Reception for' conscience

Faith' /
deception/
reconciliation -

Be; proud.
This shadowy thought.

- Don't disown
the forgiveness.

I take this...
little by little.

Chewing on a soft and tender
candy.

In my head.

asscake

With great reference -
I asked.
That Tanya you changed
my life.
Giving me a head start.
And I asked FOR god.
That you are still my father.
And will always be.
Mario'

The boss.

What if not to love'
what not to like...
is it life.

In the careful selection of opinion-
to a collection.

Only compatible.

In this matrix of emotional discourse
and a craving for cold
soup stored in the
fridge.

I electing
-
sensuality.

A sensuality
so profound.

It reckons the cause'.

Let' imagine...
a male dominating race/'erased'
racing
that the female is
archetype.

madarins/ mandalin / marriage/ fashion

an enemies awareness' ...

Unknown syllables that make'
beaut-i-ful
se-xy
smart'

...


Now: the realization hasn't it become?

There's: the truth is here!

In no uncompromising fashion.

There is a vague gesture in this miracle of words.

As the earth travels around the sun...
our globe rotates.
The moon circles
as the narration
is divided
and
the rotating axis of our own.

Then in the moment of great adoration /
and resolve.

I think of tear drops.
To see you smile, Tanya.
I redeem myself, Marco.

And these newer habits that
reap of intelligent reward.

Let us say.

There is I see;
deviance in the context of a villain -
/for a victim of.


I think of tear drops.
To see you smile, Tanya.'
I redeem myself, Marco.'

This habitual nature
of a lonely teddy bear
like a lost child
on the radar.
To screen.

I think of tear drops.
To see you smile' Tanya.
I redeemed myself.
Marco.'

...

the contradiciton of analysis'

for the safety and comfort
of the emotional suffering
i encounter.
the devestating effect of a movement.
That i will not block out.
this is my choice...
that i appear to be confident >
that i am feeling
that we not laugh instead . >
that we laugh
to cross a path on the same bridge
that 50% of the time
i want something else.
That i divide myself
and not
a victim.
Not -
a reasonable'
responsible
victim.

pay me no credit'

for this favor that i ask:
i said
my god mother'
on her death bed.
So peaceful is she.
That i invite her to be at my side.
Natercia oh lord'
how i'd love to see in her eyes.
that she'll know where to lead her.
that we see the same mutation/transformation
onto the other side'
to die for her oh lord'
you give me the strength
and the serenity
that it's good
to be
ALIVE.

warm Winnipeg winters'

ice cream / i scream
list'
... this word
of ours.
Variables.

gods of wet'
fur
and cold
frosted milk shakes.

Only to spite
in spite of me!

Marco
not to satisfy her.

Tanya - the emotion.

Marco - the beast'.

You best portray a wanting of esthetic
or' perhaps eccletic reasoning.

NO - YOU.

Marco' being
is
realistic.

That Dr. Gordon
and my abstract poetry progressing...
tiny - tiny
SEX.
sex.

But now Marco -
you critique
only myself.
On horse checking,
rubbing its' furry nose.
And
and again
you hail the lord'
That she loves me -
Tanya'
Tanya loves me.

Marco
.


to save us.

To save us.
you hail the lord'
... to save us.

That she loves'
me' -
Tanya.

Tanya love me.

Marco.

I'm back on track.
The tracks.

lately' ...

I live off of this energy.
I channel my secrets.
But not you, Tanya.
I love do.
And crazily.
But so soft / warm.
My beauty resonates with honor.
How I love thee.

That 'to inspire such a woman.

Of great.
Great.
Beauty.

The fog lifts from all gods lap
up into the heavens
and I fall back down to earth.

Just to eat the seed'
of a childs
bread, Marco.

You shall conquer the demon'
that conquering...
you've won.
Already won
this lottery of emotional setbacks
and withdrawal.

Standing there upright, Marco.
Stand straight;
stand up straight.
My friend.
Marco -

The edification' of sainthood

Shut my eyes -
relax.
...and to think of
magic lands.
Magical heights.
Orgasm.
what might be.
Marco - smiling.
You're a lot like me Tanya.
You're a lot like me Tanya.

brown bear

brown bear
what do you see?

these tender words

the gentle pasture of being here
in the nest
of tender love.
Why I hate you?
Why you hate hated hating me, Marco.
For no other reason!

and in some unordinary fashion'

...the indregients are:
TI-ME

Blue

...

Light.


Flashing over me.
I'm Melting.

Melt me... now

-melt me.

Watch me-

melt.

Melting.

I've melted.

Already.

sweety pop / private moments

and unspecific replacement of these words;
that begin in reality-checking. The ultimate voice.


I felt so safe and cozy
in the bed today
with you my sex kitty.
That I love.
Tanya -
you vixen.
You beautiful, beautiful lover.
A generous offer of my words;
for the opposite' of my bedside.
You lay next to me.

And my dream scenario is that we sizzle like
boiling sweet rich thick
chocolate
ice cream.

On the highest mountain

on earth's great land.
I pry to pray upon.
Be with the night stars.
Marco -
take off the belt in no danger.
And remove the tie.
It's time to pray a lullaby.

in this spirit of dreams...

