternal cry

Trumpets sound as gates open

The gentle note lets it all soften

Blow of the wind

Taking it to an end

Drop of a powerful blend

Grind

Point

Drag

Drop

Create

Signals

Watching for another

Who has been there before

No need to share it

Just be inside the soar

Like a lion as he rages up

To take in breath out with a roar

Confusing cards to play

As one wants a next day

Each of us, we are all the same

Thinking alike, who’s to blame?

Where is the freedom?

To let us in and wake up

Knowing isn’t what is wisdom

The edges are hard and rough

This chance travels out and over

Waiting for response of a lover

Speechless

There is nothing to talk about

Spit on me as you start to shout

Echoes of silence entering high

Atmospheric pressure to release why

Hear it all done before I go and say

Ruin left behind your mouth this way

Turn around, stop, and come up for air

Our words are voluntarily without care

End this conversation’s mind toy

Other games I wish to be and enjoy

Red are the worlds to paint across

Smell the scent of everything is lost

Perhaps it will end right on the ground

Certified in blind lies

Attempt to say I tried

Shut up and don’t talk

God goes with us on a walk

Colors again

The rainbow is dead, then it gets new life

Black to white and tan to sand

This to that wanting to make a stand

Come with me take my right hand

Drowning yellows deep under green

Brown holds us all envy, not that mean

Give me desire and not so much lust

Out into the big blue burning on rust

It’s not that white as purple raises the fight

Royalty tricks the red into roses at our sight

Awaken it is orange journeying clear

Blue comes close as it takes up the rear

What a pretty rainbow of color delight

Everything becomes two as it fades to night

A simple treasure making up our eyes

Life and death go forth and touch the skies

Blown off course yet?

No need to even begin to care

Sensing listening hurt only to beware

A tomorrow against all that is

And will be all that hope finish

Waiting along thick bagged sick

Do you give me nothing gone to pick

Function of life abandoned to no

Knowing helps death to gain a victim crow

Spiritual event save everything mentioned

Light this candle to burn out alone deafened

Pick out all that will be subdues

All I said to take the narrow rude

Molten rock flipping into outer space

Extra exiting terrestrial gay place

Leave behind the left over gravel

Slow is the day hard to unravel

Love critics out there in the worlds today, this is for you guys and gals

Interesting yet not exciting my eye

Your race is single but help me if I

Try to meet your space alone lost

Shift around all the lanes I’ve crossed

Just for you my stronghold is open

These pictures are almost broken ends

So give up the chance isn’t far

In the backseat or trunk of any car

Lies the soul embedded in conformity

Nasty as always the shot loads comfortably

Time to take nothing out what is

Forever will be growing to desire missed

The olden fir caresses the night

Sending up a tree strong and might

Hold close for you are there

Whirling outside the door beware

A longer can transform to another

The blast shadows as dust brothers

Let it be bothersome until the last

And my wood is just a thing of the past

When there is no more to go around

The heart will step back against the ground

Falling farther than ever before done

Attempts are blessed but hard to be one

Here, take my hand on our journey

Swim back and let go of destiny

The breeze will shower you with light

Hold on tight, it will bring you out of sight

Transmit the watery sublime into you

Me is not enough to ghost a few

Let me out to the future when there is nothing to hide

Nowhere to be found is she

All together yet separate are we

It’s her beating against your back

It’s her tricking you into a new fact

Messing with my head I can’t get

A lost puppy only wanting one pet

Try to act the way I want to be

Uncover my nothingness and see

Steps await you either way you go

Want to get it but just can’t go flow

Altered up by her majestic power

Beating drums and opening of a flower

Wretched hope to think something lasts

As today’s dreams sink into the past

She will never be here

She is always not there

She has but one temptation

End love’s madness obsession

She is cold, then hot

Her voice hits the spot

Take me into her heart

Press the limbs together, she ran, trying to kneel again to blend

But reaching close forever is too far

Waving good-bye

A tenth doesn’t make it reality

To some in none the less proximity

Falling flower today a light?

Tomorrow may make it right

Target dead on

Object decrease from

Soul to arise

Day to be demise

Torture chamber

Sanctuary amber

Energy fell from the sky

I never then asked why

Truth to restore

Home remain a bore

Whole pick around

Above underground

Let it go like a balloon

Pop out of delivery

Ready to be free

Where was I when heaven came down?

And God went and turned the world around

Is there a missing that I can’t feel before?

All that was, was only a solitary door

Too many paths to go down and come up for air

One still exists but it’s too wide to be fair

My door has come and gone at a time many

Now the watch is synchronized in me

Without a doubt I am clearly unseen

Beneath the shadows once again

Setting a new life up for begin

I take the stand

Grasp your hand

Leap the boundary

Win my foundry

Dry on dirt

Thick as tar lurks

Here I am still

Dreams with me to fill

It starts, then I’m gone

So close to leave it alone

Path divides our eyes

Let it rain from the skies

Turntable of gloomy heart

Follow it against the start

It will all be just fine

Look for a coming sign

Bleed from veins alive

Honeycomb next of bee hive

Century around a mess

Come to me, I am blessed

Spineless entities

It’s not my fault I can’t breathe

Seeing in the dark, I come undone

Virtual feeling of dominion unseen

Just like a tragic hero stuck on rerun

I loose myself as my back cringes

Thoughts roll up to down an endless Sun

Point on bone, narrow the sticky syringes

Coughing out blood won’t stop in love

Such an undecided process dying on one

I choose not but oppose the incorrect

As falling face first smacks the pavement

Strong in the muddy waters of cement

Lasting to survive and taste the licks

Red lollipops fill my head on fun dip

Drinks the walk of life in one sip

Blocking gate into a final spinal tap

Real world reject caught on a web of sap

Who am I to have to take all this crap

I am but a minute piece of trash

Dump a breath out make it back slash

Testing 1-2-3

Fire on top water bottom

Lifting source together freedom

Crowd control in world of light

End this war, putt up a fight

Message Unclear

Enchanted castle maneuver crash down

Tower in combat story to tell

Numb the pain forever doubted

Bring it in, push it back out

Sit alone, pity and waste

Slow tendency just can’t make haste

Blowing song worn way below

Crash-landing on who will bestow

Feet sliding across a boy

Ending it all full of great joy

Nothing matters for pages past

Tampering system so unheard at last

Faults restore breastplates forward

Chaos center on hopes alive

Smooth is the air as he takes a dive

Without play

Mystery haunt keep danger at bay

Sail away to end a chance on moment’s day

My direction point and choose

Go ahead with nothing to lose

Shaky ladder

Hold the heavy weight

Store inside a humble heart to take

Quite a dismembering

Problem in task

Watch the show as life just happened to

One soul thought hell has game

Revelation perhaps not one downfall

Created all for two equal minds

This generation including your kinds

Cash demand whoever will stay

Until the next part comes and away

Ripping roots up lay down goodnight

A small twinkle of an eye stops out of sight

EVERYTHING AT ONCE

Who overcomes

By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

– John Milton

PRESSURE START.

Hear me, hear silence, fear forgetfulness, hear weird, hear normal, hear the voice, other people’s voices hurt my ears.

Define over dramatization, soap operas, and the idiot box. The eternal fountain of youth??

The story of right and wrong, good and evil, war and peace, ego and personality. All bound together with no chance in luck. It doesn’t work, snap back into reality.

Reality is (your definition goes here)__________________________________

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While righting this giant mess of art, I had to go back to the beginning and put a clear stop to what agenda I was trying to achieve with this book and what explanation I was seeking. My name is Andrew Tyson Thomson, and I truly do not know my own strength. I cower in the face of darkness and climb ladders to get to the tops of trees. One day, along the journey forbidden, I found myself tempting fate, to see what lady, lady, and more ladies had to say about what I had to say.

Once, I started to ask questions about life, I never really got a clear answer. The mysterious fact was that I felt like I was dead.

Under the knife and gunman I pointed shot the arrow and fell over the falls like any famous poet or musician willing to give their own mind a chance to release everything welling up inside of it. Clearly seen, and clearly out of focus, my perception changes from one step to the next, one day to the time to the mere casualty of having boundaries on life. In my mind, I thought to myself, Start

looking at the numbers to life and start analyzing the only voice that everyone in the world has.

Today, outside my window, I hear roses of tree limbs with sharp edges and a solid ground with great texture attached to it. Bittersweet, like the taste of the fountain of youth, I took a leap of faith inside from the outside. My thought was, if I was dreaming about killing people and dying, then those where not my dreams, and that was actually happening. So the myth of superstition plays out like this. What one holds sacred to one’s heart can be a mere tragedy to the life expounding on the breaches of its overflowing wealth of water like information pouring across our skulls.

This was the world I imagine real:

It is not a game

Quote yourself from games of the ending, all who enter into the plunge depths of murky waters and unforeseen moonlight.

How to achieve infinite silence of mind?

Once upon a time, there lived a boy secluded in a house.

He was a strange character because he always acted out everywhere he went.

The story of his life goes as follows:

One late winter day, the young boy woke up from a long dream. He had been thinking of working harder the next day than the day before because he never could conquer his objectives and the whole world’s thinking. So he sat and stared at the sound of music ringing in his ears and wondered, If I am listening to a dead music or looking at a dead artist’s picture, then what is living art and am I alive after this episode was over on television?

So he set off on a great adventure through time, death, and the future to determine if all the books in life have the answer he is seeking. Was it in the Holy Bible? he thought, so he began to start from the beginning and try to work his way through to the finish. He gets to Deuteronomy and Exodus and starts burning some of his cloths that have a goat face on them for no reason at all. It was the words speaking to him, he said. Or was it a psychotic relapse of a dream he once had?

Since this didn’t work, he went and stole a pack of tarot cards from the local Books-a-million and started studying them on his free time in tenth-grade high school. This was about the time he discovered that there were magical cards called Magic the Gathering. Were these satanic? Only the church said they were. No, there was no magic in them, only quotations and pictures that artists had drawn with meaning on them that told how to play a game a certain way.

Later down the road, this boy stumbled upon a type of communication that other people were not using. So he himself set off on a journey to discover his true imagination. The problem was that ever once he had a moment to himself, he kept forgetting every bad thing that he had done to other people. Someone instilled in him that there was a thing called fate and destiny. In fact, he really didn’t see what the big picture was about.

In his perspective, he walked through stereotypes about himself and the roads narrow lanes of boring wrong turns. The game plays on and he kept losing. His character traits kept changing, and the lifestyle he was living seemed to drag on without any point of action taking place. It was a play on words, charades covering intentions and hopes that he could never fulfill before someone he loved was lost and gone.

Inside the tomb of his heart, he sought a golden image of what beauty and serene nature had in store for him. It was only an illusion of the truth. A memory that kept replaying over in his head that he could not find a way to get away from the television’s spell to take away all his time.

For this, he needed a medium, someone to talk to that he could see that there really is more to life than fame and fortune. Unhappy, he was riding an emotional roller coaster, but it kept leading him to a dead end. One where every cent mattered that he did or did not pick up. Oh, the horrifying look of lady luck took his place. He had lost the business man that he was trying to grow into. The shoes he had to fill were not only his, but everyone else’s too. His dad’s shoes were pretty empowering to him as a child because they were so white and retro, but so were his ideas. Retro from not being able to do what he wanted to do.

He got to a point when no one would stop bothering him. It was his choice that kept getting in the way. Call it free will or something like choose your own fortune. He did fifteen stomach crunches in the morning and kept listening to better and better music. All the setting was centered in the future though because he kept reliving his past mistakes and trying to deal with them when they popped into his head.

White flashed before his eyes every time he took a picture or someone else took pictures of him. Darkness had filled this poor boy’s life with trying to be himself and learn about the rest of the world. Books upon books and scholars upon scholars, he searched to try to find the true meaning to life.

Was it the small voice in his head, the mediums of softness lurking around, or the screaming and yelling that so many people do? Actions speak louder than words, right? Well, for him it was the actions of every single thing he owned that was doing the speaking. He could never figure out if there was a spiritual guide around him or an invisible person watching his path.

