Now near, hear: those near, or far, lend me your ear
This was long time ago coming, and with a nervous disposition, he transitioned, back. Back to source, out of sort, back to out, of sort, back to the source, out, source.
This was inevitable, people get ready, or else suppress, silence all that led up to this. Deny it on
the basis it's too far gone, irrelevant by the sort,
Back to the future right but foreword to the past wrong.
This is not a damned popularity contest she snorted, her bellowing moans unheard of yesterday, since then becoming omniously present. Let me be,
shooting fire out of both nostrils, let me be, while
winking past the object standing before her the unfinished business.
Where were you when I needed you, when I fell, with both wings burning the clear yellow drops of wax mixing with tears and grime and blood. Why do you
deny me with such vehemence as if you merely cared
for my sweet caress upon your velvety undertow, with the stumps of wings left to only one remaining purpose to comfort you and make you feel like a real
For you are a woman, abstracted from the little girl,
everyone's little girl?
And nervous he became when he became aware of
the gordian knot, the knot from which there is no
untangling, the Knots of which he said: no your ok,
you are definitely not out of your element, your mind.
And as he withdrew into the abyss of real insanity, skeptics charged Munchausen, feigning the escape
from intolerance. He knew, but was he scared that scared?
He went through it never the less, charging forward heading a brigade of souls, who cared not if he was for real, they knew, they knew against all odds ,
Trumpeting the toll of the seven, Even if of a prophecy of self, fulfillment. But why? He asked, because your self now, so empty, so vacuous of content. For if it was said you did it to others, before he did it to your self, then, it is sealed and justified.
Hey are nerveous in this age of duplicity, and again the wave, expected as the Tsunami following the earthquake, and for heavens to murgotroy it is bound
to follow, whereupon the née Sayers chime in I told
you so but late too late.
So if you see, in your worst enemy the little kind wise
baby that once she was, tied by that most bound love
of the mother, don't forget her, who did miraculously deliver him, deliver him was said, will come, again and again, her redemption will cure the most dire sin
of them all: the unforgiving duplicity of the rakers of
mud, the slingers of gratitude for infliction of pain heaped upon the shoulders of the. Angels and the archangels, the fools and martyrs, the victims and
the saints. Don't forget them even those who fought
in spite of Nero's downturned palm, in spite of the final temptation, in spite of she snorting , and betraying the beast within. Has this monstrous
fearful being left completely, or is it yet overlapping a
porously dense saturated jungle of nerves, ready to strike out as though once was said in defiance of the Cross, another sign in a long road with other
Do not contemptuously Ye, dare, throw them away, for fear of the little nets will crush you for all eternity.
Does one cancel another, overlapping by acuity, or, saturated by lust, so they cannot heed Khrishnamurti's call to oblige to let it go?
What beast copulate, while their sleeping babe is being tortuously devaoured by this hungry beast?
maybe the dumb fish who have stayed in that ocean
of despair, from which we managed to escape, appreciating the difference between food and on cell organisms of their own creation.
Sentience did not suddenly come down out of divine grace, it was a hard won prize, and to shortcut that,
by a quick swing of Occam's razor, does injustice to
all who struggled for eons to get past the mistakes of karmic retribution.
No, wonder why he became nerveous at the end, when most if not all could never in a million years understand, that it was fate flying on the wings of
inviolate fallenness which advised him not to glance back for pain of turning into a pillar of stone, the wisdom of which still stands on that rock of Athena.
If you can't look back, those blinders will rush fireward, bravely, into a new hope, but condemned to
loose the ground from which all traces of this fear
gather the humongous strength of their decomposition.
But hark, those who like Norah can stand in the grace of the original intent, which they so shielded from the eyes of those fearful ones, their own begotten, but in
stead can teach them the delicate ladder, those will
spare them from the suffering pain, and be transposed into the world of the coming age of Aquarius.