A Bakers Dozened

The Body of the World in all of it's completion of debt,

 to the Stolen Lives of Passing Fly by Knights try,

to extinguish in Real the Life of know Soul,

 a Heart given whole drys to the keep of it's safe in done!!

Salutes!!

Walking this Earth I am a Lone from an Ancient Sure,

 where Magic came and Left it's Borer,

freeze Humanity whilst the Melt Glaciers speaking Sheets,

 crashing Ocean shores rising Me to Know!!

Expands Fore

Persons Concerned you have repeated the Burns,

 creating Hatred thus Delivering Destiny differently,

as an Elemental I stair to The Continue a broth of Reality,

 in spore of the Cell the Egg Shell gold born cracked Embers,

coming from an Ageless Fire the Flame of Sensuality held desire,

 back to further torture an onward track in the Watch of Man & Lack.

The Movement of this Planet thwards the the Idea of a Progression,

 no Stop envelopes break sealed to open,

nothing to Every Thing in a Blink of Grace,

 to the Flight of Home in the Midst of Mankind & it's Doom all Traced.

Treasure to Pandora wealth with Zeus hammer to Thor in Odin their Our Moores,

 Kept for Spout,

Ice to the Hot as Steam in the Meld of Water bloodied The Air,

it is the better than the Chemical despots.

Cavaliered 

Framed no Longer the Trip Questing Journey brings an Enlighted Mind,

 whilst Man skulls his Thought to Sync in with obvious Lots.

Wash not your Hands in the Sake of a Cross,

 Killed standing up by Two Thieves fought,

it is the burial louds of Past Present Futures Shot.

Battering Chum

 For Two Millennia have joints in the Age of BI`lays Count,

lored of the Mountain in a Cosmic Cry coupling for the Moment Sty,

 negated in a Country Lie for What!!,

You Humanity have Extincted in Present.

Knowing Baked

 The Animal Museum of Both Kinds to Multiple by Design,

evolving to mere Life Itself,

 magic hugging the birth of this Froth on the Bridge of Anchored to no Cross Would!!,

bright time spent as a Quest for the Mirrors.

Answering Leeks

People of no Cosmic Reign have dependent Lanes,

 in the Children at Need for Dreams like Me.

In that breadth I understand the Comprehensive,

 it is not hope but the actuality of a Dragons Planned,

for the Evidence begets the thrust in the hands of a Genius Savant,

a Prodigy in the Simplicity of Complexities of the birth to being a Seer ore'd Sage.

In no more than the Heir of a Blood Line Bred,

 the done has produced a Brand New Lungs,

to Heel the Grounds upon which You grunged.

Missed Fits