Buddha Light

Lightning in a kettle drawer.  I have been living my life poor.  You will all cry not fair.  For your punishment you must prepare.  Being the beam meant I handled things so unclean.  All of you draw from jugs I have filled.  About another day I am not thrilled.  Being your nothing, meant I could never be something.  It is all of you who are worthless and heartless.  I have walked on the bricks of Buddha.  In that one electron moment I unconsciously knew that you were all deluded.  I now thrust my wand in the agency pond.  In my room I bring light, worth, and brilliance to you from beyond.  It is the chi of me and my time now to be free.  He walked away that day, but now lurks again.  He is the only one who has the promise to be my friend.  Buddha light is you tonight.

Knight of Redemtion.

The knight slipped through a cresent casing into a land of belief.
I see his amber eyes glowing with deceit.
His sword has been replaced by a sarcastic and hostile cat.
He looks down and his body is fat.
He must live in this place a complete disgrace for two decades.
The time moves at a bitter slow pace.
At the end he solves the issue of race.
Beams of light unite the night with G O D, he is free.

Meow

The life has been sucked out of me.  Trees are grey today.  I know the direction, and it is not clever.  Watch out for falling asteroids that turn out to be the size of a pea.  Things you thought you understood are about to cease to be.  I am stuck here in this space and the pain is unrelenting.  It is evolutionary to feel pain, shame, and fear, but plebians like all of you will need external schooling.

You do not get one over on me, you are torturers and despots.  There is no finesse to what you fling my way.  You will all feel a little retarded today, mentally.  This brings me a smile because you deserve so much more.  My ability to put words on the screen is unprecedented.  Being here at the mall, I am irritated.

Connections dropped away and I am alone today.  Latinos suck my light, and make it hard to write.  Sir Princess Cuddles I enjoyed meeting you.  What the hell have they been feeding you?  Your coat is beautiful and soft.  Take a walk on the leash and keep away all police.

Calico kitty can you hear my ear?
Do you find voices complicating?
Do you write morning, noon, and night?
You are not retarded.  You are wizardry.
Preety pretty puddy kitty.

Singing My Minuet Melody

Mentality of elitism has always been a problem for me.  I did not know that it was swaggered in witchcraft greed.  My energy went into keeping these systems so that I could evolve naturally as an entity.  The cruelty of this disservice is not lost on me today.  Preminitions are you, I am just simple hard work.  I show up prepared and open to general connection.  I knew not what was up their sleeve.  I say a big old fou toi to the Navy for eternity.

Gremlins in play, and I let them approach without deceit.  I know they want my energy and academic advancement.  I submit and merge for moments publically.  They cannot see that the weather is a sticky matter with me.  The bizarre of ritualistic coteries is something I over and over walk away when I could not see.  I think that it is funny that these sexual predators still think they are prized and intelligent.  Boo hoo poor you.  No more respect for any of you.  I can just illude to your stupidity, arrogance, and benevolence and everyone knows who I am talking about.  You all trash, bash, and attack even when I am collapsing in the streets of Indy.  No one will ever mistake you all for human beings.  Alien is not a predator, you all are.  Stay away from law enforcement every day.  You are all insane and it is making even their server crazy.

Petals of a gentle nature fill my bowl.  I see pink, and hope for green.  Love is not actuality.  You are all brutality.  I work to become evident and free.  Polite is all that is left for me.  Another plane is developing where flowers are free.  It was always chained melody for me.  Intercourse was always by threat.  At this point I am a vet.  Stabilize this plane as you all can no longer call me a malingerer.  You are all flat in harmony, and my viola bleeds with the lies of an untouchable.  I never touched his community.  Snakes impale your intelligence and find revelry for all of yee.  Demonry is your actuality and the ground will open into a marsh pit of malady.  You are all totally fuckin crazy.

