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.