I have wandered.
I have asked myself to hold her secretly.
Upon nothing else I find as true, tanya has.
And for the further I proclaim my love;
I go backwards.
I move into the shape of my port-wine.
while I let in her love.
while I forget the devil charming -laughed.
As I travel this spirit of dreams. - . - . - .

the hobby of my prof-fession

I feed off of this instinct for you, Marco.
I love it!
The Tanya I know adores.
In the deepest part of this forest of dreams...
lay claim to 'know' mystery.'
And how well I've been founded on this ladder.
An escape exit?
Nowhere I clam for such wreckage on.

when absurdity hidden' beneath

... there's a fashion for continuing.
( No narrative.)
Only the finest of gifts.
Riding on horse back,
Marco.

Super model extrodinaire

I want you to tear my heart out; and
show it to me, Marco!
I want you to love her like you've never
loved anyone.
Truly anyone else.
You're the best.
Tanya.
Tanya. -
Teaching a pigeon to fly?
And I mask this . . .
wearing black.
I'd give you the shirt off my back,
dear lover of mine.
I see you on the catwalk.
I share my disappointment.
Marco.

Permission Granted

I've recieved you - spiritually.
This labor of love;
not lost so.
...
. . .
My genuine nature -
filled with burning desire . . .
completed, Marco.
But above all
Im relieved-
Tanya my love.
Sharing this
great-dissapointing
true sell.
Swelling -
swelling.
Tampered.

Mercy - ...in real time'

Covered in tracks...
this crossfire of emotions.
Blankets.
Grading my responsibility.
That behavior;
personality.
To kill.
On board.
To board the ship -
and
exit.
I've happened ...-
not to realize
or completely understand.
My inhibitions to dream.
All in the alphapetical order of tightening;
knots.
That you surrender, Marco.
In captivity.
With you Tanya.
'Tanya.
My love/.
A'
a sweet look that your life gives.
Marco I have the power.
Sweet heaven.
I'm more tempted to resist thinking
anything.
But to sail the ship of dreams
isn't a mechanism.

There's no power greater'

The imagination is more important then
knowledge?
Fine Einstein.
Then tell me about rejection.
The behavior that modifies a contect
to reasoning.
I contest the context we're in.

My darling, Tanya.

Heart Attacking

I've made this a conscious effort.
Unlike'
the past.

But I have a nose for heart ache.

My sweat is largely vulnerable
to such novelty of confession.
But marco...
yes - Marco.

You very well know that when Jesus listens.

And in this arena between thought and a -
pardox.

The man in you.
Met me.

Perhaps another idea of not backing down.
Or -
perhaps another idea of failure to present my true
feelings.

What I truly feel - is the thought of how passionate
I have been blessed with.

Do I have any idea of losing control over emotions;
the battle of crying like a boy for who I have no candy.

No candy for you little boy. What are you. Crying.

Marco doesn't cry like that anymore. A man of few.

There's a fork in the road
that I followed to get here again.

Tanya.

No longer a victim.
I refuse to answer.

And I feel it in me.

The answer: is to survive.
No loss prevention.

Now I hear my ego talking back.
The answer(s) I used to give.
You're not worth it, marco.
Marco, you'll never be good enough.
Stop trying so hard.

Tonight I instead participate in the ruins of
my emotions set free.

God willing, the height of my emotions.

Joy.

Marco.

Amen -

P.S. The scent of a flower implodes all sensibility I have.
Remembering to act anonymous.

The psychiatrists chair'

You there.
Yes, over there.
I see you in the reflection of my mirror.
Now that?
Not yet this!
I am too old for child play.
So. . .
what if the reader has heart trouble.

Avalanche and frost bite

This is an untitled view of the hemisphere.
I told myself what not to expect.
And what else then to expect?
You masochist of words.
You sadistic evil weather.

Killing time

Something told me to write this out front.
In the field of time.
Where no time exists!?
But listening to the sadness;
that echoing sound.
LISTEN.

From the depth of my shadow-figure are. . .
bones -licking my skull. . .
inches of the image.

Inches - inches.

My "no mystery" beyond time.

This conscious framework of sanity.
Longevity.
Personal refuge of emotional suffering.

It all began here.
And now I needn't rest.

The weather is fine.

It's killing time.

Entitlement of a conventional minded person...

The individual.
What a mark!
Wondering aloud.
No wondering allowed?
It wanders off...'

The secret in its' original context;
no less than a tragedy.

My dear sweet Tanya.

The sweet smell of the earth thickens;
a plot I created in this voice of mine.
That filled'.
Fills.
Filling my own self without air which
cannot escape!

What kind of knowledge is this:
not factual.

My - prestige. Is - pristine.

I pick up pieces of her
heart.
In winter months I count the
days down.
Day by day.

Pink snowflakes.

Reverse psychology.

And these clown shoes...

The ground swelling beneath my feet.
As I live to tell a lie -
that will surface.

An aimless perfume.

There's no danger -
in anger.

My guardian angel.

The travel arrangements;
are getting to be -
expensive.

Free of courtesy. . .

I won't ever
give
it
up.

