The Cosmic Eye

When the pain is so great and the words of the events become the letter, it remains to be the expression of the prose that brings to describe each sigh.  To be of the start in a life of rings, the phone to the walk as the introduction, knocked I stopped to be of conversation to a clue.  The audience may laugh at the sentence of the craft, yet, I am of a character that has engaged a singular type of difference.

Bringing the speech to a natural type of a beach, the shores of the silence to full fledged communication of the storms, with lulls being of accord in the Shipping Lanes.  As Nature is in the midst of teaching us of her wrath, the World-wide conditions of Humanity are being charged.  From the freezing degrees to the raise of the rain totals, Super-Storms, Comets and of course the glacier melt.  Toll dates over Fifty percent of the wild life is dead.

With the daily News on reporting Terrorism, the battle Wars on label, a cellular phone dial that seems to update applications with commercial status.  Swipe this, download that, and be sure to 'Like' us on the Facebook profile at the same time you slam Tweeter with a negative on the shortened lecture of state.  Theses a life to the lives of the Rounds and know that the pieces are not riddles as much as puzzle parts bringing whole to the actual of the photo graphed.

In and certainly on my blog I have chosen to allow the structure to take shape by the natural flow of conditions per day.  The animals that are now over the hump of saving which was reported on BBC last year is or was of a terrible, sad portions of reality.  Zombie reporting comes with the office of seen, along with the threats of whom is correct and whom is shed, by truth and Proof Al Gore scooped the Media with information far before the After which is in all Technocracies now.

By the ends of the plants and the routes of the paper, is it the conservation of gifting or the swamp of detailed.  A book on the best seller residence of libraries is now represented by 'Trending' a most certain modern day put, that if you were unaware would have said either nothing or answered "trending what?"

Touching the aspect of language verses the usage of the tongue.  I have written essentially a record of my consciousness streaming.  As you may or may not be in the know, streaming consciousness came from more than a few decades ago.  So I would say with a quiet compassion, that considering the vast amount of detail that I have covered, this choice of determined fashion for expression, has been in the deed of fabulous to have come so naturally.  Delving into the pain and the agony in doses, allowing the horror to connect to the now, without drowning me in that then.  This has definitely been the greatest of all foundations to have built for myself especially considering the circumstances.

Should you happen along as a reader of my Swan than I may share with you this one small fragment, it has brought a line to a circle with the ability to comprehend both, understand infinite and breathe with words in between as the text, the tell and the whistle of a bell.

In fact define the unit measured, break the stanza Four Quad, add a fifth and drag the comma to the semi-colon by the see.  In any cause of virtue that is new to the Tablet bearer, shall the sentence not be quit that the ridicule is most often spit.

Drool on that disclosure can be dried to upper stiffed, in times of shaft and angle will Shakespeare prove da Vinci or does Mona Lisa dip a crib to the Sistine Chapel.  Does Blake become lost in the foundation to Naples?  Did the Ages of the Golden Era speak while the girth was types?  Can in the faction of Evolution from the base of Creation remember that phrase of genesis talk?  Or in the reality, is it more a revelations broth of the most at a chamber of loch and bead.

See Prompt

Loving the value of communication,
it is in each a bearing of the point magnet drawn.

On the grid by design a marrow of the deep rich of a span,
to believe that reincarnation, incarnation and merely coming to term,
the deed of travel on the rails of learned.

I know that the vast divide is chunked math that the addition is subtraction to speak Communication,
by Ways and Means of trade on virtual media the press is of counter to task,
the brain with Energy of matters.

A valley floor once upon a time,
may be the future of the mountain signed on a river lean.

That creek of the plow to a ditch on the field,
draining to filter or increasing the sill,
windows of place with a view touching stand,
our body informing that shoulders have planned.

Truth introduces the hands of a scribble,
with notes to the letters and a little of the nibble,
Human Beings are not chew toys that are disposable crude,
in the recycle of less we bring countenance blessed,
asking nothing to hold the scream of our bold,
yet in the most obvious it is life walking by scrolled.

Round to the circus of this World and it's death sells,
some would say that talk is dead while they speak,
for the minute tears on the scrambled minds that are afraid of cans,
I say that belief is innocence providing simplicity with sight,
beyond the boundary that is set at portions,
I see the Outer Realms with ease,
it is a singing relief.

