There is no other corridor to take in life
Than the unknown strange feeling.
A call of circumspect disrespect.
To trash the icons and heroes of lore.
I cannot do it better.
That method has proven in time,
To be fit for a time.
In an ever unnassuring
Sequence
That stands the testament of service.
You haven’t seen my side for awhile.
It’s only now, looking forward to my 70s.
That I am getting to know who I’ve been all this time.
Hopeless, sad sack, looks like a slug.
And I’ve been salted and brimmed
With holiness of the awauaaestanaace.
Of what it is to prevail amongst heroes.
Torn-dusk.
Is what was given upon me.
Like a skeleton cobbled with the framework
Of poor ideas.
That ate away at me and corroded.
Even in origin,
I really like the new method.
The transquirfiizx,
That ultimately of all that I have accomplished,
Even in join-tcollective.
I have somehow adnourished,
I don’t care much for lying-to-myself.
Betrayal at every site.
Nihilist-in-action.
And justice is somehow frozen.
Immortalized in origin
Of thea terreianaeasn aurrorau. A
. and somehow the natives persist.
Break the white-brick-wall.
We all quite know,
It’s grey.
Once you hit bedrock.
On every mountain one were to climb.
And i scratched kilimanjaro with nails.
And my birth was at the tip of everest.
Li.
In my name.
Whatever it may be, come forth with some sort of trust.
Not much is said for those who trust.
Do not grill in agony.
It’s supposed to be a sunshiney day.
I’ve grown tired of that and living the bombtrack of radio hits.
Agent Orange never got rid of the cancer.
A kippuri-cleanse later and it’s only
My silenced-sirensong made by swahcahns.
That stride me.
Even I see you as my team.
Bicker and forth.
I’m on everyone’s side.
You too found something wrong with this aim,
And in that – let my guilt surmise you.
I promised, a cool cool summer.
And September is in corners of the vertex
Of the doctrine of legacy.
In America.
I found my way back.
JarHead got stranded.
And pointed toes.
Been a long time.
Never once.
Only grey
If i had to perform in Camis.
Your movie is cute.
Get real.
Let the workers work.
And leadership may sighinrelief.
If only anyone had told the truth once-in-awhile.
Sometimes –
It’s the quiet hum in silence,
And that is the little song of trust
That I hear in you.
Sometimes in all your weakness,
Your echo is charades to pains of long lives lost.
Where trees grow only to remind
Why those who promise to return.
Rather say Hi and continue on the Job.
You won’t leave me 24.
It’s me or never.
Forever young.
I used to think that was just an insult.
Now I say thank-you.
65 years to glimpse beautiful.
I prefer strange and demure.
Enigmatic for primes.
And my time is no feat of vestibule theory.
The unclocked.
Always sees the sunsets.
And violet eyes for pries of UV light.
Has shreiking the shroud and greenhouse glasses dissipiate.
Bet on your favorite-snake-in-the-sky.
Consider myself your-enemy.
Dear.
I rather go nonverbal.
And for that, a promise in silence.
Semper vestreioesruos,
For leak aonealdlkaj leaiof earn .
Took a job for you, a
Nd look fwhat it did.
Now we’re old.
And I still got another few planned.
Just-in-case.
Think of more like a locket, than a watch, or key.
I’ve had my eye on you.
I know your suffering.
Don’t allude you haven’t enhanced mine..
Wind down.
I talk with the color-sounds of aura breeze now.
Maturity kept docet on jump-street.
No more of that.
Show you profound.
I thought I would’ve been grey naturally by now.
Much more to do.
The america.b-day seems fruitful.
24 in vessel, 68 on the roll.
I’ll take it.
I like hearing the eras in my genres too.
Shuffle it, this time.
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