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.

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