Thursday, May 22, 2014

How!! To Write A Fountain To Ride The The Balanced Horror

Discounting said bye to fed,
the Cable of the Morse Code is,
loudly speaking clique's mode,
many of more descriptor's shore,
count the sand to ton the grain,
for it is a salty brine to sing.

The Dali Lama taught me from,
afar I learned to beat the done,
'round and 'round the merry go stun,
next to they the chemical bung,
a Clone, a Holy-graphic Sign,
you won't be dead you'll devine.

To aid and not to a bed,
I state again the Dali Lama said,
I request a difference lead,
the change to challenge the growth of death.

To assume would be an ASS,
to donkey such a Feat,
to presume would be an ASK,
do you wish a freedom lead?,
to accept delivers CACHE,
the deeply seated is a Bath,
to sync the best of wisest guides,
to ENTER Ports Of Peering Times,
supporting more than one of kind,
the gender is the radical line.

Back to Pope in no such hope,
interest lies to fill the soaps,
played with Bishops, Queen and Pawns,
I say let the Knights go long.

The kick of out to expect advice,
came to late and here's the Nice,
craft the come to issue thumb,
it's not to Cesar that roam did shun.

There I see in each a speak,
past to present in Ancient link,
choice became the dues of strain,
my blood runs red to veins that fed,
the Mind to Brain in Cell of Sane,
as this is a Life in it's Self.

The World is in Horror,
yet only one Dali Lama retired is doing the Walk-About?

I shout "Music is the envelope, a sealed one now."

You braked the Man I stood to planned,
warming gently to inking simply,
the prelude to this very spoon,
the buttering of bread,
a peanut to shell,
the Ocean is not Blue it's the Bay that rises with Glacier die is,
Al Gore called so long ago.

One, Two, Three Strikes to Be,
a letter opener with no seal to break,
for the Male sang and it's a great escape,
to know that the water boils in lakes,
burbles in see,
and waited to watch so the proof was the LOTS!!


It Is The Year Of The Hoarse And You're Being Punked BY Steers In Force

already written in the passing of a day that I lived to sadly witness in the handwriting lears of Naturally woken to the evident broking.

Defining The Name of Original Send,
an observation of the Pope is he saddled the Been,
to saturate the suck of the bones of Men,
that are Dead and Buried beneath the Fen.

I have a Message from Them,
the explanation of this torturous lend,
is the evidenced of why Catholics do Exorcisms that Ask,
STATE YOUR NAME AS YOUR BOSSY and I am the Brain that Intellectuals have Trained to..

The Scene of the Crime Written in Line Two Years Behind,
the Simple is know Complexity has roots too.

Battling, the Grounds, the Earth, it's Turf and it's Real to Birthed!!

During the Regime of Satan,
Lucifer shall be Silenced,
by the horror of such a shock,
that God Himself,
shall fall-dead.

In this Celestial Battle,
the barrage of man,
into the spiritual,
will be met with the blood of innocence,
on the hands of no one person.

For in the Fall of God himself,
from the Heavens above,
he shall have sacrificed nothing for these cries.

The death shall have been,
not swift but sudden,
from the emotional sight,
of what Man has done.

The Battle Cries,
of the Once opposing side,
shall cease with such an amazing speed,
that there is no-wonder.

As They loved Their Father

Not One Human Being,
will be privy,
to the Pain, to the Agony,
of the Dark Angels.

No Head will hang,
not a prayer will have been said,
only rejoicing will be heard,
on the assumption of what has now become absurd.

I quiet my own,
to respect this tragedy.

The Scene is Surreal,
and the Fear, Immortal.

For Their Father,
the Lord God Almighty,
has been Smited,
by the hand of man kinds,
Hatred, Doubt, Transgression & Sin.

As Darkness looks upon the Other,
an Entity on the Horizon,
is confirmation that what has happened,
is murderous and without question,
Treason Against A Celestial.

Joining 'The Brethren' of the Divine,
I stare.

With disbelief and sadness,
for few take heed,
or will consider,
in this Template of War.

I testify to the truth of level,
and the Lord that Was.

Rise not to the Occasion,
for as this has come to be,
You neither felt or cared to know of it's Transparency.

Another Confirmation,
to the deeds to come.

