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Stay here for a moment in the essence that you see
and stray that vision henceforth from convictions of what be.
now let that gaze,
the mind and eyes,
become the world you now surmise
and catch your features laden with the motives that embellish this...
...distractions of abstractions
this absurdly toyed with muse
this beset, once able, now not but fabled, sense of what you'd lose.
and ruse, oh the rush
to lead astray and clutch and thrust,
to lust, then trust,
while seething alterations must
unleash, bequeath,
that narrow sense of who'd we'd find
yet time and mind together mend
the sense of death which we depend.

dgqey weryh rfdgh f

Who are you to have ever claimed loved towards me,
someone whom you’ve yet even seen..
but a fool you are, if when passing by, obsess and attest
that for me you would die.

But would you forgive me?
My credulity intact…
If I claim without reason to trail away from deceiving…

Stubbornly amused,
Seemingly lost a friend again,
caught up in the tangents.
so uncouth,
to ennoble ones self through an enmity loaned.
and intoned upon the able fact that without our pact
there would be no tract…
no able pinned feature to allure,
to distract?

How would you abstract in this world,
filled with truth,
‘pon these features we’ve gleamed as it seems to arraign in us
a meaning,  a trust…
Our personal tribunal of mutuality…

distilling dreamy

 i had a dream
were we eating berries, something small.
we were monkey people and i knew that we were some of the first humanoids
 
and
 
the differences in all the other monkey people were stark..
and also there were other animals here and there.
 any ways
 
i was looking at you
and you kinda looked like you, but like base genes in monkey form.
and you were screaming like a monkey,
not over anything,
and then a monkeyish man came and fucked you. and then another.
dont get offended let me finish
i had this insight then that promiscuity, or sluttyness, gave an advantage because
the mate selector was low and it allowed all genes a chance to continue to try them selves out. unsatisfied, or even truly tested, with only one run.
and in the dream i had the thought to kill you all
but that was before the inisght
after i had that thought of violence the insight came...
and then i turned around,
and the dream changed.
now...
the reason i felt the kill
was because i felt threatened
the act of the sexuality was violent,
not like abuse,
but was like rape kind of?
best way i can describe it is rape you learn to to accept...
any ways
the dream impacted me huge
cuz it was vivid.

when the dream changed
i saw you agian
or at least what i associated with you
and it was a mouse
and the insight was further, it was like...
there was this force seeking to outdo the threats of nature
and evolve life
and it made no mistakes..
any ways i felt like the offspring would be a threat to me,
like they were going to become greedy and mindless.
i wanted to protect you before it all started to happen but it did not seem appropriate.

Monkey

gribmar

Fool an i
we lay so incredulously
In a love....
That it seems our sorrows rest in mind
and all is enabled,
now we able,
to weave mesh of this light as we bind...
seemingly caught up in webs of time.

But stood it may
like a shadow
was the thoughts that attest between us..
how uncouth the prattled battle lay,
all it consumes,
as it presumes ,
to arrest and attest for our lives...
keeping us caught up in lies 'till we die.

lay fool an i

lay fool an i
pon the remnants of what was life
don't prevent your sense of reasoning
to evade with an arrogant flight...

For i would tell
You and answer that might dwell...
stay inside and rise a guidance of
your own sense of my lesson.

So stay with them
but still... what do i mean?
not a human form feature called,
but the death that shall embrace our function.

LFSwake up

She holds the hand
of another man
but
not for love....
to instill a course with the wild ones:
form lust, break trust, grow pride...
with the gibing essence.

Clashing forth in the regulation of ones once pinned essence is the wring to gleam.... the money it seems... Then rest assured the laity shall soon become the pawn of wealth!

So keep the fate before your faith and learn that the lies summarized... will soon reveal the disguise. And you are but once able to know without meaning that the love which once did coarse through you is not but the givings of life... and the tender one seeks often lust imbued with aggression. Like the course to live in a relapsed ways, a certainty of the character played.

A common theme of a love once rolling with,
the uncouth dependencies... of... our hearts when they're consecrated.
And the features ride, like embellished pride -that shall dress your retainers... yes: this vague sense of a motive held imparts these incredulous ways.

lurid 2.0

Even the lurid nature of love expressed in a dance with the abstract... a song, a picture, a thread and line that weave a coat, the tooled work of sundered logs formed into an emblem of longing.... In the end one is left tired, unable to be inspired as once was. Yet rest is just around the corner if you are patient, if your meaning is more than to obtain something through a fancy display...

The shifting nature of what inspires might lead one into more of an illusion than if we abandoned the credulous nature of hasty convictions in the abstract. Find the commonality in what evokes thee, and the evocation you shall speak once imbued will show it self to be not but one form but dependent on the essence of what was witnessed, what transpired. There you shall see that an indiviudal will collect a common theme in their expression, and thus we conclude with our own incredulous act that the shifting nature of what inspires is more so the latent nature of our desires to sift and find in what transpires a common theme......

warm up

Like most things, expression cannot flow outside of the bounds which contain it as one emits.

Like the dust, rememberd frail and fragile, the state shall shift and meanings diffuse into each other, creating the conglomerate essence of "is".

Yet let not even that entrap you, for as you speak it is easy to see the relevant issue is hardly what is at hand but rather a motive beyond what you can yet easily express, least you were to not tarry so often in domains that seem unnaturally stressful.

Entrapped then you are in convictions. Each and every able feature loaned inside the affect seeks then to rise the motives riled up... That motive shown clearly through my dismissal of your words and their apparent context. Yet what is left?

What is left.

Time and time again i have been shown that when the barriers break down, no matter the strength or claims of the individual, there is the desire for something of a love. When that love does not exist, when it is not accessed, then one is in a state of semi despair. But worry not, shows, drinks and jolly events are still had in plenty, regardless of the twinge and twitch you feel at night that implicates the underlying essence that laces it self through each expression.

There is no happy ending here, neither a scorn in the assumed pessimism some might find... Rather, there is only the beat and note, the heart and breath, the form and flow of life still coursing through you, able to discern, able to learn.... Ready willing and able to commit to the fables.

For i then

For i then spy --
a sense of reason --
that evokes one's lie.---
Enabled by escape
it weaves a pattern...
...of abstractions  ....
into dreams that you shall now lace....

But as iv'e seen
you leave the motives riled up
up up...
gleamed inside of quotas
that enable
satisfaction
you establish an implicit scene.

and still i know
that the reason
is life to flow....
Upon the emnity is hidden facts
that the pressure is often .......................................
>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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coal and affect

And lay pon my essence for we are but once to catch this....
and in that light we shall find not a form to hold....
but all it will then drift and be forlorn..

Escaped yes, forgotten too the laden course of affect..
and still my heart beats in part simply too...
remind my mind as the essence goes...

So what was a chance to hold that feature and enable...
the even flow that must be known for us to go....

to go and never miss our soul...