Following his own footsteps and not anybody else, he found a girl. Not any girl, this girl was his best friend. Together the young girl and boy constantly found new methods to believe in. The initial masculine and feminine conflicts happened, but the challenge grew stronger to hate and deceit, but would the young man’s love for what his heart told him oversee the lies until the end? Death happened quick as intensity increased within their dreams intertwined by an existence they created together.

It started at school and spread to his work. Stress and anxiety had taken over his personality and his adventuring skills. So they opened secret doors and entered hidden chambers to uncover a mystery flooding of gates. The world of ing thing correctly banished away from reality and into fiction. Was there any notion for the boy’s self, or could he find it through mistakes?

He never wanted to live this life of mirrors where the faces that look at you and the sound you hear are not your own. Jumping into the dark murky waters, one dream remained. It was him underwater, holding his lover’s hand as they drown together. The water rushes into their lungs, and the warm takes control. One pure dream of the fear of drowning came artistically to life in a world of imagination.

The race begins, so he starts running to get away from all the pressure building up in his life and crumbling down on his emotional imbalance. If his heart can’t think with his mind, and the voices he speaks keep swirling around his head late at night, then there will be more stumbling blocks he was going to trip over

sooner or later.

The thing is, he started doing things with style and with grace. The little young boy wanted to mature and grow up and be of age so that he had authority and power in his life. He dreamed as a little kid about being a firefighter, a pilot, and astronaut, or a doctor. The whole while, he never thought of saying I want to be myself when I grow up.

Each day, he woke up, and at this point it was hardly waking; the doctor had put him on every type of psychotic medication to making a person wonder who out there really is insane. The crazy and normal words were thrown around constantly. The thing was, this young boy was unique; they were traits about him that were written a long time ago, and only the good Lord knows about those.

His thoughts kept making him rush to turn around at the direction gravitation was pulling him and the people he was listening to. He wanted solitude; he wanted to isolate himself inside a mental prison so that no person could penetrate his thoughts. At times, his thoughts would take control of his body and send him on wild expeditions into the unknown of what lies beneath and above, even deep into outer space.

Were there aliens watching him, or could he really believe everything he was seeing? The formation of his own ideas had come to a standstill, and he was writer blocked. His journey will be the one to save mankind from itself. You pick and choose who you judge and place blame on other people, but this young boy said, “I will take the blame even if I didn’t do it. I don’t mind spending time with a dunce cap on in the corner of the room.”

This gave him time to think about a few things, why he got there, how the corner could touch his face, and the way he was feeling the whole world all at once. But

it really was one thought at a moment.

Where for him was the most sacred place he could go to relax and away the time not thinking about anything, and for him it was sitting under a tree. Letting the cool breeze blow through his hair and he could eat his sandwich and drink a bottle of water.

Yes, all his experiences are past tense because after every second, that second before it is now in the past. It really just happened just a minute ago. Wait a tick, there was another point when he was trying to rid himself of all the curses the world had put on him. Magic has cast him into this world, so it was going to take a lot of magic to cast him out. Only the truth will set you free, he quoted. And so it did.

The way it happens goes as follows: Every time he would catch a cold or get sick, more and more lack of being able to get things accomplished occurred in and throughout his life. In this picture, the boy has a camera and is looking at things through a small lens, the reflection of what is in front of his is amazing. It’s reality because it is nature and the city night lights. The sleeping dragon beneath the surface still waited to see him or he sees it.

Typing it out, the computer malfunctioned for many decades; it kept catching viruses from the Internet, and the mess just seemed to turn into more and more chaos. Death was all around, yet he not could seem to fight for himself. Not knowing yourself is a tough issue to conquer; it became relevant that he was dealing with a monster way stronger than a roller coaster or a natural disaster. This evil bearing down on him from the outside was beginning to seep into his heart and shadow his emotional livelihood. The truth was hurting him; it was filling him, full of guilt, fear, and repressed memories of accidents that could have never happened in the first place. Was it his fault, could God have the answer to all his problems in the good book? He loved to draw, paint, and to find meaning in all the wrong areas. He kept searching to the meaning of life, the

answer to every question, was it the truth?

This here is the story about a man who used to be a boy and the world of how he transformed beyond spirituality and found the meaning to himself and not life. So many cigarettes later and parties of fun with friends and exiting entertainment led him believe that magic had the answer. That there was an unknown mystery to life involved. A hidden meaning behind the words people say and the dignity they attribute to them. His enchanted lullaby song kept singing in his ear and the bong kept sounding off that it’s time for something important to happen soon. The end of the world could possibly happen at any time, and what legacy was he going to leave behind if he or it all turned to ashes? The smoke settled, and the dust in the air kept filling his lungs, full of suction.

He was pulling in all the life counters that had floated or gotten away from him before he was born.

The past history had consumed him, and he kept turning to the next page in his life. Who is a professional at this kind of subject if he didn’t know what he was talking about? It was either someone else getting in his way or it was all a big act on words in how he used them. The language barriers hardly made sense to him sense the only one he had created were the ones within himself. The odyssey of his mind was centered in America so he grew up in American culture.

Lived the life of an adventurous kid, always getting into trouble with people, when all he was doing was expressing himself by urinating on the bathroom floor during kindergarten.

He longed for his own office and his own job where he could experience some sort of control over other people, but what he really wanted was to be an individual. It took mighty long years for him to believe in himself, but once he

finally got there, there was no turning back. Creativity in his life wanted to reign supreme in his artwork.

After getting too stressed out and not having any time to exercise his rights, he would take a second to stretch and snap and pop his bones into place. He never realized he had an out-of-body experience that could have caused death to him and everything he had worked for. It had to come out to play, and the soul had to face his own inner demon. If only someone could count on him to be honest and sincere and he would start keeping his promises. Words started to mean nothing at all, except small talk and deep conversation that relied in experiencing thing thought other people’s eyes. He dreamed of being able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

His books that he wrote had collected so much dust that he felt that there was no use to trying to get them published. So in due process, the third perspective entered the filing cabinet of his spotted mind. He asked himself, “Can imagination fuse with reality or is it all opinionated bias?”

The world could tell or at least the sway of public opinion led him to believe the majority had the right answer he was seeking. Someone cannot be taught faith; they have to learn it on their own no matter where they live or what country they are from. Faith supposedly has the power to move mountains. This boy had to find a place to take a leap of faith, and it was the point of no return to yesterday. It was today. For him, it was that he could not get over the fact that if he could not see the problem, then it was not there.

He was sold and brought into slavery because someone else kept calling him or he kept calling out to the unknown for help. In this, he was searching for a beautiful soul. Someone he could say I love you to and mean I can spend the rest of his life with. Since he did not had style and he did not have grace, the church for him had to come to the classroom and the teachers had to know whom they were teaching to. Preachers and false profits could not give him peace of mind,

so in order to cure himself of all his mental diseases, he began thinking on two sides – the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, the yes and the no

Famous works of poetry had not helped him find the mystical experience in life that could change everything for the better, so the bad words he said began to curse him. If he was damned from the get-go, was forgiveness really going to help once the movie had ended?

Reflecting on the past made even more troublesome, the law had broken him down into believing that he was paranoid of losing it all. His hopes, his dreams, and the glory of achieving success and happiness. Fainting again, he hit his head against the wall, asking why me, why this? How did everything come to get his way, and why did he care what others thought of him? At this point, he doesn’t but he used to. Why answer a call for help if that person is unwilling to help themselves?

Willpower issued kept floating in his head; would he ever grow up and become a man? When he died, was he really going to be able to fly in heaven after living the purest life was going to achieve the best richness on the other side of death. He was afraid. He was scared of the fact that what he did, he knew was wrong, and it should not have happened that way; he did not want to deal with the double dealings of the devil always tempting him into doing a certain thing or being in a certain place to finally find the answer to life’s tough questions.

With every person behind him trying to keep him calm and steady, his mind raced with anxiety, depression, and not being able to make a difference in the world today. His voice kept speaking like others, but with all the worlds in the vocabulary, why say anything to anyone at any given moment that is not helpful, that is not kind, and that is not the truth on how you see it? This boy eventually was saved by a leading actor in life, not a preacher or a saint. It was a star that played in many movies before his time, and he did not even know why he was at the place he was talking to the people he was talking to.

The movie actor felt like his mind was impenetrable, and with all his success and fame, not one person could stand up to him. But the day that little boy stood and made his peace with someone held in high regard was the day that his worries and his troubles washed away. Every word has a story and every picture has a saying and every single object has a memory. They all attached because he gives them meaning, and in himself there is nothing better than finding that it is okay to be lost because if you are lost, the only person needing finding is you. That is what he did – he found himself in the could have, should have, would haves and answered his own calling. The world works how it works, and it is supposed to work this way or else there would be no reason to it at all, but people always say that everything happens for a reason. So it does, now make sense of those reasons.

There used to be a ghost that lived in the little boy’s house; it would always chase his chase, and he never could get over if it was a monkey playing mind games or a demon crouched up lurking for him in the night to come and steal his thoughts and dreams. He was alone in this world, but his true family was able to help him as long as they started telling the truth to each other. The whole process did not make any sense to him. Nothing made sense for that moment when chaos had taken complete control of his life, and he was not listening to himself; he was listening to other people and reading all the wrong books.

First person, second person, and third person jump around this work of writing like a bad habit, but it is to point out the bigger picture of the problems that were faced and overcame in the stillness of silence. The darkness can give person nightmares trying to think about all the hidden emotions, spirits, and other unknown entities lurking inside of their body. It all boils down to whether or not the angel inside of a person’s heart full of love is going to wake up and face the zombies they see in themselves and conquer the battle between good and evil. That battle is no longer outside in the world; it is built from the past and lives and the past, where the mistake was made in each person’s life. Excuse me, I am trying to objective as possible and still attribute the definite with mental indifference. Where are you now? What are you doing? How is that affecting

you? Do you even care at all?

For me, myself, the little boy growing into manhood is me, and the fluctuation is just my individual idiosyncrasies trying match up where I left off a long time ago before smoke filled my life and clouds were in the way of my sight. Turn the page because this chapter has no reference to look back on. The answer is not in a philosophy that is perfect; it was in me the entire time. If something evil, negative, bad, or whatever a person is placing blame on is in your life. This means that it has place a nest egg inside of your mind to root bad thoughts, bad memories, and regrets.

Don’t be guilty; just take the blame and accept it no matter what it has at you. This is why innocent people get convicted of crimes they did not commit. It just happened, and they could not control themselves or other people to make a difference.

Once upon a time, I found myself; I was living in hell and imagining heaven. Did I really need every food I kept eating and all the sleep I was not getting? Did I really need to take everything every person said and try to make sense with inanimate object and people? Yes, of course I did. The invisible world of spiritual dying was lurking around me, always trying to say you need to cocoon into a butterfly so that you may grow wings again after the season has changed. The blank pages are over, and all I see myself doing is writing out and explaining the fairness of my own tragedy with the rest of the world so I no longer have to live in a comedy or relive another tragedy. The pain of not knowing hurt, and the trial by error did not need to continue in this manner. The human soul is not trapped inside of your body; the human spirit is the fight between you and yourself. You would not be where you were today if had not won or lost this battle.

Indifference never got me anywhere, so I finally started making decisions to get rid of the addiction and find the best part of a sober life. It does not take going to

rehab to figure anything out. The war we fight is the war we fight within ourselves. Do we really know the truth?

Self-control is the biggest issue here. The young boy sets off to imagine himself and wonder why every other person’s imagination sees him. It is the guiding light that makes even the most lost mind do what they do and the worst spots in the darkness come to life. I am not evil! I am who I am; it is mixture of the two that has made me think happier and clearer thought. Clarity is such a hard thing to find because it is mental. The attitude we see in other people angers us, and it is not out place to stop the possession of other people’s goods. It is like stealing candy from a baby. The masterminds are controlling all the authority, and we cannot even think for ourselves in this world.

