Each Paragraph is Different

It seems people have been preaching for longer lengths of time. The rhyme is prime when its not dropped off the line. I went into the system. Suction-cupped assimilate. Broken every boundary every barrier my mind design to be a carrier. Now different aspects play at once It feels a little tense. But in a single moment this aspect is a pretense. So.. SO.. So.. so the mission Sew. Cut. Lock Down... Look down then you stared up a simulated

Slow tides steady, calm cool ready, Cool hand Luke yet I'm slick sly Freddy. Let out a sigh ch yea stomach filled with spaghetti.
Feels whats the reason to continue when its rarely that your seen, trudging down the Allys in the dark? no? Picked up a little pebble but Ive cast away a stone. You can sharpen up your pencil till the point when your alone. Eyes of love,,, but its like yeah whatever man. Deny yourself the brilliance but whats true is in your hand. I fuel it feed it seems to take up my attention. Just letting it flow now and its been so long. The keyboard cracks laments its sad song. This sorrows gone.. . on long enough, hit the next song button its nothing.

Living on the cusp of danger, the presence of a stranger, suitcase slipped back wits cracked bangers. Wisdom gaps and the presence is felt. Its strange and insane and I'm needing some help. Next, day, NO DELAY. Its been awhile since living like this. I story told slightly off key. Never blossomed with the flowers rather be the bumble bee. But its all a simile for something you wont see. Carry it on to the next potentiality.

I was born in the soil and Ive germinated for longer than the most of the plants, they said I could dance. Budded from the soil took my first glance, o look there's the ants. At night the great darkness revealed its specks of white. Sometimes in the building phase, that seemed like never yielding phase, that CO2 breathing phase, that would last for days. The light, would reveal my new leaves. And this was victory, for a was a part that the earth could notice and see. Summer came and it rained and the plow sewed the grain. Nother winter fruitless plains, but my roots are more ingrained. Being fed by the earth, and its nectar gives me sight. Living as a plant, you know, you rarely pay the price. For the soil has no vice. And the breeze is carried light. White.. clouds in the sky, next the apple of the eyes, just a fragment do I see, but to me, infinity. Now I a stack and birds perch upon the limbs. Bluejays and Cardinals, the world we're living in. Nature Reflected, rejected, new perspective to be accepted and expected. Love live liberty of green. Got the corn hanging from my arms tomorrows just a dream, but crush it into cream, and eat enjoying all. Its not only for you, but its here for all .