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See throughout the ghostly lens

Spacemeat. The light cone enfolds the individual effectually creating a ghost through geometric topology.  The negative of the person, the "ghost" is a result of the lensing of the original person's light cone interacting with a tertiary lightcone that predicates it's future on the subsequent intermingling of the light cones. The result is essentially apodictic insofar as the consequential nature of the topological result is the determinant by which the conclusion from the incipient portion of the status aforementioned is solidified. Spacemeat.

Reborn Inside Your Creation

For I have been reborn inside your creation,
resounding in tenderness and renown pulchritude-
        Our love straight from the immortal fairytale book
bringing to me the most enticing emotional sensation. 
Artisan emotions of deep and genuine multitude,
        for your eyes enchanted me with one intense look-
        and to think one night with just you is all it took.

Believe me in faith when I say I’ll never leave,
for you have become my true reason to exist.
        You’ve left me no choice but to love you perpetually,
and I’m okay wearing my humble heart on my sleeve. 
When you touch me like that I cannot seem to resist,
        as you crave my undying thirst for you exceptionally. 
        For I’ve been reborn inside your creation…effectually. 



January 22, 2019

Premium Member The Lake of Fire

The Lake of Fire
Written: by Tom Wright
2/8/2018

Many study prophecy and quickly speculate,
On whether the demise of man draws near;
As the godless flounder within a dire strait,
Each faces the rapture foreshadowed by fear.

On that day they’ll pray for the rocks to fall,
But quickly ascertain it’s become too late.
For in life they opted to neglect God’s call,
Now judged, the lake of fire is their fate.

This place of fire is where all wicked are cast,
Becoming eternally separated from God’s love;
Effectually remaining as one of Heaven’s outcast,
Facing unquenchable fire now judged worthy of.

For rejecting God the only one supreme being,
Their lot in hell has become their only bequeath.
From that place of torment exists no fleeing,
“And there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”*
* Luke 13:28 KJV


Premium Member Solar Competition

Sun soaks  us all in first fresh fun.
It keeps us all ALIVE WE THRIVE.
Making MERCURY more mistifying.
Meanwhile,  victorious VENUS  vears very 
Vengeful.
Eager  EARTH edges eastward earnestly
Effectually elemental
Miraculously  MARS mistook URANUS 
urshering in an urgent understanding,
For a quiet star.
 SATURN  satisfactorily goes
Afar  sixth  place  with rings.
And JUPITER awaits a hot  July just joining
NEPTUNE napping not  noticing near naked
polluted  PLUTO presumably with pressure
Possessing a powerful  punch.  Positioned
Positively, prone, toward percise potential.

New School

Slowly as it approached, my body began to quiver.
Finally, I became valiant and up the stairs I slivered.
Apprehension built up in me and I stood there, frozen
 Why was this the school my parents have chosen
I sprinted down the aisle, catching no attention
I didn’t want to be the one everyone had to mention
The youngest; smallest, the babies of the rest
Everyone else, excited galore and surely filled with zest
After settling in my seat, waiting to finally arrive,
I reminisced about my home from which I was deprived
Distressed and on edge, I gawked out the window
As we approached, kids were as aroused as a Jindo.
The populous on the bus absconded so effectually
However, I was aghast and perceived perceptually
I skittered off the bus and admired the edifice
Here I’m at my new school, my old one I will miss.

Twisted Virtues That Shine Twisted Lights

slightly battered beaten and torn
at my side
my self-righteous thorn
catastrophied symphony and your resounding noise
i employed pain
  consistant choice
recognized alarming perpetual gaze
always acting until ignored
   red curtains open
      listless crowd snores, 
waiting to be impressed, 
otherwise bored
    life as a show

this is the story of 
love ungloried 
muddy waters of my soul
continually pouring
damned and drenched
my atmosphere wrenched
glorious vision of lakes and bays
sky blued
     reflecting, dismantalling, effectually,
 the thin line between perceived 
substance and infinite reality


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