Walking on air

I above...
the tight rope of emotions.
Thebreathing
angel.
The breathing-
heartbeat.

And this happiness eludes.

All of these ANGELS...
-in my head!
Short of breath?
Natercia.

Natercia my sweet godmother;
how I love you.
I do.
How I love - you.

Tricking the mind after chess-playing ...all day long'

And it was after I realized
that night
was falling faster then - ever.

Tanya and I were on a rollercoaster.

But in a room empty with crowded horses.

We made love there.

That it was fantastic is...
true.

Perhaps all the hyperbole of
Deus ex machina -
would only respond?!

I have no place for skills
only rules I've learned.

But Tanya - I know she loves me dearly.

And the effort I have to succeed in life/...
makes her my destiny.

And in a word,
the only name I speak of
when I think of her voice.

Is in heaven coming down to me from the sky.

Tanya - spells - her name.

"My name is Tanya, Marco."

I Wipe Her Tears Away.

If angels looked at me with such daring eyes
the world in my view
could only resemble how
beautiful god,
god had made "Tanya."

Only tears for a thought,
Marco thinks'
for a moment...
.

Tanya comforts me with her presence.

And heaven -yes

heaven.

Spells her name.

Doubling Down

Its' happened again!
This time its' been happening -
not only before I fall asleep.
Pain - agony.
This was needing to happen?

Although in reality color exists as not
-in dreams.

But only in dreams can the brain create freely;
openly.

The language is dead.
My god - language.

the sensitive dramaturgy

I've never looked beyond my means;
for shallow water.
I do consider the mind - no
wastefield of emotions.
I harbor.
And yet I will...
protect.
And yet I will
- shield.
And yet I will -
love.

For better or worse.

That nothing is unnecessarily happening!?

Amen.

Hours of my own disatisfying insanity -

I usually get this anxious and nervous.
But never have I thought about asking why.
Perhaps the only reason we're put here.
Is to realize why -
why we exist in this lifetime.
Ours.

a shorter breath of my commanding'

music in the background?
a poker table...
but I don't like poker.

where am i

what! what -
am i
looking at.

god / devil

A ring is on the table...

the devil - "they compromised your only son."
god - "yes, they sacrificed him"

choices. Choices.

...on the edge of neverland'

Its' been perfect.
- Everything.
Is perfect.

Deep sea diving...
in my head.

But Space angels?

Forgive me if I'm wrong.
But since when did god send us angels;
and lets be honest!

From where I take it.

There's a little bit of nothing left
in every lie/.

And the joke is on you.
Marco.

Hahahaha-
HAHAHAHA.

a brief encounter of the kind

I've never met a'
more
generous human being -
in my life.

-And I'll be happy to remain!

I haven't met a more
generous
human being
in my
life.

the contributing effects of a ineffective personality complex

I attribute my character to no lack of conflict.
But I am however....
quite the comedian.
Although nobody likes it.
That sense of comedy?
That doesn't make any sense!
( That it' did.)
That its' done.

But rare.

Rarely do I fail to recongnize the laughter-without.

And how unfunny I really am.

- Because the truth isn't left for what is / real.

What I see in pretending to be rational -
is quite not what I had in mind.

For this reason-
I know...
some are oblivious-
while others "attitude"
unaware.

Flying first class

This is my guilty pleasure...
getting so much closer.
That the sky is falling.

( It makes it -)

that you feel
...somewhere else.
A place that's -
that I feel.

But I run no risk!

Feeling bad about myself.

And christ.

I've become blind?
Haven't I.

Not if to be uninterested

Shakespeare-
you like me.
Suspended in laughter!
No doubt -that.
Instead you
-you
purge me.

You've been purged.

As to say: listening'
you were-
- impulsive.

Where are the

I have no memory of the event!
I have no memory...
But many thoughts of you?

Time - and again.

The truth turns into grains of painful-less suffering.

And the mind.

However, great things have yet not-
happ-ened.

Perhaps in another sweet moment'
thinking about how wise I am.

Bad intuition

In this context,
I feel...
I am spoiled.

Cross walking Panda's

The consequence -
of my skills . . .
that don't require
great meaning
I hit on my pillow-
rested is my head;
for the base
of ( -acting.)

Was ( it) nothing-
but then became something ...
like knowledge only ( factual.).

This-is '...the "source" of other walls.

Verse 1

Such candid moments.

If I weren't
-to make
any... false prediction?

( "At a time!" )

It wasn't here.

The TIME-
is nearing
my - ends.

Of motivation.

Though if love-
as in
a language.


Verse 2

My own.

"Tanya."

Tanya...

I say-
yes.

Yes my love.

I said this in
a language.

Yet my voice...
my voice.-
is all that's
needed
to comprehend.

And in everything found;
not in everything.
A dictionary of words?!


Verse 3

That no amount of direct
knowledge-
nor;
Knowledge in words.
( Founded in dictionary.
Or novel.)

Tanya - my love.
-My love...
may you hear me
speak only -
in words of love/
praise/
affection/
HUMILATED
and explosive dynamite.
My IMAGINATION! -wonders-
aloud!

To project-
my only image.