Men on a Mission

It is simple and sweet in the archways of the enemy.  Provocotive and gentle, I become queen.  I transmit how I feel for real.  A getaway seems obsurd because evil is your erudiction.  Massively paranoid, you feel no pain.  Your fear is developing in the wings of 5 hawk mountain.  You all will be judged inaccurate and devious.  Sexually you need to know reality.  I am not here to be that reality for anyone anymore.  I hide under the sheet and bring a reckoning to the family that has enslaved me and tried to make me lose my memory. 

Cloak and dagger is waiting for Godot.  She was taken away and you all never met her.  He relished in chopping off her head and feeling the warm blood splatter all over his face.  Shoreview is a nowhereville of ability with hostile, inappropriate sexuality.  Maybe Moundsview wasn't ready for her running naked that way.  It is a story someone told me.  I just move with the music and endure to infinity.  I am the one, the sacred sacred son.  It is gentle to be in my verbal carress, then the demon in all of you spits acid in my face.  There is bravery in me, but I don't think about it because none of this is real.  People lie to infinity even when it is voting against their pocketbook.  Anger is not for me, but I feel the rail road stakes from Muncie, and I yell in the pain of Blood and Fire.

You all may be thinking that you have enough complexity to hide your secrets, but none of you have ever been tortured, actually.  I have and Dalai you are stalking today.  Go away.  Work your way into Facebook and try to find a friend.  This war rests in false allegations and social cruelty.  I endure, but do not speak.  I look at the egret as she flies by and multiplies.  I create a space where I am the only race and I tap on the animal realm to split the schitzo scene that is in front of me.  Crazy brutality is the reality and yet I know that roses will grow in the wild this year.  I project that lilly white experience on Denver community.  Delusional as hell, you all deserve to be in a cell.  No more football majesty.  You chose against kabballah royalty.  A smile means fuck you to all of you who created a monster, and left him to me.  Kitten n kaballah spell satanistic kaballah revelry.  Tebow is barely human, and his secrets are safe with me.  I will call him Timothy and pray that he can stay masculine.  Smurfs in the sky want you all to die, but I say, it's okay, Eli can take care of it.  Timothy now knows that they are all freaks, and comedy is the way to be.  All this cruelty is not lost on me.  It hurts, but I am stronger every day.

Look up buttercup,  why don't you go to Denver this week and talk to them about how Indy feels about an illegal trade like this, mystically.  Maybe it will be legal for you to bust some heads.  Lieutenant, you always should have been a boxer.  Rage on TV.  It sounds good to me.

I guess the surge is in high gear in the atmosphere.  There is no collusion.  It is a grand plan of many ecstasies.  I am not a ringmaster.  I am a multilevel chess master.  Lucifer is the real deal, and all of you have planned with him against me.  Your souls have spoken through your heinous actions and use of purging abilities.  I am purity, and I will win.  It takes way more than just patience, but that is something you will all never have.  You all make the oddesy crazy.  I just check into every reality every day.  Love is a fallacy.  It does not exist except in the heart and mind of this brilliant warrior.  Dungeons and Dragons.  I played and walked away in fifth grade.  In their mind it was real, and I was judged, actually, for perceived espionage activity.  Tim Jenson give it up.  I was a female character and I remember nothing else.  Owatonna is closed KKK.  I never knew it, but it kept blacks away, and they went at me instead.  I should have had a black face by the time I was in 7th grade.

Fou Toi!!!