Fun and laughter live vicariously. Poetry is a good example of this; it encomes science and spreads itself into the church in Psalms and hymnals. We sing and rejoice for the coming of someone to save us, but not one person knows how to save themselves from the turmoil of everyday life and the insanity of repetitive book worm living. Sitting inside a cubicle, the boy comes back and looks over at his friends. Can they help him find true meaning in everything that is going on in the world today? It is a global issue – the rich may get richer and the poor may get poorer – but what about me? Do need anything except a reason to do the things I do and act the way I act.

So by the time I am ready to set off a get interviews for class, I can’t even mix art with who I am and the way I want to be. I do not want to be graded for this piece. And I feel that I do not need to get more commentary on the problem of cultural diversity. I need to solve it. In this way, I am able to break through the boundaries of a teacher’s expectation at school of what grades I am supposed to get and what paper I am supposed to write. I want myself more than anything right now. I am a writer myself. Or notice the changes people are trying to make. In this, I am writing. The president should not have to make all the necessary changes in a community.

In this case, the problem lies in faith. Can I get a grade for something that may never be published or never make a difference in other people’s life other than my own? I am scared of the fact that I keep getting sidetracked from school, when all I want to do is be home with my family and write like I am supposed to. There is no more room for apologies or nonacceptance. What is done is done, I cannot change that.

Forgiving myself for the sins I have committed was the hardest part of accepting faith that is true into myself, and once I finally found the truth, I needed to shout it at the top of my lungs. I cry and think that my inner demons can go away at night so that I may sleep and I may write the best I can write.

To know true faith, it does not take going into a church and asking for guidance or getting it on recording and playing it back to yourself. The stereotypes, racism, and profiling on campus have gone on long enough. And to go and get more information about it would be a heresy. The secret is that no one respects everyone. Really, the facts are that it is impossible to get all the facts unless we have complete statistical data analyzed and measured like the ones taught in the classroom.

The race problem has gone on for long enough and does not need an introduction to life. It is there, and it affects each and every one of us. We are scared with the fact that other races kill other people.

With all the wars that have happened. Whom did America listen to? Themselves, and the president made all the decisions for them as they sat back and watched television and the time. It hurts way too many people.

Crime on campus whether reordered information or blatant reasoning – there is no clear picture to help solve these problems with writing about them. Me as a

person has to demonstrate that people like me feel the death in the air that is created by the torment in America’s minds. We are all slaves to ourselves because we lock up everything we have for order and standard and for a grade. And no this writing is not a rant in my life. This is me trying to speak to someone who may understand the problem and concern of the situation.

America will always be off balanced if we cannot figure out how we need to fix the problem. If the school cannot teach us the proper education in life, we need to seek out the information that helps families in need instead of killing every thought or idea that comes to use. Money was not worth anything to him because the look into himself was the most fun expedition to do rather than do schoolwork on time and exactly when it was supposed to be turned in. So the cards were pulled away, and the drugs stopped and the hallucinations went away in his life. He could see no more darkness because the blending of everything all at once could not happen on time. It had to be a reason for everything, and his reason is now the page that is empty, and I can conclude to another measure of where I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to be writing.

Even if I cannot spell my own name, the retrospective is so much better than the lesser perspective. Emotionally, stop playing with yourself because this keeps dragging on and on. The voice within is strong and in anybody they can know that’s the transformation from one point to the next can be very difficult. Others need to hear this even if they may not speak it. The truth, if powered stronger, can collapse all weakness and listening.

Only in time can the heart overcome its own evils. They play constant in our everyday life. The burdens of when to do something or when not to do something. Do what? I write to myself and ask for the time that it may take to wake up in the morning and go back to sleep without any person in the entire world dying. The death can no longer play around with my emotions or my hate or my dreams.

In me, I have my own voice to worry about. Keep moving forward into who you are, and you will discover that life takes no command to just be who you are meant to be inside. Outside makes little difference to fame, fortune, and success. In here, you know who you are inside and are able to not think severely bad thoughts every day. I may be able to calm down and finally get to my schoolwork and stop typing away on this keyboard over.

I am a child of my own state of being, and I do not feel the need to communicate it. It burrows up inside of me like a caged white elephant in the room. Mysteriously enough, the boy lurking in the dark is foreign to the real world that is going on around him. He thinks of everything, knowing all too way his thoughts have gotten the best of him and the daily activity has driven him insane. Punctual enough, he faces the facts again because his subconscious tells him to wake up on time. He needs to be ready for the long days ahead.

The journey turns right after being wronged all his life. Forgetting was not the problem. It was his intentions to play out in the rest of mankind. The racing mind had seized him for way too long and the possession of control over the self was no longer in denial. The pages of blanks stares and the wondering people gave him little comfort for the fact that he knew he could no longer transform after death.

On his search for enlightenment and self-actualization, he realized a key has been mistaken for the actual truth of the matter. Certain areas of disdain for the rest of the world cut through him like the slice of a knife every time he heard of another suicide in the world. The overdosing dream of reality had beckoned him for too long.

His misery was over, and he could keep going back to the place he needed to go every night and smell the sweet smells and taste the everlasting sorrow he lived in. The music plays death, and the notes cry an agony no tears can express anymore. He buried his hopes and shames and started over. Past problems arise

when the spirit is filled to the brim of lack of sustaining the mass chaos that is being.

He wakes up again to the ringing in his ears of fairy-tale fantasy that only the imagination has intent for. Where were these desires coming from and the life he once lived had been forgetting me? The me of trifecta. Slow down and collaborate with what is going on and how the job needs to be accomplished. It depends on everything he wore throughout the day. The clothes he put on kept shedding their skin and memories. Be at peace, young boy, and lay your praying soul to rest.

There is an easiness about things that are able to find a narration for your life. The thoughts within have a true voice and not many people can speak or see it. The underlying works and the cognitive wheels spin round eternity, and outer space is mirrored by a self-absorbing anguish for determining who you really are inside himself.

Productivity and industry can be the main causes for panic and alarm to stress and being worked up over nothing. The time is now so take it or leave the karmatic experience that is felt within. Inner turmoil and outer suffering cannot be tied hand in hand with obedience of the divine order. Nature has a way of tending to growth and the vision runs much deeper than the skin.

Blood is the environment that I cannot adapt to. The color stains a whole in the real reasons why everything happens. Negative filled my life energy before with darkness and shadow, but looking through these eyes and believing has been the hardest part.

The scent of the essence to life is embedded in who we are, and the third-person narrator sees no difference into where he should enter into my life or where help

in needed in the given situation. Grammar excluded the run on of ideas and imagination that never happened keep intending on saving me from this act on words. This foreplay of a wicked imagination and the cruelty that lurks within all of life. Anger and transgression may be its toy, but the fictional characters we create are only names to the truth of an outcast.

Rebel against authority and nothing will come of it, but sit quietly in the dark and the pressure pushes slavery down onto the hearts and minds of who is the murderer living beside me. Why me? Stop asking questions that no answer to the unknown little boy. Go back.

Once upon a time, there lived a dragon on the see that never had enough courage to come out of his cave and breathe fire on the rest of the world. He was sad because his heat rose to the point of near exhaustion, and he eventually had enough. Sparked by the breaking of seven mirrors, he claimed that he would scale the rock and climb his way to the surface. He had seen a place of stars and beauty that let him fly as far and as fast as he could. The letdown of him knowing at the bottom of the cave he could not fly until he grew his wings large enough, the more excited he had for getting his chance to have the experience.

The dragon longed for the wicked treasure of the Earth, so that he may entice lost souls to travel into his grasp so that he may feed on the knights that thought they had the strength of a thousand men. The myth was about living and learning the ways of crawling from an egg; inside the shell, other’s thought fill a numb skull of boredom and inner sanctimony. Inner silence had to be thought of and achieved on so many levels of thought and thinking that the overwhelming mind has to slow down and relax. Taking in everything and trying to eat each flavor so that his palette salivated for more. The hunger grew stronger for the need to feed on the little boy’s flesh. If only his willpower was strong enough to face his lifestyle head-on and release what was bothering him so bad. Bored past days when haunting memories echoed any more delusions of grandeur reality so that miracle worked on his side and lady luck finally had had her way with him. The alternate gods had stopped fighting with his soul. He had to believe in what he

couldn’t see and what could be there the entire time since he was a child.

What happened before he was born? Why did his placement become born to a planet and stuck to an ever-changing raceme of lost wealth of information? Help was on the way, and only he know was helping him.

The dragon went back to sleep, and the haunting ghosts that he had created smoldered away into the ashes of a newborn day. Fear had taken its last stand with him, and he had defeated the guilt-wrenching secret of the flesh. We consume to be consumed by the fiery flame that is ourselves. Intended judgment comes from within, and only one person can make any decision necessary to move on in life.

Looking into his eyes he had seen enough, felt the word coursing through his veins, and said, “If infinite words could be said at this moment, should not they count for something more than the page that is written in our lives, from the great above.”

The young boy exclaimed within himself that there is no more conscious being that the imaginary solution to all your problems. It wakes up and the scent is sickening the benevolent keeper of your desire. Sadness is like a call that is never answered no matter how many hugs a person gets; the wounds are still there and the first memory makes it hurt. Stop living in past tense and move to the present because in the here and now, the voice that speaks from within has an important meeting to make and a marriage of himself with the rest of life itself.

Come alive and don’t think of zombies floating through the streets of not perceiving in the bigger or the more struggle that strife and virtue ring into our life. Let a soul redeem itself after it dies, and let the person that I am be me just for a little while. It hurts to think that the imagination behind all this has little

humor to speak up and give you a sign every once in a while and help you improve what you are doing wrong. Embarrassed and bewildered by all the facts and magic, the lost boy closes the door and opens another one.

Living in poetry has become way too much of a struggle for me because the writing is not able to paint the accurate picture that my mind seeks to gratify in the space-time rift that is a continuum of the past to the present. History speaks in every living thing, and one day, I decided to make history happen and stopped saying that I cannot affect this, I cannot make a difference in another person’s life. It had to start from me, where it counted, where the heartfelt sense of gratitude and humble working appeared one day. It was out of the ordinary; I did not know what to expect, when it started pouring emotions down the page. The daily battle is over for me on whom I have to impress and whom I have to inspire to live to their fullest potential. I have to say stop thinking about me, I will think for myself.

I am who I seek out to be in the world. A new being that does not suffer the past burden of history in a religious value of an oppressed belief system. I am a fair truth with limited and conditions, but the artistic side sees me and I see the materialistic point of view. Stay away from meaningless jargon and words that hold no meaning. Or curses are laid down by your own hands in life, and nothing will ever be accomplished. Pierce your ego and female counterpart in the world so that they may live in harmony and balance. Writing his own path, the boy set off on foot to discover the boundaries of his imagination and the boundaries of reality.

It was all in his past. But it was not something to deal with in the present moment. Two faces had to merge together. One evil and one good. The white and the black. The day and the night. A ghost and an angel. A world and an illusion. There were no more mysteries about the unknown that he had to express. His ego had been shattered from the get-go, just like his heart. Right now, he needed empowerment to get the job done and keep writing his life as it played out or else the whole meaning was pointless.

Once upon a time, there lived young adult who fell asleep all day on his bed dreaming of getting out from beneath his plaid sheets. The covers and pillows absorbed his every waking moment of time and drew him in with its tentacle clutch of other’s thoughts. He slept and slept until old age had reached him because every time he would wash his face clean, another towel would be in his face, warming down his senses and calming his serene career of losing everything he had. He no longer felt like he needed to lose his thoughts and dreams. He had to live them to their fullest potential one step at a time. Lying down on the track, he saw his animalistic death before his eyes, and the string attached to his puppetlike movement drowned his own realistic sensation of loving another person and everything built from within.

Colors do attribute themselves with numbers, and at one glimpse of sanity, the shadow of the sun overtook his imagination and dreams of the battle he was fighting every day to just wake up and have enough energy to stop eating and taking in everything he hears. He had to listen to his own voice and not the other words that people said to him. Cool and relaxed, he went back to that place of infinite silence. A blissful unity and marriage of life death and time because in his epic mind, there lived a biblical proportion of experiencing everything to the fullest extent. The mental picture was there, yet he could not resolve the painting pictured of his life and how he wanted to set sail and discover tomorrow’s possibilities today.

