I don’t even know an impenetrable Silence will break my spiritual peace, or will it just equalize it like the language of a moving balance? Words from deep are knocking off the reefs of landlessness and they are still struggling for new goals! My closed eyes are asleep: plenty of stone blocks, even the lunar night of huge dreams falls on me! I may soon be lifeless, even on the cliffs of my mortality, the restless Nothing!
 
In the great current of Being, I cannot want to drift any further! As a well, I will immerse myself in selfish-stubborn growls! I really want to trust in the devotion of Redeeming Loves so that I will forget forever fear and fear; the crested waves of heart-sounds under silence stir and destroy at the same time! Through the alley of shady crypt-faces, I stumble as a shadow that is already shattering myself and I can't even find the sure way out!
 
Greedy and Fragile The puffing of people immediately subsides and strikes back into Nihiles Nothing! How can I stand up to the challenges of Being when Survival also comes into paid laws ?! - The star fire of bombing eyes holds me many times, it also killed my eccentric will and I died on the ladder of opportunities: into ancient mists!
 
In the gaping traps of annihilation, I had time to delve even further into myself! In my self-pity, in order not to lose myself once and for all, I always needed someone who was an understanding, protective Angel, who bowed his angel wings over my head. I don't know yet that I was constantly let go, but the feeling became, "I may not be absolutely alone!"

What does the Night say when the dreadful fear listens in me? Everything in me is still wounded and defenseless as an adolescent! I have not yet researched for myself the extended question marks of Redemptive, Hand-held Love and Question and Answer! "What can the dense Night ask, if all the flames of the Universe on each other's glowing-tense bodies are just dust-covered, avittos dazes?"
 
My selfish, man-avoiding stutter in my murderous silences: Where could I have made a mistake? And could only I have sinned ?! I would call him, the Angel who caresses in his chirping voice, still me — I have another difficult day to come — I can’t discover his superstitious lunar face! Despair s selfish tremors all night woe-trouble!
 
What will the Night say in a whisper, and will I be able to trust even those I have surely accepted as my Eternal Friends ?! Will the Dear listen with deliberately tamed zeal when my shattered Soul invites me by asking a giver-expensive confession? ,,Everything is alright?!"
 
Will he listen then? Will you listen to my countless billions of bubbling questions ?! What can the Night listen to if, as a studded, dreamy alien, I had to thrive on this complicated earth alone; Will the Night be silent and speechless ?! My condensed moment, if I'm not careful, promises a trough: injured wrinkles fall from my face with tears…

Handshake promises buried in myself! I was a Scapegoat s Cowardly traitorous, smiling with tears among the cheerful clowns! Outside, from the mouths of the uttering Judgments and Prophets, the vision seemed like a failure! Upstairs, in the radiant sparkle of his eyes, the rocking lady of the snow-white moon harbors! My forehead can no longer be crowned with redemptive kisses, my immortal Beloved; I've tolerated enough!
 
I was conceived as a misunderstood experiment, a sinful curious sin! Target My life has been targeted by deliberate envy, garbage jealous! "True pearl falls grow dearly in your sleeping eyes so you can still testify!" My responsible conscience climbs into my Soul infected with deepening guilt and makes it testify!
 
A frill of light flickers flirtatiously in doorways: a woman's shoulder shatters gracefully through the folds of clothes! "She's barking, she's getting angry with herself, she's still testifying alive in the present!" - Our knocking Heart splits into a dazed, throbbing twilight as we embrace the Universe and our bodies fall into the lake of the Savior's Nothing!
 
Goddess's hands clink in my hairy stone-back in conciliatory-confidential way so that with Faithfulness we can push the extravagant sins of our immortal minutes together! Tears are rising into coral castles in our eyes! Our flesh is already boiling on its own, and a symphony of music is on our cartilage! "Perhaps the Grace that even redeemed me could drift to the beating Golden Hearts?"

