Somewhere else you have been trying numbers from one place designed to allow sense that mostly by their children were not going anywhere near to earth.
Exhale since then has not come back into town forever alone in your street with cheese cake emblems adding to scream just like seasons in my head.
But if you have been thinking certain poetry in moonlit measure flowing into my language case with herbs from German highs can’t make sure that we are.
Precision framed under different ways respect tangible echoes rub at doorstep in midnight velvet gossips stunt siblings as you want some more money than there was nothing wrong with being frozen.
Forgiven hours in my head blooms out there was something about this morning to discuss on deep heat from your mistakes were destroyed data.
Justice for truth play in which they were going back and forth between numbers.
Contamination of your kind,
Reflected in dull room chapters
Changes every page to comfort
Lust in fine silk sodden
Him as again on wire spoke
Own delusions to sense
And she coiled of nostalgic age
To room owns a play.
Free spirit, given somewhat clumsy
The fall here to decadent smirks
Who drenched in relation long enough
That each word must seduce
And moments stronger made
When nights watched over them
Disturbed sleep, countless others
But all reason to picture
Disassociated the body and self
Forever lost and stand before you
Blue eyes and intelligent highs
From cock to cunt all pleasurable
Another toke in winter haze…
It was real! It was Real!
Out they cry
Imaginations of your void
Dead beyond pretense
Yes! It was real.
All was all the time
If had you once yourself
Seen you prey.
Insurgent this flow together
Among chores in men suppressed
Moving in words often bless
Photographs in memory confess…
Stand before you naked
When I met you
Rising forms to endless hues
A clan among the warriors
This rage shall shake
Dances in every groove
Neck seeded her display
Merchant doubt in convey
To lips mine in a gaze
How much shall it take?
Tea rose on perfect perfume
Nose to her neck inhale
Wine and secrecy of wild
Master one to others seated
Upward upon her thigh
Rowing mystery past prelude
Devouring bodies in time
Circles to spiral a fiery notion
Creation in womb the warrior resumes
Sleeping jinxed to a world heated
Born virgin into the way conclude
Riches and glory always escape
Her arms forever encase
Our children in cosmic dust
Let me see you undress
On blue bird you can flame
This morning cigarette blame
Heart’s safe in primal cage
What truth can be?
Art finds the tribe
And the clan renewed
Proud she stands
Sooth her eyes
To fuming Medusa recall
A bleeding knight of eyes
To head amongst champions
Ingress bound he stood
Cobblestones to galaxy
Of muses certain
This night of knights.
Wrap mine, this filth around you,
Foremost to the absurd apprentice
Dying legions of shiver contention
To certain treacherous intention.
Yes! Yes! Mostly applauded
Your semantics of justice
Refuge those lost in wonder
Beneath your desirous anger
The Christian faith that plagues
I see time and time again
Fits of beat degeneration
From Kabbalah to guttery speech
Feeding anal cavities of perception
This verses that
Cat chases rat
Sure you brag,
Come to me, I’ll set you free
McDonald’s a burger the fee
High quality moral
In oppression of the fittest
If you win, I change the game
Until you lose, I win.
Input, the questions you have
My face to your haze
The Miscreant in glow
Praise the lord!
What is it that you see?
Trust, cage, hope or sex?
Smart! None of the above!
I will swallow you,
Make you out the answer
Puke in morning shower.
A person died at 27.
A bind spot, the dot in galaxy
One hundred and twenty five
Sixty six and seventy nine
Together we make mine
These loops and sacred wine.
Your semantics versus mine blood muses
Gory to the eye, angels fly
Soaked in meaning, thy rectum nooks
Moist explosion, those yellowed boots.
On the way home, streets lined
Where we drive confined
Beyond that a lively niche
Plagued mouth yours, left behind
Brushing my teeth forms a lie.
Tans fixation the wine and a lie
Circles a chain, lest you cry.
