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To whom does this life belongs to,
it was always credited to the ones that knew me not,
only to bore me into a life,
may whosoever be the one bare did say,
“We brought you into this and had invested
but you will serve us willingly or unwilling.”
Then that unconditional is never there,
only in my mind.
I owe my life,
I do not.
. . .
The age of my grey hair
may be a mystery to you.
Its a statement that I have been a thinker
throughout which a life of a sinner,
one day I know I am to be respected in that
court of justice.
Facing a crime of my own intelligence.
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what is motivation,
when no one pushes,
where all the mouths have been spouted their corrupt tongues.
Why would my past never had me to let go,
to which all I may have still.
How did I get like so.
For the years may have treated me.
And the love that waned.
Nor any of all lust did try.
But only my pain was consistent and considered all attracted its intentions.
Or any of the wanting of my gains that lost on a whim of a bet.
Yet one life to know my love was there to begin and ended my needs that will never be given.
I am here,
’19 and no to my 14 when I got here.
Yet I lost all of my underwear in Frisco,
has been East Hoser,
stayed a semi charged life in Very nice
cozy bed in Roscoe Blvd via Saticoy st.
As would Bilbo, Frodo and Sam uttered,
” how long this time around,
may time see to me,
and love my only light
shines from morn to night. ”
The pen was looking for the pencil.
A paper has been filled missing by the image office.
Captain Black said to the yellow press.
The author has been investigated and he has been seen with the shredder.
There are certain values do keep,
all of us who see it as a woe and yes in terms of weep.
This crept in as a new Monday’s revelation
while I took in a 3 hour sketching perforation,
of my knees locked incarceration of the love of food.
Do bring in the swollen inflammation.
Y is the love of the letter, yet Z doesn’t given
any of this insane quatrain of lines
will not even pertain on a single note.
Aah the dawn beckons.
While I wait for a loving embrace of rain.
. . Is it just when the ice does melt; whereas the fire fire do melt
my tempered attitude willingly deny the truth when your fact is an act
towards not to me.
But you will never admit your mistakes because you still make your egocentric self-defense as,
the one who put me here in this world.
use it well let’s see,
so please don’t ever tell me,
I was any Soundwave whom never spoke.
I am not your Decepticon.
When can u speak a truth,
When its full of topical and cosmetically applied over the bed of miscontrued lies over lies.
Yet a simple speak of the white but never too black of a color that do shades a bed when all was done never said.
An image of an illusion that cannot be seen by the hand, does my eye covet of all lies never any of the fact of life that leeches and never dries
ng aking tsinelas.
Nawala ang aking medyas.
Sobrang super pa at napako pa ang kalyo ko.
Syeteng buhay pa,
at na apakan pa ng pagka at malaman na ebak,
na diko alam kung pano hugasan.
Pero in a way,
kelangan ko na maging honest to myself.
Kasi if not,
I can try na malinisan naman.
Knowing how to make things work para naman,
alam ko in the next time around.
I can be with or without tsinelas.
I can always try na linisan ang aking paa,
at wag mag paa.
In any case, I can go just like so,
and never be anymore like any halfling.
I will not go in that smuck ridden turds of farmer Giles’
shrooms that is so ever enticing and so warm under my tongue.
Rohan me a gap,
where all mine were Moira’s.
Why Mordor all that which has no Shire,
only which a precious one ring,
that burzum a lugburz that hate this grishnack of an elven Ent.
Why do I always Lewis that Tolkein,
Damn you Morris.
If it weren’t for your essay on Fangorn,
I’d be running a long like rabbit out of Mirkwood
into that night,
where Alice would at least drink a cup of alcohol tea,
and loving one to two hoopla of my Lewis into all these.
Respect ran away from me.
It said my brutal honesty was doing nothing,
but fucking it at him and not the way it wanted.
Loyalty kept its distance away from me.
all of my honest living is making her poor.
couldn’t get a benz out of it.
Yet there was an ugliest of all ugly.
That was and still kept me,
Hope never really realized
that no matter how it got worst
and got to a blackest stain and
never came out.
So me and Hope,
will make our love stand.
In the face of all,
there is. . .
there were . . .
there are . . .
and that is meant to be.