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A second poem for the first women because I’m in love with you

The meaning to that is it will always remain like equal parts of the first man

I mean what I say and I see what I feel so I’m knowing that truth in my rite

Giving can be receiving like loving can be sharing as happiness is more than worthwhile 

 

Hey sister we’re going home like eternal snowballs that stay alive

The longest journey praying true life’s journey to the council of councils in counselling

It may be slang but it comes from the heart as there’s no place like home in the jungle

Then it may be our choice to choose what’s right and depart this world in a calling

 

I’ve made my wishes to the stars and the moon to infinity and all the way back

My prayers even more than that and to love just as much and I swear that you’re right

A true miracle is finding hope in a darkest hour whilst love is the saviour of abyss

The Creator of All through believing the deepest scars and burns could heal in light

 

I spent winter in darkness and your sunrise was bliss each time I awakened

Trust is such a completion I received and I asked for and now we will ask for more 

I could say it all my life those words would never grow old and neither would we

It’s crazy to truly have the best and feel its rightful place in your arms

 

Divinity is few and far between for a men who might love a woman

Sin is wrong reasoning against the archetype and denial of Christ

Here by the fall we gain power by control and hurt and steal free will

Our soul is beauty joy and love it was taken and will never be the same again

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Man i feel like such a lame guy just sharing my poetry, but my brain is fried/damaged and my attention is horrible.. funny name for a “meditator”..

 

anyway:

 

Have you ever been hurt? Has it ever felt.. oddly pleasing?

my heart has been shattered.. picking up the pieces i judge my fractions of love, reason.. and doubt.

seeing my reason i realise im not all that bad.. but my emotions are too strong for my own good.

Love has always been a problematic solution for me..

I doubt ill ever find it.

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There was an opening as I found my knowing in the other half of me

I spent time writing on focused intent and shared the truth of spiritual law and love

It was a perfection of protection that I understood as my completion

As trust returned anger subsided and I agreed to see things clear

 

My faith was placed in front of me yet it was broken by tests

There was not one but two others and my own mind it finished last 

Serenity could restore beauty and trust but would it remain into tomorrow

My heart broken a few rare times and seeing true I could carry on

 

I could tell so many times that there’s nothing like coming home

True love and truly known then forgotten myself and thrown to the wind

What’s it worth to you I may ask if the wind blows these saddened tunes

This time I remember something never felt and more than anything before

 

I use my mind to imagine I’m so small as only a cell in two infinite beings in love and intertwined

I visit the very heart of god then even larger and ask our humans aligned to our true hearts also

Nothing better I pray than love bliss and joy expanding beyond all existence of its very self

This feeling it may come or go but I feel home and want truly nothing more than that

 

Consuming with everything that I am and expanding beyond more than anything that I am

Separation it hurts when finding union is a spark that frees us wholly totally and completely

Beauty could burn a lifetime as connecting the essence of higher levels was a soul split in two

A bond for siblings of magic and spirit running deeper than blood a mirror of hearts aligned

 

Not if but when 

We savour now our calling to source 

This bliss and this knowing 

Our wholeness is only growing into seeds

And the blossoming into trees 

Is our reaching to greater spheres

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For the longest journey I’ve known a calling

Home is a fragment of truth that guides from beyond

It’s been like living black and white for all I’ve known in life

I find true home in where my soul fastens to yours

 

These flames are first breaths of Real in the illusory

My deepest yearning is truth yet found surely in each other

Our wholeness is truth but truth could never fulfil our spirit

So worship above all else this bond perfection everlasting 

 

A lost memory of separation fits recognition of hereafter

Praying to my very origination calling myself all parts

This psychedelic mirror a spark of between

I love you

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So there I was sitting under the apple tree
A single line of constants and unconditional love
Three times did a tiger roar
And on the fourth I heard a dragon sing

 

Sing me praises she said, so I did

More was less and it was exciting
Confusing at times but simple, you know?
Keeping yourself together

 

Sick dog or maybe not
True love was worth a shot
I'm moving mountains for the best sellers
And keeping it all to myself

 

Could sadhu exist completely untamed on a winter's day

So you reckon regular customers have their own heir to the throne
I reckon I could play a few simple tunes
But longing is different to being and simplicity is only perfect

 

Kick the bucket my friend, I'll keep going!