The Future is Bleak,
for I feel,
Anger at this Action,
will turn Fear into Rage,
and Revenge from the Darkest Fare,
will not be felt,
but realized by the manifestation,
into Flesh;
by All of what Was,
and is no more,
the Under-Verse.

Joined by Their Brothers,
an Invitation was Sent,
and 'An Order' delivered,
to the heaven that was,

"Join Me or Burn as 'An Arch-Angel' of Mercy,
 in a Spit-Fire black Dialect,
 immersed for repeated time in the Power-of-the-Light. 
Set in a Void........"

(Screams below, the Skies Fall) 


"Turn aside from the Coats of Defile,
and pick-up Your Internal and Seductive Mind,
for 'OUR' father has been taken by the Instant."

"The Sight-of-Man,
and the 'Conditional Tongue' with which men speak,
reached his Heart through a Spiritual View."

"Imploding his Soul,
into an Ashen remain."

"We Are Alone."

Satan Spake

As I listen to His Repose,
I am filled with questions.

My Sight of such,
has brought no pleasure into my life,
for Home is Know more.

Watching this Parade of the Celestial,
as the Mass chapels a response,
greeting one another,
I am baffled by the Comradery that has been recovered by...

The Blackness Encompasses each of Gods Warriors,
as They fall knot,
but in the Flight-of-the-Run,
join the Fallen One.

Not changing sides,
but abandoning the skies,
for the feet of mortal men.


A Calculated Response,
to an unwholesome action,
has left a godless nation,

Know "All" Time !!

As I See a View,
of the Untamed,
I search for any sign,
of the almighty himself.

There is nothing!

I continue deep into the Night,
and in the early hours of 'morn,
imploring Nature itself,
to bid her due...

Where has He run?

I Scream!

The communication is set-forth,
 by Mother Natures concern for the 'Wild-One.'

I rest not.

The Search is over,
remembrance ranks my mind,
with the temper of the most ancient pass:

long it has been,
since the time of witness,
of such an unbearable thought, End.

As the agony enhances my Minds-Eye,
I have the complication of a Sage.

For it is Me,
which has been entrusted to bleed.

An Archaic Faucet,
opens to the turning of the tides,
in an effort to stop the impending flood,
of the darkest matter,
upon whom will bare,
such a baffling and cunning decree.

An 'Order of Cause'
is issued by a 'Universal Writ'
to bring to justice,
the mind-blowing beings,
as Murderers of Rage.

I'm floored by the Writ,
of the
Galactical Stars.

In a Moment-of-Law,
I attempt to take flight,
to join whom I cannot find.

Grounded by the Forces of a Godless Earth,
I can feel the upsurge of Nature,
to purge.

Preparing for a Battle,
on her dirt, I gasp;

I am not Hurt!

My Mind rebels,
as a silent scream escapes to no avail.

What creature shall live,
as the dark-ones prevail?

A moment of callous assumption of man.

The Declare of Understanding,
a Spiritual-Hand,
not forced a demonic re-soul;


I plead,

"Did You Knock God Out?"

Your lack of faith, 
and constant rivalry with Your Fellow Man-Kind,
destroyed that which You Profess to stand.

in deeper thought,
I retreat for reason.


A Higher Power,
is a Continual Phase.

I continue to listen,
You Speak with No-delicacy,
(your words)
'As "We" Understood Him.'

You have underlined this in Your Text,
all over this World.

So You know of His death?

I'm Blind with the Sight of this,
my Minds-Eye is Aghast,
I search to quit,
these workings of mine.

I blink to know myself,
not Sight.

A treacherous and vicious turn-about!

I feel numb,
with the anticipatory reveal of Your motives,
You 'Wake' a spelling voice of a Voodoo Shack,
Lucifer is back.

How foolish of Me to believe,
that there was a glimmer of anything like,
Hope or Faith.

For in my face,
You question the meanings of such Words.

Have You finally realized the loss?

Knowledge is not found,
it is Realized,
but, should Natural Knowledge there-wit be gained,
you shall Perish in the Evidence of Your Shrinking-Thought.

The Gift of Wonder,
shall be robbed from You,
You shall die in Mind not Spirit.

For an Everlasting & Immortal Death,
shall be held in an accord for this sin,
which You have Propagated against,
God Himself!

