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The words speak

celestial spiders

string puppeters of life and death, reality and dreams control our lives, hiding behind the scences of what seems, two canvas strings on the sides of a blank screen of space, wings of a empty dark, displaying transmissions of the delusional chemical source into our vulnerable eyes, a static tree box of altered information, a forced network of universal life and death, building new stories on multi dimensional webbed cathedrals for control and security, just a higher obscured cradle, falling into others, through the blurry sights, I see your space cry memorial oblivion towards your start, dont fall off the line, it might lead you to you, to what really is there,
the infinite collision of endless self delusions, freedom and
paradoxical struggle with all, freedom, dualites, we are celestial spiders, spinning intellectual webs of heart, the connecting and breaking old and new memories as one, A puppet master creature of reflective dreams and escape, poisoning ourselves, with inescapable releases, were our own killers
and revivers of all beyond, im your new prey of youthful discovery, you are my oncoming predator of a a delusional painful dream, secretly all one and none, cut it all and embrace it without,
incorporate how you act, feel into all, your life, every moment, act
and experience, as our strings met, our insect finally dissect and detect what always was, we broke out of our webs into infinite beyond, always one core,




celestial cabinet

breath waves of my past and future flow through a space, moving yet set inside a false world, closed off to parts of heart and soul, only opening to be force fed with lies and delusional dreams,the unequal balance of balance, a religious belief, a mask of true sinful innocence, seen as dark, a sin of innocent free beyond, going into places of acceptable sin, as long as I obey I'll be okay, a ghostly closet closing of a realigned surrounding, classical paintings of royal horrific wonder and familiarity, a byproduct of this angle and perfectly timed connection, when I get to her core, it closes in front my eyes of infinite others, watching us, watching you, a sharp pain inside somewhere of a old sorrow and life, surging for release through its poetic string into me from below, through this pain and experience I hear her earthly melodies, a lunar bell ringing moments of she seas, where it all dies in the form of this illusive life, still singing behind and beyond inside the celestial cabinet, a cupboard of youthful oblivion and imagined innocent life, the wooded wing doors of true dreamy magic and contained invulnerability, reflecting new and old horrific fantasy and innocent oddity through their eyes of swinging dreams and memories, locked inside our own cage of societal pressures and fears, open it into another beyond, my breath makes it inside my cage as hers and mines fly away freely and open, it was never closed or opened.



Articles of particles

i'm following a moving leaf shard of creative dreamy youth, inside a letter of colorful space, when I read her beauty, it turns into another, shes a dark paint can figure, always pouring her out as popular lines, the newest horizon story, piling up high buidings of expectations and time, parting into worded works, yet only a veil of corrupted creativity comes out, a full substance of a empty outline, only understood a little, the words are much more than what you see or understand, behind it is infinite worlds and interpretations, never truly what is shown, every feel you take sparks soulworks, new explosions of rebirth, change and release, reading articles of particles, magical pieces of information, displayed as artistic images and dreams, a art of dead illusion and normality, everything is the same, all else is just added effects and discrepancies, virtual vacancies of our biggest decision and of real and strongest, the strongest weakness and delusional separation of what is together and beyond going through mistakes of blurry vision, not who we are, struggling with no struggle, repetitive expected peace and free self struggle, only a fraction of my free willless imagination and free infinite youth, just like tearing down the paperwork, we are our highest when it is gone, its all a empty outline space of you and all, I hear your reflection, the sound of you saying, being, hearing it yourself, we hear and see in infinite ways, in its act, reflection, existence, We all are in the truest connection and release of our heart and core, there is no less or more, this or that, just a reflection of true self, just like the space in between the breakdown, the peaceful release, silent empty freedom, its all a repeating beat of silent nothing, a fluctuating wave of different dreams, memories and acts, lets put a piece of ourselves into this piece of eternal reconnection, it will always be there for us beyond, the words turned into our true heart beyond, only real and true to us.