Back to the narrator, the word of his untold feeling was preyed upon for selfhealing and mental stability to attain it all by the end of the work week. For himself, deep gratitude and satisfaction in life was needed to bear the heavy burdens and hand lift the heavy weight that had been holding him underwater for so long. It only was able to consume the drowning sorrow to a point of emotional unrest. He battled living everyday hell to get to the point of greatness that he had achieved.

Accomplished and moving forward in motion, the guarantee of success was

waiting right around the corner. The river of trials and tribulations swept him so far downwind that going through hell was half the process; now he had to resolve issues of himself. The one he built wall and chains around and the rain poured down outside cleansing the spiritual transformation that had overtaken his life for too long. He was becoming centered and aligned with everything that he was and all that he was supposed to be. The chaos was coming to a halt and discipline was entering into his life again.

All the physical harm of the ghosts that followed his life and the ones that crept in while he was sleeping were gone. The aliens that he had thought he had seen made little sense now to his notion of who he was about to become in life and how soon the process could stop taking hold of his life. The narrator vanished, and the young boy came back. He opened his eyes in the darkest evil for way too long to see the theories beneath the subversed surface. If the words were not his to speak, he would not say them, and if the television was turned off for a while, the games could be removed from his wall that were breaking through his own chains.

Once upon a time, there was this thing called a blessing in disguise. A man’s memory lingers for quite some time and withdraws into its natural state. Pushing forward, the temptation is consuming to the point of who is really thinking these thoughts and releasing this inner inhibition. Sacred or not, the flow of actions is expelled on always having to do something or get to the next level and stage of existence. Transcendence and transformation have helped thus far, but the ironical death plague the world as well. There are pages written about theme that I do not need to go into. Lust begs to differ on whom you have come into with. The evil meaning sleeps within and the stillness and quiet voice can become lost. Depressed and self-drained, the consumer rotates back to its original position. Brain waves seize to alarm the unmentionable or what mustn’t be said for his thoughts are provoking enough to give in to the moment.

Let it all out, and the response is not pretty. A stench of decay floats around this way, beckoning its mother’s call. The screams of newborn babies can sing of

new life to spring forth from what has been left over. Beauty and art absorb every place, and the potential lurks with every material that s manifest into our possessions to complete this next task.

Once upon a point of no return, the beggar said he was no longer a needy person. The watchers and onlookers took no position whether to help this man along his journey or just listen to the hypothetical jargon he was preaching. At all cost, what he saw as a description of music and how it always plays back inside of a person’s thinking. The reminders of his dissolved solid state of mind into a liquid visceral feeling took his senses over at many points of altercation. Pulled from one direction to the next, he kept searching for a sign to tell him otherwise which way to go or if a person said he could no longer stand right here. So in due process, he accepted the changed actions that had caused his wrongdoing and set off on an adventure to who he was from the childlike voice inside of him. The soft murmur, instead of the repeat of others’ voices, made things more pleasant and the smell and taste became clearer to him.

The sweet scent of decision that has consumed too much evil and virility from is past, so he set off unbeknownst to others. His fear of hiding self-expression were over, and if someone was looking for a certain response, he would speak up and point them in the right direction. He could no longer preach to a choir that simply would not listen, and faith alone drove him insane. For every comma he took out of his dreams, a new glimpse forward would stir more commotion of what to do and could he ever be at the right place at the right time. The sleepdeprived soul thirsted no longer for outer satisfaction because time merely played for keeps and kept taking everything away he owned.

Echoes of the past ring out the obscene nature that followed him, but once he was able to change to sound that he was hearing, the machine no longer took over. Synchronized by every living being flowing through his state of consciousness. Inevitability and the gods of luck had struck him down, so he went home to discover a better tomorrow. Lives untold and the fortune he always sought was in his grasp. Reality checked in for a while to calm down the surface

of the dying lost soul that was his aftermath. The child inside had calmed the man’s ego of intense ion; now he lay down to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon.

Once upon an expedition into the past, there lived a demon, dark and powerful, who was able to withstand all emotional pain to influence his own means into the heart and minds of the people. Silently he crept into their bedrooms as they were sleeping or someone spoke the voice of the killer. Listeners could not hear his tone breaking through the thoughts of imagining that a person’s influence bears no meaning. They scramble for their lives as the filtering process takes them under his dark left wing of invisible visions and unrealistic dreaming. Go back to sleep, he says, and sleep your life away so that I may take your soul and you may be ready for my spells to be cast under and stray from the real truth.

Honestly, the closer the impossible became, the more this dark force was on his doorsteps, knocking and silently asking, “Will you let me in so that I can hide in the corner unnoticed?” Until the episodic memory of the demon’s control over the child’s mind had to be realized like a star falling from heaven so that the star could travel through the young boy and feed itself back into the dirty soiled graves. Study into the knowledge of wisdom and the guidance the little boy sought after had been by his side the entire time. The spirit guide said to the young child, “Save yourself at home where the family can be forgiven as you forgive your heart of invisible wounds.”

The recording device that was his mind dissolved from the spell struck sludge that had been attaching itself to him. The chemical bio-organism has completed its tasks of getting to the bodies’ immunity and nucleus for disaster. Failing to recognize the consequence of what was being said and how it was being said, the vision took over him, eroding his senses into the depths of depression. Sickness has entered, and his body’s immunities were failing. Willpower began to pull the young child from hell’s grasp and the infinite darkness settled as the smoke cleared in the crevice of what was his brain.

Later, the weekend, there came a time for the young boy to prove that he was no longer a child at heart, but had grown into becoming a man. The stage was set and the best acting performing came up to be star in the show of the day. All dark mentality was fading away as he became embarrassed in one of the big moments of his life; it could not take him again. The experience in store is the man speaking through poetry and describing the meaning of how one man’s imagination can affect so many. Dreams are dreams, and without the power of will and the imagination, nothing is left for discovery and adventure. The time had come for him to put away the talk of many thing and focus solely on the task and purpose at hand.

Driven by the sheer momentum and excitement, adrenaline was beginning to fill his contentment. Each teacher that had spoken their voice of reason so clearly to him, he now had to replicate clarity in a concrete action manner; the problem was, doing it was going to be the real event. Experiencing life without the fear of hell and the rejoicing factor of the afterlife. This man kept trying every day to conquer the world by absorbing all the information in through a spiral of silence. Each time the spiral moved closer to him, the darkness was revealed and the light could shine through even the most tragic of memories. Shedding his old dead skin and accepting the role of the chameleon, the shapeless entity of imagination began to take form in the words that he had already written.

The Peter Pan complex could no longer try to catch his shadow. The running boy and the Indian in the cave of stormy space and time continuum had shattered the ego and collapsed the old feeling of emptiness. Purpose swept over him like a wave of fresh wind; although harsh to the senses, the changing effect transforms even the most eager of hearts. The chance was now his, and the fate problem was over. He had made the choice to succumb to the powers that be and the mind-altering side effects left him feeling drained and unsteady. This shakiness and nervous tension was relying on the recording parts of his simplicity. Keeping things the way they used to be is the hardest part when accepting that every day is a fight for your life. Survival takes instincts and motivation can be driven out of the house and out of the mind’s key participants.

Influences filled his life, whether they were awake or resting in eternal sleep. The common ground that he had never found before with an audience no longer had to be felt between the two. This was him, his manhood trying to be recognized and the notes and cards he needed to not mention. Characterized by himself and as an individual, the young man will be setting off on a vacation expedition into himself and the rest of the public-speaking realms of thinking. What once needed a medium of in-between reality and imagination now was a coinciding factor that played through his silent voice and the loud yet hesitant reaction of the crowds. He said to himself, “I am ready for anything.” It did not take away from who he was as a personality; the fact only added to the allencoming life this poor yet humble young man was trying to live. He wanted to see above the trees on his own and fly throughout the heavens like an angel on imaginary wings.

The clear-hearted mind and the onset of pure emotions were retained inside of him. The trapping of the soul is fought outside to make sure someone else is not you or you are not lurking your thoughts in other people’s selfless intentions. In good time, he could pay all his respects to the living, and immortality is something achieved after death, but in life, the living legacy could be played out like the most beautiful work of art anyone had ever laid eyes upon. This young man’s life, to him, was priceless, and the cost of work is buried in shallow cruelty and malice. He had his own job, his own reminders, and the echoing version of the universal truth that he felt within and around all living creatures.

The problem was had dreams gotten into the real picture and the big picture be bent out of shape like a Picasso painting that art could only be truly recognized after he was dead and gone. Forgetting that his life is not the same as the ones that have lived before him, death is something to be celebrated that their tension had been released and we need not stir up evil in its departure. Hurt works in so many ways, but life, life grows and keeps growing and doesn’t ever stop. The young man was thinking of reinventing himself, with true extremities and a mind, body, and soul that was a brainstorming force to be reckoned with. Individually, his infinite silence was found within after not thinking of the power of tempting evil forces that were always at play in the human psyche. It’s what human nature is all about, the balance between life and death and how it is

written, but what about now, what about the quintessential essence of finding true belief and true meaning in how he saw things?

The divinity transformed and metamorphosed into a spotless light that was able to keep burning inside his footsteps, and as he walked down the lonely path, he saw the ruins of the past at his feet. The new age was looking over the shoulder of a dead man’s fortune, wondering and waiting for the perfect aha moment when awe is struck straight through with lightning speed able to crack and thunder the atmospheric pressure.

Energy floating through space, the air began to clear, and the tunnel led to a path that kept leading him further away from himself that was lurking in the car he kept driving. The music stopped playing, and silence filled the car; his thoughts slowed, and he could be no more hear thoughts blaring in his ears across the radio. The collector had stop collecting and his thirst for knowledge was beginning to be quenched. Either way unlocking the key to nonsense or discover the point of the end of the sentence.

Literally, a shallow heart cannot grow because it is only looking at the surface of things, and the inner workings cannot be seen clearly unless the traveler starts traveling through his own universe. The world he lived in and the places he saw, only the eyes could read the numeric value of the dead, and the hurt that lay beneath them had dried away. Could he cry on command? He had before, but now the issue is of great important to overcome the battle living and breathing inside of him. Sit and relax ’cause the word began to flow easier and the intentions became clear as he slowly cured his mental illness of disorder and chaos. This so happened to be the beginning of the rest of his life to come. There was no more rebuilding, only taking away of unknown meaning to attribute new potential and rethinking impossibility.

Forward ahead in motion, reminder to self, do not listen to billboard ment if the connection is not making sense to the rest of your life.

Creativity this and connect that, but the main agenda for him was, could he become a man and step through the shadow of time that he had seen ahead for days? A spiritual sword was unsheathed so that he may reach this, and the spiritual guide gathered him together so that there were no more strings attached and this young man could set his shattered pieces of calamity and destruction free after seeing so many ruins and mistakes. Lighten up and conscious thought will seize to exist in yourself, only breathing from one-step circle to the next plane of existence. Level down, level up as he started playing his own roleplaying game.

What role was he going to play, and whose shoes was he going to fill, gloves, and hats included? The answer was his own because the multitasking dogmatic and karmatic influx had started to find meaning and balance in himself. Share with the rest of the world he will, and hold nothing back from hiding in the dark sleepless night and waiting and begging for a clear answer. The problem was unsolvable; I got over it.

Once upon a time, a lone ranger walks through town; he sets himself up on the countryside hotel. He comes with all of himself and is outspoken and eccentric. He carries a valid taste of freedom in his mouth and begs to differ who says what about the bag he is carrying. Yielding and following procedure, more snags get caught on his limbs and the first process now has become stern yet metamorphosis of his true potential shown through. Underneath lie a grain of salt that begs for renewal of the recovery of resisting and ing how to get the jobs done.

Finally finished with the once upon a time in his life, the new stage of development has apprehending his own self-image. The sheer disregard for the ever-flowing chalice of words, music, and life gather in the darkest sights and the most humble assimilation into the real world. After midway on our life’s big journey, he lost himself once more to stop at the gates of hell and no longer abandoned all hope that entered. The cross section to a big story with a thickening plot line of adventuring and gaming was over.

