No accompaniment acclimates thine devoid of living,  of thinking past the sinning of thine thirteenth deadliest sins.

The road gets narrower, chase lanes get fairer where the willows ponder and sway!!

Eight years gone five to go sais the men in blue, we could be him, he could be you!!!

What a diamond inside the maze....

Familiar and famous you shall be If you like, breathe If you might, the walls are coming in!!!!

Falter, fed like doctors, it takes a nurse inside the gates to get in silk-saltined skin I die to find!!

Rubies strive to shine where the moonlight takes its place!!!

Planet's small, largely designed!!! Tapes played to speed fests of dying minds!!!!

What a blind we've put between the hairs square, where art noones fair, at least not to me no more!!!!

What do we look forwarth to being? Forward to seeing when the train stops at loveless station!!!!where different nations meet at one world belief...

Hatred brings fear, false tears now  come near to the statuette's of cut degraded beef. Endoctoronated streets!!!!

Openly honest to Birdseye view, cameras old and new snap shots from whence you'd remember...will I be free .Thirteen days? Or let out in mid December!!!!!!/

Anomous snitching,
Tooth dead crinching,
The Grinch has made his way in!!
Talk of the town,
What's made is yours,
And what's ours is yours.
You bee sting amongst the nest!!
Epeleptic symptoms turn the chairs of doctoria request!!!
Antsy fingers,
Written unspokeness,
While the ongoing brokenness rewrites history paradox sense!!
Repentance,
Repentance,
Jurrassic marmelade!
Giving up all your readiness for our creditless credit carded trades!!!
Grass root momentary,
Head stone obituary, you are soo lovely in day!!!
The weeds that pull wrap divinely,
Enter signification relieve all things timely...
Relinquishments own freshing!!!
Grads of the ages for a scripturetic blessing,
How seasonal this all is!!!!!!!!!
Four chambered mansion, hearts beats immaculate to sweets and treat's of sugar can value!!!

Where coffee rocks fall through open lace of white state rags....

Have you ever gazed into nothingness?
Where even something can be thy bliss?
For that I know, I want it gone!!
For its this I won't miss!!!!

Have you ever swallowed thine own tounge, as your search turns to dung, as a rope you want to lash around thine neck.
When that murderer lonesomeness storms in!!!
For I seek no revenge!!

Is it soo hard to asketh thineself lord? For a misty like apparition?
I'm sick of provision and clowns that bypass me!!
They cheat me,
They mock me!!!!

I'm sickly tiring ready to throw in the Pennie I have left...
For I'm sick of this mess, for I'm even sick of me...
Dying disease,

On that never ending search!

Yet that search is about to come to a halting gallop!!

For I throw in that rusted Pennie into thy wishing well of hopeless romantics....

It's a small bed we share
barely enough for the two
but big enough for the pair
to see the years sail through.

The wood now creaks with age
shrunk thin the old mattress
weighed down with passing days
buoyed up with embrace.

The pillows are thick with stains
of tears that flowed all the while
from rivers of joys shared pains
upon travel of the long trying miles.

Loyally it carries us along
our bed of priceless worth
could mere wood be that strong
if not bonded with warmth!

I've counted every firefly
Waiting for you
One
You have stars in your eyes
Two
And stardust in your lungs
Three
Your voice will drip with honey
Four
My counting's just begun
Sixteen
Every day will be and adventure
Seventeen
I'll travel the world with you
Eighteen
We won't have to leave the bed
Nineteen
My world will be you
Forty-three
We'll compare scars
Forty-four
And swap the best stories
Forty-five
We won't care about accomplishments
Forty-six
We're each other's greatest glories
One hundred and eight
I'm getting lonely dear
One hundred and nine
I counted this firefly twice
One hundred and ten
The waiting will be worth it
One hundred and eleven
You'll be my only vice
One thousand and twenty-one
I don't think you're coming
One thousand and twenty-two
I lost count a long time ago,
I hope you're counting too.