Mind Of ChyllTyrant

 Kind of Blue It's like the world wasn't meant for me The planet granted is blunderstanded Thunderstanding Lightning walking And every stretch of sea-beaten beach it strikes leaves the glassy remnants I gaze through to see you On a three-legged unarmed chair I try to balance a letter to you and an orange Everything tilts to blue when I'm not with you

  Wind when as fallowed valley follows shores where the castle's ives on windless summit yet with the appletree borrowed more i walk the knolls of yesteryear to fore calling your name to the breeze's culling when as fallowed valley follows shores i've in the starlit path of traced meteor ran with the moon and sought the sunless and with the appletree borrowed more with orchestration of soaring scores that in raindrop stopped so sudden when as fallowed valley follows shores belief to me is now a foreign forge which in tongues counted on the loveless and with the appletree borrowed more how the timeclock our union stores til that castle catches wind and plummets when as fallowed valley follows shores with the appletree, we borrowed more

  Whose Tomorrow? sometimes i just sit and stare around spiral up to those captivatingly fantastic mysteries downward then to comfort i have known whether the winds push right or away my journey takes and leaves in trailing how could man be equal in god when living for equivalent routes and languages where perfect times from death lose forever with what meaning through eternity questionless asked while answers of infinite number our name our love is to need help yet want never to ask again

The Water Strider Another life was that of the water strider whistling through loud and fuzzy fronds whipping in the clouds buzzing from our sun on a day without time the common goal is the identical soul They skip and twirl across their stage, as ballerinas of the liquid page; inside me, far away, the night sky, I saw tears of those spiders blink. Of solemn, quiet, soft moons' dreams, I would see the point of love, forever; Above brave fish, relive conscious, brief as letters, opening the closing. With steam rising between their strong legs' sliding. For eternal fighters, with jets of water, campfires splash higher. They saw everything I've seen in my dreams, but brighter. The writer's error, his insect survivors. In another life I was... The Water Strider

2I Fulfillment is inexperience with no feeling of sorrow Apologies are never sincere without the joy of purity Joy is the most rare in the absence of practical peace 1 Unwise Wealth    Fake Offices  3 Wrongful Falseness  intuition . instinct people . faith fear . love name tags baby strollers dog leashes license plates youth beauty. humanity... ps. my meek and forgotten beasts of the weekends inherit earth with forgetting we are children deaths