Over now beloved faces,
Deeper shades have you undress
Frantic judgment, the night’s call
In pieces of utmost intrigue
Again, love you more!
Parting words to endless skies
In the woods a humble seat,
Where she must speak.
Nine years and counting,
Mist to Prince comforting
The Elder enough to declare
Mouthwatering a held prophecy
Three numbers to part see,
Settled among the world as such
Spades to Grades, all granted
Within but a fire blazes.
Children lost in adult conspiracy
As purple muses dejected confess
Desires to have understood
And reasons to challenge few
After the body animate echoes
Chapters and chapters
Meaning and meanings
Greet Your Highness renewed
A legendary being, never present
In matters of lewd pretension
Having you then a midnight ponder
Where in beds lay confused
Political love and poetry asunder,
Synonymic crap until you brood
And this a page along mine issue…
Sitting by, the evening escapes
Golden fumes over icy tunes
Contextual trees in autumn groom
Synced paces from divine mediation
Hovered forms to spirits collected
Prince until ascends manifested.
“Dark o’ Dark! Curtains Please!
I have you to body’s seek.
What of purpose you speak?
Schemes when eyes always leak.
If it be valid, the master craze
I must the channels praise,
A root of the apt in hunt
Charm the mortal to month…”
Out the channels, blindly escaping
Have legions fresh to holy seek
Royal wounds piercing apart
That couldn’t once start,
A sky so endless in height
Punctured afar of might.
Once a man, twice forming
Chapels and sages to see
Mornings bloom, feeble chant
To holidays in a promising land.
Hours and hours of unheeded stray,
Wild berries to twigs always lay
Whence had the sun enough shaped
Prince and their craze ablaze
Moon a mine, separate perfume
Fruit of reds and seasons groom
To sprits then was a call,
That they had before truth enabled.
“How many men would it take to poet?”
Screeching words forever around
Stars and sunrays, all bothered
For once a man couldn’t believe
That life’s ceaseless poetry
All too certain than night
Of ocean’s depth, words to each
Then a firewood of seventy seas
Burn too bright, some die
Mine sit by for the sake of it.
A conformation disguised in flattery
Green arms of filthy admiration
One to hundredth to thousand,
All but gory as hell,
For others bound in a system chaos
Have pronounced enough
Flash! Flash! Flash!
In divine conspiracy then heavens speak:
Works of art, never strike
Smoke and ice, rich in fumes
Eyes that persistent tune
Rivers to purge
Rains to swell
Life until death
Clocks pilgrimage to dwell
And then you know the song
That had you in melody encased
Dance, the poet in mask a stretch
Soaked in clouds, off clear the edge.
Before another century today fades
Temptations could seek revenge
Blindly demanding, most assessed
Undress figures gentle as such
Easing mothers that caress
The son another home.
Thereupon a muse in calming air
Channeled pieces of fresh despair.
Quite moving the thrust
A reason that must trust
Spirits in miscalculated words
To impressions of brotherly decay.
Renewed in thoughtless smoke
The red escape must together shake
Contemplations in united conspiracy
For bloody pulses nerves age
Each man a war, comforted in self affliction
Towers to a task of heavenly completion.
Nights sleep, hollows confronted
Mine to which an order departed
As such the pillow perfumed
Embraced, and yes dream bedded.
Paradoxically a poet was so named
Luxury to that a namesake
Sloshed forms and yearnings endless
What then must otherwise take?
In words we live,
Of words we die,
Simple fever, the midnight cry
Lone to falter steps encased
Steamy rivers, elusive rains
In this chamber once again.
Then, as you had believed,
From foul pastures of slimy green
Echo wanderers somewhat weary
Muddle and muddle, captivated odyssey
Learnings and championing secrecy
The brighter images of day’s lechery.
But lost are we, forever contemplating
Chasing notions beyond yonder mountains
That speak our tongues to greet afresh.
Mirror every wall, I talk to them
And art the forlorn promise
Has never conspired,
Indignation to hyperventilation
All behind the veil uncertain…