Piss to the wind and give back to an island of light
Eleven pence me thinks, with pretty flavours and a tie in the knot
Kiss it goodbye

 

One last thing, I'm easy
Total absolution is like pie in the sky
Misery is commandeered by the weary
Total silence comes when wind blows

 

It was an ideology for burning bridges and crossing the river

It came and went, so forwards moved forward

Ideology this, Ideology that

Brown snakes in a paper bag

 

Confused yet? Same. Pray for star trek enterprise

Move forward into light and love

Find hope in a darkest hour

And all will be well from up above

 

Checked out at the checkout making mistakes

Graced out on Hawaii building lakes

Sorry for this my watch just broke

And completely insane

 

Jesuit

 

True love, it's a great feeling

An abyss was great too after you threw it away

Before or after a quizzical look

Sentences that could go on forever

 

Soldier on mighty fiends

Credit card history check

Fuck you and your little dog too 

Minds are built for mansions

 

I'm composing something special here

But it might be a little sideways over on the left there

Glasses on and it'll come down hard

So here we are

 

I like pikachu but what's that about

Pokemon cards are like Peruvian gods

Stickers for the divine and confetti particles

Something's not right but nevermind

 

Creator.

 

Sequential dots lined up stars in a cosmos of offical unity

Fire filled the bellies of the hungry and dust turned to dust

Escape not so rewind eternity

The pursuit of happiness is a lingering scent under your nose

 

Thank reasons alive and fish in the pond

I wrote truth upon the walls of the innocent

A leg up could get you only so far, all aboard the chosen train

Forget happiness I’m in love

 

Six o’clock was timely enough even though

My scorpion can beat yours in a duel

Size me up I’ll cut it clean like Beirut

Dogs

 

Drinking wine because the lacing is sweet

Setting up shop in your basement and getting on going on

Mine’s a chipmunk, what’s yours

Sixty dollars

 

Sunrise upon these glorious isles forget Vegas

Kicking the feet up on heavenly bliss track lines and farts

Snooze AM is perfect for actual centipedes but never so called doggies

A woman is simple just because

 

A wasted abyss speaks to people of every single creed

Even the little ones

Could pikachu jump the rope or masonary include simple tunes

Never forget simple tunes

 

Little Brother

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Trust, caring and service the guidelines to new creation

I can see bees and birds coming together like a hive mind

I’m sorry and more sorry for crossing those lines

Most of all I wish upon a star for the greatest and best for all involved

 

I’d make shovelling the dirt so much easier if I could

A chrysalis is like metamorphosis on a grand scale

Learning can be seen through the eyes of the many

As time ticks around saving grace is coming

 

An honest achievement and you couldn’t ask for more

Legless around noon would level the score

Surprised not really I bit my tongue

For when it’s all said and done

 

Practice makes perfect so I’m practicing perfection

Sitting in traffic making sense making ground

I’d give it more to see it golden and bronze

I could know anything and it’s just around the corner

 

Sombre patterns like psychedelic kaleidoscopes instigating sound

Pick up sticks and make it in the nature

Over and out sound off my friends

Cya later

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I remember peace as every part of who I am

I find memories over by the wayside computer

There’s nothing better than expression of perfection

I pray it never leave my heart

 

My twisted tongue sounding out Peruvian’s word

Parables of wasted abyss and devotions to coffee

Laughter so familiar these moreish tones

Could lore find shelter in a makeshift accord 

 

Truth, beauty, love and joy calling from afar

Origination that lies across oceans within hidden dreams

Coalesce upon the lost and found in greater vibrations

Wisdom all but lost in this spiritual suffocation

 