From basic construction to the Oxygen debt,
Trees that now grow to heights of below,
the breeze is ever in the breadth of Solar,
to the stars that galaxy is incredibly gallant,
as the Universe is a shower of the wild at mount.

Circulation to bring a tide on a ring,
fires that show the flame in a Crow,
how bright life is to list as it travels,
across the voids just to know that it's noise,
however, the carriage of ear gives rise to nothing here,
for people just kill the sound with smothering at pound.

The weight of a pack that slides to the count,
so many people have been lost through the years of just downed,
reading some older posts that I have published,
I enjoy that these markers are brought up by the random reader,
with only provision to dust on the shelves,
it is the care on the cycle that perks the scouts shoe,
than to be so much tune:  Tuned in by the found is a piano Guitar for the Harp playing Violin.

The rosin is would sentence explain to the ream,
books upon pages that deal with theme,
to tank of the first,
that pump of the sound,
I know that the list after list is amazing to bound,
exuberant display of hope, wishes and just plain excitement of days,
I have now known that reason is wisdom and wisdom has grown.

In proper of played these writes on the bells,
whistles and spelling each word with a 'Tell',
origins of original to the additional clause,
a phrase to a stanza to a comma for jaws.

Foggy is breath that steams on the glass,
or is it just blowing from the long Winters lap,
treat to the weather as outside right now,
the horns are singing as the seals bark to the shroud.

Birds chirping text with a letter on best,
the ships with a Watch that announces a clock,
to the depth of chart as a wheel in the dark,
trails to the Vision of making great a big decision.

Touch out on a structure of the sound,
do not ask the list to pine,
for each day has been a post taking so much to providing the change:
Dimes.

Choice is a secret to making what is on the shore of the Scene,
the sands of the Rollers because even the Oceans has seas.   

Hay, Do You Remember The Jack Tar?? It's Been....

Awe for the dazed in society that clear no throat for the Ram of the shoot swallows.

Flu passed in the tongue jam on the butters clam,
to soup the bowl on mind,
to illness by the push.

For there on the unto,
the door,
it opens to know greeting as the use of the hinge reminds me of the Cooks on the finest of pinch.

In restaurants though,
the barter of the kitchen tier is a Plateau of ordered engagement.

Boiling pots,
steam on the thought,
meat hanging to age the proper for the find of the taste to the seasonings race.

The balance of the House of Prime Rib,
a wonder of the five-star enjoyments,
it is in True a tailor of a place on VanNess in the City of San Francisco,
the lesson of knowing the bartender growl,
for shall the measure not be of account than Silence Do Good is the answer of fowl.

As my experience is of the date to Newspaper on the Column of Herb Caen,
a San Francisco Icon bellows the oldies on each to the every by Pane.

Banking the question to the gentleman court,
on the bar to the pour the Ice Cubes just bust what a hell of a trust,
a Cocktail quest about the Pink Hippo no jest,
for the Keep was of best in that trade of the touch,
not a glancing smash as the hammer has been,
no nail in the pierce of my brain for the jinn,
no, it was a delighted enthusiastic response to and of or with my exuberance of tell,
for the Pink Hippo Restaurant was a blushing event for me as a child.

The entry to task on the follow of ribbons is in the tie to the bow of the chowder,
on the wharf of Fishermen such boats on the float,
hard workers or that bushman that spooked the tourist,
well in the memory of the Hippo it must truly account location with decor,
the valance of ceiling, those Hippo's dancing, it was as if Bill's Place took steroids and waltzed starred.

The roar of the crowd enjoying all of the drapes,
for I am not sure there was a corner that did not have a Playland by trait,
still to the Cooks the Waiters and service,
the bustle to text that write on the pad,
recording with tact a menu to have,
I remember the walk or the pouring of lad.

There were not exits that I spied for the enter of done,
no check of the room for an immediate fire of drummed,
no escape planned to spoof that I knew,
no it was different than what has become todays chew.

Now people don't visit with change on the platter,
it is more to the stick of the type on the batter,
the clank of the ice bucket is locked in the stun,
for on the moment of Instant the audience calls with words that are death,
kept to the stand I park to the setting of the table that taught to Napkin and skill,
patient to bred stick the dough of the pay,
baskets that glasses to paint the display,
dressing on stuffed the tongue of the brush,
the witness that came to gently by lane.

