UNV 4578

. . .

comes the age of none,

to hear

to bear

witness of each other’ work,

are we going

are we doing,

then we must not,

then we care of,

why are we even trying,

when all needs to be,

hey,

yo.

Donchatinkso,

lets just pick up that stick

and ke3p slashing

and never ask,

why anymore.

Advertisements

NsVs 561289

. . .

conspir3 me a perspiration of noggin,

does not stop knocking on thin air,

wont it ask the moon to laugh in mid summer June,

while the sun fixes its eye on a flower tower.

Bringer of the cup.

To the bereft,

for those at the aft,

we will and not,

yet still follow Pandora’s son,

into wild sun.

Where temptations are always there for us,

from three to none.

Embodiedment of the Host.

. . .

that life does giveth all there is to know,

and we dont liveth to the point of a devil’d life.

Then we know whaf hell was meant for us,

when heaven is attained not only from and to the soul,

only which a body knows what is a pleasured pain,

than living a sensation which pain has nothing

but everything that the mind conceives.

UNV 2099

. . .

life is a living body,

then what the soul can muster

the seed of that was planted

by someone who gave us

an eternal need to be back again

upon that soil where things

get repeated age to age.