VOTE FOR ME

• deception passing by....
  ........vastly....
  ........falsely .. ........
  as if our feelings...
  our beliefs..
  our dreams .. .......
  .........jousting from the sky.. ........
  .........with wings...with energy to fly...
  extended as if they were beautiful colors.....
  adjustments  to our thoughts ... .......
  ..........thoughts of you and I...
  ..........forever to bring into our life is ...
  ..........a window like the view from a butterfly ........
  ..........double dealing fraud... ........
  mislead....deceive ..
  ingenious acts...of thought...

trickery...
..........intentions of deceit...
dupery....
......... gaining what I need...
when you listen to the air waves...view the picture  of deceit.. ........
of your applaud. it will soon be over...
two more years..... the adoption of conceit...
..........telling of a lie..
in the hope that you not think back...
in order to escape the guilt..
the guilt.. in orders comply...

......... or to gain and end...
and end that will have ramifications for you......
as well as I ...
embrace me ......
..........iamb you.......
the first amendment..... ........
..........where.. ........
..........really........ .......
         .church and state....... ........
the Constitution........
have some tea.....
do not forget about me..
my dog is lazy....lays around......
just acorss the sea.....
.......... does nothing..... and depends on me......
           and he is black.....
and does not know who his father is.
he could vote........vote for me.... just like you and me........

the terrorist are coming from the northern border........ ........
you look Asian ...
TO ME if you are old enough........
............vote for me.....
lets put in place a literal test for those who vote...
as in the old days......
when we kept them away......
can they spell

"Vote"

in English..... .......
.MICACA..
is what they say.....
we will take our country ...back....
small government.....
............this one is telling us what to say.....
the chamber of commerce.............THAT IS SO OK.......

WHY IS THERE FOUR HUNDRED BILLS STALLED THERE......
jobs over seas we are united to to filibuster to keep them there.... .......
...........dummies do not know .... the difference anyway........
           you will see. deregulate wall street...
           corporations can do best..
remember the last eight.........
health care ........
...........please....
           repeal is the way to go. health care repeal it anyway...
 America will take care of us there.
they will vote for me.......
...........it is in the bag..

THEY WILL VOTE FOR ME ?

sunday morning mourning

.......Yes I do believe in a "Gods Day" .......with the making of a call at six... in amazement that is.. is a -------up.. state of concussion.. what is to day.. like being shaken violently.. in a stunning.. damming way.

a code of values. .that questions the integrity .. of the one that jumps to answer. want to believe it .... you may have to stay.. inter the one you know.. like a common building block... build them here until he lets you go..

you can get on what ties this early.. ........defiantly .. is not like any other way..

it is different..it is existing within the mind... intrinsic....as the brightness of a star.... inherent in my thinking is where you are.. write... explain it .. so that the ones important .. in their internal dialog will surely hear you say ........he is so wrong. so out of touch ... how are we going to believe it ... are you going back.. to see if you are right... you are going find that you are... no need to go so far....that is how you believe ... .........because of your mind... you will find a way to define.. the essential qualities of meaning ..... meanings just so fine..

• define what was said on that day... when you do...
• you will feel so much better enter..just stay... . in the softness of laying there.. get up and take a look at what you did without thinking ... an enclave of thoughts.....like a breeze coming our way.. ........without being what you thought was going to happen .. ........unclogging things we say.. ........he is on his way.......
• in the air of a plane that we .. as integuments.... enclosing... covers of dismay... continue more at thatch .. alarmed at what we now say... .........a change without preparation .. abrupt anticipation. now.......this very day... forget about the goodness that you are feeling.. forget about finding the gold... the richness of a once is very strange... ..........a Averyl not to happen cold.... forever in your mind...a daily thing you live with... ..........amazed that you don't... amused that it does not happen ... ..........disapointment...but not surprised.. happens every day..
• HAPPENS EVERYDAY ..........at much to my dismay... Sunday morning ..........mourning

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obscurity

• ........shrouded.. ........
  hidden ..
  the darkness of the mind..
  what injuries will we find...
  .........forgotten in the walls of the ones so well defined...
  .........bring out in-to the open..
  benefit ..
  the ones that stay behind..
  .........forgive my passion.. .........
  .........forgive me fair... .........
  .........forgive my expression..
  the rudeness of my song...
  the spinning of what may be wrong. 
  erupting a state of mind.. .........
  .........i know what it is that hurts..
  .........when you hear those words of mine..
• pear-sing...like a knife..
  like a dagger in the heart..
  destroying what has been defined ..
  ..........a need to be up there ..
  not readily understood..
  ambiguous...
  an equivocal...
  enigmatic..
  ...........state of what we have to yet find... . ....
  ....
  .......vague..
  cynical thoughts of cryptic ideas..
  implying the lack of defined words to have you in my mind.
  deceiving. a purpose to obscure poems ...
  for one to defined...
  
  you in my thinking to be so fine...