Freewill departed long ago remaining only limitation

Healing is forgiveness to inherent defiance of the infinite

Authority through absolution is the way forward

First is foremost in the original blueprint of mankind

 

I support transitions of spiritual requirements that are unfolding

Exactly when couldn’t see any further but central navigations keep working 

Hovering over me I find consequence and betrothed all together like fiscal truths

Sideways glance to look upon a treasure trove and celebrate the end of all things

 

Closing in like clockwork the natural state of a company marching forward

Nobody knows like a nobody fitting into his own shoes to see things forward

The supra mental foresee a change in the state of consecrated minds and gestures

Take a leaf from the old book and see a contribution take shape and form

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So many creative people here! I've hit a bit of a rough patch and find that writing is very therapeutic. Pretty basic compared to all y'alls but here's something from me. 

 

  Why don't you like me
cried the sorrowful moon
  are the songs that I sing
a little dull and out of tune

 

  Is my light a little bright
my face a little cracked
  do you not like the way
that when I'm gone
    I come back

 

  Is it my eyes or my nose  

the way that I frown
  my manner of speaking

that is letting me down

 

  I don't often get visitors 
up here in the sky
 well at least I have eternity

to ask myself why

 

thanks for reading. 

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A single mother and her love for her only son is as holy as this night's gunna get!

Cocooned together they sleep.  

Next door i weep, years worth of sadness.

Heavy for all that is lost. 

I pray when they wake that they do not want for more.

 

 

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They call me crazy, this psych ward doesnt even believe in the multiverse.. coming from another, am i blessed, a blessing, or a cursed curse.. i know the game, a shattered man is tame, but only a shattered man can be rebuilt.. the wizards all understand guilt.. and how its built to be redeemed to the gold… common gold isnt true Gold.. thats another mystery. 
 

or am I truely insane? Im certainly narcissistic, paranoid at times. But everyone knows time is bullshit. The bullseye is always hit when yang enters the room. Or am i just getting your hopes up?

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Tied away like hemlocks on boulevard street

EZ rocking chair to the swing

Bed times and nana naps are all I’m about

Surprise I guess the jury is out!

 

Wanna be poser looking for a film

Topsy turvy like gin on a western end

I dunno but I like the sound

Keeping things checked up on never end

 

Do ya or do you do for two?

Manu back up ended from the slow

I like the particles of dust that emanate from the all

Just gentle beings who like making dust

 

Lol I just made it over

Tying shoes like a dog rolled over

Semi trailer packin a load

Frog toad venom words from the abode

 

Sifting for gold was never easier

Did you hear about the Wall Street bender on a fifth

I love a good movie

But ya’ll drinking piss, yeah

 

Chimney racket from the dark path, one more time

Hollering back like an empty shot gun round

Like it or leave it the words hack your soul

Mean or green, which is it, or your pay roll

 

Peruvian spirits wandering the abyss

Winning or losing

Checkered sweat has always left a mark but

I’m running on empty

 

Lilith’s son

Easier than a cakewalk

These are sacred things

Keep yapping’

 

Crescent moon and the lines of a sigil

Hiding away like frigid tufts

With a twine

and a back stab maybe

 

Shamanism is way cooler than you

But I like the old jerry can

Burning out funnel webs with my swine

Sliding like everlast and a woot

 

Keep rolling says the haymaker

But ya'll know the pitch

So why waste time

Eat it up dogs

 

Poems for they wayward meme

I'm loving it

Do you care to coalesce

Illuminati scum

 

I'm writing to the global elite

Bow down before your maker

Eat short straws and create and cater

Moving out West once again

 

Shovel to the draw and pack it real large

Who's going to notice two dead and one at large

Coming for you like a man eaten rat

Chow down on your back mother eaten slam

 

Violin choruses for the best dressed supper

Keeping it easy with something in the way

Keep it legless or move it tight, I don't mind

But the werewolves are here

 

