when doth hope lies and estates of new beginings begin to come a way it is good to remember when it all fades hope ful wants and dreams to begin all play a way in what is menat to come or not meant to show there I am again being fececious but I will awaken to tommomrow and hope that all is not of no gain until then me and my friends will scurry to the spot and give new remembrances to what is now at at my side and the the earth rocks and rolls moving to the next morn

the never need of prostity is a fluid roll it makes up something like a crsant and its great to eat butnot when its a tire or such. to much to little to late findings grow and give of that until it makes worth work for its findings not comfusing me or my apple tree then denoting to many truths leaves me all around all in the mix trying to define things that don't make since don't ask me why did I write them I intend to always make since no matter what. I try to anyway!!!

grapping the grripsalle of tommorow textleave best of wind out friended and in a twine for oll maliities of encrytive notions freed froa sublime nirvananmight just change the way aI looked at heaven never given a ray and ways to daymade Fred while the sun go down. Hounds and hounds chase abon my feet so now I just rise hopping over tal gate fences and fee wya post no gost to push the dreeser in front of the door and if there were only a signof 2 not 3 left in the mind. Moving into willicers and stilft coffe all over my Easter dress whew thank got i don't have to wear that thing any more!!!

dilapidated dialities and fixating formalities have not found me still. Nothing but need and hope preclude this fixings like icing on a cake I ahe a series back whn of art called death and now it has become me. True enough there is reared findings of doubt beneath what is left for me not to see or hear nonethe less the best is yet to come says the sun. Its prismatic colors ride on the bus and dance as dante and his whores remind me of satan and I knew I would never make we sit now on the right hand side of god hoping medusa will turn us to stone lot has failed hes lost the wholy grain and Iran has planes to resurect Ismael. Finding no need for heed of the mind time is unraveling backwards to truth. Mean while the sun screams of a booth a box of ballets that will not stop and hopes of a women to stand high of knowlegde and time that will not stop. Hoping freedom will rock and let us all be free land that betwict beneath the sea hoping the knee will rise to walk on water. ANd the queen shall rise once again!!!

unfourtunate finding says doctor tarani this phiber optic catipilleaiar I think its raining outside and I can't feel the dew drops motion less is the rose petal it drifts mind rifts of catipulting cunvulsions of rymes all coming in the mix cake batter I stir and stir smelling rooms of heaven places of new assembly lines of peace and like it I am soft and with a moist breath I make movement fdfirt lightly like down time and noon made me mad and whispered to much noise for thunder to be black and yet red fills the world hurts kids lkike bo boos bo bo in halloween chhristop nextmoth for the robin makes the insane inteliectual zanaglo american scream for more woiealth and health yet we pay taxes hope for hate and negate new myesttries of the down time a place place laid somewhewre where me and driftwood done found some grand old opry and no singers just cut up wood and dingers hand callased and course of a LIfe of death or whoops builiding bloclks of dna hurt my dna so I died at 25 she said for her sun it was sad and found him in jail my dna has to be rewritten like that batter does and it combines to give some life like quite no other found new weather but still the thunder turned and weent back into the sky these wise guys carying this ornaments of next month I found this trnk with no memories in it and pandora or katy or liz screamed I told that hoe to get bak in the box as if she was never there. FIgment of ne wminds ahve to fill the air and yet I star red eyed in my face looking at me dead anddna. Maybe it mty x and y. maybe I sould start mixing them or am I going to far handicapping more testo what if I could build a lumbered bridge. and reduce pressure and my bunion on my bunion nad get to my bunion luber jack flack vest I use to wear and love so much from dna and yet I die dna hey no fires to sell for the kids now they are waiting for the next the final the infinte the everlasting well and time repeats more dna. they say you know you only have 82 through 98 years to live through that time how many times can you repeat time to many dna has us doctor less I use tot never go to one thank god cause all I wanna do now is get to the other side jakin frobeirt ister tioddilingis toppings of frotings bite cupcakes they taste so great ummmm.. Time has turned into cum, as if I didn't know. hey you know we can all go back in time to when men went as hwoles and fucked women and they had babies and became ice n\cream men and milk men and analizers and all this stuff and women just got dissed from no do do to only cooking to rocks and sucking dick to back to the old. all for cum and and so I die will they ever get it.

prabbles leave minds unfoulding these ides of catakismic dialasis throughout time these formating networking skills perplex finite iternet either regions trough and in betwenn the mapple bsh. And then there was Cush some say through and wide some say deep and wide some just lay open as 13 inches of rock hard steel pierce the atmmosphere. Are we in fear seems not Polls show we ahve a womens president on the way sitting on the dock of the bay boats float and come posting hoist deep 300ft. Blacks mine for astrology acordig to ancient African geometry, arcitecture rises and Nefertiti is killed by slaves through caves stalagtite metamorfes water cces and I like popsicles.