• again forgive me..
  to continue in a well coveted box...
  so the we do not stray behind..
• into the air..
  that wonder that may be called a future..
  for us to intentionally conceal..
• for us to purposely hide the meaning of what we feel..
  in consideration of the hidden..
  make believe treasures there to be deceiving us...
  .........but only in our minds..
  .........consciousness of steel.
  often involving measurements of the state of our mind...
  description..of the reference to occurrences ..
  to record of what we may have done ..
  in an observational well being ..
  so that we have something to offer in time...
  for you to come back and say that you are fine..
  you are well.. .........
  
  you are in my mind..
  YOU SO VERY FINE

lavor to sustain

the length of time....

• the years we have ..
  have been there..
  nourished...
  support this thinking..
  .........heavy losses..to withstand...
  .........how will we know if it is today..
  .........can we bring back that time..
  
  a time.... ...........
  that was the one for us.
• thoughts of those days like the truth is yesterday..
  because we were young........
  that is why......
  ..........that is why you yearn for yesterday... ...........
  ..........It maybe tenderness.. ...........It -may be things .. you remember of that day.
  
  ............giernan.....chairein.....hortari... how can we make that one for us.......
  you rule the night.....
  you rule the time...........for me....
  ...........for all to see.........
  ...........to mean the same.. as wistfully...or sadly be....
  what I am doing here this day...
  ...........today........
  ...................
  sweat running down my face.......
  like tears on the sun....
  my ears going deaf....... ............
  ............the loudness of the machine...
  ............composing song for me to sing.........
• so........when this day is over.....
  ...........Am I still sane..... am I still the same..................
  ...........animals running all around me...
  I will join them to sing a song......
  a dance for rain..
  a dance for the genus porphyry ..
• in our eyes. in our thinking ..
  this thought will be maintained...
  
  THIS THOUGHT WILL BE MAINTAINED

......love ?

• smears-like streaks across the sky's...
  sometimes as beautiful as the ones I see in your eyes....
  never as near..
  .........never as clear..
  .........as when you are here...
• my love of all...
  my dear.
  melting away the feelings of fear.

the nearness of you..
the warmth of your touch ..
to me .....

when we realize the distance...
..........so far..
..........as the sight of a star...
..........please help me understand ..
what is it that I feel.....
when you and I embrace ..
the melodies that I hear ..
..........and what they are ..
..........forgive me my love..
pretend that you are invisible to all ...
so that no one suffers....
for how beautiful you are..
..........in real flash....
          I could never accomplish the wish of a star.
          when you are near me...
          those feelings that get in the way.. ...........
are to all invisible.. ...........
to be the ones in the sky-
and not to me at all.

I want to dissolve..
melt away..
be no more...
to finish it all ..

            so that the beginnings are still fresh there for all..
nothing left for one to see...
nothing at all..
the Oder of love..
............the path of emotions..
............the lyrics so strong.
the love of a song.
the hearts of the ones that are strong..
infuriating the ones that are wrong. .
the words.....
the meaning still there..
to the ones...
so wrong in the love of a song..
love is so wrong....
so.......wrong.
the ones that belong..

creatures of the planet

1. Who are we... compering our life.. to the brightness of a star...
   at times there .. sometimes to far...
   the master of ceremonies to be.. at times is way to far.. .........
   
   .to far to compare..
   dreams.. like rings... flowing in the air..
   like so simpler things .. as a vale stroke that is not there..
   like a world of tears to the valley beyond .. dried by the wind ..
   ............... in a stare...

maybe that is all we are..we do not know..
these dreams made of paper strings hard to let them go..

easier to go through the rings ..
like a magic master of the kings..

we are so lost in those things...
that makes us sing..

like the ones of every day .. around us...
look beyond..and near too..
go further then ...
then standing at the end...
the brightness of spring..
confusing the dark thoughts of the king.. ........

our king......
the one that we do not understand..
the one that we..wish to be.
standing out so far for us to even see..
saying all those things that make no sense to me.

we do not know who we are...
who is near us...
even in the light..of days..
the days so bright for us.....
..............open your eyes. .........
..............speak to the world.. ........
..............talk to us ..
from all points of the state ..
..............of the earth..
and from hell............

we do not know who we are...
where we came from..
deny that we have evolved from nothing..,
to all.
creatures.. of this world that we know..
for now.. only for now..

