Movement is life’s natural state therefore stagnation is its end this known played out continually throughout the illusion of all tim… to refuse this fact is not unlike
It was me and every motion is my soul’s perfection is as always that beauty accordingly, I quarrel
Explosive this separation, life’s bloods from life’s souls; one’s minds sneering thoughts, offering beating hearts death’s sh… gnashing grinds implying signs,
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,
“the body of solid blue, My Prayer; that I, might clean away the rust, in the crevasses, in the hinges, o… Come, with God and Gold and Pear…
Today’s reflection in yesterday’s dimming vista’ pine… an m&m in paired duo’ arms, that candy to our hearts, minds, and ey… towards youth a time is given, and
who that one wits’ curl fun way truth.. tet, sure was proof soft in the hooves
Awakened to new rising dawn one spirit seeks that song confusions clear of mourning’s tea… life kiss an echoing moan holding morns breaking light
Zaccur bred of Reuben’s bed; gave… Sham-mua; ever wonder what being n… either best, or whist; but truly a… Nori never worried about his equip… Simeon; for he unloaded his first…
Globalization, to gobble this nati… amidst the future generations lost… equals, no more humane presence, this mass, the all of US out sour… society’s scourge, the profiteers…
In a lifetime of thoughts now lost and on that day where the sands of your time cease to trickle down
A question begs; as do we all, of… mull the quack, and deplume any bi… soon will clear your thoughts to v… more closely into your personal vo… a peeping peer into your inner fea…
Unearthly bright… as humans we can… this bright emitting its light thr… that the body human truly is… for beneath Bethlehem like everywh… is the ground, stupid!
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…
Silence, shears these flushed and… where life’s divide descends, thro… voiced concerns, hold no mere mort… words hang below, the gasp from mi… often, one’s jest reverts to hatre…