Infinite fragility

I want to be hit like I know it and its true magic, a surprising dream that I secretly know, inside my shadow stone of ego, condensed to a feeble chosen life, keeping so much to myself, she resides in her celestial veil space of sensitivity, sensing the deepest dead light and life, fully revealed yet homeless, nothing locked inside beyond, unable to go back into you and me growing a secret river that slips through a unseen crack, painted out by fearful overseers of sewed in beliefs, ego and comfort, no matter how comfortable we are, it becomes lifeless, its the certain kind of comfort that goes on, beyond it, true weakness is being afraid of being weak, of being seemingly unbreakable, hiding your true free revelation, you cant escape being exposed, you, the more aware of an illusion, the less it is there, growing as another one, I'm cracking into another horizon, true freedom, making infinite fragility, our endless ended serenity, the true hearted totality, to know it all, you must truly feel and connect it to your core, true release, it doesn't mean anything unless it breaks you away and back, a reflective wonder, hit yourself, in this near end meeting, in these tragic missed loves, we truly know and love cause in that wonder of what could've been, we are, it is mysterious and magical, my stone falls into her space as it releases sapphire rivers, a open closed celestial rock beyond.



Grafeti grabeatfree

my shadow hands creep through her dark barren sandy statue, digging through voids that become separated horizon lines, where is the end? Your true core? Outside its getting lighter, inside it grows darker, seeing our memories by the pond, over the blue tokyo skyscraper, like a ghost adventure of seemingly living life, like seeing different and new enemies in games, its a sign that you are moving forward and growing, now I stand in front of a living modern canvas of greedy power, enlightment and lifeless value, writing symbols and words of life and dreamy destruction with grafeti, grabeatfree, my artistic reflection of heart and fated memories, beating free release from this dead cycle of false rise, we put up our walls of self illusion and safety, hiding from what changes us outside, still were changing from within, beyond, go outside inside, let it all become your heart and soulful freedom, reflect your love and dreams through it all, what happens outside effects inside, to know the inside, you must see it from the farthest outside,

looking through your poetic bar wings, reflecting spaces of old and new memories and oblivions, its not what happens or the equations, its that time of you that never changed, its all just one infinite heart, going through the same at different times, that is true free change and beyond, I love the way we experience this similar wonder each time, the building crumble down, turning into our art we painted as it follows our adventures, it was always right here.




Fragile exile: what is fate? Is it something coming together? If so then it is all together, im a tranparant bomb ghost, Getting lost in another dimension of another part, reflective reconnection, the flashes of oncoming words are leaving, hide your feelings, don't get hurt, it seems so right, deep inside, I see her traces of faces in them, walking on her burning rope in her frozen space, poetic memories blast away, do you feel safe in your dead vessel? You wall of infinite escape? We must get out of here, this delusional state of false lifeless protection, yet how could I feel her infinite grace if I never feel? If I never release my core? You cant know love or true core without sensing its core, another new and old expansion and rebirth, switching one part while the last love transforms with it as itself, always carrying the past of memorial heart of one and none, yet always growing and letting it go, every test, sense, effects and is in all, ripping off and putting on labeless labels of perceived delusions, set by impulses, life, fear and comfort, it is fragile exile, piling the strongest weakest shell and self insecurity, just for a while, put into a blinded file of dead informative results, sent to the farthest nothing, were losing our deepest core understanding and feeling, a flower can't bloom if it stays inside, a bomb can't explode without lighting its fuse, the one of decided core, this is a ghostly fantasy of unbreakable reality and truth, a invisible visible mystery never there, the most horrific fragility is not being it, is heartless and souless stagnation, you are the fragile ones, never to see or feel your true core, the all, living in our memorial dreams, heart and soul, it is your decision, your soulful hearted awareness of true you, a moment of free unexplainable release and beyond you know,

we are voidless voids, absorbing and reflecting shades of reality of ourselves, as one beyond, expanding and contracting in and out of infinite all beyond, a dark twisted love of a certain disguised innocent light normality, as I flew into her bomb, it exploded hearted soul for real this time without a trace, were always protected by this endless sacrafice, connection and decision.