Never did I see an interjection of glare,
from the scandalous conversation I know that did chair,
for the sake of the better stations that speech,
quite aptitude to delivering reach,
so I have set the table with prime spelling to Feat,
and allow the baker the butcher and the candlestick maker the opportunity to teach.

For in these lessons of time on the living in bind,
I have admired the talents of whom have been Masters in Trade Service,
these are the men and the women that have Mentored more of my caption and I do not even know their name.

This is a small thank you.
that I in deed know you will find,
for as a child you always were able,
to be for the most simple of what I charged to be free.

Elephant Based

The percussion of the ear drum is the noise on the blinking gone. As the most in the miss is the condition of hugs that would have known.  In the hold of the hand, or, the cold of the land, it is ice on the rocks to the sheets of the melting that Glacier still talks.  Crashing into the ocean the sheets shed the spill, to fill the sea with ancient freeze.  So old the world in the news of such times, ships on the lanes to cruising the lines.  My belief is simply that life is exposed.  That special on the virtue to honor and truth, a branch on the frigid closure of state. The darning of the snag that brought down the house, oh but for the sound of the Organist late.

A pump organ in the grands of the days, a memory holds to the piano of laid.  A bench in the sit to turning the notes, almost not quite the Tea on a cheer.  I love to play naturally through, to the ends of the earth and the circus of steer.  I have spent a life on an incredible journey, looking to know that life played tunes to the strobes.  The guitarist with a harp to his mouth, as dg is a favorite memory to me. The horse has been my absolute in stout, so often the balance does work itself out.  

Saddle the horse and go for a ride, the trail of road is the vision of sighed.  There in the Redwoods a forest is grove, for in the thick dense trees are a fence.  To protect the living by providing a place, as the shade filters sunlight, the streams beauty with grace.  Be calm in the lumber as the ceiling advance, for the roof is made with shingles and stance.  Standing with timbers is also of scoot, for the work on the falls can run each to a boot.  With the sky in the park as blue is a lake, the hours of Moon are guiding stars state.  Quest on the water shed from the bank is natural, to experience the rain as it comes pouring to states.  December two-thousand fourteen had a storm, whereby California made a record from torn.  In three days time it poured like a year, this is an account of environmental tears.

To be of a breathing caliber by slate, I love the constellations that speak with a date.  Solar design to touch all the dimes, providing performance to the Comet by shine.  Fires to scamper the etch of the draw, snowflakes let winter cold the big law.  Mountains to cellars a walk to the fates, watches to believe that rivers can state.  The language of Ancients, the overlay gate, an Oracle of Ion to have spoken of make. Up with a compass to familiar the case as how can humanity not feel the change.  The rings of the flame put elemental by name, the Time in the Alps those sails are same.  Ice can be cubed to cool on the drink, flavored by properties that add to the blink.  Taste is the spice as The Wells of the night, learning to be able to realize a fight.

In the anchor of foot a decision to heel, guarding the day light while enjoying a sight. The type that surprises any sign to deliver, a handle to buckle a shoe for a giver.  A beautiful flock of Ringneck Doves have flown to my home. At first I thought a pigeon on grown.  The residence of many animals that cheer while delivering messages with joy for the year.  The seals that bark while the coyotes do purr, the hoot of the Owl that I saw with a clear.  Amazing how The Birds are such a fanciful gear, even the Woodpecker is packing the peer.  Swallows, Robins, Finches in sing, the Hummingbirds flying backwards at speeds of a Ling.  The cadence of rhythm sharing on ping, the geese that do write as the clouds formal being.  In the music of Nature that incredible work, just showing how reason brings wisdom to turf.

Taught^Sees Read Hare

So, I was in the midst of a dream just now and the knock woke me up to a wonderful opening.  As all do know or in the truth of word may not be aware that I have a mother that ran an interesting life to a park like setting.  In the city of San Francisco many a wonderful and interesting things would venture in the night time air.  Visits to the Tenderloin for the trip to save the avenue sitter from the despair that was felt on the street.  So as my mother is of a kind nature in personal to private actions of helping or aiding those that she has decided need her help, I write to tact and marrow.  From the basic coffee house to the boulevard of drives, such as it is in the fantastic I remember those Purple Hatted Men with great regard.  The patience I learned was from standing beside them as my mother took to the 24 Hour Cafe there steed to try and get them to call home.  During this time of Watch, I would stand just outside the cafe being very safe, for I could see everything through the window as she would witness a way to produce the coinage for the call of the Call Girl herself.

