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open door hear the traffic lapping wet road………….its steady. like these thoughts, an armoire of finest adornments holding a best treasure still felt empty somehow. steady

One drawer the feeling of best days, beside a pair of failures. This a wardrobe for me. I’ll burn it all for the truth and action in tomorrow

steady

Oh whiskey, narcotic love and broken slang

Today a bed and tomorrow a game

I’ve left the angels share and the devils take, I’ll be somewhere in between

All these walking mirrors and hanging moments

seludid arenity

My capability in bone and blood, Glancing upon these broken things

Curse for breakfast and any time the meal..my existence digests the negative

Spin the wheel

I found the shelves in my mind the ones yet and those behind..trace is present and late isn’t possible for my kind. Amongst storms and ocean bellows lake shores creeks and hollows all things nature follows

All art in life pace the market if love considers war fair what makes the best creative target

I’ll be there

I slept on a cot pulled up to a recliner in hotels and still found myself to be lucky. I am not sure I run from pain or just into it. I’d prefer to run from my fools but that is a tragedy as well. So they’ll rest in suspense and as needed reveal. How many hands the blood? The sand>how many have felt MIne

Hotel sink full of 40s and me lofting about in a realm, fear is the parrot upon my shoulder. Telling me back only what I teach it. So more liquor and steady the life afore the dream. And when the liquor fails another the action.

I know the desired state in many but something is more important than that. Once cursed and told the power of money, breakfast and lunch this time. Water with intent

Settle my demons, all contained and posted homage to order. A reservoir pulled of peace and depth persists through the night. Purpose in breath calm in pulse. Allow the still for a moments rest, one needed for tomorrow’s strength. Meaning in persistence and strength through action. Allow the still for this moments rest, one needed for tomorrow’s strength. Allow this moments rest

What the fuck is my mantra of late. Seems the thought of you is a key to so many of my feelings.

Some carnal disposition looking and wondering, but a longing persists more. Me the point of reference, you the horizon and so many emotions.

In a foreign state navigating cosmos and ethos the same. Not sure the reward as much as the toil searching for it, perhaps this is my beloved? No, more so it is hope but only after you first.

Aware of influence but I know I exist amongst some faction within this myriad of art, love, passion, worry, fear, creativity, doubt. So I’ll stand, crawl , lay down, walk in circles, and run nowhere still hoping this point of reference can help navigate this message to the horizon.

Master myself seems an odd phrase to me, I change, grow and vary all within my humane capacity. God damn I just want to talk to you again, face to face with no challenge except whether we pause or not.

all my senses tell which presence avail, essence lets us persist past the veil

i consider each a planet, satellite your success if i ever fail

timestamp emoji and captcha my heart

not enough galaxy in the ever to keep us apart

so bring the task and tally the trial

i’d trade a river of tears to give just one of your smiles

who am i and where are u, my hand extended as proof

press me on the risk and choose a medium, we all have someone we keep safe in the best place for believing in

golden words drip without care none of this really means shit without you here

pile the treasure and wreck the halls, climbing for the best view of you and risking the fall

left palm over eyes and neck back

this is where transits develop, soon as the connection is felt symbols belt

measure this life anyway you can and tell me the weight to merit

if you a moment, pray and think of love and if you two, give it

The best times I look back you’re there, for the others a bottle or can.

these are all just lines amongst others, what makes them so important

There is a measure to a soul in pen, word or phrases and it pulses next to the sun and with the spectre of past galaxies.

It can’t all be so dramatic, two fingers each corner and bare fangs

Grill natural and stained

Pressure static and another stress to name

Product of the senses and tired of chasing basic change

Fond of fundamentals and paying to think right

each night

plays a hash of a forever most don’t know, look back and let go

For all the highs and lows I must be a medium

another believing in….the best anyone imagined, the positivity of thinking again

its not all extra large god damnit its all extra hard learn a little bit and see there’s an extra part

press X to disregard

Slim chance to make it the same as others, embrace the way of brothers follow the steps of fathers and the love of mothers. Four directions on earth divided by a million makes one quick to get lost in feeling

but

Real is what you make it, break bad habits and keep participating if I was granted one wish I think it’s already been taken, so au revoir to any djinns or genies time to cutback on lies lines and shitty dealings make like rust and move past weak ceilings mass appeal lacks gratification when you think back to last weeks killings

Can’t say I haven’t dodged a bullet or two actually feels like its well over a few but I’m still dealing with the pain that has been well past due so I’m checking everything out of the library of life and eating it up just like fast food, gobble de gobble sage, saint, devil and fool are all after you…. fuck immaculate lets work with the actual truth

Engraved engrained transparent and aware, If I can’t see you again here then I’ll see you again there

Access and recall, shifts through another night of fortune shade

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I am surprised at the capacity of my palette Never just an endeavor of minutes it is a frequency of XP

Feelings as shade and how many the shades. Thinking you have a desire to contribute should understand the intended picture. This makes me tired to think the burden of new colors, identity is an interesting act.

The motivation is belief in better. Something greater than this pain, hurt, doubt or whatever you call it. The endeavor is hard to measure when you think of thoughts or remembering. I am not sure the scale in time but the frequency is certainly high.