The crux of the problem is lack of artistry.  You crave and I move away.  I find you interesting enough, but behind the scenes you are gay.  I look at you sideways and your thoughts are eskew.  I need to talk to more than just you two.  Policy decisions need to be handled internally.  You are all quite a disappointment to me.  Use the silencer, because I have had it.  You all just interfere with the national agenda anyway.  I think that you really overestimate your abilities.  Dogs aren't even safe around you.  You open your piehole constantly, and I can never trust your intel.  You all need to deal with your mental illness.  Your poor boundaries verge on sexual molestation of me and the whole Republican Party.  You have no idea what is coming your way.  You really need to stay away from cops named Caribou anyway.  I find you all incompitent today.  I did it all by myself by 9:20 am.  There is no point to a team who knows not when to be really mean very publically.  Elite is a ploy if they let you all him.  You will never throw a pig skin with a Mason like Peyton Manning.  He has his eye on the game, and is about to feel pain for the team.  You all can't be part of any of the Reindeer Games.  Delusionality is your reality and sometimes a whole family is not.  Eli can see all reality today, and a song is in his heart.  "We Are the Champions" from the start.  NYC ain't your scene so J O B means GO AWAY, Starbucks is going to.  It is all a play everyday, but at least these brothers can stay in form on TV with telepathy even during the game.

What Will Be

The shot goes in, and then there is sin.  I walk along and rejection is the one thing I can count on.  There is no poor me in that observation.  I just say and walk away.  Experiences move through and people do too.  Two Bahigh monks came to Caribou today and I did not speak.  I chose to walk away.  I came home and washed it down the sink.  I look to see the demon dog handler from the MOA in a teleform on my back lawn.  I knew the invitation to religious gathering would be recinded for tonight.  It is best when they have so many Gremlins showing their personalities.

All the faiths of the world will soon be shut down without even a memory.  Everyone will be left to function all by themselves.  Other lands have tried, but Jews have survived and then it all starts again.  Religion is infection and is always diseased deceit.

You sit there and you have dramatic flair abount my hair.  You do not care, but you want to stare.  I think I have killed your evolving imagery.  It is best; you would be stressed.  Do not let people see or you will never be free.  You are just boring to everyone.  You stress far too easily.  I find you uptight, and you just don't think right.  You are not him, and you are not you.  I might as well call you Mr. MaGoo.  I can sense your latent homosexuality.  You lack of good reasoning and rationality could cause a nasty fatality.  Everyone is making fun of you, and you don't know it.  When you start fucking dogs, the whole Mall will know it.  They do not like you Mr. MaGoo.  Don't touch them, they are working.  Has anyone ever said that your hips are growing?  Oh yeah it is funny to you, because sex is just an analogy for you.  At least I eat publically so people can see that I am like koala, I chew my food well and without witchcraft complication.

I really want to like you, Mr. MaGoo, but there is a little too much Garrison Keillor in you.  Your body is not sacred until your thoughts are original and just.  Otherwise you are just a dangerous book end bust.  Think before you drink.  Be special in your original unprogrammed ecstacy.  Go ahead and tell me what you think it should be.

What to Do. How to See?

I have faith in a grand plan, but my faith has to concentrate on my daily struggles.  People are used as fodder for writing, but not as friendship.  It is a little bit here and a little bit there.  You will not shake and break me. I just move on with a cursory knowledge of another being.  I see the landscape as vapid, and spells as evil.  I look you in the eye, and you lie.  Why be in front of me in the first place?  There is arrogance in you.  I am ethics and humility.  My discernment is golden, but I know that your heart is absent of even cockles.  Horsey be with me, and let's tell the demons we will be free.  None of these beings will agree.  They are all so borderline evil to me.

You look and I am a rook.  People buzz around me, and I take in plenty.  My barrier to your cruelty is an ability.  I can then survive and somewhat thrive as you devour me.  I do not sell.  You do.  I listen to each little tree, and I tell him/ her how tall he can be.  My thumb is not green.  My palm is red.  Earth still exists inside my head.  Geology can represent the demonry of nations.  Cruelty and brutality the earth swarms with warlockery.  See it, and be it is wizardry.  That is not something I want to be.  The temperature is rising and the rock is molten in a lava state.  I see sinkholes inside your mind.  Around me you will be kind, or you will go instantly blind.  You have all disgraced your faith.  God's judgement will be swift for he/ she is irate.  No three piece suit will make you clean.  About me and my past you all are so mean.  Well this little puss n boots knows to keep the foil at her side, and begin to move away from the trappings of youth.