On few occasions the phone within the restaurant would indeed be of use.  For there right in front of me so to speak, they, my mother and girl would walk to the Payphone and the call was being made. The ring would be answered with a bit of luck for it was the middle of the night everywhere, but when it went the way my mother had hoped, big smiles and off to the Greyhound Bus Station we would fly.  As I would look at the Purple Hatted Man I must testify to the compassion of the entire process that would follow.

My mother was all ready for the battle to the user of the girl, so first to the car  with the girl in tow than my mother would bustle herself to the Purple Hatted Man. However in each case the Purple Hatted Man merely stood with inform.  As my mother still needed to retrieve me as I was the collateral for the coffee in the first place, the entire event was truly of wonder bred.  There we all were the car door slamming with the Call Girl inside and here comes my mom with a stride that a Mountain would have moved itself for.  Of course the Valley afforded the great bridge and the voices were of shedding, but, the path was clear and moved with the grace of the strong deluge.

Now down to the Bus Station where a ticket was purchased, another phone call would be placed and the excitement for my mother was undeniably of success and most likely progress.  She had gone and brought to place a mother and a daughter that had been separated by offensive circumstance.  In thought of the actions to the greater patience of the questions that the Call Girl would shake with provide.  Grateful for the middle of the night emptiness of these stations, the view was of great treasure, for there at every single chair a coin operated television set to stair.  Amazingly the whole operation was as an elephant to the room in a Drawing of kaboom, yet there on the minute of the loading of the bus, a hug and a big good luck of simple words, don't be frustrated your family is waiting.

To the return the kindness of the act was not missed in the act itself.  As many are of certain to have turned right about to get off at the next turn around, I like to believe that some did make it all the way back to the Mid-West where they can find stories like this one and say 'Hey that happened to me', Hell of a day.

Well in the dream as I was with an ole bunch of meanderers, there we were in the 'The Building' (otherwise known as the Church of my young life). In the chapel arena, pews were exactly as they had been set as a child with the acceptation of one that was askew. Strange to have been out of order, but as the scene goes all else was pretty much the same to that date period of hour per time.  The doors however were being shut by the now in-flowing crowd of ugh`ers (that is my word for explaining the flavor of the dream itself, a sort ugh) and I of course said to myself in this dream, this ought to be interesting.  The audience of hangers was laughing and spitting stupid ignorance about chase and catch, normal for the congress of the balance at the head.  Yet as I sat on one of the pews I looked around the surroundings and shook my head, there was something missing.  Just then I heard this tremendous knock on the double door towards the back of the actual entry to the chapel.  I sat quietly waiting for the congregation to answer or respond to the extremely loud and most obvious knock.  The people began to scramble about like a Scrabble of X at the Z of the Y in a blast of the A or the hymn of a die.  I turned slowly to see whom on earth would be knocking with such poignant insistence to find that what was missing was indeed peering in through the curtain behind the glass on the door. In fact it was my mother.  Turned out these people had locked her out.  Immediately zombies come to mind as my mothers face was in distress.  I said to the galloping people are you going to open the door, its my mother and she would like to come in;  knock, knock again.  The congregation just stared and I felt the oddness of their selfishness to the chamber of the lock that had looped this actual location to some type of cop, oh how the spice of yesterday year is so freshly cut to the flowers of the bouquet of such smells.  As the knock was becoming more insistent, the crowd in that room became smaller in felt by fell of spirit.  As their character had not changed from when I was a child, I stood up and said, can you not see that she is distressed and cold, let her in.  No one moved.  I knew that this was of the game, yet in the same understanding these ignorant fucks were not known to me as what I would consider Big Gamers, more the type of run and scatterers, killing behind closed captions and dead walls as to never have to confront the horror of their own internal intellectual actions towards any account of any act that had ever come to fruition, through either truth, dare or fact touched lies.  I got up as the knock was still in the extreme and worry of quickness to feat was on my present mind. I walked to open the door and in my vocal and audible voice I said, "She wants to come in!!" Hell of dream.

