The stream (all workshops)
Torch..
Mantle sealed is tiger stamps.
All infringe are tyrants tanks.
Full in blasts are tyrants’ forces.
China tyrant fires as torch.
Torch is bad and torch is mad.
Baths and combs are monkey heads.
Laagers tents are fail but safe.
Empty talks with sins are faith.
Faithless royal P.L.A. come.
Funny farms have funny counts.
Waves aside are china faith.
Baffle gaps are china says.
collide my accelerator
and activate me
Flash me
this fuller respite
torn from the grasp
the jagged fingers of joy
Phoenix style
from the ashes
rising
Love fused
silica paragraphs
fall black chapters
hapless release
in slipstream
torment
( fuselage nose art...."Celestial Mermaid" )
He crept up on me
slowly
played my strings
tenderly
lowered walls
gingerly
built trust
persistently
teased me
constantly
praised me
loudly
I love him
unconditionally
I watch as twilight
creeps over the Brothers,
stars re-birth
beckoning over
mountains
a shimmering black mantel
conceals Azimuth,
her seductive ebony lips
slide,
over the lamp
A visage of ivory
looks upon earth, drifting
shadow to shadow
passing as a will-o-wisp
of ebony vistas,
always out of reach
still,
the Horizon
mesmerizes me,
ebony lips and a mantel
of seduction,
rolls with reverence effaced,
Azimuth’s arms await,
Cure for china tyrants like WUJANTO..
ACKADAY CHINA! NO FREEDOM AGAIN NO RIGHTS!.
Powers fetishism bosses are over lords.’
All people fetishism worship evil ways as acts or gestures from china tyrants.
Wiling victims eat their plums. Placeman places may be upper classes.
Varying degrees of forces for torments and squeezes may come up.
Laws enforcements all deterrence all is total.
Congresses members most are mandated.
Mandatory self is purest commies.
Change and lack for doing rights are china tyrants. LACKADAY all is china.
hazel perillo's
climb into the shade of Mercurys gate
the vines are weeping winds
the salt kiss betroth sweet muses ache
A Joy
The Great Bear lifted his head,
Even the stars realised
That in the heavens life was good
The stars reminded him of past days,
but the pattern in his mind’s eye,
was so different to those he was use to.
He saw the Seven Sisters so close,
that he reached out to touch them,
then realized where he was.
Life, good enough to bring him here,
the Spirit called he had answered,
with all the love and light in his heart.
To all fellows he gave perfect love.
I write tonight
With tears on my face
For I'm alone again
Unwanted in this place
Plenty of faces to see
But none that looks back
My hearts red color
Is now fading to black
Wrinkling seas of thought
Flowing down to my lips
Like rivers banks
Holding oceans hips
Have shown my last moon
For when I awake
The sun shining bright
Will seem so fake
I have no fuel for my fire
My life has lost it's spark
Numbed feelings and a shaded soul
Left me laying in the dark
Hearing my life as I listen to music
Life is music cause someone still breathing produces
It seems useless trying to hide my emotion
Something within me refuses to remain a hermit
Confusion is conducive Damn my style is a nuisance
Seems like my rhytmn abuses rhyme on purpose
Abusive what do to the instrumental
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