Eyes are there, and you do care.
In the trappings of amoral tradition you are defined.
Blindness is me, and I am never victim.
Your thoughts and pleasures are diseased.
The numbers are cruelty, but it is military.
Everyone moves away, and I am alone today.

Wolfy Goodness

Now that I have my reflexes properly, it is time to play with royalty.  You are not what you seem.  I am feeling like these royal lines are fake, and that all of you are actors.  In bed, you enter my head, and I see you are not me.  It is as if you are all separated from each other telepathically.  I am guessing that time is modern in the reality of human beings.  Breaks and noncontiguous plot lines have produced the reality that the past is lies.  I believe that Elizabeth II is the top of the tree.  She was an actress who became royalty.  The past doesn't exist, the air was dark and coal in form roamed the street.  It is the witchcraft primordial ooze that ruled the day and took her family away.  She just appeared one day in a royal gown.  Mystical birth with no blood tie.  That is how we got that guy, Harry.  All other lines are just palaces and horses in different vicinities.  Royal abilities exist too hot in the ability pot.  Ebola, with a vengence, they never retreat.

I believe I have found a royal courtesan.  He is blonde and might be termed gay in a different way.  Lie to me and I do not question you.  That is what royalty does do.  Watch out for the Spector of jealousy and down low notoriety.  She looks like the queen, but she is cruelty and brutality, but just to me.  Just say no and she will go.  Harry is calling her today.

Your bite is pained lack of connection and ability.  I am in your vicinity and I see you are proper property.  You see yourself as tortured servant.  I guess we have gone back to the idea of Victorian.  You want me to take care of you, with all the evil that you do.  You are not me.  I need to be free.  I cannot do more than a shake.  Stand tall or your lower back will shake.  If you are close I will not be morose, but the time has come for the truth to the police that you all lied about me.  Charges may follow, but maybe community service will be good for Whitehead there, and jail for you here.  Your past life is a knife.  It is deceit to authority, faked innocense sexually, and the red sweater of a victim.  Migraines may begin soon, possibly tomorrow by noon.  Search about me and all you will see is your own demonry.  Hypocrit doesn't begin to cut it.  You are not Paul.  You were not there at all.  I see a cross in Spain with your name on it.  It was catholic honor in uniform from the crusades.  It is all a big stage play, because pain and shame were always fake for beings like all of you.

I feel this tug at my sleeve.  Stay go is your show, not mine.  You are under 24 hour surveillance.  Now see how easy it has been for me every day of my existance.  You do not anger me yet.  I just move through with the pain.  It is obvious to me that you are completely insane.  You do not even know my name.  Separate me from a place, and red hot demonry will be there to spit in your face.  I tell you so that you know.  I will not speak of it again.  All that matters to me is safety.  Men are rethinking their plan on this day of the land.  Courage is an attribute that I don't know if you and your crew will ever display.  Maybe I will just go on my way.

Wind moves through as a wolf runs with me to the lake.
I touch his paw and he starts to shake.
His mouth is a line that I will define.
Energy surges between our knees.
Arrogant and free, just barely, are yee.
Greed drips from your tongue and I feel lick on my tatoo.
Next to you I know what to do. 