One more time

Gotta go gotta go

I love a good chorus line

One last one for ya

Chow

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How does my shining show up if I can't breathe air

 

Which tendency is making the limelight careen further away

 

Motions don't simply explain my passing

 

I'm truly a centre for this movement and I care not

 

 

 

Holding my school of thought it has a way of being shown out

 

Musicals would steal from my train of thought and I know it is there

 

When does the simplicity exit out of my life and meet the maker

 

Colours don't shine so worthwhile unless I tear up

 

 

 

Roller coaster rides are made of joy which is why I send hope

 

Imaginary friends aren't so timely without my fear at rest

 

Wouldn't I be true if I sat down once in a while

 

I'm making this up as I go along

 

 

 

The solace has been comforting but it didn't feel right

 

Whole shapes that bind to the ethnicity that I created

 

Wisdom isn't such a freelance without my keep

 

Why not feel glum if I'm sinking this ship completely

 

 

 

Rising waters are felt and known

 

Imitation has a way of beginning again but I can't feel it here

 

Why am I understated into the abyss that gives back

 

How exciting that I can write words with no meaning

 

 

 

Which earnest has played it's role in something that won't die

 

How cruel is this world when I don't seem to be understanding

 

I'm a wretched insular world that hasn't been told how

 

Crescendo won't you care for me won't you feel my heart

 

 

 

I'm resting here and I need more to see this through

 

My only answers come from a notion that entertains this sentence

 

One more time I call to you if you have a change of gears

 

Remember that we watch and don't give up

 

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How does my shining show up if I can't breathe air

 

Which tendency is making the limelight careen further away

 

Motions don't simply explain my passing

 

I'm truly a centre for this movement and I care not

 

 

 

Holding my school of thought it has a way of being shown out

 

Musicals would steal from my train of thought and I know it is there

 

When does the simplicity exit out of my life and meet the maker

 

Colours don't shine so worthwhile unless I tear up

 

 

 

Rollercoaster rides are made of joy which is why I send hope

 

Imaginary friends aren't so timely without my fear at rest

 

Wouldn't I be true if I sat down once in a while

 

I'm making this up as I go along

 

 

 

The solace has been comforting but it didn't feel right

 

Whole shapes that bind to the ethnicity that I created

 

Wisdom isn't such a freelance without my keep

 

Why not feel glum if I'm sinking this ship completely

 

 

 

Rising waters are felt and known

 

Imitation has a way of beginning again but I can't feel it here

 

Why am I understated into the abyss that gives back

 

How exciting that I can write words with no meaning

 

 

 

Which earnest has played it's role in something that won't die

 

How cruel is this world when I don't seem to be understanding

 

I'm a wretched insuler world that hasn't been told how

 

Crescendo won't you care for me won't you feel my heart

 

 

 

I'm resting here and I need more to see this through

 

My only answers come from a notion that entertains this sentence

 

One more time I call to you if you have a change of gears

 

Remember that we watch and don't give up

 

 

 

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I recall a lonely man who didn't understand his meaning

 

His schizophrenic state isn't at all noteworthy

 

He runs on empty fumes and has tied a knot

 

Now can we keep moving

 

 

 

How does life begin?

 

Where does it end?

 

If the crease has a bow tie wouldn't it be so furious towards grace

 

I'm easily amused but I don't want to lie down anymore

 

 

 

Holy will please carry me further

 

Holy hell wouldn't you create justice

 

Insider knowledge is being crept up upon and I feel it here

 

Worrying though

 

 

 

Caught a glance and maybe it was true

 

If there's a wrench I would need

 

Sydney now has a flag

 

Which bite mark is looking back at me now

 

 

 

I have ears to hear and I write truth

 

My constant entirety is reaching out to you

 

Why is my heart so glum

 

I'm a rain maker but I can't sit down

 

 

 

Exacerbation knows no name

 

I'm rotten to this stench and I know why

 

Exactly what I thought may occur

 