Witch-Craft is for the Vain of Heart,
and You enveloped Your Beings in it's Magic,
as Satanic Reproach.

Listening to the Rehearsal,
of Your fruitless manor isms,
towards other beings,
brings Me to my knees,
so that I may recognize,
 that which You have accomplished.

For in my prayer,
I know no end,
to this means of defilement,
that I have had to witness,
in my person.

Forth Coming,
shall be the Curse of Man.

Make Evident Your Store!

Satan has His Lore,
and I know His Father,
is the dying Lite on the Horizon,
You Hit.

The Battle,
which You have Waged,
will be the War of this Earth.

Walking Upright,
and on two feet, not four,
Serving as the Tender,
for which Darkness shall Trade Your lives upon.

The Failure to Appear,
shall be marked with the Postage of Voice,
and the Message Written,
will become Self-Evident as Blown.

Not even a burial for the old man,
no Marker to represent His place,
just gone, into thin matter of change again.

I'm repulsed

Changing the Future for the Past,
reminds Me to Listen.

I can Hear the Drumming of the UnderWorld,
to each beat, I can match the Head, the Face,
to the Echo.

What have You done?

Waking the Enlightened One,
for the Next-In-Charge,
was thrown to Earth,
to Serve a Sentence,
of Disobedience on Remand!

Or, Maybe this was part of a Grander Plan,
or maybe You just didn't think,
that with the King's death,
A Prince would Stand,
to Take His Rightful Heir and Crown,
in darkness, on land.

Hence, The Message has been Delivered,
Pure Resurrection, a Sliver.

This Sage's Reveal

My Examples We're Called Into Serving Not Voted For Churning To Suck This Agitative State

Batter the Bred to Heritage Keyed,
to lock the fix of the bead,
as my Nana did lead,
to support my Papa in a fight of treed,
the voice of the window did not offer,
it aimed at the forehead of the threat in the set.

I am the offspring of a Cleric in Flecked,
taught in a crucible of always to best,
turn from the propaganda to open the Let,
stupidity should be the sin of this fret.

Since no pain is issued with Net,
the worth of the thrown is opened to comb,
out with the snarl the growling does bite,
upon the ring of fingered in tight.

Emblem the Shield to Noticeably Scenes,
theirs puts redemptive qualities to deem,
mine is the basis of the natural Human Being,
in comfortable suit to issue the boot,
B.D.S.M. is an ART for the Nark!!

A Pope that Proclaims to have a Gods Ear,
the cellular phone is already a cheer,
now that the evident needs no wire to lear,
remote is the access the island is dear.

As representation demands applications,
the Catholic condemns the Yoga of Mend,
the Spiritual called to Insanity Maul,
I say the Drug is you're Cock in the Call,
of the Roost in a small,
the Hen House of laid,
is breaking the eggs to fry the Pompey,
with Volcanics in Kaye. 

The Moon in descript is an awfully big tip,
does it inquire or out what is nipped,
the footprint of said in James Blunts appeal,
first it's the blast and than it's a real,
as known not to guy I speak of a why,
the release of my knight comes from heavily lights.

Mid Brackish Tarring Issues Curbs In Reign Of Absurds

As the WORLD needs WATER,
and as I VERSE clause,
the Stanzaed Riddle remains to Fiddle,
with Minds in MIddles Of NO Confides.

The Laws of written in exact of litten,
the wrath of Venued is began with First Site,
the steam of the Engine in a Painted Warred Fight,
know the Vibe is not Eclectic it is Electrifying the MASS Denial of LIFE ITself.

Announce to the parcel returned to the bark,
animals of Earth the dirt of you're start,
changing the Matter to the Darkest of Mark,
the name is the number and the call to Lark!!

Sparrow to barrow the two handed part,
wheel to horse the one up in legged,
armor to shield announced to revealed,
squash to the gourde the skull is a bowl in the sauced of the Toll.

Admissions in tack saddle this knack,
the ride of the girth in tightening rehearsed,
sync in the instrument of not penetration,
you are the force of the nest generation.

Dear Pope in the Castle of Rome in an Actual,
I sear you to the Destiny of Tactual,
by design of you're Robes in Rites that do throw,
down on the pour up with the nuer,
for you have only stood upon the Alter in a Pawn,
I meet the challenge of this Destruction Head on.