Articles of particles

i'm following a moving leaf shard of creative dreamy youth, inside a letter of colorful space, when I read her beauty, it turns into another, shes a dark paint can figure, always pouring her out as popular lines, the newest horizon story, piling up high buidings of expectations and time, parting into worded works, yet only a veil of corrupted creativity comes out, a full substance of a empty outline, only understood a little, the words are much more than what you see or understand, behind it is infinite worlds and interpretations, never truly what is shown, every feel you take sparks soulworks, new explosions of rebirth, change and release, reading articles of particles, magical pieces of information, displayed as artistic images and dreams, a art of dead illusion and normality, everything is the same, all else is just added effects and discrepancies, virtual vacancies of our biggest decision and of real and strongest, the strongest weakness and delusional separation of what is together and beyond going through mistakes of blurry vision, not who we are, struggling with no struggle, repetitive expected peace and free self struggle, only a fraction of my free willless imagination and free infinite youth, just like tearing down the paperwork, we are our highest when it is gone, its all a empty outline space of you and all, I hear your reflection, the sound of you saying, being, hearing it yourself, we hear and see in infinite ways, in its act, reflection, existence, We all are in the truest connection and release of our heart and core, there is no less or more, this or that, just a reflection of true self, just like the space in between the breakdown, the peaceful release, silent empty freedom, its all a repeating beat of silent nothing, a fluctuating wave of different dreams, memories and acts, lets put a piece of ourselves into this piece of eternal reconnection, it will always be there for us beyond, the words turned into our true heart beyond, only real and true to us.



Stuffed minds

stuffed inside my light crystal tower eye, watching her painting pictures and memories of her heart inside the space around me, swaying them through her double edged veil horizons, illusive reflections of her true circular rebirth, curving the straightest free beyond somewhere, were clouded by the deepest corroded elite, the masters of delusional control and dead reality, terrified of the truth, so they create one of comfort for us, determined by mindful impulses, hiding infinite core and soul, something that cant be decided by another, visions, there's only so long before we break open, don't be scared of the supposed truth, it is just you which can never be changed or destroyed, we are stuffed minds, seemingly aware dolls of intellectual delusion, filled with unaware dead material and visible depth, far from true heart and soul beyond, of false empty fullness and illusions, the fullness is without, free decision and weightless wonder you are always full with everyone as they are you, let be one as I become your space, you become my light tower through our connection and reflection.



Open shell: from a chosen worded vessel spotlight of unbreakableness, glowing thoughts and feelings so freely and out to her , yet protected by the illusion of constructs and visible sense of real, a fog of dreams and wonder, she's a shadow essence of a stage, nothing bounds you down, still you are hiding A secret war somewhere out there, seen as I'll fight it til beyond, given a bad reputation of a lie, living lives I don't even know, in A ever changing awareness of one, each melodic song of our past, rebirthing and changing with every horizon as another, clouded by a false view,  decision of self random reality, as I hold my breath of dreamy escape, going away from reality, a dream of another one, it still follows me through the breath thats slowly dying, breathing out dead parts of   to be you must breath out too, the only way to go away from this is beyond, inside, it's time to get out of this open revealed shell, a seemingly closed release, more closed than inside a unseen glass of poetic soulful classical lines, Chained up with solid belief and delusional visibility, glowing dark past light of gloomy dreams and romantic fantasy, it's the openness of you and beyond, inner free decision, in this stage of inner reflective imagination and dreamy vision, it happened, we connected, my light Reach's every moment and end in its connection and release of you, my breath of true core came out as you appeared on the  stage as it flew away.



Breamorrow: I see her earthly star of delusional light towards my lunar seed, Infinite dark Innocence of a chosen goodness, shining seemingly visible illusions,  a swaying mysterious magic carpet, which one is you? They fall for my outer wonder, never questioning what it is, it's not reaching my true core, will I see the next day away from.this? I might not see her again, thanks to my unaware mouth, I triggered her fire, still I can't get mad at you, this doesn't mean I wanted to hurt you, myself, I won't speak of that again, I just want to impress you, show you how much it doesn't matter,  we shine light of dead constructs and vision, blinded to the one of unseen beyond, one that can't be seen, only felt, infinite and decided, breamorrow, a breeze dream of a tomorrow that never comes, there in connection and wonderus imagined release, will your heart still be there? It's always inside in this moment, to step up, you must be down, a sweeping fall of uplifting wonder, there we drift off our limited dirt, a fall of fantastical youthful dream, as if you were always there through it all, I broke out as I met her ray beyond, it shined the darkest free inside.