This being the waking moment of reality, I of course have risen from the dream to brew a good old fashion cup of joe to know that Original Joes in the Tenderloin is still up and running I think, or at the very least the fine restaurant, Original Joes is still open in Westlake, Daly City, California.  As the coffee was brewing I went to my own door and opened it for the honor of the cause. For what I have learned is that funny things happen at funny times, thereby leaving some mother out in the cold. Quiet possibly it is a father, or brother, or, sister, or just putting it plainly, some human being person that has been ostracized that is or has at least taken the time to knock at the door.  Lots and lots of people have been left in the cold hollows of alley death and the little bit my mother was able to do for those that seemed dead on the fact was to take a bit of time, no jury, no judgement, just a coin that made the phone able to connect with a voice on the other end that said........(I never heard the conversations at that particular point, but, I did witness a gargantuan amount of tears from the girls that were most obviously speaking to whom they loved very much).  A bit of kindness, like the ear to that hand that is able to walk to the door and answer with ability and clarity of the mind in bearings, brings to this dream the measure of complete pour.  For humanity has been lost and for my mothers sake and for my mothers wonder, I frost because people on those Party lines today just open the door and laugh while both slamming, pushing, and, betting on death as a pass.

So to the Purple Hatted Men, to my mother and send, Tamara called just yesterday, and, with scrub as her mission I can only say that memory scores to the day my older sister Tamara made her attempt on a specific time, to place of my youth.  There in a restaurant in the Tenderloin as a young child, Tamara stood up and took the pot of coffee from the Waitress, saying, I can do that.  As she grabbed forcibly the pot of hot coffee I am grateful for tables and kind Waitresses, for my sister just poured the coffee into my mothers cup spilling it all over the table itself and onto my mothers lap, it was hot,wet and a mess.  As it is a Tale, but, not really, it is more along the lines of those learning times. Had the actual act been of the midnight runs on the street with the Thermos we used to also have for the visits to downtown with 'Call Girls' and 'Johns', my sister would have drenched the already drowning.  Yet it would have scorched and burned the already freezing, and that would have ended up being an entirely different type of conversation on the Corner for the pitcher. 

Important Information Enclosed

In a harvesting state that brings with the bounty an explanation to the talkers, it is the formation of how speech blanks the wipe to the tack of satchel.  From the backpacking of shouldering around the terrific, it is in the sound, it is in more ink to sentence the structure to understanding the impact of micro-seconds.  As the persons of chambered life have sold to the foot a dance to the rooms in sending by balloon, I pleasure nothing in expression to making clear the formal invite.  In the instant of a moment breath, this blog has provided my voice with a template for the base construction of the future taste.  Spice in pepper of course asked the salt of the Ocean at Seas to craft the shipping to bring lather to a lease.  Rent for the foster freeze had a horror on the daily introductions fork, the yield produced this Site.

Chosen construction to the demolition of crumbled lives is of a vernacular that Ancients must know.  For the temple of my brain is in a proper foundation to deliver letter and post as the nail in the branch of hammering.  To have been ignored by society in total is more to identification of that slink away that Elisa did on that extremely damaging day in her parents home.  As Elisa swaggered and scattered that slink to those bearings with the flip in a single tell.  I was in the immediate of complete, and disaster did not blink.

Try on the clothes of cloaks that match the closet fell shoes, waltz time with me back to childhood news, the squeak of the silence to that bedroom I shared with my older sister.  Tamara, my older sister, faking her sleep in the night, would roll to her side when my brother entered the room for those darkly night rides.  As I turned to no avail my older sister Tamara laid awake, she would listen to the movement of the cork that was inside.  I would look to search help but the hand on my mouth held my lips from speak, the grunts made not by me but the pounding of the headboard memory shakes the window of sight. I could feel the swamp of mud and the smell of slick smashing to my bell.

In the brash harshness of reality, there are people whom have done terror to my life, like a re-run on the television or the basement garage of no escape.  Since times of my youth and that exit blocked I have always taken great care to that specific detail, for the closets have nightmares of the sticks to gum.

As I have groaned to each setting, the table is the frustration, for the knife is not dull, the spoon is not ladle and the plate is troubled by the courses served to skill.  Shall not the door be of crept and the soft language of lowered eyes to sandal, the affair in arrangement bring demise, the knowledge of the edge that a couch is a bed, makes the telephone the walking dead.  A zombie in the eats of flesh of not minding that you have now been downed to the suffering, the contagion of crisis through born virus that infects your mind to the drilling of not being at a point, but being served as the plunder.