Verse 4

And Tanya -
on days like these. . .
somber- -I wake.

Let me remember
writing this /
these sweet words.

A love poem -
for you.

That sickness as in
health - my undying
love.

That only doves can endure:

I LOVE YOU, TANYA.
TANYA-
TANYA . . .
THAT MY EXPLOSIVE
IMAGINATION
directs
( . . .my memory ) for you
Tanya.


Verse 5

That no love is-
found incompleted.
That our love can-
surrender to us.

To us-
Tanya.

And - oh how! - that . . .
you Tanya;
your sweet name
is like a rose.

That the dictionary
cannot define . . .
but in only dreams.

Like only dreams
do - WORDS . . .
'DO' WORDS(.)

That words - only
may exist.

'TANYA'


Verse 6

Tanya -
upon. '

Upon which all words
do conceal
my true love.

My true image -
chanelling my true image of me.
. . .my true image.
of-
you
Tanya.

That the stars fill the night sky
might not shine;
and only do they gather
together in the heavens
because of
you
Tanya.


Verse 7

( That . . . - that your name. ) - Tanya

Changed everything . . .

re-arranged ( ( the dictionary ) )

re-affirmed ( ( my belief ) )

. . .

. . . only ( in-) to -
- be found
- FOUND -
in ( my-) dreaming.

In my dreams.

You, Tanya.

Take a trip- -
down this . . .
ISLE.

The isle of dreaming ;
things
- these
things
are inside.

That are-


Verse 8

within us.

Tanya - shall we
call the crib'
an island.

Of majesty-

truth and honor . . .
peacful tranquility
on a
sailboat . . .
of emotions.

Sailing- sailing-
/away.

Everything already has
Everything already-
has.
Changed.
. . .
Changed.
Again
-


Verse 9

This adaptation -
the truth ( . . .of words)
A weight- of
the world
entering a universe
on its own.

Tanya.


Changing - are we
( not?) ????

That the fact is
true.

Only you, Tanya.
Only you.

Can do this!!!



Verse 10

That all words

...

each and -
every.

A dream
is found.

We are running idle;
a candel lit flickers.

Brown sugar

I'm a powerful psychic
that converts...
-into many
too many.

And - chestnuts...
a chestnut falls!

CRASH.

As I lick you to pieces.

No- superficial apathy.

Pickles dipped I try with honey - there's plenty there are...

I do...
to verify this unwanted
Warning.

Thought I not?!

But in the bathing of champagne;
I sip on.

My rhetoric-reasoning. (the rheteroic of...)
The flavor of an "insensitive" human-being;
in the narrative/.
For reasoning ability:

Was I ever
-i
really?

Really. -
/

On the last line of each paragraph (.)

Each paragraph begins contextual.

In a sensual voice that whispers.
Whispering - voices.

The voice is -whispering!

Whisper-ing!

To surrender.

Tanya...
the context of a lover(s) -will.

The context of a bride.
In the context of love/ and ability.

My neurotic - sad eyes.

(( My eyes are sad no longer. ))

Mine are.

Enemy rock star

There's "non-threatening"
/hat/red.

This extension of
myself;

I've held-off.

The' where-
love fills-
my air,

This struggle;
my own suffering...
of a
high -
cabin fever.

A a-witness

The panic
though ( not... )

TO AVOID

...comes the

-me

mo-

-ry

A velvet rose garden

There is such a thing as in love.
But three times the weight
-before that time it hit.

I've not done the worst I could if not to survive
the breath of an angel.

And the eyes
THE -eyes.

This longing.

Winter Machines

Born in the religion of sainthood;
probably best not to quit.
( Though generally speaking. )
Gravity.

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epic (love poem) Nov 13-17

d-day

pull-ing refinement

for refinement sake
no- seriously!

You drove me.

To the

GROUND-
BELOW.

Sub-zero.

Temperatures

And a - a - wall of fire!?

( On this occassion... )

I've always seen my refinement is
of quality - not status.

A waLL of FiRe-

God willing...
as often
does.

I do "Nots"
-
for fear without
being as proper.

Very, very- very
'unaccusing of me.

I remaining as'

The part I came to understand
perhaps needed reasoning;
but it failed?

I never got everything right the first
time.

I tried!

The first time becomes easy to go through.

However, insecure.

After my breath stinks this badly-

Before I brush my teeth-
I think of objects in the mirror!
It's like I'm televising my
own personal experience...
thoughts.

Now I never thought-
about what might help
explain it?

My mind.
Plays tricks on me.
But am I-
AM I.

( Not really there. )
Happening in front of nowhere.

Tanya.

That I'd never lower my standards.
Learning how to raise the stakes is.

That you've taught me:
I embrace

I collect

I entertain the thoughts for a moment.

And listen as I speak - spoken thoughts.

In a whirlwind of emotion.'

''''''''''''


To offer:
the most prized possession of.

I require nothing.

Nothing has gone.

My low self esteem harsh-
harsshhhh

and...

bees honey.

Dripping...

On my brow!?

To slick my eyebrows once over
with fine honey golden-brown.

Bronze - I want to bronze my;
my expressions.
My tastes.
My wishes.