Run faster now

 

 

 

We share certain patterns that align with a start

 

I'm incerenating a massive curvature as we speak

 

Loneliness is quite bleak at times

 

But I care

 

 

 

How could a simple letter become fraught

 

How is my lettering going to become

 

These ideas are simply that

 

Now I'm going to scream

 

 

 

Hacker are you listening

 

I'm writing down your name

 

It says you are going places

 

And I know you fear me

 

 

 

When did I remember your guilt

 

When do I exit your stage

 

Move over before I rage

 

It's a competition I am fighting for

 

 

 

While I'm at it

 

Why not call upon the flaw

 

It says you hear me

 

I say movements will placate

 

 

 

Here's a journey you can begin on

 

Where is my hearth

 

I'm lonely too

 

Please

 

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Greater Beyond
I have been sowing seeds for some time
I don't actually expect a message to resound here
But I will equate an exacerbated notion towards you
Why have I not been seen clearly yet
Which undertaking needs addressing
I colour the lines in with a constant knowing and yet
You feel justified to regret truths that show up
 
Creator of All
Yes I do understand that you feel a song line brewing underneath you
I carry a cross that doesn't fit inside the log jam that approaches you
When does the timeless void ever rest
I send you a not that burns into excessive damages done by your krink
Which honesty would see you turn away
How shapeless I find myself to be
Many people across this country feel otherwise but you have an ear to lend me
Cuss this out like a poster child rowing upstream
 
True Higher Oneness
It's a cold frontier to consider that the other side is entrenching here
I know this is hard but you need to think about things clearly
When does my oldest ageless timelessness ever bequest
It's sinister to chuckle over my oath
How long must these things take to clear out if you need a trophy to garnish my heart
 
Greater Councils
It's a likeness I care to express greatly and always
My own heart is sitting upon an emptiness and it burns me on the inside
You think that lightly you can escape with an ease that hasn't born fruit
Why am I reaching out to simply be caught out with an eavesdropper
I want to know you in my Only Truth and it says so on my watch
You can't be so sun tanned if you're outing the wayward patches at hand
Wisdom can be something you move out for and it wouldn't hurt to speak louder
 
TPTB
We sear upon a glorious note and it won't be changing anytime
Hearing you ponder this is likened to a goaley who hasn't been stretched out
Consider my words if you need to, we'll be watching
It's really an easier option to bring fruition to the grape vine
How soon will the truth be shown into the shadows
It's a bargaining chip that can't be strewn over anymore
Wait patiently for our next move
Anything could happen right now and we share a blissful tune outwardly
Please continue to shape up and move faster
This is a direct notion from me to you
 
Monads
We're considering going towards a truce here and your a matter I care to address
Which onion browser has a stench to high hell
I kid you not I see it brewing a lightning strike
Sell outs don't stand for truth anymore but we sit here with a kindness
Far out it's a cold night to endure but either way this will be stronger
Movies don't tell tales when it's rocking a fifth so have a link into this
I can feel pondering taking place that no one wants to share with me
Why am I thinking that I need to race the heartbeat
Told off for being kind once again I think it's about time you stood
Wednesday is another placating fear and I'm seriously motioning to this
When will the shapes form a faceless desire in your strong hold
Beneath the sun I see a snake
Pull apart everything just to freak out on the skins that don't
We can share this with your heart, please listen now
 
 

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Is it so simple to explain how these winds blow? I can’t help but send myself a letter. The wisdom can’t always speak towards such a lasting endeavour but it does explain why I’m here. Present notions flee like the tides. I can remember setting this up to allow for my knowing. Please don’t tell me this withering away is a drawn sword. I have to be careful. Can’t justice prevail? Hollow emptiness can you hear my sail? Is it written that I will escape you? Those tombs sit upon a restless void and I steal this with a notation. Breaking apart at light speed velocity, I can hear myself think. How understated is my suchness that it would hear my tears? Rowing upstream like a featherweight.

