Wednesday, November 26, 2014

James Blunt A Sexual Polar Roid



It  Is as if I was raised In a Galaxy of lives that walked to the Tumblers sound,
in acoustically driven the Big Bang would be the explosive return to Win,
on the trade of Standing with correct active display the Sky was the City by the Bay,
the charge to receipt was my life with a tune and it began with San Francisco the 60's I land.

In the breadth of delivery learning was stealth for The Watch did beget A View,
not of a talk show state but of the Real people showing how the Trait would sought,
a wisdom upon the Thought to believe that spot in the Mind that works on detailed,
a memory of timely expense to Cycle the operation as a Timex keeps on Ticking.

The pulse of the Clock at the basic of Rock was more than an example of Think,
in the quiet of stillness of shot the awkward did always a chair,
for the stool with a bar can also Hi table to the pull over for share,
a napkin for sake is the meet hand curr chief as I grow with The Ages of Care.

From trips to the Dairy on the Marin Countryside with a sample of liberty stared,
the fright that I know was often in pair but the travels did bring trough relief,
the old fashioned noise of a Field in tries to not stake outed lives,
but to embrace and provide the housing implied by really shaking the hands of the side.

To stand with a station that declares for the Pardon on simply being alive,
the birth place to date is of fact and it rates that booming is better than placates,
for apathy soaks this World of folks to weight on an Other for fracture,
in the drill of the pass as lanes hold to tracked the balance becomes the Seat by designs,
should people ascribe to passing the Fine than the total will reverse to that gear,
it is namely described as Karmic in Seer that Sage of the genius of Savants at the lear!!

To gallop the sentence that death is the leaving does not consider the entry,
in we come with or by sum in addition our breathe must switch steer,
for once on the energy that must duck air in the Oxygen a Flame is a Lo,
the fire that laps in the Cosmic of belts to eternally value this Human at loan.

To desk on the tribe as the Professor of nothing I learn as I go and it's clear,
that Public dishonesty has torn lives a Part with the level of fields that sheer,
the Clippers that left a shivering being is than made to coat the Priest of the stone,
left by the road is the sheep on the phone begging the question for Why is the mirror reflection,
in that portion of knit to the sweat the lathering rift has brought death by the debtor,
sing to the flight of learning beseeched for it lies in the question delivering Keeps!!

Dungeon to know that B.D.S.M. is an Art to the Masters that once existed for ME,
given the Order seems lost at the now the discipline still is installed in this Read,
for stronger to birth the hugs of this earth are as basic as Covers are lid labels lights.

The Moon


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