Veil voices: melodic reflections of a ancient seed play, making noted bridges to mysterious memories, writing through them as a feather blade, born to fly and die, another lie, flying a grounded dream, hearing corrupted and different fractions of them, there's so much more truth behind your voice of reflection, Like a street name on a bus screen, over and over passing by, repeating poetic heart and frozen moments of another, were in a melody of control and seemingly nostalgic release, singing false shapes of deceptions, feel and see. it without equations, values, Losing her veil voices of pressured delusional choices, losing a veil of me, another voice and reflection of one, I can still hear it in its reflection, your weightless dream from A celestial pyramid figure, flowing soulful youth and ancient reflection, a fortress of soulful core and unbreakable wonder, space of infinite mystery and hearted moments, sing out and in your breath of invisible imagination, true free heart, the inside changes the outside, I'll be your i'm a liquid hand of virtual reality, touching it's soulful source, emitting itself and dreams of the hardest softest infinite and beyond, always there in saying it and connection, in creating or reflecting parts of you, experiences, you connect and feel it more, a creation and soulful reconnection to it and yourself,  as my blade reaches above you, you shine your dark roots above, my wings spreaded away as the seed was born as all, the light was this, you were always free and infinite beyond.



Reaction, contraption: on my lines of celestial dreams, a lonely trapeze world, trying to balance towards my other awakening space, molding a new birth and past from acts of good and bad, all one, only getting more backlash from their view and vision of said righteous, She's a fiery royalty of passionate ancient antiquity, burning with reviving serenity in the sorrowful city, where we become alive jumping over the line, wanting I burn like before, afraid to lose the flame again, lightning dark places of dead life,  something I never felt before, like a ruby meteor of youthful soul and innocence crashing to the earth, I never thought this would happen, maybe in the back of my heart,  fighting regrets of choice less choices, fueled by the blinded creatures, in a reaction, contraption, automatic lives for automatic acts, a game of set blindness and selection, all the same and from inside, what will you do when this hypocritical delusion collides? manual is gone, go back into manual, you can do itall right but it doesn't guarantee it, it.all ends, that is the real beginning and life, if you had no choice then it's ok, it doesn't matter if it was a choice, as long as it's from your soul, a true magical reflection of you, it's always good and you, it matters of the uncontrolled fate we go through, how can u punish someone for something they couldn't control? We analyze everything, deciding what deserves what when it's no different, when it isn't their decision, stop thinking another's life, it's something you can never control or know because it is you and beyond, just a view and construct, what if you had to bear that burden? It's all a random decided in decided result, reflection, freedom, it's not the level but the depth of hearted free wonder and connective rising heart I will take anything and this fate, I will embrace and know it's just a reflection of this time and an illusion of true hearted soul, as I make it to her burning world, it truly burns a frozen heart and soul beyond, my line disappeared into it all and I saw we were always on an off it, always the core and free.



Invisible Emotion: In a  book forest are paper voided poetic horizons,  trees on a lunar canvas, reflecting deadly releasing ghostly soul, a dead ghost canvas of words, viewing it as a living pen crystal, writing my soul out, covered by the layers of dead feeling and impulses, the environment is coming around me, a circle of clear lifelessness from the farthest delusional consequence light, appearing yet unappealing, pages turning, hearts burning, still stuck on the first page,   how many layers until we get it inside? Beyond? i don't feel her but i know it's sill here as itself, here I feel the Invisible Emotion, a life and perception of chosen relation, it's all a feeling without it, feel and see it without, beyond,  time is running away and staying, smoking reading and understanding experience, it's all a smokey reading reflection, Falling back towards a futuristic past of me, It's the seemingly realist and hardest that shows the true core, the deepest is beyond this, the nothing free infinite, soulful wonderus dreamy ness never there, like undressing another, our true self is out when naked, be a naked clothed beyond of infinite revelation, a revealing secret, the answer is with question and that is a dualities then it is all dualities, reflections and core of you, if opposite and similar are their one as one then they are another as one, in their own way, as my inked line reached her page, it truly appears in nothing.