When the eternally endowed Human Spirit, once gifted with Immortality, may have believed that human light, blazing in a halo tense in deer eyes, is not merely a product of combustion — but the eternal moment of the fillable, sanctified Universe; training in a living fire with two Sighs of the Spirit so it can boil budding into One! A graceful fever-lily stretches a pulled-out petal and as a nerve rises and what remains immortality Prometheus will be born!
 
It spreads from my little boy's face, cherishing a melancholy orphan; unquenchable, pure Flame then He became! My trickled panting head sweated like a pearl-mouthed sweat like the blink of Damocles' blade! Our fingers spread hesitantly apart in the captivity of our bodies: we smuggled lively stuttering words of compliment into each other's honeyed lips!
 
the waterfall of my trembling infarct heart shone like a breathtaking glass ball drop in the glow of Arca Gioconda, the elf of an abundant, rushing stream! And we could already feel the throbbing immortal piece of our body in the Universe that had split once and started to divide and became first three and then four-hearted under the captivity of our ribs!
 
Buds of buds shattered in the rays of our sparkling angelic eyes for our Happiness! - A glow of hawthorn in a tropical night, a flaming lace bush for the two of us is the way to go, perhaps ready from eternity; In our Savior Child Smile, we ignited the Essence that we honestly owe each other like two Children!

How can I build my career of opportunity over the open gap of raging Hell’s mouths? How could I prosper in the blind age of silly Celeb fools, when the pounding, unscrupulous break didn’t haunt me either !! "Roaring lava curses burned figured stigma on my sad face!" In the petty cat-and-mouse battle of humans, I fell to the ground many times voluntarily and there could hardly be anyone around me to help me! The worn-out rag wings of my idea were torn to small pieces by an insidious calculation, superficial Indifference!
 
I tried to eye etheric spaces of light in the shells of True Pearls; I could have been stunned and happy, I would have been if the rules of my survival could be just an arm's length away! The shimmering lights of linden stars are only very rarely greeted; my cared forehead around the forehead a lot of lived glass ***** rumbling in the dark! Everyday lightning shards zigzag through the waves of my existence and I still can't know
 
how can I survive the One-way to get ahead ?! Towards demonstrable Mortality flows the sparkled countdown of Being we gained at birth! He threatens to grab my menacing Unsteady Throat and not let me through my chronic drowning!
 
My chubby face fidgeted with grimaces at a defenseless little child trembling; a refreshing shower of showers shakes my relentless shoulders: a Mother-moon gaze flies away and touches me dearly and tenderly in my dreams, - then returns: the power of laughing from sparkling amber eyes echoes when a day is driven by its hibernated underwear!

Graceful ballerina
 
Flirtatious Thirsty Dream: stroking like the music of Angel Wings. You will be more than a holiness than a carnal, glowing cell; Among the ladies, the Only One! Because every day you close and close your creative petals and buds in roaring winds as well, so that your karakan will bloom with will! Saltó bursts out of suicidal ravines with the flickering catch of Saltó mortal trapezes that curl high through flattering flattering soles!
 
You reconstruct your day with the flaming rebirth of the Phoenixes every day! From the sword of human applause, your fear is strained in an airless room - lest you get in trouble yet! Your sun-river will shine in your precious silk eyes if you have done your maximalist work well! Your golden light amber skin will be kissed daily by the Sun instead of me; trombone lips demand of you too, like the compromised sensation from me!
 
Flower petals grow even in the sacred depths of your beating heart: deep in the lake, the trembling of stars is your tiny throbbing! Did you do well? And while you are constantly concentrating with disciplined vigilance, disturbing human voices are still shouting at you! reflectors
 
a fragment of light interferes with your free-speech prospect; and I looked at you as a Woman and yet the redeeming power of holy Friendship was more important than anything!
 
From the wings of eternal freedom, let your Art soaring to heaven become; so your dearest dream can come true! - Your dancing stunts must always have a killer-authentic effect so that they can drink into human hearts…

In the cemetery trenches of eye pits, prodigal dreams line up; mourning each other every day! Dripping crater tears, like clotted blood droplets, are still wasting halfway between the grids of wrinkles and they don't know where and where they're going ?!
 