 

 

 

 

 

How does a spark take flight? Which way is it going? This remembrance I steer well. My music has to bear witness and the compass stretches into infinite. My happiness won’t bind to a fruit tree. Easily watching myself turn away? I’m writing to this now. Pity can become. Drift like an exit plan. Toll would you escape me? Winding blizzards don’t have the exact formulas I’m in need of. Trace the ending to a start. Heavy song notes writhing within a cross. Renewed vigour would itself keep away. Maybe I’ve seen the truth bear shape before. Perhaps I can’t explain. I know others feel this way too. Pounding on the shore I see the ocean dragging currents. Where is something I cared for now? Timing hear this. Beckon to me. 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence I know your name. Can you steal my heart? I suffer from a constant theme. Would it bend? Here’s the knowing I figure. Empty handshake are you so low. My Heart feels like it’s watching on. I’m not so blind. Tomorrow would only be seen like I do now. Waking up to a dawn but I don’t know your name. Why are those movements happening now? It’s easy to rewrite words but I don’t feel threatened enough to say so. Inkling inside of my watch. Never mind the strength I gather. Telling tales have a cold water and it seeps in. Baseline empathy. Which counter strike? Everything breathe me in. It’s touching to consider why I speak louder. Know the echoes have a Maker. Tone deaf on every word. Must this ending be an upheaval? Withering away like a smile that’s already passed. Trains run away from me and I can’t expel this anymore. This syncopation is running further away. Needlessness worry less. 

 

 

 

 

 

Until this honour reaches inside I will be something that won’t beckon. Fear isn’t just a callous entity. Partaking I see myself grow outwardly. Much constancy rules over all. Buying the drains that wash away all things? Maturity is so fleeting. Jump ship. Wasteland you’re sending me a message. Join My Heart with the knowing tides. Happenstance wouldn’t you keel now? 

 

 

 

 

 

Sign language happens to be something I know of. It has a certain shape that doesn't seem to go away. When the symphony has been played, I overheard a simplicity. It's now unknown to turn this into a constant. I reel in the lackless and it sears upon this. How is the continuous playing of these harmonics not even thought of like I know of. It doesn't add up, to see a freedom pass upon nothingness. While this honesty I care for has a colour that bleeds through the lifeless, I set the table with a placemat. No one has ever gone so far as to say I'm writhing here. Nothing has ever gone away to steal the furtherance? I can't explain why I'm feeling this way. It's not justice. 

 

 

 

Tens of thousands write towards the unjust. Seemingly like ignorance does. Whenever this recording makes the daybreak, I'll simmer on low lying fevers. Doesn't feel like I'm so callous, but I steer unto a dawn. I can't seem to rewind my accompaniment so I crawl back into my hole. Why is something so grandiose when it doesn't prosper? I'm waiting for another tear to form so I can rest. Nuances can blame themselves and I'll spend it knowing. Yes, I see a fitness that has been placed over the hearth. I understand no one else hears this while it's going towards another placement. Careful minded matters are unseen within My Heart. 

 

 

 

Is this something I can spend my time on? Should I be looking through the hourglass? I don't expect my saying so would imply a necessity. I feel like the truth is certain within a scope that binds.Wherever this may go towards, I need to spell myself out. Wouldn't it be simple to see a trial go away? Finding the cost isn't always so grey. My meeting has a known partaking that only the winter would understand. It's keeping the honesty onwards that I care for. The noose that has a combination isn't so sorry to see me. If the coldness of this tune would only send itself now. Why does everything ingrain where nothing can breathe? Song notes that have a caressing example to prove to themselves. I know it's gone away so I sear the continuous idioms. Yearning doesn't provide answers without seeking into a grip that would steer me. Foraging like the coast line has a breaker passing through it. Solace is your understanding being heard? White labels that are only existing through the olden recourse that succumbs to the truth. How bleak is the future when it seems no one is at home? Grinding gears are moving into a cusp. Freely surrounding itself with nothing bar none.

