Her Grapic memory had turned to lead and Soul-a-man with all his wisdom could not discern whose child it was-and grew in affect an angry manner to have been misread and in consequence effected a faulty interpretation of history so deeply penetrated in to modern times exactly patterns the autoimmune disease aides can be traced to an exactly parallel genetic misreading of the human hereditary material-that Soul-a-man's frustations had laid a conception of fault, fallacies and rote application to mankind,in his judgements,visions, inner strenght-created an air of refusal doubt, challenge, rebuke, and revolt-seeded of Soul=a=mans noble, notorious, and pious
reputation as a leader of unchallenged wisdom, immaculate, open and unbiased intellect, a never failed tester of the will and finest of the human character and instinct.
Conceiving and Retreating in the Sauty Desert
Dear Heddenline
...and her shoes were number nine....
isn't that mathematical
as profound as it is contractual
as might have been contactual
as my own life is factual.
when one =1
I two am blue
for you
Hedon's one
istic's lore
a conflict four sure
where the water goes down
on hedonistic sands
on chastity's shores
passing the
egress
to a listfull of-fiscial an-notateing a colombocuebine column
of prefermed figures
Beatrice did
photo
"Graph" the old flying bat
with a camera in the head
Transgressed from behind
Transgressed from ahead
her photo of Graph
had been turning to lead.
As we were a' lesting
beyond this regression
though Eden
hedon's shortcut
laid stone
of a way
fair to no ladies winds
as too a man's
old chastity
and conquest
corked
in his tinned sins
A sign had pointed the way
"moses we must retreat, turn"
The sands of Eden
The son of Hedon
a wretched way of wives
water harvested from the valleys of Golbal Gobul pitiful gobblings
have half a pit-full-mon
in the dork full moon
ashadowed, thought, painted and had in Hadons honor in'his full view to be sure -n- both-ered-n-trusted an' in
thrusting want
"thief, animal! ("I lust and pray your return)"..
and as singly pointed as his painted way
as the evil hands of chance
had had her looking the same
"one halve -n- in-sight be hard fined in the full dork"
-n-he-retired
trusted
n-all-a-rolled along as Surly
the via wisiz triafist
arose to sea
and ante dwist
had abyst sparted h's
eddi stwyst
a dewdt playste
his ole editon of the nile's nill
toiled travel
nill tolled
sistactical tune
of me-assured an-a Anhonorhror's
Establublkeetm'n Tenshakt's
past
an' regresssed through Eden into the desert sands
an ole story to be stoled
telled on the ole null paved rusted stroll
It was a boy!
how'ed she
the old grueled
wrench
even guess
from an odds
that Tome-to-be To-bet conceived:
howled my ole lead ridden cup
of this Soul-amans' mighty boosted
conquered
connedguest
"East of
Eden"
has'a regressed pas the stands of the nill
And If-a Soul-aman's son rises set .....?
La trieste...as greecilly as the lead doesth still flow till today
never ended
Kneed to keep
and lost 'till Nined-n-sparred
got a' sole in one:
an' As-an-ass-an'i laid, overlapped
the fooled
foul-lawned two placed unseen Hadon
A Soul-amon on the right
A Fouled-lawn-ed on the left
that 'd only a further distant light in the dork known
That
Had'ron overlapped the mark
mistealed to Hedon
a'loan to the ol' wrench
now a leaded tool
to Decembers Remembers' next line
of Demarkimade's cruelifications
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.