though the impromptu ambition glides dangerously close to the hedonism splashing into the sides of the walls of the luge track, and though my back is not connected save but for discs, still i cannot phantom the ingenious design oft respondent towards mine misgiving. yay, though there were a reason for to say, and howlie thine impersonal injustice is not thrice misgiven, still there belies through the banyan tree shade any number of blades of grass hoping to be experienced in the mid-eighties of the wednesday morning air. and so while my haphazard distraction comes crashing down on my filial promissory shangrila i yet gaffle at the warmest side of the waffle, and place it back in the pan buttery and melting against the seared edges until the steam rises lightly and gently into the hazed kitchen morning light.
chivalry completes the transgression – improbable and yet highly inline with the likelihood of impersonalization. yeti comes into the picture perfectly aligned with the pirate ship sailing unto the shore of request – his long lockes of shredded and mangled grey and white camouflage hair and fur covers his eyes but still he sees, yeti – and while the skull and crossbones fly his armistice is safely partitioned inside the barrels often collapsed within the angrily partitioned apartments denoted for rental. find inside your demon’s heart a weary and worn path and ye shall not regret and ye shall not repent and ye shall not find forgiveness anywhere but underneath the moonlit trials of the sky where the darkest hour is lit by the path of those before you and those coming aft will nigh recompense your surfeit imposition for the signs dangling off the lightpole are infatuated and information grows freely twixt the sidewalk and the curb – where the boulevard grass is cut by an hourly wage worker – where the debris in the street is collected by hand and swept up to keep from dinging the precious cargo carriers of lexus, bmw, porsche, and more.
come clean inside the broken shelf mount and remember to compensate the book ends with a portrait of loosely stained tea leaves, for there is another grief-struck mourner harbored neath the complications that surround imbibation and simplify any less than hopeful carousel of shiftless grief hoping to compound with the faceless and harbinger simplicity whereunto a lie is complex and the truth more simple, where the edges of words are broken and the face of disaster masks her features by playing off the fortunes of the ages. how easy tis it to assume no responsibility – how improper to blame all this on the man in the sky and someone’s interpretation of what he wanted for them to do with their conscious life. if this is a respectable society – i would hope that we could occult some modern form of actualization and re-educate our spiritual gurus into a more contemporary determination of the love that hath been formulated through the centuries by those with the greenest thumbs and the property values of life along with the mortgage crash and the trillion dollars marks have been affiliated with the greediest of shafts, where the spines are grown from the murky waters usually holden neath the clouds as they ascend through the seventy foot root tips and the happiest showers fall gently through the glowering pissed off consumers not happy that they spend more a week than they take home – and how long will we want to walk with those who chew off our fingers rather than those who kiss our fingers and toes – and how long will the gumballs, caramel popcorn, chips, soda, candy apple green apple sour straws, nougat, chocolate covered mac nuts, strawberry tea kool aid, and respect be bottled and not labelled for individual resale while we hold our hands out to be filled with love the dirt and pesticides come flooding back from those whose lips breathe lies from emory moments where they settle for the worthless intonation and there is naught a bright moment in their unrespect for the living or the gracious and their host is buried inside the grown gravity of shelter.
come inside the hapless indiscretion – and repeat when you would like to wash clean from the heartless indiscript proliferation – help me wander into the night darkly – and watch as my hands are shred against the leaves of the cane – while inside the barky stalk there is something lovely and sweet to feel and to taste these leaves will leave my holding anything sliced up and the red of mine life juice is blended with the pure love of the sugar – and this is the moment that the gecko falls from the wall – consumed with blending into the bug-consumption his little feet hath slipped from the edge of the reality checks made payable to any proprietary party. do not be whispering when the day comes to a completion and do not see in the windows when the greatest approach is the one that is unseen.
were it up to me – i was ready to commit to this improbable notion – however then when it became not a reasonable effigy – now how would that seem to look when viewed outside the local situation and impressions are hopefully – and there was a reason that this light line was built inside the momentary hope – and while the barge is plenty safe for cargo and vehicles – do not rest your elbows on the thoughts of those whom are older than you or those who own more property than you – for you will be diced and shrouded in the delicate flavors that they have been cultivating for generations – only to leave upon your shirtsleeve and trade for your heart – because you cannot truly ever know that this love will make it through those difficult times – and you cannot ever instruct the design of another’s heart – so that when they begin to stray from your devotion you will be hardset to manifest enough emotion to allow them a stay.
hold your head up high and walk over the edge before you are ready to cease. don’t be coddled by this fooling disease. beware your causation when you realize that this was what it was worth fighting for and yet given up so easily – and this was a tragedy – though those are not as nice to see as the comedic – so allow that to simply exist forever – this tragedy. this wicked tragedy.
may those ample shadows come again through the responses oft yet merry again – may mine imperfections be those attributes i cannot escape for the reason that i must complete the cycle again – may my beguiling impersonation oft self recognize the truth that builds inside the dark of night when dreams fall through the ceiling beams and my greyest dungeon is naught for love – there inside the purple haze of downright loveable characterization i would again be met with surreal improvisation against the backdrop of mourning dew – there the spider’s webs hath drawn the guiding fibers all set to see – and how the managerial preposition sets inside the walls of life to me – i would neigh be set upon the sleigh at noon nor ready to surf at three – again the willows will weep for you and again they will smile for me – there was never such the lightest bright as when the lite-brite came on again in the morning – for christmas eve brought with us and with me such a warm and glowing feeling for self and for family – the appetizers the meals and the beverages – all glorious in recognition.
ambivalence trumps concession
