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forgive me
but what is your name
is she the desire of are last companionship
is she revield in the dark
where mozes drenched it's wine
like a deaf punk sorrow
i wasted the night so sorryfull named
my hands are craving
my mind is blessed
with virtious spaces climbing at the roges
twisted , stranded , fight no longer my name
as it ascends into a stream of oblivion
why call your name as my riddles
i'm a feast
i'm a beast
six feet under
the novel i've written
in a hallow's glass of wine
justified your reasen
spaces drift along
you are nothing more then yourself
as a blanket of rocks
my moon searches you dazzling lights
your eyes tell me the darkness that woo's
on a brave deprived change of randsom thoughts
you are my own
and i don't know your skills
of magic lifting up the space
in the sound of words
appealed in the dark

the granules of the barrels,
never amputate the phoebes, of the castellated sky's ,
as towers of sand ,fade on the ocean
while made with baby hands and
birds hover over creation as
waves befoul there holy day' art ,
but you can go fishing , where colourful rain has felt
the tapping of the fish it's tail , there in the ocean deep , questioning you
while they are in doubt for you , where will we go if bottommost is spring
salt in your eye's , the sting of believe, while floating on the wings of the sea
you are rested like summer in lovers eye's
where disciplined acts , like the clouds eat yesterday host from the tide
of the past , the towers of sand remembered in around the sphere
of a child's memory , spoken it's waves of invulnerability, a previous storm lingers
where rain has marry thought
of that day ,a shandy heart had glanced in an unravelled sunlight
so they say ,a beach is like a home of memory's
like you remembered a friend
when he embraced you
as a piece of his heart

A hawkdove is my pencil
As i like to shant ideas of softness
Hidden in th frase
Of jentle calmness
My name is but a retreat from novelty's wish
That they wisper through meadow nakesy
A fence of dreaming
A poem is like a sound of a dream
That you can recall like a bed of tiger lillies
Stepdanced poisened laughter
Drifted apart on its ceiling
Where waves of words swallow a misty price
Calculated in the sun

The tears of a willow Where my name 's luck became a grave like a hat
My beleeve is bitter
Like a mellon pillow
I had daylight like a fishermans stroke
But a poem can make last years summer twinkle
Like a pond of secret image

I like the glimmer in the sound

the rain from blue book
hackles the grayest storm
but
instinct flames
into a forgotten lodge to complain

eclectics eternal triangle
feeds the lukewarmness
of a vacation's of spaces between lines of expectations
as words visited the wolf down
agony

fishing for a star
when badness becomes

calmness is like a dove drinking from the pond
but my heart is plumbed
by the carpe diem
of viscously blade from the sunken moon

lilted up in my hand
the counters of my believe

he used to know them
like a church in the midts of nowhere
the flowers blossemed
crowded every oppinion

sacrefied like a new spelling
there's no realety
smittens of earth raveled
the intoxication
of a futured spring

i blessed the body's
like persones in the mist
only they where trees
laughing with my sins

who where just bookmarks
on a travellers jacket

so redish the clowns fishing
nights
fight the laugh
from a downpoor crime

i'm here to difine
the art of knowing
the way's that we missed
and can not grab
with that only touch
of glorified imagenation

we never talk about it
about the wishes we immigrate ,the song is
the silence avoided the night become a brickstone
"fired by the hillocks of dreamy ,goodbey's "
and
in the summers bridges
slightly exposed by ablided folklorn touch
with the grip from a
image at sea
sun shining on those last few lines
that how i reach for the cracks of whispers
this song
leads through the brakes of phantomlike insitance
will the future be an oceane
of the same love that i beared to become one
as i might sing the song
as i saw dreams in a gate way
to follow
as the airports of vunrabilety
shrined the faces of carbon
naturalety

a curve startled
into a sickened nerve
the benches as
garlic

the fileted stake out
the bride Locke's up the redoubt
of not knowing how
why words fish for amnesty

from a limping doorway
the lingering of the darkened plow
i kiss an tell with honesty
curved listening
woebegone of drifters
wrongness
of wine drenched
whispers

the queen of my absolved swarthiness
sharp of moon lotted bliss
the clock of recentness
is easy as i rest my case
on fired mess


i sing a song in my heart
the tires
as shrieks
of blue
sun bird
calling

At the end from the bottom of the story . to rebuild the theme in your own town ...driving trough your memory of a mind of thoughts like loaded clouds ....like the power floated on a ledge of fire ....i sounded like a hawk on a caterpilllers from crators ....who wished like sunlight
inflickted rains.....dissounded it might seem ....but the words are cold like lillies in the meadow ....screaks like wolverine testament that dives on heaven ....
....scent...there i was the vieuw to unwrapped desteny...a vision that clouded my day as a historic refugee
whistling the moans ...like keepsakes of trick or treats..they conquered .......the rainbow of the beats...like a river she sounded brazen brave....the ticket sugered plastic darkness.....irresisteble the convermation dreams hesitAte but we are seduced to think like poured down flowers at the edge of knowing

Shorelines of temtations
Questioned remains
the leaves of the dove leaving
the love on an act
they say she was freezing
inside a muddle
of eyelashes of snow
silver my pensil

Frozen pinked on the earth
folded on words who bleed on molesses
the luggage of a detained enemy
siging the story refined

The drifter lost her solitude remembrance
like a lie from a breaktrough
whistling
dancing
at the old darkness traveling east

Dilivered by a note on fire
he returned to me like godless sun
reminded by broken desire
before the homeless reazen had run
the glaze of the river blinked
into my maze i had the possebilety
to shrinked as whistler's sea

My retirement of quite wrist
Silver dream was missing a mind

My seroundings suddinly sounds
as a kissed additude
bound to feast as rainbow calling

what if i watched the colors , green blue and ivory blossems of locked up heart
i promise i would fist your thoughts , like a dream in oblivion tenderness , affirmations in black ,running like a dream acrossed the shore, i told you what fainted heart would tell , like heavy storms chuckled into the past , my favored chemestry , is telling that you don't belong to me , to know the sudden herasment , i know now what i whanted to say , i higher then the ceiling , the night curses in tresses with stars fighting in to hope , how dit i long to the longing you breath , the captive captain rises the hood , awake like silence , in a hous of dribbled magic , your heartbeat is like a miracle that froze , fools dark and dreamy , my tested mind grieved for your willow struck , going to the place where we never been, tolerate the madness darkness it's truth , on the road we drag back are pockets , benovolance started to run , giving up the truth for lonyness , a star i've kissed in my room , renegates double , turning the silence around , black yard blistering ,waisted by the edges of fire , keep on running no mans girl , let the passion twist in the hallow rains , on paper we forgot are name , powerfull path you signed my thoughts

patient in promise
hospitool no answer
let me colour you on woods
a forest of temptationing
holy in her dayetee revengeness
and remorse code
signals hi red dempshun
like a suction engine

TOOT TOOT

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