Because I can.

The human motivation for ambition

Jesus-
I know you like I KNOW
no- other.

And in times of me "needing"
I needing the breast of your undying
nature.

Comes with it?!
Rejection
-rejection.

Of my name oh lord.
This i pray oh Lord.
lord

But in times of false inhibition
I wore respect on the sleeve...
you own respect, Marco.

You speak to me, Marco.

You speak to ME-
oh lord.

And in this quiet
quiet.

I forgive thee oh lord.

You forgive me-
oh lord.

But it sounds like what the devil hasn't;
yet.

I have a preference of a willingness
to succeed-
in all things with a smile.

To ( do ) not expect the apology

You are.
A mother of all words?
The mother of all saints!
( But not. )
Never have I imagined...
my commitment.
My intentions ARE real;
don't "nothing" me.
My intentions are real.
My intentions ARE real.
My intentions ARE real.
And (I) habit-
will.
My habit-
of will.
Intentions are-
real.

Reminded of detention...
UNPLUGGED.

Adopting the Orphan

I'm of a far greater parody;
this distance between you Marco!
But how wonderful the day;
You've provided.'
-A dog with a bone.
I can feel in my BONES.
Hat on stilts-
my body.

Now enter the cage, and-
laugh instead.

LAUGH.

Great you're now leader, a leader
among men - how many?

Not that you imitate well
the giant within.

A marriage between the implant-
you're watery...
watery - eyes.

A less than self conscious appreciation

Happiness is a choice.
I want people to like me.
That doesn't mean that everyone
...will like me.'
( As long as I like-
myself. )
That's all that matters.

Greater > shadows : of death (...that this is a love poem; a poem of love.)

In the valley...
in the greater!!

In the Greater Valley?

THERE, OVER THERE-
IT IS.

IT ISN'T!

My shadowing death;
in a tree yard.

Though my beautiful sweet Tanya,
lays with me.
Like in our own daring comfort.
Though greatly subdued...
as I read her my soft tender loving poetry.
Love poems for you Tanya.
My dear-est.

And in warm icy winters
that warn of us.

Perhaps the sun has turned into ice,
and melted the snow bearing us to god.

But on nights like in bedrooms
filled with stars outside
shinning in through a window pane!?

Nothing can change that... nothing -
NOTHING.

( But I feel a calm storm breeze. )

To shed a tear, to share each tear like
a crop of wheat harvested.

In the shadow of death;
it's better that I have an
ARMY.

An army to call-
of my own silk.

I don't know Marco.
Marco, I don't KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW, Marco.

You get pretty scary.

Things get pretty scary.

PERFECTIONIST.

Canceled.

But what this means is-
I accept what I am.
Who I am NOT
being canceled.
You are perfection, Marco.

To think!!
If we -understand
this is...
THIS IS-
CORRECT.

"I'm thinking of a lot about my
future with Tanya.
She's giving me a chance
to sort out what I
need to happen.
That being said she's
"officially"
my girl.
And she's all I ever
needed."

These are my own greater
voices -
voices in the shadows...
the shadow in a valley
of
death.

The least superficial

I've fucking hated it.

You're condescending
superficial tone -
and that playing of
position you crawl...
like babies crawl.

( But through it all. )

I became somebody.

Much more.

More then you ever thought possible since
that day.

It wasn't a staged event

The night before he died,
Christ lay in his shadow.

Every shadow on the face of the earth
came down upon him?

But these images of the devil did not fool him!

Perjury of habits and lies.

Thank you for your understanding me

Today was like any other. I broke a sweat.
And the transfer of these images...
forced me to think.

The unbelievability.

This the reality of calm
sensations.

A sensuality.

With butter thoughts?
Butter THOUGHTS!

Better.

Not to be purged upon.
NO.
Do not be purged upon.

Those sweet buttery thoughts.
Of you Tanya.

Oh Tanya, my love.

And the great frost bites in this Winnipeg winter solice.

But give me strength, Marco.
I give you the power.

I saw myself getting through to him

Faker.
He was faking it!
The faker.
I did get to him...
Though many times -
many times.
A time I said:
"Jesus Christ".
( And a period at the end of a sentence. )
Two faces of superstition you dismiss.

Fear ( not ) for the weeping

She's dying
She's dying
She's dying
and my legs are so weak -
I'm crying.

The surprises that are in store

For you -
I dare not.

But on terms of my curiosity.

Friends of night owls.

And night in loom.

Not the owl.

connection reached

conventional mind setting
I stay on the line
for a piece of action
that I wear.

(On the colder nights.)

I might decide to remain indoors?!
But I never drastically assumed you liked
me.

"Rebuilt" : Rebuilding in the making of prophecy

I don't know my middle name
as-for-you.
What tension emerges
coming you
through me.
(Is a Surface level.)
No REASON!
Fuck?

Enduring Temptation ( Taking... hold of the villain. )

My skill and determination
will overcome evil
all that is good.

Satisfaction -
doesn't fail to animate me!

- Or my abhorrence?
- Abhorrent selfish nature...

Secure in letting myself devour,
or;
not to be devoured in thoughts of emotionless -
reasoning.