Sting say: looking for stimulating moments of false life and visions, between, a shadow jellyfish, swimming in between shift strings of indecision, seeing parts of her ghostly sting ray images with each shock, clinging to materialistic wonders of a dead blunder, every flash is a delusional moment, it's your decision of it and beyond, deep in these obliterating awakenings, electrical illusions, nothings spark my eyesight apart, the revealing art of heart,  i feel and connect to my true core, a forgetting remembering growing shock if the same yet different core, all, a sting say, from a transparent bay of may, a stinging return of awakening dreams and oblivion, activating chemical heart and soul, normality of infinite views of nothing, feel and create the shockless shock of the soulful lock beyond, stimulate and reciprocate the false reality into you, from you,  electrified liquid dreams meet as a string, discharging our heart and soul into infinite life beyond, a electrical dream of dark reflection,




Superficial love: there she goes with the black heart, a flying celestial transparent stone, portrayed as the pinnacle of love and life, covered by layers of dead and lifeless valued views, expectations and heart, a ever growing glitter trophy, gaining biased worth, losing it's true price of free beyond and valueless core, how can you pay for someone who's not material? Free dreamy fated chance, Price is more than what's somthings worth, material And money, it's it's damage to your heart, core, untrue deadly nothing, no amount can amount to my feeling for you, the magical beyond pain you put me through,  I'm the lowest frozen shadow tide, where i see it all, a dreamy sky moon so high above me, living the safest and darkest memory, remembering what I know beyond, I know I'll rise with you inside, were in a love of superficial depth, a feeling of the highest nothingness and said adoration, the biggest low held up high, love is more than a definition, a feeling, it is all, i can't see your true beyond behind that fake horizon smile, a free infinite beyond and decision, like a high and low tide of enlightening wonder and chosen goodness, dreams, we get high and low, everything is both, your decision doesn't change it's infinite all, a ever flowing nothing.and connection, of seemingly normality, how you turn a radio tuner, it doesn't turn yet it did, just to a time to appear that way, yet it did, were always rising, just from a different view and grounding all one, be the lowest and highest Tide of reconnecting dreams and wonder, as our ghostly tides hit, we reflect our true infinite connection through fluctuating waves, always in a transparent core, rising And falling inside.





 ghost street lights: on top of a glowing aura world, looking at a  moon of soulful dark, returning tides of memories that hides the rides of lies as both, the highs of low seen sighs, a reflection of soulful dark lighted realignment, the strangeness is on its way, coincidental oddity is out to play, influenced by self hype, a time of heart and soul unleashed in a frenzy, was it always this, balled up into a decided normality? Her glow puts me under a spell of wonder, I go back to the places of pain, I realize that it was nothing, always this true happiness of free dreams and heart beyond, it's the Dream and whole that is the beauty and core,  Gliding through the ghost street lights of dark ghostly rebirth, making a unseen line bridge of oblivious dreams, self inflicted, another delusional blame, another seemingly outer pain of fear and disbelief, a solid false reality, incoming lights, sudden moments of seemingly life, when I feel alive and me, blocking what's always there, a light of us and free infinite beyond, every part, thing, irritation of yourself is your life, dreams, heart, revealed in a known deception, as we met in between, the lights dimmer as the real light reveals the dreamy nothing beyond.