The undeserved Present: We are enslaved to our heads as ozone hole brains in the form of guard-protectors. The curse of reality is forever on our hands: the prisoner-handcuff! Our senses go out to a solidified light as a whistling baggage! Staring looting eyes cherish empty nights Cosmos canvases v
 
If we could still switch back to the roots of the Present so we can start all over with new cards! With a hangover depicted the next day, Dawn also seems like a lunar eclipse! Promised dreams fall into each other's throats if they can't come true! A sharp knife stands in the hands of an executioner, and his possessions are mine, which can be expropriated!
 
They exile themselves and exterminate the Debris World! Even in the eyes that want to watch awake, the flowering shattered can hardly be budded! Scooter scalpels with crooked edges to catch suicidal intent; and this is how adrenaline junkies flirt every day for new, more adventurous experiences! Everything is digested in the Spirit
 
soak yourself in Nirvana-white emptiness! Its nourished worms, found at home on earth, have been waiting patiently for times
 
play the loot as someone else pulls the government aside, or from the loneliness of floors of Icarus trying to invisible wings fall to the ground alive! Most of all the war is that the words of a sinful Man are hardly listened to by the Being.

Buried in myself handshake-Promises! I was a scapegoat and a cowardly traitor! I was tearfully smiling with my face cheering
 
among clowns, there were cursing Judgments out there like cursed dogs barking, and from the mouths of the prophets, the vision might have seemed a failure! Upstairs, in the radiant sparkle of his eyes, the rocking ladik of the snow-whitewashed moon harbors; my forehead cannot be crowned with redemptive kisses immortal My dear!
 
I've tolerated enough! I was conceived as a misunderstood experiment, a sinful curious sin! Target My life has been targeted by deliberate envy, garbage jealous! "True-pearl falls grow dearly in your sleeping eyes so you can still testify!" My conscience flows into my Soul infected with deepening guilt and makes me testify!
 
A woman's shoulder flickers flirtatiously through doorways - she gracefully shatters through the folds of her clothes: she growls herself angry with herself in the present and yet the crazy Heart testifies! Our knocking heart collapses into a dazed, thumping twilight; as we embrace the Universe to ourselves and our bodies fall into the lake of the Savior's Nothing!
 
Goddess hands cling to my hairy stone back in conciliatory-confidential way so that with Faithfulness we can push the minute-limits of our immortal minutes together! In our eyes, tears rise to coral castles and flatten away! Our flesh is already budding on its own, and a symphony of music is coming to us on all our cartilage! Maybe even the grace that redeems me can drift towards the beating Golden Hearts ?!

… Because even a happy birth is just a tiny, lasting piece of our existence: Race with the Time Part! Countdown for ourselves! Outraged, hard-to-get loves are tricked under the window of my trick drunk! Bloods bloodshed in the captivity of Dawn! The cosmic emotion of Faithfulness creeps into thethe vulnerable Soul cracks ofand bites like a fleeing ghost after the assured Redemption!
 
In the depths of the narrow cells of molecules, only I can be a wrecked shipwreck waiting for his immortal Beloved, preaching complimenting confessions to the shells of chirping ears! Endless pledge of romance! "In the future, perhaps, he will bow down to me for the last time with the kisses of the angelic Goodness and the Universe - I will not have to be humiliated in the hyena of human survival in the murders of survival."
 
But rejoice in your self-forgotten deserved gift — the wishes of tomorrow! "I've never fallen so deep in a dull night!" In a raging storm-turmoil, my roots of existence cling; I should search an endless world for my already missed Beloved! Wounded in torture, the Spirit is asleep, waiting for redemption!
When will the prosperity of my abandoned refuge home come?! Can joy still reach this uninhabited land? I fall-sink daily without a trace; eternal despair can expand in my heart in heart attacks - the Present! - Your Lash-moon when for me her immortal message?