Furthest to popular belief
remains candid in my approach to
control cultural storming weather.

Upon which I cannot be purged upon.'

A funeral for the - "wicked" (more than less fortunate)

Since the beginning of time, the bible wrote of a resurrection... but there was never a warranty attached. Commodity in the sale of death is hardly damning. Far beneath the sands are hours and hours of eternity. Like a house. Haunted with conformity. But the scales of fish and the smell of death. A door to the hollow room, is frozen shut. I reinvent. The reincarnate. And in the future, whatever goes beyond my own borders... a simple possibility. If you were on fire, (deliberately) set on fire, and totally inept.

The rights of desiring a chance for life. We exist? We do our most.

Not to be the victim!

The frozen garden (...the shadow's frozen)

A little bit of nothing
wasn't what - feeling
is like (it)!?

There's ( a mystery on...
as "it" involves traits
devoid of personality.)

There's a little bit
of always
in anything.

But never -
never I.

I do believe...
(in everything.)

Therefore chives - and - honey
are inexpensive
(to) taste.

B E L I E V E

Not to rationalize
how paranoia - should be.
Rather what paranoia should feel.

From my frozen garden...

I still / still / yes still

Dream of camelot!
Yes ...
-
yes
yes-

I still dream of camelot.'

Yes - I sit here still.

No need my love!?

( My love. )

We move on - forward.
I've these crazy thoughts
that the world is
an
ABOMINATION.

Only to feel it crumble into rich creamy...

Halucination.

Back on the horse's tail.
BACK -
is a long way to HELL.

Climbing mountains
to reach the height of
destiny.

My longevity is nearing.

And I climb,
keep climbing
HIGHER.

But money - finances
are not in the flames of burning
desire.

Instead, the opportunity of
each and every other
plot thickens.

The plot thickens,
as I waited as
a child.

For Kris Kringle.

And after arriving through the chimny.

I would get on my knees -
DOWN ON KNEES
and pray.

This act of penance -
an accordian players nightmare.

Burning chestnuts on an open fire.
Roasting the freezing ice capade
on everest.

Climbing the mountain,
only to reach the summit.

And I climb down,
upon my knees and I
pray.

Burnt chestnuts.
Death to the chestnut.
Death to the chestnut.
Death to the chestnut.

I climbed.
I roasted.
I then prayed for it.

Giving birth

Jesus.
I met you once.
Jesus!
We were at a playground with no return address?
Dressed like little soldiers in pink.
What location missed desiring your company.
I was there.
Just think.
I was there.
"What location missed desiring your company."
I didn't...
miss the location
desiring your company.
Fleeting pastimes.
Fleeting pastimes of emotion
memory fading -
my memory fading.
My memory fading when in another reality
the world seemed coil spring.
Those days pass I don't recall.
I remember being there.
(But I don't recall.)

Fleeting pastimes.

In this naval ship
moving upward and downward
over the wild blue ocean.

A small trophy case

I pay you a fee for travel.
Expenses.
Covering my tracks!
Late reactions (to) unordinary...
indecision?

Self Righteous pretenses

But not an alliance.
Yes marriage.
No?
You said I was sad!
(But happier then romance.)

Correct angles of rabbit feet

The pleasure of her breath
on my...
Oh my.
Oh MY!
And the truth is 20, 000.
20, 000.
No rules.

Porn Syrup

How blessed I feel
that the reader
I treat.
Read poetry for the
new age.
And - I wear a cross.
On my neck.
A tv on.
Beautiful.
I'm falling!?
(Falling.)

Japanese Motorcycle

From the moment
I began misinforming;
in order to shape
my own identity!

Everything
wasn't -
incongruent/congruent.

Discriminating self esteem.

What I felt
I left
a long time
ago.

And in a world made of
struggling to achieve -
if our world is
easy compromise.

Before I forget what was regret.

Elderly villain.

Yet - in this world
my own struggles only -
a-half-truth
become less and less
easy to compromise?

That - that my friend.'
That is easy compromise.

Acronyms

Words - there are many.
Objects - there are a few.
And I think that flaws of the human
mind.
Therefore, I am human?

Larger then aging life style

I don't forgive.
But I can tell you the story,
as I was told.
Somehow?
Somehow?
Lost in the heat of emotion.
I cradled you baptized.
But I can tell you the story,
as I was told.
A narrow margin of error!
(Yet through it all...)
Don't you think about
times of happiness and rationalizing
the victim.
Such a capable eccentric that SPARKS of
humanity.

My better than aging lifestyle.

Cork tree bottle-opener

There was that time when...
nothing went wrong.
As I watch the children awaking.
I formed an investigation for criminally -
insane.
A chorus
of birds.
A string of verse.
And all of this time lost!
True love?
(My all that matters.)

Astronomy in winter

I'm not shy with the feelings I have!
And the fragility.
And vulnerability?
But the fridgidity -
not pretend.
Fighting fighting.
Learning not to care.

Freshly cut lavender

Forfeiting.
The argument.
And damaged dreams upon!

The greed of ambition -
that mine
can trasform the weather.

That I can talk
about many things
I have argued
with...