My life is the fact that once delegated as a scapegoat there is no end to the procession of those that wish to use you in body, mind and spirit as the dumping ground.   In random questions that produce idiocy as there measure for stating 'are you okay' and then state that they are worried over your safety, I say with simplicity that none of this has ever been okay. The reason for the pipes that toot such ignorance I believe that it is done by people whom wish to save themselves from the reality of accounting for their shameful acts and actions against mankind and/or the fellow individual standing as an independent.  When a person sheds pale color to the blanket white ill of vomit stare, the are you okay can be useful should it be genuine, but today it comes with no hand, just the random pop-up of email or drop-off of guilt. Within the status that held to secrets to the full-blown testimony of watching your friend, neighbor, or passing stranger be raped by a familiar individual is the death of more than the the mental ration of a civilization.  It is the bleed that drains into and onto the streets, avenues and boulevards that have drowned so many human beings in silent agony.

The treasure of communication is brought with listen not talk, each word of enunciation to the chosen expression of a said individual is what is called a Tell.  In the depth of hell the fires are burning, desire is felled by the swampy sumps that are oil-based grease to goo the ignition to full bore death drinks.  Theses rifled published posts to the described as plight in a fight for life not a circulation that promotes jest.  Dust to Dawn, the bird to the fawn, my home is surrounded by Nature that is not passing hope as some spit word, but, knowing that 'Flight from Death' was more revealing that one would have believed.

Strong's

As also in the News of Hollywood blues the fact of the actor Bill Cosby by name and score,

in the midst of the handle of the bearings to tidal The Wave in the signal to route the paper,

for on the scribe to Nature on New Years Eve day a wonder in the happening of decision I stayed,

for the factor of Human Beings on my mind in that simple of stated an incredible revealing,

for there as I sat in pieces of laughed a Wild Bird, a Sparrow landed on my knee in the grasp.

In a swoop to the excitement I could hardly believe that this wild bird landed upon my relief,

from the beginning of this speech to the voice of belief bigger reasons than I are bringing beams!!

Lights on the shift to the sun by the trip a journey through the rough to speak with dignity,

as in the story of real lives on said the action is of counted and the grape is of lead,

wine in the barrel at a time of the pick trampled by society like an ice cream cone stipped,

statement to the phone on the calls that made fright I say this so gently that The Birds are a sight.

Clearly on the finish of the number on Posts this blog in the lather and range of the last year 2146 clear,

so on the expressed of the Train on a gear I looked to the count and found a new tear,

for the hand written time was making a steer on the spend of caliber to speaking of pier,

had any one person bothered to ask a question for surface not the smothering past,

in the exclaim of the happened by happenstance rack a certain on tale for the railing said class.

So on the fantastic of Sparrow my excitement ran spur I typed in the search for the glass of clear,

there on the google which I must say is cool the meaning of the published inked by what a fast,

for as the world spins to darlings of den the pleasure of stimulation is the answer for Seer,

to hold to the perfective so felt all the pain in a best of production to the identifying of slain.

Signs to the new respecting the gone as old are the values of stringing the dawn,

a spindle for needle the eye of temple a brain it is so plain to the tack of the revealing ink sat.

For Ever And A Day

Stall trouble below the drive of a pause be floor the breeze;

gate away the plunder fork at yield entry,

Nero barks back,

there to pass a stair stubble,

bush moving banshee clamped,

a grip vice tremble,

microphone loud ask no echo,

the gut said rust.

A Certain Flare

The time of magical voice,

transmits throughout the town,

a tonal accord,

a sound delight,

a dimensional Time is Hear!!

A hearth is not a home,

a campfire burn, it's near,

so stand yourself & know your wealth,

(do not tell)

four horsemen are; so tear.

I wept for about a year,

until I new, I feared,

what was coming, what was their,

a challenge, not a dare!!

7/24/2012

George, George, George Of The......

Falling dead breathing this planets oxygen while death expels guild to shroud, the mind to denial of list of length of sound.  The echo of harbor, a star galaxy phone in tooth gear route to bone stitch of mind suites.  Bodily last on teller in light of flight to settle grasp on the lessor of a multitude of lathers.  Turning bye design the Masses trample any insistence to message health-by-done, proxied brown the hell bagging lung to muscle tongues, a split time through marrow in a battle with lip.

Truth account settled now the fear of life shack stairs back to construction means of purchase to ravel braided bunned.  Like a Hare on the bunny-hop Christmas to New Year the ram with lambs of racking a branch to the reality of the hearing.  Court jesting a sale of fright with a bit of honey to the coffin that nails dead sprites to the vast discard of garbage vain.  To slick the wig with gel of strict combat in a job that seats the cancer to the brain of factions on smite.