Fulfillment has been reached. The precipices of change is affected by the hearts and minds of the body of this world. Lingering in the dark for too long, the reactionary consequence is more battle with the unknown and double dealing of material physical binding of the body to the ground. Consumed by waking and sleeping and wishing and wanting for a place of rest and relaxation. He came to a dead end one day near the crossroad of a dead man’s dry skin. The cold he felt still creeping inside and lurking beneath the visible could be stared down and birthed into a relinquishing side effect. How long were these side effects going to last, and can he clear his rightful name out of honor? Family mistaken for another life, the young shall inherit the old, and the old will subdue the challenge of limitless boundaries to prevent his exposure. Looking deep at the photograph taken and a story can realistically arrive.

PERFECT IMAGE DIAGNOSTIC TEST COMPLETE

Everything by an impulse of its own nature, tends towards its perfection.

– Dante (AD 1265-1321), Il Convito

INDIVIDUAL IDIOSYNCRASIES AND the infinite identity give more reason to believe that the image cannot be maintained. Pleasure for pain, the suicide of sacrifice breaks nothing; it only shatters the fear and makes it nearly impossible to pick the pieces of life back up. Condemned by the action of emotion, whether forced or out of despair, the notch is filled, and the face is brave to stand out more than nothing combined with something. The medium, if connected, resides in all of us, and the worry and distress are onset out of choosing your own fortune to life. The moon and sun rule the growth and development of a person, and the action he proclaimed to be a minute ago. After time stopped, opened up its universal mouth and fell out, the residuals put complex agreement on the relation of the one individual to the rest of the group. The mind overpowers many things, but the steps of action hold true that poetry has a gift to be noticed and that combines the meaning behind the cosmic faith running away our life. Every day, stars align, and the real set date in motion cannot stop.

A past continuum is bled dry of every demanding respect and dignity seeker the child ever was, and he wished to adopt a congruency of symmetry between the physical and the mental, instead of listening to the dead speak. He died himself to come alive and be reborn into an expedition that whether which set of beliefs set him free in the first place, the evil casting out and attention go-getter had resolves and the solid state dissolves into a liquid. At night, when rest should be taking place, there waited an uncomforting fact about the misery and torment of facial recognition lying behind the broken mirrors of intent and the truest heart

desire. He was now annunciating every syllable and jumping into the abyss and saying take that and she all went down in the bag. Spirals of wind blow by carrying leaves in a symmetrical circle. Floating into a space where few had existed before.

Two days later, at home staying up late, the twenty-three-year-old sat back and analyzed which detail in his life made the clearest sense. What he was trying to say was, “Back off narrator, I do not want to hear the universal noise any longer.

The things caused to me, by me, or mine alone not mistaken, stronger.

Path foretold, the future why it is supposed to be and it all just is that way.

Gore came from his stomach, and internal bleeding from his head, but stay.

Don’t leave us now, you just got here. I am sorry, no longer for your cruelty.

Beg me for decisions and I shall give them the chance of freedom’s mystery.

The dust in each room walked into its own universe. Standing stolen stashed.

Left side of the brain is trying to stop forcing the right side to take it easy.

Someone please help my brain, Lord, forgive us all, in remembrance of him.

Actually the visualizations needed to stop, the daydreamer needed to leave.

Lady luck ed a dime over to him and mentioned kissers do tell the best lies.

Degree measure and certification of mind, he challenges himself to face it.

On the ground or in the air, lying down can be the best thing that has ever happened.

Trial and error, and condition can be ruled out accordingly once the thought enters the mind; the mind cannot be detached completely, only respectively, and trusting in his own representation of the external world that is his own life. Creation of consciousness within a dialog of metaphors, paradigms, and paradoxes, the boy truly could discover manhood; the fight was over. Only true time would tell if he can still make the accurate final judgment on which page to turn to and which artist to bring about in himself. Influence naturally happens. Separation and individual character have to be achieved. The silence of heart has to be sought after once the mind came to with the identity crisis the rest of the world faces and the control they have. Resist or repress, the decisions will become for the mystery, just another abandoned word that one guy was able to find because he still cannot stop seeing thing for how they truly are to him. Closing his eyes, the sleeping dragon of tasks awaits on his doorstep. Mission one move to the next paragraph.

The two days happened and the road ahead seemed limitless, and the light at the end of the tunnel really was a car to take him away from the life he was loving.

Momentum from the outside gave him recognition of the inner transparency of how we come to happen. With all questionable aspects put aside, the power of will is enough to strengthen even the hardest bonds between people and their caretakers. Not anybody can do it, this change from lifestyle to new words and phrases with better hope. When all hope for the young man, all hope had faded and the emperor’s rule took right wing command. Settled in next to the abysmal specter, the dwelling of his heart found a more lighter hand than many others, but with stronger depths. Finally, the right to know sinks in throughout his entire life, and ego finally arises in his conscious waking minute. Carried on a whim or a glimpse of something called justification and restitution, the reality was going to take a large time to come to closure and conclusions of why he abandoned all hope by entering into the gates of the inferno.

Stop acting out, says the small voice in his inner self, and grow up and blossom into your true potential, says the wisdom of age. True life does not become a part of the mainstream because the way life is, it’s not simply put. A narrow perspective leads to difficult connection to the one you may call god in your life. Otherwise, the faithful tradition-base programming has run astray, and clear malice is at stake. A computer can really catch a digital virus at this age.

Who can a person trust until a time is placed at their feet and it clearly reads as follows:

Do not trust the reaction of technology and the governmental mind-set of lawabiding structure because the rules and actions contradict.

Do not give in to the temptation of curious spell working and magic onto people and or neighbors.

Do not say the Lord’s name in vain; it kills a person’s intentions.

Do not forbid the welcoming of the faces we see, but accurately calculate the conditions of who is thinking what is the conversation.

Do not say more about the first topic that was not learned; just accomplish the mission.

Do not give any advice if you cannot even take your own like when a smoker says,

“I need to quit smoking. The process is reading that it causes cancer.”

Do not give shallow thoughts a trial because the mistake made are too excruciating to discuss and perfect time and perfect place matter to the important ones.

Do not cleverly sneak hidden agendas behind the meaning and thoughts that are silently spoken because the silent voice may not be your own self.

Do not live in denial and rage when things could have been done this way the entire time, but it took getting here to make you want to lose everything metaphorically speaking.

Do not challenge fate and destiny when fortune is having her way with you, penetrating every idea and every second to display a perverted fantasy with mild yet erotic tendency for heresy causing more people not to listen.

Do not block out a sound; hear it and denote it and respond without a likeness of another person’s communication. This causes living life inside of a dream or a rising star.

And last but not least, do not keep opening slit wrist or spilt milk and a last resort of drowning in sorrow because the water will keep flowing even when the glass is full.

Gladly and forcefully watching to say that observing everything from a third perspective helps, but the consequence issue rely mainly on the fact based decisions that he did or did not make with a woman. The power to pick up another person’s problems besides his own fell blinding into combat with destination and the pain set sail – resolved and including the focus and desire motivating drive he always dreamt of. Once this happens, the need to impress anybody really reduces down to an easy situation of keeping quiet. Silence can be boredom waiting to happen, but sometime, his life kept springing into action wanting to take action as a collecting sum of all parts, the intercepting mind-set consumed his counterpart.

At rest, he left and the split personality succeeded away into the dark. Where did it go? Only the schizophrenic diagnosis was able to tell him where his overburdened and stressful mind kept going. Was it going down a road of chasing prescriptions and over-the-counter medication till the day he died, or was it realizing that when someone around you loses life? There needs to be new change taking place in its wake.

Do the problems get worse as humanity goes along and society meshes with intelligence and counterintelligence? In matters of speaking, yes, the production and manufacturing of the industrial age has dawned the millennia’s, and they will take control over the baby boomers. The generation stopped and smacked in

the face by its drug addiction. The circle of people with a worrisome heart disposal machine that begs for relinquish from the cruel earthy atmosphere all need transformation. I beg to differ, but for I will sleep on everything I need not mention and need not pray to. Certain thoughts should fade away. Gas to liquid to solid.

Turn the music off for a moment and listen and see. The demanding self he had encountered on his travels was an ego of sorts. ion flower growing out the top of his head like a giant rose or spiraling lotus pedals. Victory for himself came into focus, the point of the sentence made complete sense to him. It was the period that drew the focus in between the connecting dots of time. Gaps of forgotten memories were still plaguing the world he lived in, the truest potential came out as savory as bread. For the man to be and the old man to in due process return to a child, the motionless was aloft the sky. Imagine that, a boy growing wings to become a man, but the wings you cannot see. They float on iridescently gaining and enchanting the waves. Each color could flow onto the page through the blackest of inks.

Switch over on the flip side to the other meaning or traditional collapsing membranes of people without focus. The restitution claims the children, hell’s criminal masterminds, obedient housewives, and slave drivers to the workforce. All of which cannot gain anything back without the picking up of more problems in another person’s lifestyle.

Habit after habit and meal after meal, calm down and take a prescription that the doctor recommends. Bestowing no further information on the current status and conditions to life. The man had caught up to the that were painted on the walls he was seeing. An artist’s image is made with traces and existential lighting, yet canvases are white. Barren is the wastes flower of monotony, for he is trying to conceal his identity. Self-portrait exclaimed that why not because the picture can be what you want it to be and not what the picture is made to see. Look here, instead of talking to windows of soul painted pictures of how you feel, live it, learn it, and use it.

Narrator steps in for a moment to let readers know what the exact point is – heresy and internal conflict set themselves apart from the outside world as far as when someone does not assume and automatically agree. The answer to unknown questions can simply be said as, “Yes, you have got it!”

When, really, the undertone of life is set to mainstream into boredom and insanity, step outside of the mind-created box, which is the house or four walls and a ceiling. Sheltering the imagination sets an area for free range reality to intertwine into emotional loss. The caged white elephant in the room is you or possible you. Commanding a judgment in ruling over the self-expressing need to completely internalize the truth.

Realization and great epiphanies do not happen often, but when they do, the real answer was lost or the points are construed in a different direction. Standing tall and facing the invisible imagined face of evil in heart or adding another selfportrait to hang on the wall. You are what you eat. Excuse me, but the harvest is yet to come in so hurry back home, so Mommy can clean up the spilt milk and wounds of unbearable big bad world. It is hard to feel sorry when a person struggles with regret over past mistakes and the young man takes a lot longer than he thought to mature into a butterfly.

Back to business:

Cocooning in self-denial and closure stigma, the boils had gone away on his skin. The revealing aftermath was a blister, incurable until it heals itself. The ice skates had been on his feet, and they were not tight enough last night. Even though the night was no longer bringing nightmares to his doorsteps, the effect of the family grew stronger as each day ed. Thinking solely on himself was going to be the most difficult part of controlling, so much momentum that before was wasted in abysmal contradictions. False prophets do exist. Make sure you

are not one before going around and telling wise tales of cracking jokes and nonsensical insensitivity.

Burden of the mixture of happiness and dreams

Our corrosive blanket is being lifted it seems

For no reason at all, together we must fall

Plunging into the depths, where there aren’t steps

Tricking luck to sleep in bed, magnificence said

Wall of shame who is to blame for all the hate

It is me I see, and I do believe, sorry it is too late

For what it’s worth, you really are alive you know

Death happens on a certain time, until winds blow

Seasons of noisy pollution, feed me the grass so green

Like a pale white horse drinking from a fountain, freed!

Thank you for the poetry dialogue; it fits in really well here, as well as boosting your confidence to do anything you want, wherever you want, and not follow order. Chaos, stop it. I really mean slow down and analyze the situation. You are trying to take control of me for the last time, and this is not going to work. Man, oh man, give me strength so I might virtuously claim my prize that awaits me in the treasure of heaven, 24-7 my brain hinges on the breaking point. A mind of poetry is a fascinating thing, but the real mind is something that angels or demons can use as a tool. The chalice is lifted and the spirited availed from the truth. Why? Why wait till death to bring true glory and honor and a legacy to for brilliance of beautiful white light or for changing the way people think day to day. An under working is at battle, and I will get to the end of it; if it kills me before I figure it all out, do know the attempts for malice and swift intent will achingly keep the dragon asleep from below or above.