 

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Could I start with something that won't grow? An insider did speak out and it's now telling why. Have an old age blow like a heavy gale and I still feel that you're breaking my back. These matters don't sit well where I see grace. My feelings can see the honour going backwards again. Infinite understandings have shown up to an ensemble of a wretched gallop. Most people think through why they haven't been spending away. Others ask how. But inward on the inside there's a lost cause and I'm going to stretch it with an ocular lens. Beneath the system there's no hedge. Bowing to the ancient goat wouldn't strive further away. Does it still fear why? In going forward I ask where the sentence has driven in a post. Knock asunder with a flying rope and still it burns. Incapacitation, would you feel that there's a notion to tell for? Winding down the road I seek nothing else. Be thunder and be rain but don't tell a tall tale. Make do with a bucket that won't fill. Overt like another been there and done that. Set up a flask to watch it come apart and become something that hasn't shifted out. Steal from the fires and expect that it goes into an open drawer. Muster up a small weasel which has the shape of a pitch fork.

 

Entirely such a wasted fuse that hasn't escaped itself. Exactly the trust that I have shown time and again. Measles wouldn't accept my untold nature and it went into a shadowy figure. When this happened I spoke about how I should be. Those writhing waters haven't even seen upwards and it's no jest to say it fits well. The bank stands up when it needs to sit down and while others leer like nothing fits into the escapism I know of. Brought my tithe and it went downhill. Sold the way and it fit into a dreary window pane. How is this not spoken of? Wouldn't a disaster throw stones toward a callousness that barks and jumps? Easy evening you don't think this through. There's a coldness and it has a meter? Consider how all things don't just blow with the wind so the feelings can start to change. Bereavement is like a well and it adjusts itself. Tone deaf nature has a shipping container which won't spell out how I'm thinking. A beast won't go reaching for petrol fumes without sinking into quicksand first. Decency is a matter I care for. 

 

Make way I have a wound. The pests like to share it around. One day I will fly. Heaving up a knot like it's a deathless underground. Bowling lane would you move out? Leave me like a dead insect bite. Push further and I'll begin. Break into my onion, I'll send it out. Touching that no one heard where I'm running to. Maybe the wallowing interior would make a song entrench on this one? If the cliff face isn't so timely. Remembering why I made this tune. Echoes have a crazy way of moving the tide.

 

Benchmark would only whisper into my ears and I would expect nothing else. Porous marker is looting and it's not the best. Inwards jest is noted. Wondering about these tempers that have sworn at this extenuation. There's hope but it lies in a withering bloom. Join into a weak stance? Move like I'm growing older. Watch carefully and wait. Binding cross will be making ground. Slumber can be told. I wrote on something that doesn't feel the sunglass hour. I make this move and it still hasn't accepted the truth. World you steer me like a burrow and I can't explain. Drunken statements. Befriend this and it will mean something but no one seems to care. Told mullein you'll not be this now. It's maturity is breathing down my neck. Beckoning would you feel free. There's a poster where I live which has been spoken for. Nowadays the bolstered wrench moves upon itself. Wherever things may lie we're understated here. North there's a wayward simmer and it drowns out the cost. Hopefully I'll see the watch tower. Winking like I can't try harder to. 

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Timeless woes. Do not placate me. Women. Do not insist. I speak of you now, you have no power. I'm not a farce. You are. I will not move. You will speak of this with blame. I will not. Exact. I suppose. Would you speak of me now? I have nothing to offer you. I can insist. You have woes, I have this farce. How are you intending? I am looking for an answer. Please do not insist, move away. I will exist without blame. You must. Why am I so forlorn? You will listen to me, I have a way. You will speak of this. I must. Now listen, am I such an etiquette? Do I have this ocean upon me? Indeed. Will I speak this to you now? You will.

