well its a new awakinging of formulaties finding notions and proportinate depths of newances called beams. Trippled into spirally webs called darts and these darts find spaces where folks leave holes out for watch see me the vil beaver plots to run tell the town of the new morn while sun shine waits for light tuning ever so round everthing thing else does to or that what my teacher said I wanna see said the bee and be free to fill honey on mansions just like my home. Suckle pops and gum drops scream after tommorow while racing with the wind jim bob don't trow away hope

everybody knows sometimes when whine turns the shine to a see trough it has to be something true a format beyon what I call new and then do not proceed with hed but yet believe in something yet been found and unable to acheieve liek making some mo honey whats for dinner whines the old parable as he lay on the machine thinking of the bow digging deepeeto finish she replys my card is empty more hors for me the bar is open till12 nobody works that late but the gate is open overd riven hours consuminsg driving pwoers of water left to fall of them damn cliffs if these glalatians get some balls and get off there knees wonder what they eat????

shops and stores all make no since I find a since aof being hell bent on nautre and rapture of the mind my mind travels and finds reason while I sing for the radio tina tunrner is playing and she makes tommorw now and never then sometimes my mind begins to woner and if it means a means for me to be free then what shall I be and how will I become me. On a journey in life I haveo rights but at will I want to take flight and brings wings of light by my side not hiding from the light of the sun I study rays all day and hope for a bber way to pray right now I try and speck peace as evil bcomes me I give a notiton of a magic potion a well of well ness Dana where are u my heart cries for ur light as if u weren´t enough oit tough andit gets cloder in Germany my heart yeras for the burn of reason and this is thew season t be one with u and u still are near no fear is clear enough as the wind trembles behind my eyes tears as if to form gives harm but no patient await. Gaps of dreams infultrate me beams I still hope for lasers to rise form my puipils for what cyclopes says I hoping this was all a game but deep down something has to be wrong with my brain and so I will refrain from hurt and give worth value for the hurse new orleans never felt so good as the big band plays for death what does it all mean as tribes ritualistic in since danc eof hyms something likepig egop ow wee and now its tommorow and I wnat thnasgiving to be far away so far I can´t be anything bt free. And Canada stinks!!!!!!

sort after remindings hoping for helping and reson for naught to exist. When destiny finds truth and hope leans on help. There is faith beyond the horizon. Who find peace where there is knowledge and destiny beyond us. Freeing the mind finds time and dreams beyond something I can´t even see, where woul I be and who know where I might turn if I yearn and search for reason and seasons something that might give help and hope for me. I can´t be and flee from pain in this brain even if not to maintain with somethign that has somethign to give but nothing to gain. I gots lots of hope in locks and clocks give me a sign for some reason and hope with coping and roping around someseason there gives reason to give me light and flying beyond that makes me just belive I might. Will you breath away from an idea just to feel the way eggs ay lay!! Incubate minds and find crackilings for sackinlgs to bring backalings forth. Hores and steel wheel and chain infultrating perpetuated brains just got to be a same mix with a new plane take flight and captivate reason hope for now that the cleaver leaves me some meat to though back giving flack ain´t got no mind hind side wasing time and then we sit. Outside swanging sticks as if the curb would change maybe if the rod was real ingulfed in fee to deal with what was dealt until then stealf jets run faster and cast lay awaitng the mooon growing if it were noon hoping to come back soon cresent giving life ain´t got no honey love makes reason and hopes it likes if funny as for christmans Sudan waits sait Nick!!!

first time where rymes and reason fi´nd forms of life ewhen times and reason find seasons in in salt to base the paint I ain´t saln t awith a lean but I find beams of rays still leave heat for lays some say its gotta bea craze I must be in a daze who knows give cluses to life fight right and give right whent its night it who knew sitting still will give will when the night thurns and the fllight learns when rays and days giev give days lost and last cast and no blast fasten my seat belt and no retune stil yearn for the heat forreal so when the deal comes through not clue just strue no hoipe hoping for dat gat ta gat and bat and hope s fopr real no site noa anfliyin hopeing to se me foreal and the sky foota be black s´tilöl no black for chsoe haoping to fin incrtpu the g hell where that y At with no leans and then sight and thof rme to see hoping to fpo tjis toff tjhof hreal still aylive.,..

Hope happiness and love finding themes of thought in legendary forms of lifie for furiut in truth there are times where rymes and reason give seasoning salt to my dads fish. When I see him on the road tommorow when hope lies in destined form maybe a charm of life will bring my vision before the booth where no man stands but has plans of hate my great atspy ecapape has me listening to hyms from lands when time forgot I could be free. claming not tree bound for me and my girlfriends neck nose lose says the botht screams all the troops land desolate and crack says for bentley still in cells. Hopeing behind something not sceen tomuch to dream got me being non the le´ss a fein for the block new one with no clocks and hoping that this idea of not real time wqill just stop.. Gotta new watch and call hall where scream,s dreams for all ya´ll betta lkeave my momma lone punk. Poopin truck!!

