Award me with peaches

Put me back together;
- crawled the spider?
Nuts and honey: -
CRUNCH!

Safe in amnesty

From the distance have I learned?
I am weak with revenge.
I regretted, it.
Everything such is love is my skilled act;
of an apology.
Everything such is love!
That the person feeled, me.
That is I.
That is my mistake.
That I mistaked me for:
the act of an apology.
The apology of an act gone through its revenge.
I've gone through the amnesty:
of a moral self regard.
An intention without immoral or unethical grounds. . .
for reasoning.
I reverted my intention to a duty.
An introspected part of both introvertion and extrovertions.
I investigated things,
not uncharacteristic of my own virtue.
I needed to change.
Not, just the change in me.

Tattoo Artist

Fire is a symbol.
The thought that crossed my mind.
A story of survival;
across a lake onto the island of great elk.
In Manitoba where bears roam?
Black Bears:
- From Winnipeg! -
Like footprints in the sand trailed. . .
Grand Beach, MB.
Where Surfer Girls dream BIG dreams.
A vast lake.
A parable followed,
between a moral high-jinx and a moral high-
ground.
Walked on water.
Modelled a potion of perfect position,
like a saluted statue.
The kind invoked with its mouth wide open.
You are somebody
else once you've
reached the status
of myth or legend.
Speedos for Jesus.
Jesus for Speedos.
Whatever was said, it needed
to be addressed nicely and without
the isolation.

Crosswords of a neurosis

In this land of time!
Between paradise and wonder;
I am honest:
with myself.
About?
I've no doubts in my mind,
like a paper weight.
That, I've exceeded. . .
everything in life.

Modern Day Extrovert

My introvertion has been blinded.
Let it go. . .
don't speak!
My shoes are now yours?
Mr. Thought of mine.
The best prediction against defense
is an outer body experience.

Form, the prejudice. . . A sombrero

The courtesy of shame is no usual
resignation from desire or one's intellect?
The inferior dissapearing act -
of discrimination, gone!
In lonely abandon.
A mosiac of grapes
unchracteristic of a
melting pot.
To suffer the pain of humiliation
not hurt in agony of defeat;
like swimming in splash of chlorine.
I'll turn the Titanic around,
as I sample in the
bakery.
My eaten cherries frozen, sliced.
I take a break from the law:
except on holidays,
naturally.
On hot summer days in August.
What do I allow myself
to be,
cried common sense asking me.

Chocolate and fries for the rent money.
My life-works are tropically imported.

Hostility not in music

- A delicious choice over small talk!
Spare tires that swing from tree tops? -
I've seen it all before;
. . . but not:
peace in bribery.
I'm indecisive.
I preferred to have remained
anonymous in pink rays of sunlight.
Synonymous with the veil of tender loving flesh.
Painted my skin, like a striped zebra.
A nice suntanned body.
An ignorant desperation,
like a concealed weapon made
like a drum beat.
That, I existed in no conservative effort.
Everything, put behind me
without a very - very - very
expensive can opener.

Skull Faced

I'd kill for a
sense of humor. . .
The biology of
conspiracy, feared?
What I said had -
almost nothing to do
- without you.
That this is what my life
would be like taking
no sympathy from you!
Don't speak; and letting go.
Things appeared as naturally:
not as they are.
Stupidty or sense of humor,
desperate in rational compassion.

Well, maybe not how generous

I'm trying to make sense of my situation with my new job. I wasn't sure what to expect? However, I can express some of my thoughts. How generous of me. Why generous?

I ask myself the same thing:

What do other people that work with me really expect?
- I suppose I can anticipate the need to work is not a reflection of how generous of those that are there already.
- Generosity is not a common factor displayed, "Oh thanks for working so hard."
- Everyone I work with is immune to several of these factors. I am no exception.

There are no rules. . . only I don't speak of the (or 'if' any. . .) generosity or a lack thereof.

Undisputed Heavyweight

The lazy state of emergency:
A victory full of nasty-drama.
The 'champ' is. . .
designed.
I've trained;
- in making decisions
best. -

Complained

I thought the mystery was over?
But, wrong I was!
How can you help;
fit together a bigger piece of the puzzle. . .
into a bigger picture.
If we do again:
good things happen.
I see everything you can.

Bite sized coffee

double standards
double edge swords
I use them both when making predictions,
come true.

Made in the future

The story of one's intimate nature is doubted beyond. . .
until something transforms:
how soft?
Why tender flakes of gold glittered in such thoughts;
like the dust.
From just cheap-talk.
I was once an oxen that became a wooly mammoth.
The only difference being,
that one is extinct -
and
- the other is blind.

All the names

My name;
is not 'Attitude'.
I am simply:
proving to be worth proving it!
Provided, that you embrace that I have. . .
changed?
That I would fight for every dollar,
inch-by-inch-by-inch.
I am more capable than nothing it provides me.
We're all on the same team.
I do agree with,
the timing of a less important situation.
Given the thought of many past and present events,
like the developing parts of a woman's anatomy.
Or -
the enemy that makes difficult choices more difficult. -
I have been through a lot,
tasks not extreme.
Something like its worn shoes before a long walk on the beach.
A nest of birds feeding, a flock.

Vanity

Joy is happiness from the mother's womb.
Stakes raised high.
Act, the enemy done in poor taste.

"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." (Aristotle, 384 - 322 BC)

Armed and dangerous

Transporting a crooked plant!
Though to me: it seems vulnerable.
Like shucking corn?
A dream world filled with happiness;
the day started out like any other day.

The weight of gravity

What cannot honestly be?
Is stolen!
Incidentally; the intended -
a cause.
Stop or I'll shoot . . .
I'll survive the punishment.
signaled: of an idiosyncratic fault.

Tears of destination

the myth vs. reality
a nature of behavior
the study of greeds absence
in color.
the alk of such despair
from the shadow of a tree's
shade, not possessed.
In a land of
chocolate cherries
and rubber nectarines
Through it all,
I am miles ahead
of you. . .
in getting the most
out of life.

Coarse Salt

Like the pumping, runned through my veins.
I am the blood!
That, I get easily confused once upsetted?
Then, I tell myself to slow-down.
That I maked;
to guess of.
To have' guessed of its nature. . .
how comforted I must be.
I focused on no important things:
that unethical it feeled.
Random in my mind.
A vision.
That of nothing,
not unethically obligated.
That hided my intelligence of a fairer virtue.

Workmanship

I have given time;
sugar. . .
no tea with sugar.
I wrote this as though?
No lack of interest!
My, as my own.