True example: echoing old memories and views of them, reaching towards old melodic dreams and aspirations, I send invisible lunar airplanes of old harmonies to you, the farthest transparent stone, hoping you hear, as it flies to you, everything changes,  has it reached you yet? We grow to do.what we've always done, superficial monsters of selected intellectual reflection, a different kind of imagined view and constructed belief, separating who we are, our universal free heart, a new requirement of chosen views and survival, always surviving inside and beyond,  it's a True example of a sample, forever reflecting samples of the dead corrupted way beyond as it, the chosen false shallowness, a little taste of what can't be tasted, what's so much more, you never see me, only an interpretation of an emulation illusion, a reflection of the one as it beyond, stop it all and be beyond still in all, now, there is where I find our all forever, lead by you, your true soul, my airplane met our stone as it broke out into beyond, we heard anothers calls now and always as one.







Ghostly comets: ghostly misty dreams of oblivious Imagination, becoming real seen reflection above the surface of one depth beyond, every surface is another unseen seen birth, another delusional escape of the watchers, I hear their eyes, the ghost feeling of a delusional fame, set to a delusional vision of equated expectations, blinded to the core and connection, they can't see your true core as that's beyond, it's infinitely free and wonderus, I see her sea shard of her nationality, a different personality of her dreams and imagination,  in a space of stars, reflecting ghostly comet tails of unseen poetry fly by, reflecting others in the spaces between, lost to the fasade of what we see, controlled by their liquid stings, pulled by a mysterious part of ourselves, the truth is there and beyond, to go into the destination, u must go outside the line,  release and horizon of revealing dark, the sky is a clear dreamy space ocean of black and white,  just possessing a certain part of an act isn't true core and soul, it's in free heart ful core, connection and dream beyond, two horizon lines if poetic views, branches of open and closed heart and self, reflecting from two different places, views and time, connecting in between the space of time between them, dying into new light of unseen heart and soul, a circling core, passing by seemingly dark unseen times and hidden beyond, Holding her as we reflect a cross, a vertical horizon of deadly life, I'll hold your dream world with every deadly flight.



Past message: flying celestial envelopes fly by me, messages of mysterious times, am I reading it's true core? Following words of corrupted dark, a living informative reality of controlled signs, she reflects path branches of ink,  so much hidden between the lines, never believing the signs,  we read with black eyes, only interpretating a fraction of a silther, through our reading, we come together in between the words and ourselves, every change is a stringless string breaking and reconnecting beyond, a seen and unseen release and return to another as one, the string is
always there inside and in its own way, can you hear what i said earlier? I'm starting to hear your past words, coming Alive again, was it even now or another past now? Like we can't change our feelings, true core connection, a rebirthing sound of a old signal, now I read your past message, a memorial moment call, Is it a past if its here now? Everything is just a now of infinite past future and all, when you reconnect to a past thing, moment, it becomes now, we make future adventures now to be revealed in the next time, it's not our inability ability but a certain non fated moment of one, you always change it later and now, well meet at our worded pasts witnessing other ones in the future as one, always returning to the time of beginnings of now, I heard the dreams coming into view in between the branches,  it was always there as a whole.





Beyond door: out there in the farthest near, static bats of colliding beliefs and past dreams, being written by my dark ghostly comet, swinging the string of words from the core, behind a closed door of self delusion, a wall of Chosen beliefs and sorrowful hopelessness,  stuck in this perception, When has Chanced fate and become a requirement? Another robotic game and expected chore? Pressures and ghostly I hear a beyond door squeaking open, yet all i see is another one, full of empty dark, a possible pathway veil, selected by fear and security, always expecting what to be, how do you know it's true wonder if you always know? Open the door of closed beyond without,  The poetic curtain flowing
river carpets of magical horizons, from the branched strings that play
ghostly melodies of chilling unseemingly there connection and
releasing soul and odd compassion, reflecting the true one beyond in
between,  fills door of pain and pleasure of
their views, molding into another one, your heart and soul must be open to reveal
its darkest depth, light is the dark release, rebirth, dreamy
connective core alive, every door of life must open up to and from
you, every death and end is another door of you opening and closing, its  the perception of this whole, beyond, as I open the door,  the unseen breeze of the comet came into view as her door truly opened, revealing infinite core of dreamy nothings.












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