 

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Simple attitude. No blame. You will listen to me now. I have a crux. It does not bear. You have an insistent meaning upon us. I will speak this to you. Move away. Do not hesitate. It's ok. You are alright. I will listen. No torch, no blame. You have not seen me without an escape route. How else would I listen. I know this now. Please rely upon me. No trust, no hope, you will bow. I will. It's not ok to pretend. I've not spoken in some time. I will specialise. Ok. Now listen, have you seen me move without a cause? Have I not spoken. Have you insisted? I speak without a crux, I hear it sway. You are a liar. Pretend I'm not here. Ok. I have no solemn vow. I have not method. I do not pay. I sick upon Greatness. You perform. No I do not. You listen here, I'm a man, not a crux. I sweeten my tooth. You will not exact. You will accept my heart. I have nothing to offer you. Now move. Please, I pretend like this is not happening. Hear my woe.

 

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We speak to you now. We see a reason. It will be listened for. No one speaks without my name. No one hears this without a cost. Listen, I will not ask again. If nothing has changed, should it be written. There's no hope, it will not prosper. We have asked you before. We will not be asking again. We should hope not. If you can insist, should you move away. No one hears me now, I have not spoken. You will listen to me insist upon you. No hope, no blame. We hear you now. No silence. It's not ok. We know this, you will insist upon me now. I will. Speak your words. I have none. Nothing is changing. You will exact. 

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I will speak of this now. There is not another example of how I can. I must insist. You play my flute? Hear it now. I will speak of this. Nothing has changed. No man will separate my heart. No cold chisel will happen here. You will sway. Now leave. I speak again, nothing has changed and no man is going to rewrite these pages. You feel obliged? Allow me. I speak of justice. I speak of it true. This is no harpsichord, this is my heart. Resist me. I will enact another stage event. Entitle me, I will speak of nothing else.

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I speak again. This is not a farce. I have nothing to offer you. I move quickly and I will enact. Press my buttons. I will speak of them without you. Play this chord? It has no name. I speak again. Do not insist. Do not placate. Arrive with your hearts torn. Mark this now.

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We speak this to you now. Move away. Do not insist. This is not a game. It's a necessity. You see me with a crux? You hear me now. I have moved on. I'm not here. I've disappeared and I will continue to do so. Have I not spoken? Play this game? It will enact another world wide apocalypse. Move my checkers? I will spat. You seek to blame. You seek one another but I will ask you to keel. Have I not before? You listen to yourselves now, nothing has changed. You speak of woes, I have the same. You feel obliged and my train of thought is loosening now. Nothing will rewrite these pages as much as I and I will see them boast of my worth. Syncopate with another drama and move on.

 

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We will speak to you. If not, to ask. If not, to reel in another catch. It's not as important as a lateline channel. It's not as important as our starting line. It's nothing that will ever change. You will speak bluntly. Pass. No catch. No wheels. This is not going to be assured. It's not a truth. It's my heart. Have I not insisted upon you now? We will speak again, we are feeling that nothing will change. We must enact. How easily can you assist me. With the plentiful. Now move away and change your tune. We will.

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Describe my attire. Eat it with a worm. In still my worry. Spend it well. I've not spoken of why others will hear this without an excellent source of reputation. I've not spoken how it should fit within a Cross. I will speak of why I'm going to listen. No one hears me now, play my flute. No one sears upon this, move away. It will be something you regret. I will be something you have no time for. This is my resound. I do not speak of woes. I will not. I do not speak of this disdain. I will not partake. I move this towards you now. Nothing changes. I move again. I hear a cry. I will move once more, no time. I speak with justice. No hearings to be assured of? Then leave them alone. No simple minded answers? Please phone home. I have not insisted enough yet. I will continue. There's no stance without a reasoning upon it. No trust without a necessity. It will bring you up and pull you down but this is important. It's a realised state of the way. It has a shape no man will take away. It will seethe until it's last breath. Do not impose upon my heart. I write this so. Do not take from the grail. I will write this once more. Do not insist. Place your hands upon the stone and move away.
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