the
company we keep, some are golden, some spew epithets. so silent lately better
as a watcher feeling a bit confused.
we try to ravel or drill some
shallow indepthness inside. indebted to mothers where artists breed such wet
concrete. a woman flogs, a man watches, we never quite deliver enough.
the design is flawed. we first
adjust as to refurbish it. so easy based on sights where most don’t reason.
caring is motive or motive is deliverance while one has a new need; fine, but
never mentioned, just remedied by a mystery. to utter our rights to feud in
closets or one thrilled it hurts.
vigil at seconds asking clear
questions a bit excited it never occurred. those eyes watching the watchword
bleeding as never to quite destroy its envy—as raw jealousy framed in a grin,
where no one can trust you.
such simple language as gods gave us
while adoring has become unfortunate. too much resilience as some unfeeling
creature while others discuss it nightly. why would it hurt, if one remembers,
it was never difficult? we return to ourselves we take a hiatus but we return
to ourselves. mathematics is uneasy it requires dedication/concentration, many
opt for segue—as a conduit in subtraction/addition, while submitting to things
inferior. indeed, a man gets lucky. he found her at a low point. as she arises,
she gains senses. so qualified, or overqualified, or underqualified—this is in
most relations!
Anjali! to present as living
sacrifice or to go too far in while fretting awkwardness. some desert monastery
or a city cloister so charged its hard to see. most are spirits most are subtle
while it’s interesting, it’s off-putting. it wasn’t haven to see. it wasn’t
polite to us. it might be a project. too low too depressed, anger is necessary.
to administer alertness, to reassert roughness, such unconfused confusion. so
anxious such a pill, it sprinkled once again. secrets in your safehouse seclusion
in your farmhouse such storage as realizing a man needs a dream!
inherent delicacies or beauty in a
jar while grappling against walls. to know a heart, more difficult than
breathing, while a heart might adore a dozen souls. some shrine to living some
member as circumspect or a man stealing a cigar. no respect. but never
acknowledged. while a soul gets closer to catching the penthouse chicken.
chasing
like Rocky or mourning like Sexton as some akin soul to King Jr.
by
caliber an equal couple else desire becomes unruly where bedmates resent
reflection. a woman wrestles this, she knows what she sees, if fortunate, she
lives to bring inner peace. reread her countenance, see if is slumps, while a
giggling man is a nervous man. so fast asleep. a woman asked me, “Why say mean
things and laugh?” I was late on self as interpreting self, another analyzed
for me. quite unreasonable. resentment comes out. 15 hours at one discussion.