Carts that have no horse contact the print with burning pleasure, as to drive blinded while lighting the chapel candle of it's just a job on the Pan-Handle.  Circulation of savaged stipulations that require more proactive values to measure the impact on the passing of news rifled to fire bulletins awareness is the media that translates opinion on delivery.  To cycle on the Channel of international details of scenes is so scattered that belief of anything has been thrown to the dogs like a chewy.

Wrapped by rotten meat that dried on the Freight shipped through Customs of transfer, the merchandise has been soaked for Sales and locked appeal in the sump.  As the ship hits the task to over tax the listener with no counter for the fed, is like the fattening of a cow for slaughter.  In the range of perk the shredder of CBS Morning News just throws out the sanity for a chortle to the death of millions drinking morning coffee.  Grinding the statistics from base commercial of whom is funding the present hour to viewers whom are stunned by the minute talk strung.

Shaft the bank to climb the Tower for on the keyboard a bright new flour will at the least know butter for the bakers of the Thirteenth floored.  On the elevator built to move with a steady on the cable it is the voice of the construction to bring the bearings of the hardhat to familiar the keys with the example on progression towards a book and a year written thirty years before, all in this now a birth to that win, for '1984' certainly is relative to the state of skipping sends.  A mark to the check of the divergent with a rail on the mind that chose to be of And in time for the fry of that will suffer all mankind, showing the inevitable told. 

CBS Morning News Station On The Chew Like A Rawhide Fax

Trains on Railcars of stilts are not abridged to counter killed, that lane is a dip on Star Planets placed. Ski-top at snowboard trails to bring lift -over a tip on the further darn of coffer.  Stick to sail on laugh to shack, an earth of many spell downs that touch foot body rot.

The failure of the listen to the ear of the know is the spanking that drowns the brain with read.  As over the gone to the roads of traveled, I sent many times to request a better hand to the how of the on of a gear shifting forward flu.  Ill are the mainstream techniques of T.V, belly to the scrub that channel switching horror.  CBS is one of the networks that jumps from death, rape and killing murders to the quick flips of talk on shopping, diet and the sport of the measured pace.

To grab oat the lost in the empty of the find leaves the advice to just hurt and die.  Again I make mention to a story that CBS ran, about a woman found with babies dead in card board boxes in her garage.  Apparently the womans husband smelled something and the scent was so overwhelming he made an investigation of his own leading him to discover the dead babies.  CBS ran the short and left the over-taxing thought of the condition of life itself to plundering.  I wonder do the CBS barrel burners know how triggering events that are shot out from base to hang blowing in the wind are extremely disturbing to their audience.  Why has the staff of the News Table supported these stories with opinion that joked about the very next stun.

Just yesterday on the CBS news opinions interjected by the News Casters about a t-shirt worn by a little girl that had survived a horror.  This little girl had survived an Airplane crash where her entire family was killed.  The little girl walked a great distance and was eventually helped by a kind man, however the story run on the CBS News pointed out the print on the little girls shirt without ever having a moment of silence for the deaths and most obvious trauma that such an accident would contain as the future of must be lived.  In this I state the nation has lost the ability to provide silence as a response, replacing those quick come-backs like James Blunts tweets.

Of course I mean no damage to James Blunt, but the International community glorified his come-backs as witty and sharp to the cut extracts of the message.  To whom may desire more, holding the account of death by respecting the living audience of survival, there are ways to conduct ones self with dignity and not shed.  

Dancing For The Raining Tears Made Try Soaked

The skill of any sole replies with print, a foot tack after the cell to ankle weight blow.  Thus travel energetic lifts silt from the filter enlivening bounce to skip through the anchor.  The stall of pound of system halts, to acquire Barn technique I have grown with the horse as a mentor of life.  This has produced the understanding and basic principle to develop the comprehension to the process of work.

In the years of many that have passed from taxing on the mind in what did shock me to death, I have gained patience to task the memories one breath at a time.  Piece work in construction has brought forward a regard for a healthy approach not the stink of rotting fish.  A balanced mention to the days of thunder in a light of walking, the sweats that lathered the thoughts with horror have been the and/or 'spice trades'.  Life is a court of drawn lines that once crossed to the x, y, z, 1, 2, 3 of what had become a daily routine.  From the bowels of the basement to the singing of a choir I have discovered it is the journey of the task itself that shouted.  Repeatedly hammered by what seemed prearranged for the disaster to take face it has been a requirement to allow the process a path for completion.