I am diagnosing proportinate findings gravitating betweens lines and things findings rymes and things hiding the mind and things if was time ti song I would find some sort of mind and sing an dfinding new hinds and things would be this sort od mind it seems to be me and this ryme and rythm could not find me hide if it would be hid ein the recline of me still I see submurged with the word that has nocost but to stand behind me if I can win and give ways to words and leave words supporv-b thenmy story would be herad whats the syestem word how undefinded could the mind could recline and leave those foutunate findigs and things left behind no is the time to take bake the time and not give cxost to the things that go back and in some wya s rverse the =mind my mind reclines and fines times and reasonses giovuing seasons and hope gives aways to dope and mean is the sceem and the drema leaving me behind says that my worth is not worht the mean I understan not that I ahve top travel to aplace an find it gereat and distant in its form and giving harm and reason not giving season to pain is the brain left in my nbrain thesese folks have gopt to amitntain and that feel so deep real is the skly ant he layer that has gfot to deal with hoping these things din't become so the the sun sdhum and in times folks give flkack an and can't even run hope that have fun anbd then they can't even be guna dn the sun and the shun will rise!!

hey you and me sees past someplace and time where forces and hope meets thine eyes who knows whe the tide turns and the earth moves groves and shifts giving rifs and motions to form so sweet rytmic pattersn of life. and destiny and forms and hopes and dreams believe not where the tide rises and gives truth and a booth a newname my plane resounds nwew forms of hope coping with thtis dope that has me at a lost now I'm finding fear wiht nothing and with no cost. Needing me has got to be something hthat I ahve paid with a due cost. Now the morning comes whtever and the hell that means. Growth and hormones....................

no doubt and fear when all that is of me is left to be in in the wind and find kites of molecules to fly around and make some since of hope. Leving doubt as the road runner runs with new addidas from off the rack we stack way high into the air todeclare new mysteries and hopes of our own peace while yease and flesse and geeses all seem to fly around at the same time II'm not gonna hide my mind I'm gonna be like jack and tewll you about dis and dat get you off of my tat cause you don't know how I can roll with that see G and be a bee and won't find a flee in sight nowhere Many moneys and funny stones all on the ground but folks still homeless.

hey where is the light and hopes that find dreams pathways of destiny that give truth where knowledge and life finds peace. There is destiny and there is truth finding dreams and paths that negate to find hope that never gives forth light when caution and destiny finds dreams. I'm sending 2 loves and 3 hopes for my own eyes where there leads not to find destiny. Men and hopes finds truth and nothing ceases when there is drought and nothing feels pain when there is nothing lost but truth. Who knows when there is nothing that exist but thereis life and hope that gives necessity for knowledge but the eyes of the truth and the gate that gives ove hopes where there is truth that exist in freedom. There exist between nothing in the first light where hope finds dreams and there are no paths that thine eyes can find when paths of hope arrise. hen finding truth and there is nothing but that that will exist in the eyes of the fines of the gates and the escapes of the mind find reason to give truth where there exist in freedom.

negating nothing found yeterday I saw tree sones al filled with some crystalized form of goop and now there just will be one some seems to see the saun and fun found negating reqaltionsal fields an hopes and wisdom of all things given left to none who won I'm crossing the finish line and freeing bumbble bees. While flees harvest over stuff i wanna use on my face pacing four lanes and finding freedom beyond the gates of opening quakeings and quakilings that lasting and also blasting rearing fear. And hoping clear where I done seen my lost sun horizion passionate wing gated horns engulf intuiitive happpenings paralizing particles suspeending matter and changeing my face before I can smile this is to wild said the young child and then I lost what little candy I had fallind deeper and deeper into awhole landing on ground and into the forest where no question and fear leaves me in the rear of finding something mear and near the house!!!

tracing tales and reasons why my seasonings for truth seems to evade my reason for belief and then finding some spaces of glacial forms negate prolamatic truth still this booth eeps me confined as I find reason to believe in what I can see. I'm so tired of beinig the tree and the vine with no root to the water deep from the core of heat I'm beating alll thinking and drinking nectar from nature that has no cause and finding clauses of truth to beleive when all guidance is gone how will I begoe find new hope and happaning horizions places of patience awating me and not wasting away what I know is real and feel for hate this whole light of place has to be great i hope this is worth it mom and dad thinking like this boy e drinking well from the well well folk tales and fables has my mind able to dwell able to see where most other folks really be and then they won't me to think only with the confines of infinity they gots to be swinging off a tree but not on side of me

time to revitalize my enertia frivolous grasp of nature gaping between my legs like a peg I never actually rode on yet don't be a jet stream in the pool thinking its cool for me to pass by though I will choke on notions of oceans reminding me of depression must be a lesson wish I had a session filling me no question with possesion of my brain depths and depths of deepness so hard for me to maitain gots ta be alot of gain on these streets while beats of pink floyd syphiny sing hyms of never and then never and then well never again myf riends all call me cloud and then frown how I can be so deep so red so black so raw just like a coctaw indian and a black man folks back then must have had a plan and so I will travel to distant lands learn new plans of spiritula fruition and let minds mingle and tingle with constelations paper frowing on how white can be so rare.