From your hearts to my eyes; I see
Your wishes grow wings, fly off sea...
That could possibly drown its quest,
To reaching heaven and arrest,
What ever could stop length foresee.
This struggling days as a lessee
Affects my dream's accuracy,
But your wishes check up my rest.
Thanks to you all!
Your wishes are not like debris,
Useless: lacking adequacy.
Oh your awesome wishes invest,
Somewhat good cum my print's request
Different from world of fantasy.
Thanks to you all!
To follow the law or comply with
Asks Mister Smith
Forwarding though the current
Or drift
The flow is uncontrolled
The task is manifold
And distance within
This our engine
Appears both new and old
My only nemesis
Placing an emphasis
On something we must understand
Humanity fantasies
Trans and the extasies
Deity rules should be banned
As time you spend your day
In data flow
Don't be surprised to find yourself on deathly row
As reading of the fiction
Enriches your cognition
Invigorates the vision
With adequaCY THOUGH
And differing the fiction
And real facts of life
Is really your own mission
And target of your strive
Where computing meets
Unsolvable for it
My horse move greatly beats
And thus get you Merit
Distinction makes distinctive
And thus the difference
Who made wild life extensive
The flea adheres
Life of the parasites are for the parasites
To choose a way to earn approve
Remove the satellites
The obsessed with supremacy
Always quits with immediacy:
To whom “Challenge me not” is a policy,
Unaware of its sad deficiency.
Everything wears its intricacy,
Even Justice of Wide Advocacy,
The Sick’s Drug-Providing Pharmacy,
Kitchen with a sought delicacy
And Righteousness linked with Adequacy,
Death seeking often our intimacy
But sure floating an Autocracy!
Now, tell me why Seekers of Supremacy
Shall smell Death’s Sincere Mercy.
How supreme the images portray
Painted in only white canvases on display
No vibrant pigments of differences
Cultures or brush strokes of excellences
How dull the mind of multitudes
Who judge the immigrants of other latitudes
Following paths of leaders lacking adequacy
Yet blindly believing their unproficiency
High disdain for diversity
Deficient dignity while prevailing in emigrant adversity
No remorse or conviction disturbs their prosperity
While bitterness tastes good in conscious vulgarity
Puppeteers dangling strings from their parliament
Taping shut lips of puppets to prevent argument
Shame on the hatred and each thought that is pursued
Justified undoubtedly in the defiled ignorant residue
Too many lost in intolerant, illiberal ways
Separating people and causing chaotic disarray
Never knowing all tongues, tribes, colors and every single nation
Were uniquely created with love for the world as a celebration
Humility
M'Vatel, "Yield to People",
Concealing, Not Ignorance,
But Adequacy, In not Doing 'Nuff,
To Be a Friend, Husband, Servant,
As I Observe Great Figures,
I Hope to Be in their Mold,
Models Wise, Considerate & Kind,
Intelligent, In as much as They are Hidden,
Not Frail, Afraid, Weak or Meek,
Moreover, They Perceive a Need & Share,
What's in Short Supply: Space, Beauty & Dignity,
With Ones Caught in Ego Nets, Traffic Jams.
It's False Modesty to Feed a Bare Rib Stray,
Or Give Feigned Respect to a "Poster Child",
Untrue Sympathy Tastes Like Cardboard,
May My Expressions to Help, Never That,
Honestly Ask, "Am I Acting to Genuinely Unload?",
"What Needs, No Matter How Hard, To Be Done?",
"Is it my Best?", "Am I Deferring, Waiting for Others?",
Dare to Care, Give a Damn, For There are Few,
Who Know Humility is the Answer,
With That We'll Discover a Cure for Cancer!
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The authenticity of realism stems from life’s birth,
the certainty of truth is substantial in time’s ticking,
while the presence of verity equals honest self-worth,
my white roses are flourishing without thorns pricking.
Where the experiences flow I must put myself first,
I need acceptance with the Lord’s redemption of accuracy,
for His sincerity I break down and crave my thirst,
I must bow down with honor and protect His adequacy.
When we comprehend the realness life has to offer,
we can start fresh in the abundance of laughter’s touch,
I shall continue to praise my divine Almighty philosopher,
for only I can guess when life feeds me too much.
The tangible nature we carry gives us concrete lessons,
the Lord has shown me bona fide actual factuality,
I shall keep living with a genuine virtue of essence,
for only He can sow the seeds of my experienced reality.
Date Written: May 18, 2016
But it's only that drunken-immortality fairytale
embedded into your unfortunate soul and
pressed seemingly against your lips,
struck across with that fancy red gloss of her favorite coat
of which gathered every ounce of deceit
she could have possibly mustered up
out of the back of her sickening throat.
"Forever"
was merely another one of her words
that made its way into the void
sometime before reaching your such gullible ears.
Or perhaps every syllable that slipped
from the tip of that tongue
is simply another piece of the actual void,
relishing its way
into a deliberate consumption of your senses
to ease every misfortune with bitter condolences.
This was your first mistake;
She craved adequacy of every "I'm sorry"
she spoke that slithered away
and wrapped itself around your mind and soul so tightly that
you utterly forgot what the word "pain" meant
simply because she forgot that "truth"
was even a damn word.
Distinctly extinct, the last mink is on the brink, toes curled round a spring board over an ice rink.. the warm blood of his family slushing the surface and resembling candy, no way out but down, or can he shuffle his limited vocabulary eloquently to achieve a level of adequacy resulting in he being allowed to see more days but the onlookers have retreated behind a soundproof pane, his cries in vain, years of torment, once congealed in his brain start to liquidize and flow down his face like heavy rain.. his clan below have stopped squirmin' , death has set in and now aims for his sternum, he still can't get a word in and it's so unnerving that his knees snap back and he feels the ice burnin'.
Imagination ‘pon a massive, vast,
And boundless harbinger depends. One that
The sea, unequalled in adequacy, may serve.
Within the ceaselessness of its supreme
And transcendental flux, phantasmata
May bathe in peace, unmannerly towards
The tempest who, in turn, replieth thus:
“Am I a captive of the dreaming sea?
Of everlasting pain and agony?
In quest of admiration constantly?”
And so the dreams that ceased to bathe reply:
“But nay, for dreams are requisites for joy
And opulence, if thou but trusts the sea,
Then love shalt thou forever feel, and love
Shalt thou be then embracèd by.” Said they
To him, who then obeyed and was reduced
To coolest breezes ‘neath the flawless sky.
With that, the orb sublime will sink into
Colossus. See! On my horizon sails,
Majestic, surely bound for Sandman’s shores.
Malicious brigand of thought
Shadow dancing about
Times dark mastermind
Of sand felled memory
No deliberation granted
On the adequacy of crime
Here the confidence breaks
The vibrant glow dulls
This slow compiling of theft
His character torn away
The sum of his being lessened
Accomplishments sponged away
Slowly losing earned identity
Burning one chapter every day
A life story without its voice
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