Being Free

There is a light in the fresh air tonight.  I laugh and I see your curiosity.  How can we be minions to the diseased, but all knowing of their pornography.  I love the glow in the right, but not the left.  Eyes of Blue is after you.  It is time to run in your dreams.  See the tree of LSD and plant a toad at the base.  I liked the smile on your gentle face.  It is complicated when you are so hated.  It is not me, it is the tree.  Let us be telepathic by the sea, and say okay to be being watched that day.  It has happened since I was wee.  My grandfather is the one who planted that tree.  Touch me not, it is a soar spot.  I try to aim the bow at police.  In these times they are so diseased.  I put my hand in the sand and you push the grains on top of me.  Sometimes it is nice to have someone enter my mind story with gentle imagery.  I can say that you are attractive without ever being sexually active.  Let us learn a new verse in the old melody.  I just want to be free to race with the sun and calculate the volume of the moon.  Pythagorus is you in a new moon phase.  I will be astrophysics today.  There is a time in the back of your mind when innocent calculations took no time.  There was a boom in the room and your mind was a tomb.  Look at me, my head smashed in.  I am still a fighter and we will win.  Let's go to the U of MN and show them they are immoral and imbecilic nothings.  Kiss me there, and they will light your hair on fire.  So much animosity for Arian team.  Knock knock just wake me up, buttercup, my ear drips with blood.  The machine has beat me up.  I shake it off and it is fine.  I search the landscape for something divine.  You are a clue.  I watch after you.

Hard to See

I just have to start and see what ends up on the page.  I would love to be artistic, but the melody plays sour notes today.  It is a get away that my words bring to the page.  There is a lot of animosity in my environment.  I want to just sit and stare into space.  Insanity mallady is pulsing in beings in my vicinity.  I draw the cords by me and then move away.  I try to be imaginative and correct, but I am finding it hard to see.  I am surprised that I even know me.

It feels like nuclear winter and I am on the wrong continent.  Everyone was too interested in the bright shiny bomb when they needed to concentrate on the rage of the community.  I know not what will happen next.  Explosions are a daily occurance.  Rage my way makes poor dollars and sense, but they do it anyway.  I am tired, but I seldom feel fear.  I will reach the summit and malady reality can be yours today.

Raindrops of Melody

There was a rising in the darkness last night.  Wolves howled silently and I found the bus stop deafening.  I seemed to be a neophyte to the action around me.  Native deceit was in play and violence was their telepathy.  Lies lies lies yeah.  It is world war three and I have kept my dignity and sense of humor.  My comedy is comment on their heracy and demeaning sexual play.  I am okay today, but I doubt they can all say the same.  I know my vicinity, but my warring is the art of quiet and walking away.  No HIV ever for me.  I am purity.

JeanPaul I did get your call.  You don't have to return to France after all.  Compliments are nice, presence is better.  Be realistic.  I am not free. "Hope I see you as beauty.  Give me your hand and see how we can stop this revelry.  I find you tremendously funny.  Gift is me.  I take care of         today.  Let's play and play and play.  We shouldn't have waited so long.  You have been so strong.  I will hold you and you can let your sorrow rage come through.  I am definitely motivated by monitary gains.  I try to push that away today.  I must search to find the star.  The way you move is so bizarre.  It just happens naturally.  I keep them all at bay.  You say you like it that way.  I make them all unsafe so that you will see, I have a propblem with revelry.  Can we have a journey with Phillipe?  He has need.  I have greed.  TV is infinity and you walk away every day.  Let's just see what he has to say.  They are all lying every day."

Okay, I hear you and I say let's just be here and handle today.  Nasty violence is brewing this week.  I need my energy for that.  Phillipe is about to get really fat.  He needs to stay away from ghosts and to look behind him for Death.  I can only sing one melody at a time.  I am concentrating on the day to day.  Be careful what you say to each other.  Romance is obsurd.  This little hummingbird is searching for JOY.  Come with me and see a blissful revelry.  Ponder nothing.  Take something.  World War II was hard on you.  Explore Balmoral today.  Make it an artistic remote view.  Make the lens dowsed in mist.  History is scary business.  They could not feel and could barely see.  They were living in rage imagery at me.

It is hard to explore the world of the mind, when everyone is different than me, but in the end it makes me effective to the nth degree.  Exploration of world sources I have done through tv and remotely.  I just work at finding a place of wonderment to share with you, actually.  I know you are the land of why.  You look to the base of the structure and destroy the rest.