Whos what time tabels we work on amdform formularities based on charm???

Life seems to be times 30 and left for naught where is the sky when all hell and minds close the doors of peace. I´m finding room and gloom with all darkness I´m not scared but just cared to make a change so I shall march on 42 yrs. Dogs and hoses my clothes is changing I ain´t scared though when I get done I´ll be at a colony. Until then I´ll wait for the next bend!!!!!

Inside out and then now whats to be bound is left I´m deaf with pain and I drain thoughts and see clearly ehats nearme is it the fear in me I have recusive pain in my brain my heart feels the same and I´m game for whatever how clever is the key when now and then times all begin to find freedomand wholes are left beyond doubt no. wonder this is a blunder of memory and I can´t see no freedom just this time when All I do is lying on some line someplot and I ain´t got no house my soul speaks if u see it say whats up comfort me and my spirit let if bee we all have to be free hopeI see that someday but right now I´m locked up!!!!!

Someone once told me that all I had to do was find the light and I could see once I found it though it had no batteries into existance the mind goes hearing voisces on the side and a a guy my sis. I´m back to the brain to explain where this voice may be not here but there who care and they still speack am I weak or meak or should I cry or lie about this mess the black lady says don´t rest the whit lady scream and the guy complys how could I lie about my life marla speacks white guy steal seems to reak and black guy is way deep. Who knows whaere it allc omes from. And my mindleaves again or comes back I ahve these eposoides of anime and I can´t watch thembecause of the voices where sdo they come from my soul leaves. And I didn´t know it so why am I still here ai thought I just prayed but I didn´t is there some new opagan religion of thought that I am missing??? Or am I just wishing for peace hold on folks I just slipped into my 2nd consiousss I am on the way. There is so much to life!!!! I´ll stop there and the mind is still free maning I´m in a fight and still writing???

Seems I done found this path life walks and talks life streets give beat to the side of the road it old my mind just bends back I ain´t got no flack but its still stayed staked for me somewhere I care and would love to care more I have more in stire is keep where i can´t find thank god cause these streets beat like back seats filled with alpine my forest gives rymes and reason for my seasont o m ix I ain´t got no fix not twix and no sleeve I still freeze at the knees who got the clues where is this dude no fright I´m out of sight and time I still find time to rewind mione handle that back between two visions and left to none. I see u home side left fromt my feet so it must be my smell I ain´t scared my spirit already post out of jail. Benidng back time I have found these streets and my heart walking on this fuky dope ill rythm that I just got to sing days and nights till rea´ck of no sleep my feet course but of course with the chocalate though I have to stay for shpw I can´t go in slow mo. Sending back this zone has to be in a place thats so great that the skys look of red and blue and green saw light today it said pray then it started to move I got this groove and can´t lose refuse. No clues just pat and turner well I can´t lie just gotta grow back and feel pain that in my brain if u can´t maintain my folks dune lived dem stripes and still stay out all night fixed with coke and dope barley if not swinging of this ecom rope my shit ain´t no joke.

When the times comes I shall run to the highest depths to the lowest sees and see what thine eyes wilst not for me too!! Who knows why I am free and that I am as I am shall I stay free or be as I will not to be fre emy heart years for the cahnce to ´churn like old ladies did butter back in the day and now my day has come to churn butter will will I learn the ancient craft of art. am I Cloe no not the psychic but talent tapped and die for fait of for fiction. Where is my doction when I sing can I ring like a bell or a siren when the turn of morning comes sound as a rooster bringing in the turn of day and then whoo as ther moght owl closes it eys and sees what???

it turns out from time to time time just perceds to leve destiny behind my eyes I find soome sorrce of freedom between where thy lies and thy sees who knows but flees and I can=t stand to long cause the zone gots me feelin something loke whoa. Who could know that the eyes of the eholder heald dealt and lent what was at the right hand side of the trown to be there and be left alone has found home and reson on another cell phone damn these things in long lost days fred would use his fet and dinaursaurs ares till being rebulit to find the truth and where this lies my eyes are fixed like betweitched or bewitched I think not. I got to find al the lot pot of gold old some say I have to release control above the skies behold some light that I an=t even see. My skies sas be free y heart syas yearn I still on this scorch and burn yearn type game in my brain where I=m buoliding on leanding me something like new inproved data for my mainframe u gotta be jane or blondie to get this plot which was not Geronimo ok well maybe it was but sahtmas whife watied on him for 7 long years where are the efemale gurus sure do hioe I can fin=d one ext to the sun and cickle cell better run anime=iea just isn=t all that fun and this gun mmels down lioke wax fucj=k u and ur tax ride on the train like little girls in brooklynplay jax. Is flap jaxs for breakfast hope so my stomach is in need and scrooge changed after the last ghost chse any demons anyone any fun for the mind to unboggle time timex says so till them I move in slow mo reverseve in a hearse when my mind says no/////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!