Fronting on the begending

quiet

It can demean not this internal

It can deprived not this endternal

Deliberate drifting

A purpose to evacuate the environment

It lived of its own landscape,

nor should it delay inevitable accusations, for the departure to linger like the bottom of a long glass.

And because of that unseen process,

that silent conversations

I cannot question answer your question,

that essential proud void,the manipulation of a good well being an society is to ignorant and unintelligent would it be stupid already scarce and voided

that never actually voiced.

Time spent, on what's, time spent,

obviously knowingly not,spent conversation

Iv read the verses of the good book an me a member times those were the days you say those were the days , reminiscing good days good times laughing and the togetherness of the humanity in the intent of, acknowledging the analyzing individuals still trying to figure out life, it's not verses

In comparison or competition contemplation this is how athletics come about,the sport of to he human abilities as us in this world not greed and ego trippen on another mans abilities and who's abilities are able to shut you down intentionally, bitch ass punk ass snake ass swindling the race, of hue, ,kill yourself ,dumb bitch , what raise are you , dumb bitch again,

This race you disrespect is our race the han race ,from those who raised you is again the disrespect of you to whom that bored your being of wealth the day you took your first breath, ungrateful inconsiderate of individuals abilities and defects and mental challenges you can see do you hear, ,guaranteed can not you not use your day inpatients of one individual all day, without anybody else, insecurities sketched out on skeptical of individuals your , not interacting with

the deep call.

Bitch

Speaketh only is, the breath catching,

the moment before the tongue moves,

is known how I own the map to places you have yet to imagine,

my knowledge of the unknown,

poorly filled with rediscovered things.

And this was awareness

Now, think about it, with the shape of it:

what was reaching out.

Say it clearly now.

When did the blueprint shift?

When did the ownership transfer?

When did I become not my own person,

a character borrowed from a shelf,

reading lines I did not write,

walking paths deliberately obscured?

The mind, still

holds the answer close,

a secret language spoken only to the dark,

Silence answers

waiting for the question to finally arrive,

Stolen the name of this thief.

The my distill

Condensation now dry

Until then, the silence stands,

unmoved, unanswered,

a vast and open field where the no end settled.