Facial recognition of open Crucifixions,
nailed for the Thor in the Zeus of an aughter,
clap that White Cloak to the Marriage of Death,
as certainly known you do not fuck wife.

You have trod upon favor with grate in discretion,
pocketed Cross on a Neck that is lost,
entombed Men beneath to steep the wreath,
for all know the Old is the Bones of the Neats.

Descriptors of Like have you Library of Same,
announcements come with a 666 Claim,
bound in the best of the heritage lest,
craft is the Dagger of the Belt worn to Dress,
and you wear slippers as an Elf or kest.

Leather the sandled to get the point,
boots are for those that ride with a joint,
elbows are held to gallop the track,
knees are for bending to increase the exact,
spines are for carriage the form of your lack,
teeth will identify the sabered attack.

Am I Sleeping, Am I Awake, Is It The In Be Teamed?


I whistle in my Mind,
as I lay my head to sleep,
upon my pillow rest is neat,
I close my lids to open breath,
the sight is strange,
a lurid state.

Not yet has sleep come to visit me,
just the case of preparing as,
I tried to flip from side to side,
but this stop won't find a dumb,
be going on for I don't know,
a while now.

Rather interesting I gave up halt,
no more worries it seems a shalt,
relaxing eyes for further my,
films of moving pictures ride.

Topping fascinating state,
is the multiple of Scenes in that,
at first disturbing gave to wrath,
than the Seen had it's worth,
now it's just a nightly deed,
almost like the wrap of she'd.

A check-in so to gently speak,
it is much better than a phone,
the quiet reel plays away,
looks to be News to me.

In the usual prelude sleep,
I generally fall asleep to roll,
I wonder do these things than seep,
into the parts that I don't dream.

Again last night I woke to shook,
thought that person was in my Nook,
coffee, eggs, bacon call?
not the words were singing how.

Strange Evenings Wake

Exampling Start

I have been of Invitation,
asking, e-mailing, publicly Posting,
even Tweeting,
the most of the uncomfortable plead,
yet the response continues to be,
the stones of the past thrown back at me.

It has been said the direction is etched upon the Soul,
without one you are lost and never to be whole.

Consider the circumstances,
a youthful told,
the matter of being worried for years,
under conditions of mentioned,
the search was so pensive.

The Dali Lama, the Pope, the Singer at large,
all whom I've contacted by Web letters car,
the first came back in a form lettered smack,
told that he was to old to even write back.

The second proposed went to local domes,
I was pushed away told wait by the phone,
the call never came not even a bone.

The last put in third a Singer I heard,
albeit the order may be a bit sorted,
not even a peep, a letter or shirk,
just plain old silence as if I am dirt.

I watch as the first tours the World,
to speak or to spread encouragement bird,
for the second is busy with saving face with the Church,
no matter I'm sure the exorcists heard,
in the third case scenario I placed a value of taste,
in fact he was closer to what I did hate,

Repeat the numbers up to a count,
now I begin to question the crowd,
an audience engaged is like asking the flu,
are you an illness that says fuck you too.


Bit Week Require Adenine

Lever the Playing Field with fear not doubt,
drives the Wit to hide for security,
not search out the person.

Banish a Mind to the blotch,
key the I to a derm,
chapel a certain,
destroys to concrete a Curtain.

Draw the sheet of reveal,
come from the Wares of Real,
encouraging the find,
than unique will know resolve,
should the Quest be us all.

Off like a Shot the rib it was popped,
given to produce the second in truce,
the first not mentioned,
to later I found,
that there had been a split based on eminence.

Who's on Top

Make mention of such to ask or touch,
immediately told "You're a Devil a Horror"
again I beseech not what has been written,
rather the words in the stream of the zip.

'Times versed Bahut'
a mid evil chest,
is Pandora so that the Arc must go?

Could not there have been in the back tend,
the simple understanding that the words were a canning?

To search and to find that not all would be bind,
enjoying the growth without told I stoke,
heavily waited to many questions,
no answer inquires these types that are dire.

A thirst with a ladle makes portioned to spoon,
a trip around the World looks to be doom,
the search of the truth is buried with lies,
a viable life is the breadth of it's try.

Eclectic Burke