Streaming Reciprocity

The reciprocity that handles is velocity & pride, and only worth is the conveyance that can dance in happy stride.
Are there some numbers that become us when we graduate to form and hold our woken hands before us baffled by the broken swarm? I will sway a happy transit, we will vacantly reside in all that builds us up remembering the face we hide inside. There is genius in the mourning there is tragedy in sleep, there is magic boldly working helpless howling when we creep inside the poisoned eye of reason and the voice that holds you still is just a humanoid replacing happy hindrance with a thrill that carries empty and endangered like a freshly chosen meat. Is there meaning in the madness of the step inside the feat? I and Entities are humbled with the humid turning tide Like a babe inside the answer of the question you can't hide.

The Plexus of Worth

serenity saves, i would ask if it's so
i would wander and worry and gander and glow
i would howl at the heroes and reach out a plea
is there some kind of sage inside beseeching me?

we calculate naturally, pants on the go
little markers of makings that mix up the flow
and it's power empowers through tick-tocks of hours
and solely but shrewdly it coldly devours
so wake the One Spirit we beckon you gravely
if not the light savior then darkness enslaves me
and how then or why, the whole question remains
are we lost in the hills or hung up in the reigns?

truly ambivalent sources would carry the song of good tide as the apothecary
of trust and endurance for each one's own hold on the breath and the breach of the young man grown old.
for reaching out heartily brimmed with thanksgiving is nearing the plexus of worth we are living so settle your madness to even the plays of the vessel we implicate seething through days.

What is Bethlehem

Bethlehem breathes in my ears when I sleep and I wake to the warm rush of eyes as they weep and this sorrow that finds me is so close a friend that I sometimes will call for it over again.
Gallant and gruesome old visions of trial will knock so relentless like scabs of denial and wave over switch over ghost like embrace I am meagerly tied and drink up every trace.
Crossed in my blistering bones I do note that the feeling is only just that which I wrote and to touch on it further could scar me so long that the angels before me may strike down my song!
Never in haste be the criminal spirit that closes on callused old souls in a bind.
Wait for the luminous gravely old savior that lives in you bravely denouncing the blind.

Drunkwwise

Remember tomorrows, we count them relentless
Or fathom it sideways and settle remorseless
A clever divide in the stammer that stimulates
Live on the vine giving ripened to emulate
Magic that calls on you falls on me devastates
Progress that pushes me holds on but hesitates
Clearly a vision but feeds indecision
Precisely a precedent protrudes revision
A medley of madness that stretches the morning
And masturbates medically woken by warnings of reasons that resonate obvious climbs
To laugh at you feasibly, purpose in rhymes
The latter is all that can stand in your way
But the new sun is rising from spirits you say

Hands of the Damned

well all is a rainy day chain smoking coffee cup. heaven on hands of the damned but my head is up. don't be a bother my brother is better. hope he is hip to this hanging-dry letter. found out this mourning that most of of my time is spent sitting on rusty old stories of crime. jitters and junctions at sunny town square where the politics never rinse out of my hair. bleed out the hell in me something keeps telling' me glorified vanity feeds the insanity, read by some passerbye wretched and worrisome, slow down you clown there's no need to be hurry-some. give way and settle your family is roses and shutter in time with the door as it closes cause even the storm in my eye is the same as the golden pretender who's first in the game and if writ on the side of this turvying ride is the map that should carry us on, then never give in to the sadness within or the moment we hope for is gone.

swing in the dark

twinkle the night is a room for you dear. fathom the gloomulous plight of the year.
days are a number relentless in play. strung out by what all the normals might say.
ever the lord is my Shepard or two. drink about me when i blink about you.
carry me blindly like hens in a hole. share with me righteously feeding my soul.
set the world burning from lying in wait. crowd up forgiveness and fill up their plate.
rest on reliance and challenge your stand. make some miraculous thing that you planned.
settle on sideways and travel your mark. life is a swing that can see in the dark.

Million Day Marker

Share with a Milestone Million Day Marker
A Grueling old Griever, A fighting Deceiver
And off in the blue there's a perfect Enchantment that humbly grows up through the Vine.
It serves a distraction from blown up reaction by Dreamers that hide in the Pine.

