Dear spoken. Lets us lay to waste overgrown bleached humans in haste, that grieve over the numerical lines, quality images and theories, memorization is a primal art , mastered by any coherent primates. AND ARE COLLAPSED INTERVENTIONS NOT A MATTER OF OPINION or just pompous treatment for magical intellectuals ?! a great number of lines gushing overripe jargon, wordy speech is always welcomed ,by squares with minuscule members. Golden steps are imagined, and your sword is in truth as small and as dull as your sheathe, Immortality is NOT based off contoured imagination, real beauty is in the eye of the beholder and perhaps the impractical but is never terminal as true beauty endures para siempre. You listen but hear no notes, while the audience is dancing in two molecules of rhythmic hydrogen and soulful oxygen, phonies are simply opinionated, The making of song is present and potent enough for your fickle ear, Its chorus for the .Fish grapnel plantation creation, pirated diversions criminate nonchalantly. Reprocess precipice recipes, collective compulsions to bear,sit on the back of violent retorts and sloppy obligations. Wind up this toy and watch him pro create international sacrificial finalies. Let the wicked witch climb in that origami box, just to watch the universe unfold. Dictate jackpot crucials as if they were two pionted burdens. Melody of sort, crafted to outweigh the mass of spiritual meaning. Perfections outgazed by symbolic glass eyes. See through the corresponding mirrors. Serenity divided by a fine line between lifeless thoughts of a human and ongoing remedies of decay. Re used words of countless pictures. Let the hands of a clock repeat itself fashionably. you are nothing more of blood and bones than i am to stick and stones. kiss the ripple of water for a sense of tranquility. Disquiet yourself to the pleasure of others. Bask in the ambiance of a creator, an artist, a deity. Fine craftsmanship accompanied by fulfilling cheers of the past, present and future. Captivated by parameters of my self indulgence i have become co existent to the prayers of many. Ask yourself for honesty, get perpetual motions in return. I outline my self in biased corsets of reality to only find myself motionless.
Written by Matthew Guerra
Posted on 10/13/12
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