Strangely

won spelt backwards

And I wonder what possessed the lower case letters
of the alphabet?
For I to consider such a novelty.
Such poetry.
Such life.
But I just remembered how
she gives off her smell.
Fine odor.
As considerate and gentle
we are.

Educated!

(That our own happiness is deserving.)

Money - from shapes

If there ever was that mystery?
The kind you get for correct spelling, without any errors
or identifying the correct shape.
What else is there!

words of consciousness

the least aware
I've become
the letters create
a meaning
.

but aside from the curve on
the edge of my lips

-

the fuel in my heart
ignites

.

The acting - colder -

Persistence is my greatest virtue -
but on some occassions...
speak.
And great life.
But I do not begin the understanding of a vision.
No longer do I believe in the devil or how god?exists?
But on many levels, god lives in the ideal world of images!
Perhaps because I thought back about -
a time in history.
OR the hell I went.

laboring affections

i will learn not to inform my own bias as
regularly as i often do
but the truth is...
- i still require.
many -
- biases

field trips when you were younger...

there's this guy
he makes a mistake
and i told him
then he says to me and -
i forgot what he said
and i don't know
then i said whatever
and then he said okay
and i said sure

iwantstrippers

I don't know.
post whatever the hell else you want:
poetry should be a thing of beauty only because you as the reader; are interested in the intricate side of the writers "whereabouts".
do you understand?
do you.

manipulation of the worst kind

the worst kind of manipulation
returns to me most days off
and then i try to make sense of
what made things suspicious to me
eating my own words
trying to lose again!
not caring
not participating
nothing to gain from this

Honestly.

no i'm sick of it
/...tired
-being
this is messed up.

divinity

I hate politicians
I hate engineers
I hate civil servants

I'm a terrorist.

And yes.

You didn't have to ask:
that I already know?

(What is.)

Do you believe me?

Marco, like it didn't even matter what you think.
You failed me.

Perhaps, the thought crossed your mind.

That there are these - words - and they are meaningless.

That everything I've done becomes a lie. I'm lost!

Selling out. Each and everyone. Only to have failed you lord.
Lord almighty creator of heaven and earth.
This is all I have to offer.

But Christ, save me. Protect me from sin.
And let me be happy.

This is a 28 year old male.
This is a fragment of my conscious ability.
This is a sorry victim.

Now help me live.
While I struggle to care.
While I rather not survive.

publicity stunts

The nest.
Nobody is here fighting over nothing.
Tell me what you've become in time -
the time.
You've wrecked me?
You're not what I thought was real.
The spade.

The nest.

The spade.

The nest.

The spade.

Spread.

S - T - R - E - T - C - H

Why me? Why now?
This is terrible.

I've been faking.'
The faking.

Do you read me, here.

Here.

How about here.

But I still pray.
But I still pray.
But I still pray.

Dear god.

To god,

Please accept my offering.
For I am not holy.

Amen.

are you blind

Are you not blind?
I repeat -
aren't you blinded!
(Nearly impossible.)
Yes, nearly.
That I've been deprived of hunger...
my only passion for freedom.
But it's been stolen.
Taken from me, you
ripped it apart.

we are the - ... - the are we

That depends
Mr. Super villain.
All superhero's
are outlaws.
Therefore, I think...
yeah.
You're right.
How's that, for

a Canadian.

Strategic Imbalance

It has been a long stay.
I've been -
reduced to the womb.
But god, why?
Why this.
Why now.
Time and time again!

substitutions

The equinox.
A climate changes?
No! -
Temporarily I've exacted, trust.
(The truth is nearest.)

Female archetype - and - male instincts : habit vs. formation

You be a man -
I be the woman!
Right or wrong?
(No matter.)
I've become some other "victim";
in confidence.
Overhead - swooping cranes.
WOOOOSH

...

pacifist - "decentized me"

i'm cold and lonely
there's no help
i thought about this day coming
but the rest is history

Unhealthy Narcissism

Whoever knew that?
Must have...
- apriori!

The true nature (Avant Garde:) insecurity is the new defense-mechanism - ...

The padre - rejected!
Rejected.
Selling off the embarassment.
Fearing myself.

Cola bottle, emptied.

Aching. -
Aching. -
Aching.

Sense of humoring me

I refuse to argue over that!
What's mine is yours - is ours.
The neglect riding on rails,
choo-choo.
And a matter of logic.

The obligation of a - personal obligation

...
Iwantedthis
tolooklike
itmeantsomething.

Discreet Channeling

In this dark chamber of my mind -
the darkness thickens.

I'M FORGIVEN?

After working double-shifts:
hours of overtime.

Past each moving -
satelite!?

Sloppy habits; for the trouble
of covering my own - only assets.

I'll save my breath.

Twice Looking

It's nothing but -
complimentary.
To serve you better, father!
My excellency - execution?
A portuguese poet from winnipeg.
Yet I idoloize you.
I believe.
I've blamed myself enough;
on fate on.
Of private inhibitions and -
and jokes that I've been
told make me blush.

