All the world’s words, fool’s gold, or most quested wealt… quagmire for humans, and precursor, to poor mental heal… cunningly used against foe,

Time’s mysteries await no one’s expectations, and or life; Moments left... in what once was paradise

me IAM today I arise to this new mind

Like pulling teeth, with a string… tied to the foyer door; chocolates melt quicker… in an ove… hands or arms, silent alarms, ears… dressed as that sweats stag, lacki…

If defined as finished, or an ending to one’s episode’ ode to ends or green’ to spinach yours is no worse than that of a Spaniard’ trip to [Mexico]

Stress and tensions, filling each soul’s downward slide… caution shaken, meanness fueling mindsets churned; subconscious,

Supposition magnifies what proposition probes imaginations clarify what consternations close repudiation separates

Some petty people wear masks of beautiful skin then, the truth reveals

The waning world yet slowly turns, around it’s blazing sun it sorely… nation’s whim, turned alee again, weakness trends, as wonting strife… moment tossed in each mind’s torme…

lust, an elusive find, often not of heart, but mind; upon sweets touched, soft moist lips kiss yearned; that thought to take first,

I admit… the confinement of my soul, trapped within this nuclear winter… inside, it is vacuum bitter cold, outside, well it is out;

calculating natural rights, guardi… against degeneracy, experiencing the best forms entrusted in time now so perverted, into tyranny most effectually so preventing

One’s conscious, proves unconsciou… therefore, its rest is sleep beyon… days past, soothes time’s exhausti… before the wind’s churn, stiffens… numbered, noted, nothing’s odd nau…