Mandated this faux gremlin explorer (alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird, bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera
and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed dee fender must be subject to an intense hot grill, especially if grievous, ferocious, egregious, deleterious threat to undermine Democratic pillar, weltanschauung spoiler,
rocker, rims (sic) coarse sea cove dweller, whose tired hubby capped, (re: proffering a trim package) houses plenty of junk...
i stand in a cloud of grey, trapped in a place i'd rather not be sitting in pain , oh why me? the cloud is dense , sometimes i have wings but i cannot fly the sky pushed again into this state of enforced misery reverted to a dreary cloud the pain has increased in intensity colours have changed tone , a darker shade and i am pushed inside a hole again my little twig like feet are dragged here by a force that is bigger then me events in my life, hurts, pain the cloud wins or maybe my mind simply wins i guess my past pains are...
Black moving shadows paint my walls before my naked eyes Before they take a fleshly form and spring forth to life Invading my home, they creep about in the dark As they signal they’ve found me with a light-signaling spark. I am wide awake watching every move they make Uttering not a single sound, I let them invade. They want no money, they take no jewels... For these are demons, goblins, and frightening ghouls Rising from the pits of hell as phantoms Who will settle not for any earthly ransom.
Looking to find, looking for hope. Wounds of time that leave a trace like an endless rope. No understanding. So shamefully confused, as those who are lonely live for a meaningless word. Tear my heart. Shred it to pieces. I will lay low, for my nature is submissive. I can scream and fit; at the end I will always beg, like a dog who is beaten, like a child who is crushed, like a homeless who lays forgotten. I remember black stripes, slowly...
I think, therefore I am Or does reality truly exist? encompassing far more than the mushy pink organ in our skulls?
Patterns shapes and numerical values, Each orchestrated in flawless equilibrium The handiwork of the unseen? Or the fortuitous aftermath of a leaking paint bucket? Perhaps the amorphous visage of Christ on a piece of Toast?
A reality constructed from objective data Or an omnipotent hairy man who lazes about on a cloudy throne A computer simulation?
I linger in the delectation of his dreams as he entertains himself with the ambience of my supple Venus, fulfilling his cravings to the brim until his heart bursts forth, and leaves me aching to know more, of him.
Typified by his essence to brand me as his ripest cherry while he nurtures his carnality, and penetrates my senses until I'm sprawled and gaping, glistening upon the axis of his sacred pole as he pulsates deeply, in unison with my heartbeat.
He compels me to syncopate his need as he plants his seed in the...