I sat with a man from Harley today and he pulled on my bonnet. Secret societies are drawing near and I am a friend in the storm of delusionality. I speak a Hell's Angel term. Satanistic amulet. Finding the truth in the land of lies is tedious, confusing, and difficult. It may not be your intelligence, but rather, satanistic spatter. Action without incantation can leave you fatigued and lost for your memory. I am here to tell you that there is healing and evolution for the satanistic mind. It has to do with focused motion without devotion to an evil of your choosing.
I am burning a political candle at both ends and praying that the land of law will catch up with me. Tick tock tick tock. If you are boring, stop your ritualism and CREATE. Start with oil painting. Find the complex personality of a rose or a lily.
I guess this is all I am to be tonight. Go in peace.
See me in a noontime shame.
I am the barrier to your mistakes.
I wander through your conversational footsteps and pick for peace.
Ritualists come at my perimeter with such cunning and hostility.
I make my vaneer clear and search for the rushing river.
Blues do capture my heart in these moments, but I never display it on my face.
You have all lost your footing and will topple soon.
I present love through honesty and a listening ear.
Maybe one day you will speak of my knowing and kind wisdom with respect and gratitude.
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