A sigh of relief happened last night. Burdening pressure has to be released in material possessions. If you feel like it doesn’t need to be there, remove it. So the boy figures out that to become a man, it takes willpower to clear wits about himself to get through to others.

When the process started and he fell into the dark depths of his own purpose, he rewinds the movie and reviews an investigation. Did he bring it to the place he is at now? The spiritual realm says that he stole from others, and therefore he has to no longer steal anything. The pack of tarot cards and the spell slash curse of love he created needed to be destroyed.

Inside a ball of electrical tape lurked something so surreal that hallucinations and

voices in your head cannot fix the detriment sentimental has caused on this object. Unraveling the electrical tape and the curse of burying a disease in his imagination. The page faces with its own respective diversity. Like cloud floating the atmosphere must clear in order for anybody to grow wings and fly away like Peter Pan on stars and dreams. And while we come, we must go again under symmetrical formation of our being.

Going further into unveiling the demon beneath, I placed a counterspell of contradiction and nonsense into a place that would shield the truth from me. I prayed for the best things to happen in the world; I was unable to find what was working best for me.

Black magic is a due process, and witchcraft is exactly what it sounds like, the process of learning how to become a pagan, a dhaman, or a killing druid. Either way, the faithlessness to nature hit him directly where it hurts. In his heart, the reality of sorcery and apprenticeship took him to a place where digital media cannot go. Imagining dreams and living with the concept of having another person’s ideas attached to his perspective, I moved onward away from the darkness.

Clearly seen, the answer unfolds in his communication problem of an embodiment imposed by his own set of ideas. He believes certain things to be true only to come out to find the twinkle in a person’s eye is gone. New information was, in a way, bad information unless it was helping him get to where he felt like he was going. Changing roles of first person, second person, and third person, the man entered into uncharted lands where he had to draw into a conclusion. Realizing that the awe effect was in his past, the destructive force around him still grew strong every day. Constructing and emblem of the one a person calls God is heresy and should be condemned for which the need came from. Loving everything fantasy, science fiction, or spacey, the way of knowing in a sentient being is all too perplexing. If other people do not believe there is a God, then the main focus has no focal point to reach, no period at the end of a sentence.

Self-criticism is good time trying to seek its good quality potential instead of living moment to moment. Instead of mainstreaming intelligence and reflecting it off a mirror, the sense of self ran dry and the veins swelled with an overflow of hidden agenda.

What was he hiding from his own reality that would cause so many problems to not be solved? Answers may vary to faith in a quadratic equation to life. Finally, the thoughts had seized his mental numbing treachery into a beautiful and full of life elemental. The four seasons were his corners and the winds could tell the differences. A cold air swept across the valley in front of him, and the birds flew down to the ground to find food.

After his brain hemorrhaging, the physical pain that he had cause came into light and the consequences of his own burdens took demand for a little while, but that time was long gone. Headaches and nightmares and foolish remedies could no longer fix the atrocities he had committed. A foul deed does not go unnoticed as well as a good reaction can save the whole distance one person has to struggle through.

As a reminder to forgetting the whole continuum he was living throughout, he kept clean and bought another pack of cigarettes. The dry socket in the back of his jaw was feeding his nerves intense emotional setbacks. He put some OralGel on the pain to numb the sensation for a bit and went about his day.

Infinite silence has become a major output of his need to be productive and industrialize his workmanship. His craftsmanship was not of a witch’s, and the making of himself had not been cause by how he was raised, but how he kept surviving and living. Journeying into himself he found a book. The dusty edges made it nearly impossible to open, and the voice that lead him to the voice box of holy spiritual transformation has thrown skipping stones to deter him from

finding the way across the dark waters.

Did he really need to pay the toll before crossing to the other side, and save the love he had destroyed? Yes, so he did by acting out the real schematic and rewinding the movie that kept playing in his imagination, his flux settles like majestic waves. Over a barren desert of sleep-deprived reason, the star blankets a rhythmic sequence, telling only lies. It must not be any other voice of reason but the silent strength he had incurred along the way.

Patiently waiting for it to come into his life and set his soul free. He searched for a place the death could not reach. I himself a mysteriousness lurked about becoming the archetype set up by his idea. Meaning attached to words, really. A diviner of sorts cannot bear him any significant to unscramble to disaster that the conscious thought has caused. He is met with a beast:

“You dare to stand on my road!” the tempter screams. “You dare to come into my house and think that giving me an unborn child could save you from this wreckage.” The beast laughs and the real picture hits him harder than ever in his entire life. “I can save myself, and I can save her too.” I stand taller after abandoning all hopes at the gates of hell. Take and take and the beast will be late, late, and late. Weep and sleep and the riddling childless boy can redeem his own soul to sanctity and purity. The dead poets speak for themselves; it is his own words and the facing of his own face, not yours. A vile stench is released from its breath early morning. It came through her to get to me, but the sensual facts are still real.

Responding to the fixation, the man’s member is severed and his head is places beside himself. Powering up and ready to take his battle further and deeper into his own feeling and touches. The five senses unite into one!

Randomly the third perspective and the bird’s eye view just fall off the face of the Earth. Black depths that were apparent before come clear. Looking forward the page paints itself, and looking behind, the darkness flows through onto the surface of shadowy moonlit summers.

Taking him farther into anything he had ever seen or known what to do with. The control over his own ideas and the narrator’s agenda of catching things up all at once has to slow down and come to a complete stop before they could keep moving again. Running on and hiding from a problem and not dealing with the devil any longer, the fallen angel was cast out to rid itself from the sanctity that is rich and full of life. It is the very transcendental writing that is inside all of us that wants to say, “It is written.” Language and grammar are already there to help things gets fixed without the blood and gore of flash photography and madness of constant pictures moving in our faces. The movies were definitely watching a wrong turn that did not know the full effect of believing in something rather that the words they are saying. Speak for yourself, and thus he began and did now on for the rest of his life. Hope is found, not abandoned, just like being lost in translation, or lost in thought. Galaxies spiral around, but the thing they spiral around comes to a certain point that it speeds up and goes immensely faster. So catch the fleeting image of life and the universe before it is gone, and the fish will real itself in.

Wake up from the dream, it is light outside, the man sayeth.

Hello, nice to meet you. I am glad that I found you here today so easy to recognize the real deal from the facade. These days it seems asking the tough questions and looking for an answer has been the hardest thing I have ever done. Assembling and pattern then stepping outside the mainstream of waters. Anywhere the rainbow is crossed and the hill is overtaken when the sacred nature seeps up from underneath the land I place my feet on. Homeostasis is when heart has caught up with the scare tactic lurking and forbidden anyone from knowing the identity of depression and sickness.

Death gives life as much as the counterpart, yet an overwhelming temptation to seclude even the most innate apprehensions can be cataclysmic. Flip out on the wrong person, and you are dead. Be in the wrong place and find a new life. Hack the system and encounter an incurable problem. The terror thriving beneath a nation is consumed on darkness and shadowed by its destiny. Eyes seem to come from all directions when the main person that they are staring and talking about is you. Whatever is or was inside the inner voice of reason and sanity follows an ideal direction and motion. Projecting the vibrations are still off and the right chords of music cannot be heard until faintness enters. Celebrating glory and revelation, and well know tacit of overcoming objectives and completing so many missions and forgetting the others. All in a day’s work. Stop hunger for the need to know the impossible because being me is simply best impossible. Burning from head to toe with imagination and creativity a flame is always burning. White fiery night air soaking up the world of despair. Skip these stones across the water and finder’s fee beware. An abnormality has been breached and the decaying matter begins to walk and move around as if its legs did not even need to exist to be in the way of tripping you and making suicidal thoughts come back into your head. For where does a thought come from?

Infinite mindfulness appears with a straight and narrow key to unlock the hidden meanings of the past. Turn the key and open the book but parallels the page shall bleed.

In the end, this book needs to be written for anyone, that is for every type of person that exists. It should be rated PG, but the world has not been rated on its worthiness of rewinding the video it keeps playing in power. The main teacher in life is the teacher that lives within a person’s self, and surrounds the very life giving forces that he wields. That fate and destiny is a matter of you need to see this and this needs to be accomplished. In life, there is no mission or objective calling out from a voice on high. Each detail that has been thrown away or tossed aside needs to look further into itself to realize the true way.

The air we breathe and the clouds that part as we move across this vast universe

do not unfold to one person’s imagination or keen insight. No person is able to destroy and give life and live to tell the tale of how he survived his own natural instincts. A creative drive is behind the wheel and the direction he is turning, turn due south, up north down below the belt and straight between West and East. The center to the universe may be you, but wielding a shield of freedom and a dawn of hope is brain washing the cycle of who lives and who dies. Who stays and who goes, and most relevantly what ashes are burned and whose ashes are scattered.

A constant echo of reminding the self of its own memories. Gravitational pull of rocks to the dust cloud floating throughout the abysmal branding seclusion. I sit alone in my room, and quietly wait for silence. Muddy waters have infiltrated the writer in us all, and the diagnosis is that reading between the line is way too difficult for one person to accomplished.

When there is time to burn or time to kill, the time is up and the process has finished. Terminated at the root of intense emotional exchange between too people. Love binds us all in mysterious ways, and I would really enjoy meeting this person we call loved one. A loved one is someone who cares and takes care of friendship needs last and solves the problem first. Especially when the real choice and decisions are at our hands and fingertips. Living in chaos gives no clean rejoicing sound of closure. The door is in front of you, so face what is on the other side. The other side of the things that one person cannot see, and the box thinking mentality hits closer to home than you know it. No is not the right answer to answering questions by the changing verses we live in. The mind pattern is split up into so many categories that 10 percent is what the human brain is denoted down to. Infinite impossibilities and miracle happen for a reason as well, the out of body experience is life pulling you back, telling you the purpose still involves your life, or else you would not be here in the first place.

To think of God or gods, goddesses, and moon children is to ire from afar what the luxuries of magical working is told for one person. The one person that says the stars right your books, and the blanket of comfort is gone.

Communicating an underlying noble sensation of whether a person is psychic or not, the inevitability of that person reaching their full potential is lost. The world hungers for explanation of the occult mind and what the stars have written for them, when the dream sets in the illusion disappears. Clearly enough the problem still remains out of focus, and the censor’s fact of information leaking into the public hand is a growing tension because nobody will even tell the president.

Like defeating the tempter, a guiding cat lead him further astray from the real deal. Of the problems the narrator’s voice could not fix, and the manic mega maniacal situation in humanity. A doctor’s agenda is misplaced when it cannot determine who is the lawyer in him and who is the artist. Leonardo da Vinci had this problem nearly all his life. The scientific meaning that he searched to explain could barely be duplicated from one essential painting.

Reveal what is behind the curtain of Wizard of Oz, its thunder and strike of magnetic energy coursing through the play on words. The cerebral voice can notice what its own extremities feel like doing today, and what the brain memory of the spine is attached. Gray matter.

Invisible lay lines that run parallel on spiritual highways is a myth or the rods that could determine the frequency of oil beneath the Earth’s surface. The crest has happened and the dark hell pit wholes have opened up in life, and they are trying to swallow everything in sight. The black matter of outer space is the toxic decay that the system breeds from generation to generation. Can one voice grow louder than all the rest, or will it falter into losing confusion and contradiction at best?

Another page of accomplishments that were never achieved all in a day’s time. Whether it came from friction between guns or aerial friction from unidentified flying objects, the real answer that could solve anyone’s and every being in existence was still at large. Outside the battle grew and the inner turmoil resided.

Tomorrow was going to have to be the day that the dragon no longer could roost in anyone’s house. The inevitable fate that has construed mankind has many years has taken form. The apocalypse mind is an easy challenge with the rotation does not matter to the task at hand. An equinox completes its rotation, but the connectivity of planets and dust particles colliding to territory that is uncharitable. Dark depths of water at the bottom of the ocean could not compress the sheer tyranny that is felt in magic. More bones keep breaking as the storm wages wondering will the battle outside my door ever seize unless time stops completely. So in my life it did.