Create(s) - created - creating

You fine creature in the dark -
My name is Dr. Sampiao Ornesto.
I've combined the heteronym of Fernando Pessoa
with the ideals of Jose Saramago!
Communists.
I'm not a communist; only in disguise.
I've worn a superhero outfit, for sometime...
But everybody either chooses to ignore me, or fail to
recognize my morality in an ethical context.
(Then I get it.)
Such normal a elephant.
Such normal.
Such normal.
Such normal.
Immoral?!

But I subdue the great beast.

Capriano Algor - lived in a cave all of his life. Saramago
would've been proud. Not living in the context of animals; or
only humanity as a species serving.

Life outside of the cave - is for Pessoa.

Somewhere there has to be a disciplined awareness that cannot have escaped -

I'm burning out inside.
The candle.
Flickering.
But only because...
- I've decided not to
increase the outcome?
Increase the outcome!
For everything.

Feeling sad and blue? Don't wipe out what resemble your emotions best.
Face the reality of every situation and
make good on your innermost thoughts.
Just a simple reminder to never stop
believing in yourself.

Open to the idea

If ever a ghost were present...
and while story-telling.
The great idea of a loving person?
Someone loving and free!
(I'm open to subject.)

Chinese Message "To will" (...the will of happiness.)

Put me back together!
Put me back together!
Put me back together!

Strategic challenge.
- Illustrious words - each - and - every?

Permission, without allowing the tame lioness.

Just being there...
If I don't move, you
might pull a muscle!
(Trying not to?)
And the sound of a sweet
whispering voice.

I've created - my own.
In - sanity.
Just being here.

For future reference, experience learning
expert and experimental.

Troubled chastity.

Smiling.

The moment an adhesive forms -

My mind is filled with fear and anxiety.
That is poetry in -
backwards memory!
I didn't do it.
I knew the porche was in the garage.
(It doesn't mean anything.)
I learned to block it out?

Moderate Challenging

In the course of time, many
different things might happen to emerge.
Passion being one of them.
Culture.

In november rain...

Motivated Metaphorical Detail

Punish me!
I said: to punish,
requires great amount of attention; effortless thought?
But what kind of a definition do you seek?
Yes - Jesus is looking for work...
A jobless carpenter.
No! No! No!
Not like that -
indifferent most of the time.
I think of marriage.
I dream of proposals.
And in light of my show stopping ability.
The show is ready for me.

An extravagant funeral procession

You should elaborate more often then?
(Not what I expected.) No, Marco.
However, the chill in my bones was to be expected.
My eyes are on fire.
FIRE!
Put out.
Put me out.
I'm telling you my eyes are burning.
My soul.
That fire within the taverns of my mind.
Speak to me, Marco.
You devil.
You angel.
Speak.
How elusive of me, Marco.
That my ghost has already risen from the dead!
And here I pretend to write this.
- Rebel ghost.
Shouting mad obscenity. -
Totally unreal.
Completely unexpected.

Unadulterated nature.

My friend, Marco.

For pleasure.

This wasn't the most fun I've ever had, will I.

That bad actors mistakes, make mine a good choice of logic.

The Shiek and I

Who is - I.

You clever narrator.

You created this parody, shiek.

The smell of cod-fish

The missing link?

You chauvanist.
You sexist...
pig-roast.

My god!

Ah - the lick of releuctant defiance.

Haystacks are...

Heightened ambition.
I need.

Not? I stop. Not!

Not! I stopped. Not?

My hidden talents... - ...

EXTRODINARY. -

- EXTRODINARY

(THAT THE MEANING ALWAYS CHANGES.)

Each line for my ambitions. Each word.

Everytime. I said the word! -

- EXTRODINARY

Extrodinary things happen.

"Extrodinary."

Haystacks are extrodinary.

Sun Shadow Valley

A cactus with feelings. -
I am. (Delirium!?)
I don't like it.

I like it here. (Delierious...)

Hides behind there - laughter.

I do.

Pursuit of Happiness

I cannot.
- I simply know.
That imagining anything less perfect about me?

The density of will

I felt at times, a different kind of opposition.
Kierkegaard wrote: Purity of the Heart is to will one thing...
the shape of my heart is rare to most anyone!
What kind of symbol is my heart to my fine, sweet -
lover?
I historically uncover the secrets.
Something told me when whispering in the wind.
Tell me now: the park filled with pigeons.
Powder, powder. -
- Powder everywhere.
Like flower.

Faithfully Yours

Last night I created another world;
perhaps one that escapes fantasy?
But isn't this wonderful.
Wonderful!

SKULL

I see.


For I am a mortal.

Not like last night, - immortal.

I faked nothing you did, and yet you thought about telling me I spoke without knowing.

Such a perfect language, it may have been?
I usually test.
I tested - myself.
I'm loving you.
Remember, falling in love!
Love - loving.
There's a diffence - def-ense.

And I think you're beautiful, so happy, so free.

That makes me gush with joy. That I trust. (That you.)

Insects/Bugs/God

He-creatures! ;He, he...
I created this - this.
Tell me the truth, Mr..
Channel the story in another manner.

"She'll"

- A dynamic is created, something
between us changed!
You weren't the same as I.
Instead, you showed me how you felt.
And I gave it to you.