Intelligence..So Hard To Explain..
Our game is joyful and it is already
tommorrow for me, my king, so i will praise
my eternal soul, tommorrow of the day when
time stopped and the ticking inside my head
has ceased to desist and i can speak again
knowing full well that the ticking will come
to life again and again as it was before...
is it not the fine logic of ones tainted
mind of the young but the old and demented
learn the faster but decease the faster as
the young ignore the knowledge they were
born with as they read what they already
know but still fail in this world of....
Beautiful...
Watching you and waiting, in the dark or
in the light...no matter, he's there no
matter what, but it will happen as the clouds fall and hit the earth as the dirt rises
as the clouds and stain the horizon murky brown and the water glistens
beautifully as the clouds shroud it with
mist of the fine condensation of the water
which used to be the limit...
alas know not who thy are, thy speak
nonsense as thy speak to thy skainsmate,
try not to picture what a head off a body
would look like, you know do you not that
the.....
God and Devil are my friends, I need to know
them, but the devils still beating his wife
....and God is just trademarking everything
....and the sun is still out but the rains
still there..hello...
Copyright © Eliza Valtierra | Year Posted 2006
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