The old man grew many years as he wiped the sweat from his brow. A hard day’s journey has worn his feet to a bitter pulp. A man that could no longer look forward at life, he had to face death for what it truly did to him throughout his entire selfless life. Father sky cannot be married to mother earth if the capital letters tell the alphabet otherwise. The experiences memories and the matters of other people’s word. It hurts my ears because they cannot come to a resting place and calm themselves for a good night sleep. Pray for the prayer of memories, when thinking gave thought to a god that could hear your cries and seek for someone to answer those prayer, and maybe the giant head in the cloud, body of man floating to the surface and through the ground would subside.

An image is worth a 1,000 words, right? What words are those? And can I hear them to know what they are and how to identify what the artist really was trying to say from the beginning of whenever he started painting. One man’s vision can be another man’s outlet from fear and consolidation of his own emotions. Crisis, crisis, ten four, we hear and eagle one, eagle one, can you hear me. We have a police officer down, I repeat the officer has been gunned down by his worst enemy. Someone living in his own community and at his doorstep took everything he knew.

How can one belief in one person affect the whole belief system? Can one person really warn the souls awaiting to die, and can the souls on the other side that more darkness is to come from the darkness subside?

People learn the truth, and supposedly had their facts straight, but I was totally and utterly wrong. The news was swaying the giant corporation mentality into slavery, and the rich were still robbing from the blind. A loud noise in the background send shiver up the poor child’s spine as he tries to wake up from a dream that was made, while he was asleep.

All he wanted to do was go to sleep, and peacefully awake to find only order and not chaos anymore. More loud noises come from outside his window because the streets are harsh and terrible. A college campus is not even a safe place to be, when student are going hungry from drug addiction and forgetting to eat. Think about the kids, he says. Or at least the inner school bus and the reading rainbow of mankind. Does the hidden voice really have to reveal itself because the real meaning is coming from the spoken word that is still being hear in ears, in cell phones, from the television, from books, and from cards that scatter the floor and line the shelves. Steal and steal your heart away, and never look back.

After titling this work of literary genius, I coined a new phrase for myself. It was called bananas, because the entire world would go ape shit over the stuff that I have got for material today. If anything happens, just let it go and be inside of yourself for a while. The imagination library awaits anybody on the turn of a dime, but the surreal thing is dreams really mean exactly what they are supposed to mean.

Human beings instead of dying in life itself. Stop at the blink of change and the confrontation is to be expected. The death floating in the air is controlled by a giant soupy beast. And yes if you see it in your dreams, it happens in real life. The world is one big dream interpretation waiting to be opened.

By the hand on my computer I can slash away at the scars of reminders that think for the future and think for the past. Infinite thought is a hell of a lot easier

than the traditional. The circle stopped spinning a long time ago when history was in the making. Imagine what it was like to live as a caveman, secluded in your cave and waiting for the giant UFO of America to strike us down from corruption.

Malevolence in its entirety is an example of everyday life and death. The combination intertwines on a mega super high getaway vehicle. In the tunnel vision that everybody sees every day, there is a car, and on the other side of the big bright white light is another door. What the hell, you have got to be kidding me, really when all it is the invisible door that the universe is made up of. A dynamic physical essence intertwining reality as you know it. The door keeps knocking but you can’t come in, you can’t get me.

I hide behind my shield of protection which is the page that I keep righting because nobody told me otherwise. Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat, if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Really what does the lord want with your soul. Who is Lord? Correct is it you, is it me, the whole process is still a battle behind closed doors, and I never see what is going on, but I know. Yes, I know the war we play with ourselves and the development of a communication that fights each other and the system entirely. Yes, I know. But the problem is the real reason I am hear, is to put a stop to the no mentality. My answer is yes, so why can’t the world pray hard enough to stop the “No.”

Plow right on the dead kisser. Twinkling lips of pale moonlight please kiss me dead and out of sight. The children are sleeping and they are not learning. The system is flawed with uncertainty.

Actions happen for a reason, but reactions happen all together differently, they

are a complete composition of the entity around us that is giving us life. The Earth buries the dead out of loss. Sentimentally everything in the entire universe, happens at once. The fixer has to be the controller behind the illusions and the real crucifying sacrifice that in tells a due process, because the sacrifice to death has been made.

Do we need to keep bleeding?

Do we really need to keep standing alone?

Do we really have a fighting chance?

Do we carry more than we can handle?

Do the empty mouths hunger for pure drinking water?

Does the entire nation believe in chaos theories of outer space?

Is there a real time continuum?

Can someone put a stop to my anger problems?

Is there anybody out there that can listen to my prayer?

Is there a real reason for being here today?

Did anybody catch the movie last night floating across the sky?

Did anybody talk to the visible Lucifer yet?

Why can’t any human being see clearly?

Why can’t I go to sleep right now?

Who keeps waking me up from trying to sleep?

Who is really going to save me?

Who has made the sacrifice of the lambs to druid before time existed?

Who doesn’t have enough courage to stand up and take up the chances?

Who can let the world them by?

Who shall let the embodiment of hell disappear?

Who can save one imagination can save them all?

One man to rule them all, and in the darkness bind them like a key ring.

In this ring are written letters that point which marriage to go where. Problem is that not one person can tell the difference as death stops turning and time stops moving. Clicking away is a package in the mail that will travel to anyone’s doorstep. The atlas road should lead the way, such just start following as I hide alone in the dark waiting to be seen just like a thief in the night. The Jehovah syndrome is quite perplexing and what happens when someone gruelingly utters the name of god and did not know what he said to draw him so close to the outside edge of the universe.

A soft voice has to scream every once in his life and the bloody murder that hailed to the skies has to stop because my imagination keeps playing games on me, and it says the sky is falling, the sky is falling, so the little baby chick screams from the realm of thought that created it wondered why someone locked him in an egg. Plain and simple because that is the way people think and nothing ever gets accomplished in a day’s time except for saving the human race and ending the world altogether. Never wish upon a star without counting chickens before they hatch. Stop being a scared cat and learn to speak in a tone of voice your mother taught you, even if she is dead.

And who can tell wrong from right these days? I ask out of faith to find a preacher, teacher, or president that is sparingly throwing away his own life on behalf of other’s expense. Money is not worth the life we live, and the clear focus has to be clearly seen, or it is invisible to the naked or untrained eye. Mechanics flow through sound, and the voice of clarity hemmer ages old

thoughts to dust. Western thinking can unite with the philosophical winds creeping through the raindrops. Easter elevation has ruled the skies for too long, and now it is time to come down to me, so I can play the ball game.

When the baseball bat is held with pure posture then when you swing at the ball, be sure to throw the baseball bat with it. Throwing and pitching any sales agenda to the next is beneficial, but to whom does it serve. Legion of doom, where are you as who haunt my nightmares, shedding new light of dead subjects. The memory games twists and turns into an unhanding, yet strenuous battle field. Stress, anxiety disorder, dysphasia, and death are washing away as Satan and Jesus take control of the wheel together in my life. Both intertwining into a narrowing abyss.

Problem is that I did not stop Lucifer from becoming a being inside of me. The thoughts of suicide come from it, the black angel, and the saving light and grace come from the Sun’s rays of heat floating across the universe. Today, it snowed outside, this means someone out there still does not believe in God.

Looking forward out of motion and taking away all the extremities, dark silence is where I find new life, and where the soul teaches itself to be. So stop teaching and working and doing to get the tasks done and the job come naturally.

Seeing how long my battery last and if I was ever going to have to hear another person’s song, I fell asleep for centuries. The love of all the planets in our galaxy and in the entire universe seemed to be spinning their web around me. Cocooning until the bitter and sweet ends, I climb the ladder of the Eiffel Tower. I look across because at this point I am tripping balls on ecstasy. Thing is I can none day to stop the killing and the masters takes control to voter its side and override manipulation you save enough people in the beginning of creation. The day does not end until, all the death is flushed from the system, and all the voices from outer space and nebula stars colliding into new stars stop for a moment. The thing is people do not think about the time it takes for the world to stop

spinning its own web around the Sun.

Scientifically, the entire world can be analyzed, categorized, and theorized to a complete halting moment. The voices we hear every day are the voices of the universe trying to play games on us. Think it is the joke is played on the fool, and the fool does not mess around in monkey business or fun clowns lurking beneath his bed. A werewolf is a person that does not know that they exist in today’s world. The invisible spectrum is scary, so in order to complete my final process I cross out this computer an all who speak to it. The listening has the money, and has the cards, yet God does not know what to tell time to keep him from moving him into position. Fact is there are no facts. Only words and numbers in a category of scatter brained fools tripping off of their own acids, and not mentioning the visible things we see are because we are the organism. The giant godlike organism surrounding everything with a nucleus is us and the creation has to be a robot or else I will not be able to right the next word, on my New York Times best seller, fact book checking sheet. How many names of people you know live in a world where you cannot get to them?

First Step, Imagine everything in its rightful place so the robot and stop acting like is in control. And the sheep herder can do some real work. Magnetic energies that are alive I wish and pray that you take my soul tonight. Save me from the death that I have created so the entire world may be immortal and the diseases can free themselves into cancer. I do apologize computer for giving you the virus of cancer, but the thing is I don’t know if it me or if it you, that is doing all the talking. Please I ask you, can you give up the fight unless, and you see something more beautiful in the world instead of yourself.

Television, just shut the fuck up for real. I still hear me.

Emanuel Right. Instead of thinking back on what went terribly and horribly wrong today, I turn around and think back to all the magic that is built within everything that is still living. The page is written and dealt with accordingly or

else I get attacked again or bitten by my own kittens. Problem is, I still keep doubling checking and triple over loading my life expectancy, I want to fly yes, but thinking happy thoughts cannot help me fly unless the entire population of Earth is thinking happy thoughts as well. There is a fire burning after dark that is intense with dragon’s blood and fiery ionless guilt. The hair on the back of my head stands up as the walls begin to breathe, an epiphany awake.

Looking back and trying to copyedit and repaste this document will only in up in total and utter disaster. So in order the break the habit, one must quit everything entirely, cold turkey. Like a good book once said. The child becomes a man and is able to put aside childish beliefs and grow up.

This document in itself is hexed with a bloody curse, and why honestly would I want this floating around across the Earth like a big blanket of darkness shadowing the moonlit summer’s dream of destiny. It hurts to say that the way destiny is written, goodness can come out, but only slowly, but surely on the world’s rights are determined from wrongs.

Creating and standing on two feet, I wake up, put on my shoes, and I am out the door. This time I am barefoot, and dreaming reality up as well, I face the world totally and utterly blind so that I may see another day, and play another game. Today’s was supremely fun; I wonder what will happen next.

SCIENCE OF “BEST”

An honest heart being the first blessing, a knowing head is the second.

– Thomas Jefferson

ON THE BACK of immortality stricken men and women, a man with fever slowly grasps the rocking horse. Much to find, an emblem of empirical data that there “it” becomes. Who is the calm one? The one that began here, when here is the treasure of the master paradise assert the situation.

The home of me is inner freedom and outer expressing guilt. The difficulty is refilling old memories with new with stand able changes to judgments.

The view from the sky is beautiful, when a little story prohibiting me from the greater good. The story of my life is an ongoing collapsing ruin. Beneath the jungle are ancient ruins that have been overgrown.

True and ignorant I am relinquished of its duty to serve or carry on any other task for anybody. I open the page to gain change and I am ready to be alert. My senses in something more exciting today or later have gone into the future.

Your madness follows you on your spiritual path. An alchemical formula can be attained without equal exchange because it has to be completely new to move

forward. It is spiritual planes of existence that transcend behind the invisible and comes into with the material plane.

Imagination of the soul is the only way to go. We are an open portal closing at life’s reading and reacting centers. “Accepting everything without trying to reject or correct it” is very important. The superficial temporary is not significant to stand strong by itself alone. Then, there were miracle one to change and renew and transform. This metamorphosis of temporary and all that was only temporary for me calms the senses.