Relief from these hard core bearings came on the road that took my letters to the voice of silent to march the talk with character of correct measure.  In tunnel blindness my awareness reined determination of focus to not strain the age of birth to the involvement of what ultimately matters in speaking.  Truth is a compass that magnifies a map to the clarity of chowder, an oyster soup with potatoes and clams, secrets, pearls, muscle and land.  The shoreline view is a window with a cause to bring the lives that have been lost to the forefront so that their burial may know peace while afoot.  Treating with great care to my outcome is of a slow comb, to not tear apart the breaks but to show that being so broken had a shattering effect to those lost years.

In todays virtue of a classic burial of swept under the carpet for the flooring of sake, it still wore on my being with great hate being felt by each passing player that bumped their nose to my strife.   I bundled myself up in a curling, for the ice was burning me hot, nothing melting, just words finding the fringe and expression by the introduction of riddles.

A call to arms in the or, on the Front of a war that had battled through to not just survive, but to find sustenance in the life of love and compassion that had not been given nor known.  A defining of reality to the text of prose is the coming of the ages in and on the tack of my shoulders to the carriage of discipline.  The control of gears that shift to echo a stride of the ghost that once was a girl that had dreamed of all the treasures that Fairy Tales sheet.  In grasping humanity and the fact that Fairy Tales are nice stories but issue false hope I discovered the sake for such ribbons.  So, I tied a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree, remembered the better of dreams and put to plate the horror.  In a free written concept there were so many wonders that exampled how idea's have been passed in our history.  The by the ways, or the misses, or the hour of completes, but in this it was the flowers that I repeatedly saw die.  Spring brought hope for the bulb and sure enough up from that root a beautiful summer to enjoy the warmth of the sun along with the outdoor ventures.  Hope of the season is not necessary until the Season itself begins a drastic change.  As the weather is exampling the storms that have never been on record, yet are bringing such desperate arrangement to our lives.

Watching as to be prepared for the coming challenges I took time to slow my own self down, for it was every turn that brought yet another flash of a gun firing memory into my ready now.  The oddness of such became draining and I had to find a tempo in stride as I had seen in my past what happened to overwhelmed lives.  I believe that most do not understand that ridding yourself of treacherous horror is and does happen by making new memories with bright factors as the basis.  Yet as the sudden punches of people and their mouths appeal to drag you down memory lane one cannot help the mind in recounting the detail.  As the allowance of task with myself, I remind myself, that the reminded in and of itself, is a flag showing me that this particular situation is coming to close.  The sharp cuts I do not fear as what has been done, has indeed happened, for this I must accept and now realize that my reminder is one of caution.  A kind of early warning system that kicks you, to bring your attention to the detail of the immediate surroundings so you are not subject to being terrorized or horridly damaged yet again.

With dreams that come in my sleep I have grown to understand the fashion of the thought to finish the worry that may plague my unconscious mind more than I have braved.  As my dreams are certainly extremely different than more than a few years ago, I am so grateful for the working of the explanation on how to comprehend these buried thoughts.  More directly delivering to the face value, the happenings and interactions of that particular day find a court of reason to express or exclaim action by safe production to absorb without threats.  In sleep I have found the solutions have the silver screen effect, still bringing intensity, but also bringing comprehension to a type of settlement that relaxes me for the first time in a long time.  So instead of a festering wound that boils from seeping pus, I am able to touch the worth with a dynamic introduction to a bettering of clause.

Soldering

As I deliver this hatred to task your lips with read Barron, tis only lunch.  For dine upon this livid lean thee barter hath spinach's cream, thy sill be done include the window blink.  Rye eyes wilt brows to Sigils shroud, Time team last sentence cause oft claim, virtue Carn grasp nasal plug to guide be fare.

~ ~ ~

Hush

The left of right,

a venture not plight,

a risk to courage,

results a guess.

A part to see with able reads creates a sum,

plant the seed.

written 2/11/2014

Commercial Project

When you find yourself in the eleventh hour,

stop, and take a shower,

this moment of reprieve will allow you not to tease.

Standing back to take a look allows time to read,

or,

write a book.

A simple Thought: 

Not to talk!

written 7/25/12