AND MAYBE NOT AT ALL !!

unapproachable dignity

• only when you fall..
  a distance ..
  like hell..
  if we wonder stately and in one voice..
  with dignity on the way down. ........
  tell me how you can tell... ........
  
  when you are reaching the gates..
  .........
  ........the gates of hell........ ...
  .I want to be there..
  to the end..
  the very one you hear..
  going down is free ......
  free until it's not of free will.. ......
  ...........hang on to your dreams..
  .......... hands on your optimism..
  
  let go of your fears......
  assemble your strings.. .......
  .assemble your wings..
  going up ..
  
  will be a flight of your fears..
  see it today.. flaring to all sides...
  ...........sliding on tears..
  ...........when they appear on the gate.
  the gate of sound..
  when you open the rolls..the winds..
• .........close to the ground.
  imaginings...of winds..
  you have found.
  
  imagining...
  a beautiful sound..
  they are there ..have been found.
  don't open your eyes ..
  feel the hard of the ground.. ......
  
  sometimes it bring a remorse..
  distress..from the guilt.
  
  is a matter of course......
  
  the past wrongs that you feel..
  at times it brings .. . .........
  ............it will be new.
  ............only for you.....
  remember the source.
  the point of origin..
  the point of remorse ...
  ............it was the top where you were.
  
  the beginning..source.. .....that of remorse.
  the drain of the gate..
  the fountainhead of the start..
  that's where you were ..
  when you had everything..
  
  remember the sale...
  .........the wealthy ... the start of the scale... .........
  the glare on your face..
  so hard to define....... .........why...
  
  don't worry your mind..
  just leave it behind....
• .........it will be there til the end of your time..
  so far..ones that go in to your heart.
  to the very entrance..
  of the mind....
  in a fabric of nothing..
  a wide glow of your sine.
  when you open your eyes ..
  you will be fine..
  
  things will be fine.......

colors of thought

amber images...
with touches of brilliant red...
a foggy dream with drippings of confessions...
..........offerings ..
in a very narrow frame, .........

surroundings .. . .............
surrounding all of us..
in a sphere of confusion..
enclosed from all sides ..
will not let us out ...
.........the very sad...
those clouds that we witness today..
beyond the reach of those that stray... .............
that foggy..coloring way....
.........milky smooth..
.........all the colors..
unable to conceive. what it is that I see... .............
in this beautiful thinking way .. .
i will remember that it is not like this every day

the depth of my perception in a very trying day.. .............

.tomorrow..
..................tomorrow .. may I see a physical seance..
..................a stimuli ..
of the concept I have today.. ...............

come..
.........come see the windows of pain..
.........the smears of rain.....
understand the bight .. . ...........
.a bend so great...
lengths of vainly stain.. ............
the pain I have..is  in whispers..
in images..
left on a rainy day....... ............

............on a window of this thought....
............beyond the reach of what I hear. ............
that is always there..
emotions that I can even hear....
like a frame of the sins .. .
encountering everywhere... ............
nothing to say..
whispers........laud...you can not hear...
............voices ..
intoxicating...with stream callosities for ones very ear....... .............
to loud to hear..

• Colors..
  ..........colours..
  ..........colores....appear.. .............
  appear once again in ..in a plane that I can view from here..
  surely some of these will appear ...when my eyes are open..
• outside of the sphere of a ..
  state that can be very real.. ...........
  very real .....
  as a very....real dream that is right here....

AGAIN

1. So

1. ----------it's gloom..
   not just the day..
   but looking..
   hearing the rain .
   
   ..............the sun still there...
   ..............the view from this window. ..
   voices..in the air..
   music of the county fair.
   the sun to give into your foggy..thinking..way..!!
   the sun to gave in your way..
   ..............ireful to have to see things.
   ..............here by the window as we stay...
   ..............listening to Eric music..
   hear him play a..very could be-wonder-full........day..
   as hot as it is...
   feel chills...and cold
2. ............i wish i could stay
   ............abrupt angles....
   coming this way..
   confusing the lyrics..a distance away..
   as an open display...
   of anger...
   of the words we hear .........
   words...
   the sounds of the one at play...
   ...............ireful is seeing a cloudy day..
   ...............comforting ones self with jujubes on the very green trees, ...
   ...............peaches there almost good to have........
   green apples hanging in the week limbs of the tree.

• are they just some of the dreams of me...... .........
  organizer...
  fanaticism.. .........
  tending to tedious tasks. ..
  like ire-inc imitations of what we ask...
  ...............rainbow like..
  ...............lustrous color display..
  is what we see..... 
  thoughts wondering of this very day...
  it's a duty..
  organize your thinking in some comforting way..
• we know we have to..go.
  we know we have to vacate..
  what we..cry at night..
• having to immerse..
  to fully engross to relocate. ........
  ............my god !
  ............why is it that I have to this..again again !
  WHY IS IT THIS WAY .......

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