Euphoria Blankets me shortens my fuse and reminds me that I need not put on a Rouse
For the weight that depresses as well coalesces with flight from my Spirited Blues

Long Old Steady

Good old Steady. Brown flat heading and support with creativity.
Long old Steady. Kept up by flush unfolded comprehensive.
Sitter of Standard all sullied and swayed. Passerby intellect curled in the way.
Terrible scores of untouchable names. Unshakable Workers. Unstoppable Sayers.
Unearthly and one. Undoubted derivatives sucking up warm wonder all cold in the corner with Holy Grass Holy Tide and Holy Visions bursting from the center's peak.
Warm on the way. Insufferable stands on the copious All, that call Mornings and Moons to come out before all of us, off into everyone shaking the beast; the most ready and worthy of animals inside us. The one that curves reality with a graceful bend that becomes us. Understands us. Won't hide us to brake a strong Roll.
What manner of time is pressing on through the soles of your tiring shoe?
What feeds the spring so preserved in your blistering heels? Is this how life feels?
Ghostly and glamorous remembers the day that we climb on surrendering Youth.
Surrenders me strong and so blatant and bare, with an Ancient fear that's facing me, deserving a fortitude that will carry us on through the Culture we Created.
Fold over Skies and Scapes we Parade on, the Light and the Ladder, the cold unforgiving regress of our climb. Strength to align retrospective arrays that build heavy and hollow to lite and full bodied to Radiate measurable meaning from madness, and scurry the Way and warm us in Play.
Or fevers will blanket the Weary and Wounded with visions, a Righteous and Reachable Plight.
A dreamy and borderline Mystical height at the top of all Triumph and Glory and Pride!
Enough to hold long and be scarce of the few. Those that will feed and fill up and then flee.
Better no bother, it's easy and Ending.
Settle and Slander, for most are Pretending......

Flightless Delay

Blood on the highway and all that is mass can be fueled and formatted and shattered like glass.
Babies in bellies can billow and borrow and no not the troubles of trying and sorrow but fill up their eyes like they seemingly say that the clock's ticking fast so hold on to the day
Fill up the hours with waking retreat in the dreamlike division discarding your feat and relax by just knowing how far is no tide that can spill for you like your own customized ride
Hell in your hands is the wicked old saying that illustrates burdens from games you are playing so Blink twice for answers and clap to inquire but tear up for water and laugh to make fire
Seething will warn me and flight wont convey if the blinding reminder is far on it's way.
Miracle madness can turn in your favor and wake by your seamless regard that won't waiver
If nothing but nights full of priceless decay
it's a wish full of wonder in flightless delay

fandango freedoms

sworn in and folded over by reckless remembering, basking in betterment self propelled pompous
or trading the wind for the swing of the stars that will beckon like beacons right back at your brothers. made in the cradle of cosmos that carries you coldly through fold and through fandango freedoms of lust and old tree tops and rusty old rollers they turn up the heat in your hats! hats filled with hate and are hanging like lobby men held up on hooks where they wish for some head again- floater-bye followers sinking in sanctums are hollowed out heartily over their heads. searching for hats in the eye of this monster machine that eats hats out from under your beds.

Requisite

This is a Requisite Message of Limitless Joy from a Bottomless Soul
Harmonious Grandeur that peaks in the Wake of a Rock on it's way to a Roll
Pass me the torch if the glow of it Scorches you Fresh on the lines of your Skin
Or wait for me under Umbrellas of light in the Fight for the New Day again

This is a Frequently Recurring Image of Hope from the Child Inside
Insidious Pastures that pave out the Road where it's up to your Choice to Decide
Don't be surprised if the Whole of it carries you right through the Belly of Sin
Or wait at the gate where the World demonstrates that they're Never Inviting You In

Render me Rhapsody! Belt out the Blasphemy! Sanctity Sold at the door!
A Narrative Knowingly Knocking and Narrowly caught by the Night just before
Don't let your Sanity hold back your Vanity- Show up with Bells on the Side!
Some Treasure that turns when the Vision that Burns in You ends up with no place to Hide
.......................my story is so young.................

Waking the Luscent Tyranium

Deep inside the blunder, it's a far far cry to reach
And each their own to everyone, and all their own to each
I'm breathing in the ponder-sum of places I am on
You carry home a better source of day when I am gone

Living by the born free creed, a ghastly ploy to spin
Or shake them down for Golden measures madly to begin
The big and so Disastrous, the clinging and unhinged
are Tearing at the base of Dawn, the sinking learn to swim

Where seven suns awaken in the Holiest of tide
A break in perfect Perilous Persuasion will not hide
And never mind or only sway to shrink up all that lives
For never say forever to the thinking heart that gives.