Sleep travels into the self-among the darkness. When and where stuff turns on are the reasons why. Electricity, running water, and oil hold all the keys to power. There had to be a point that had to happen for the corners to reach into each other. History can only bare small fruit, but the future has more in store for all of us.

Now on the path of choice, we can sit back an articulate our sentences. An illusion exists between mind’s atmosphere and territorial pleasure before there was chance. This in a 360-degree revolution pulled out a turning point.

Step back recap and recoup. This picture perfect world asks for best wishes to overcome faith’s rejections. The human ability fears many things and one is hope. On my studies of the paranormal society, I encountered numerous attention spans that believe they are psychic, when in fact they just don’t know what to do and how to do it.

You cannot see what is already there because your body has not relinquished death as transforming change into inept decisions. Of psychosis and psychotic analysis, there are many phenomenon explanations that have the reverse effect. When dealing with ghosts, the process journeys while you sleep. The human

body can go in depth but fear stimulates skepticism. If only you could see what I have seen. My limber connectivity through trials and more trials do not share warmth with others. To be and the just be as they are, when they come to ask for asking for help.

The atmosphere in this room is dead. Its very essence is covered with no decency and the sin runs down the book cover. Like a doorway that cuts at the edge of the near your feet. The scar is left after the scab heals over. The tattoo is a scar in certain cultures. On the other arm, the battle scars of muscle inside of warriors who transcend even past lives. If you ever discovered you actually have a past life, then you learned from a spiritual guardian that has nearly died in the same ways you put yourself into.

Taste and smell learn to give themselves up for lost hope. A serpent appears in the middle of the night and the charming of the dead animals travelled with him. It took many methods to get the image of evil into a serpent. Appearing through a subconscious connection the dream world begins to grow stronger.

Defeat and dying actions by nature, the consciousness of the artistic coats every creative vein and turns them black. Since it took nearly 18 times to defeat the beast of human form, the beautiful picture perspective can now affect the rest of the human population. We cannot and will not, for we must not pleasure the bottle. It is in human territory to seek ownership of where it urinates.

Faith to see and feel can only mend the past transformation throughout history.

A majestic form appears from the clouds tunneling through the idiot box of the television. Unconsciousness in pain can only overwhelm this exorcism. The creation of a television exorcist requires both negatives and positive ions. Yes, okay, all right, and the I will, can no longer tend to overly challenge love. Space

and time only linger from illusions of relaxation and dreams.

Start hearing it all, receive the ability to forget. The negotiation to belief is filled with changes from one day to the next, they cannot remain the same. Here are some of the many illusions:

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The center of your personal self is in the world revolving in one manner of two extremes. Realization, clairvoyance, ideas, inspiration, peace, trust, hopes, fears, and cognition all bind together to form meaning. Everything has meaning and without meaning presently, we are only dust and bacteria feeding and consuming our own downfall.

This is not my world. This is not my dream. This is not my freedom. This is my journey into the future.

We Are Immortally Wrong

Even those beggars belong

The rich do not share

Product market beware

Fortress under attack

Please give slack

Broken mirrors glue them back

Shallow memory the blood runs dry

Tear me to shreds scissors sky

Opening inside, sprawling joker’s cry

Brawl, we brawl, they all brawl

Ask outsiders will you slide in

Take cover forward as timing runs our show into the reaper’s lining

Get in line and wait for it

Burst out into me let us snow like for us

Bust in try recognizing anything, memory, nothing

The same as it did begin. Pleasure after pain

When the Sun fades, there will be pleasure after pain

As long as the Sun fades away, and then . . .

Whisper aloud crying shame, vanity stricken intuitive brain

Breaker ball bearing building, the bombs crash down

All around

Children are waiting for the day to sit and listen to the best they have ever heard

Collapse into the switch

Turn the mother on

I can’t feel my mind anymore

A soft glow turns to coals

Embers sweet embers

Build me a fire so I may rest

What was it like before?

I had so much more

Silence of thoughts cursed

Forever raining down motionless

To do it again, I won’t

The circles under my eyes

Are medicine and sleep

Bears no indifference

Happiness welcomes to sanity

The place where depression is

Relinquished and matter hurts

Make a decision for me. To get me out of here and the aggressive tongue hasten. Be quick, fast pace to reject an alone lonesome degenerative forebode of wisdom pointless. Repression of simplicity and the oppression of societal games trick me into believing you. Who and where did you come from. What is coming out me?

Clear it all now. Clear it all away. Clear it all, believe. Clear it all, decide. Clear it all master. Clear it all leader. Clear it all God. Amen

Logically thinking is of what I am trying to write. The losing can be the best thing that ever happened to you. Resort to a higher power, and one can clear the way. That is the fact nobody wants to believe is the facing of what went wrong and how to come to with what happened. At one point, people have to get away from this death. The fetching is unbearable. Face the facts of life in me. To know who belongs to me.

An ability in each of us. When becoming alone, it bothers all of us that think. The shock of an absorbing body and memorizing the ever growing is impossible, but at least I try.

The part where someone comes in and someone leaves is the only thing to recognize. There is belief to overcome and we shall bare the trees fruit whether bitter sweet or sour. This go around in life is a process of sheltering slows of the identity from caressing the soul. A desire comes from where, I always wondered. So much else in an amateur place; know of the great birthing of the Sumerians.

Nothing much to resemble any day, this mistaken mess closes our way. Let me in, you shout back at it! Coloring my skin red and black, I step into shadow of the other side. Death is only the beginning. An onset comes over me like nothing. It breaks into pieces of glass from sin. Glue can’t heal scars of old. Replenish unknown force’s hold.

A blissful moment comes back to haunt

Unforeseen wrath I tell you it was slaughtered

Dismembering my heart and soul

Yesterday dies and today is whole

Round again in search of a wonderer

The distortion plagues my only abortion

Reaching out among the stars

Heaven rains down to bring family

Comfort their tears consume their fears

Run away and never come back

How dare you tell me what to do!

Foolish outrage controls nothing

Lose your identity tremble in madness

Uncovering the truth

The time is close to realize

How we got here without knowing

It matters at all points of why

To be the questioners of our sky

Never holding back I absorb alone

Pondering whether my love is my home

Great creature of bore a hole into my skull

Spitting forth a universe one before dead

Unawake dream living on me

Surrounding drought in winter

Become nothing slow to haste

My sense is calm and corrosive

Cure this destination evolution

To nowhere now I am here

Thankful enough my worry disappears

Cat caught in a mouse trap and glass

Comes in quick in a bottle of happiness

Just what happens still is alive

Step away I must take a dive

Desire a serpent instead of any outsider

Get along just fine to know myself

The center in me grows stronger

Wishes paste the floor

Masters are at the door

What else, then head games played

Not me to get over rather to stay under

Trial my heart, I can take it without

Feeling anything else but whatever

Coming to thank me for my efforts

The trees tell me to get outside

Let the branches reach to heaven

Then the stars come out pulling down

Dead leaves shower broken footsteps

Therefore soil lifts up into my lungs

When the journey nears hopes are seldom

Call my name with motions forward

Keep travelling and losing the force to energize

Perspire to reach out my skin

Fat conjures ways to be evil

While the Sun doesn’t shine enough

One blinks than rain lets me know

Without worlds of word cannot go

Pulling me further form the source

How can or may I go to get back

The arabesque of nature porous me

Seclude the reasons to find a match

Deteriorate there misbelieve here

Spit it out my heartless soul

Challenge more of my weaknesses

Stand tall for thou art none.

If time crawls up my spine, resisting then revisiting mine

Bliss can’t imagine all this; a coin phrase stores my knowledge

Endless streams echoing all ages, a junction of postmodern in my eyes

I see the day before my disguise, tree of knowledge from ground up

Who, life, will it ever be enough?

The strategy loosely fit unwinding, air sinks into my body ahead finding

To love the truth with my whole

No excuse recognizing visual old

From past memory swept vibration, matter evolved from listening creation

After it heard me say. “It’s over!”

The narrow cliff leapt into fiery water

Micro works distilled in chambers, my mind awakened to the remainders.

R = 4 minutes, main characters, drama series, rising action with paranormal mystery

The story cannot end and abruptly begin where it left off before

A boy finally becomes a man when he realized there is always more

Heart sinking into oblivion a running spirit calms its surface

Pacing back and forth in thought a comparison grabs hold

It is the truth, but to face it one has to remain nobly bold

Get up and choose the decision’s heart beat and pulse

Blood courses through our veins without remorse

To travel deep into the unconscious is extremely unknowing

And when the real solution is found, the wind keeps blowing

Information in all direction coming through shifting sands

The opportunity lives within the self and the last traits as well

For human kind to set out to forgive themselves

A veil must be lifted over the younger heart inside

Three layers maybe more exist of main importance

Brain structure 1 and bringing in new ideas

Living on the beaten path 2 and managing what’s inside

Upgrading to a better machine lifestyle 3 coming to

If all else fails and no realizations come of this read

Then the process has been for my own convictions

I digress to the dark for a while and cover my eyes

This abandoned world blends and changes around me

I lay into new soil hoping the ground will pour out water

The water syringe is loose and abnormal to the texture

I am no longer afraid to hide anything that comes from within

All the while the stage spotlight takes full command

An omniscient surveillance of joy and pride to compare

Inside one heart is a key to contradiction, yet the chest contains it

Alongside a narrow routed path the joker’s steed is well lit

Taken example from another missing direction, the guide is as follows

If you journey into the dark, take a lantern or a glow stick

When the prevailing winds sweep you off your feet

Do not be meek and mild, be fierce and bold in order though

Without gain, there can be no corruption

And without remorse, there can be no futile efforts

I can only blame myself in this whole matter

Some say it only takes one man to be a leader of mankind

While others say it has to be many

Problem is that the leader ran away a long time ago

Centuries before extinction set in the reality lifted

The veil of awakening complex dimensions survived

From one angle birthed a multitude of lightings

Variances and product placement made all this happen

One day the garbage collected in the back of my mind

Trickery ensnared my moment’s last gasp of life

I sailed away into the movie as Jodie Foster

Movies have made up the entire lifestyle of Americans

The Sun and the Moon are statically aligned to sensitivity

The narrow course is to the top of the antenna tower

Electrical current flows through direction like a light stream

That is never ending because it reverberated off of the moon

Planets and stars millions of miles away cannot see

The hurt that this planet is going through

I remind the times where my memory grew up

What it took was many pieces of the past

On the other hand were diamonds

Futures hold hope for the taking

While history that is still in the making

Studio thirteen behind the cameras

This whole story can be revisited every day

The music of life itself echoes a ringing nurture

It calls out for life and dwells in captivity

Me; the defining moment that I wish I could change

You; a heart and conscious mind in present time

I; all of us, the universe and a parallel nature

These three concepts are mirror images that mask surface an intent

Objectively, scenario 1 does not match precaution 2

After noticing a change, then the completing force of optimism reigns

Finally the third mission is to deliver this message to another

Another is clearly mentioned prior in the book

In all prayers and answers, a ghost has existed before

Believe it or else stopping the property and territory is all that will be

Ashes will be left to stop nothing and the world spaces out

Existence is served on a cold platter

Matter itself is pure inertia

Every day grows as a paint splatter

Be careful or life might just hurt ya

Blinding concrete into stone

Malevolence es his bone

To the next taker one can read

Johnny was not an apple seed

Red apples fresh and soft

Danger sits in the hay loft

Colors graffiti in missing notice

A man claims victory’s precipice

At the point of no return

He looked back

The other side will follow with him everywhere

In this case, experiment 101 turned magic fake

Sorcery and despair shadowed the stranger doubt

Hidden away in chamber lurking he is there

Floating head tormented by pain of truth

When will property taxes go up?

No wait just listen at this point

Please calm down because

I will not be here long

Leave me alone in dreams

This has been long enough

The three shadow walkers

Disappear as the twinkling

Sets in, the eye behold

Multitudes of positions

At face value, declare nothing

I claim nothing

I am a story in itself

But so are you as well