Chef's of True

We all like to cook..

Why Zapped into a zone, myself succumbed by day of 'tire.....
Seen as resultant of "..you never will be... This!
..I've tasted too many times And see to work my self out of the parades of suchnesses that dim
!And to see it happen to a friend "the Zone, this zone of Zap

makes me write

Is 'true justice the real tease
the real tease "sweet.. to stay in all it's might.....
and do we get zapped by day
because of 'Trying
..trying And getting Zapped by "you never will be
odd 'leads of diss-appointment
and the trying
Getting to blindess of love that takes flight and crashes in a sea of 'language
and comprehension deficiency because of superficiality And the way it sneaks up to a crash!

No, No, more crashes...we see to spend time relaxing beside one another LIfe is sweeter!

Integrity, ethical and spiritual integrities continue to arise through
lifes challenges..for the self to scout and be true with.

I'd been a chef that crashed
life has it's challenges.

O'Yes the limited perceptions of justice creep and fly

re warding to be entrained..entertained out of the brain...this is not my friends, this not their completeness or trap
we are more than fringe

And we like to cook
and bake cookies and brownies
and scout at the touch of Zap for
Sweet life
for true and faire mutuality
that life be nice



Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 04/11/2012 03:29PM by coles22.

Thanks <*> Rogue1! It is really nice for me to hear that my writings are intelligible, such had been a problem for me in the past!Here's another far out one......


Alchemy of Possibility


To be a virgin in a lot of directions
is a kind of heaven
a heaven as seeking a memory of as one once felt 'free
usually arises as a memory of
'once..as a child..........

An skill
So to create the self
'times...months...years of being a born again virgin
in many directions
benefits-
expands principle and intelligence
tastes of a libertine heaven <*>

See the virgin young
doesn't know it's a "virgin"
only knew a liberty for a time
'Experience buzzes then drones old and older


What about this in of an out? *
sounds like a draught
What about the fractured prune

What?! in a life
born again virgin?!
without seeking vigil to destroy what beauty didn't need a 'name
for heaven
felt once... as a child

*..stricken..*


A practical mother said to her slaughy teen... 'Establish yourself...whip yourself into shape...........

The teen had monsters of thought..How do you establish yourself?!.... and then thought about not getting fucked or fucking up with of people and relationship the great span of life..and then cried and said to herself outloud I wanna have fun and care........ then thoughts led to Devo's song whip it

Devo * Whip It

crack that whip
give the past a slip
step on a crack
break your momma's back
when a problem comes along
you must whip it
before the cream sits out to long
you must whip it
now whip it
into shape
shape it up
get straight
go forward
move ahead
try to detect it
it's not to late
to whip it
whip it good
when a good time turns around
you must whip it
you will never live it down
unless you whip it
no one gets away
until they whip it
i say whip it
whip it good
crack that whip
give the past the slip
step on a crack
break your momma's back
when a problem comes along
you must whip it
before the cream sits out too long
you must whip it
when somethings going wrong
you must whip it
now whip it
into shape
shape it up
get straight
go forward
move ahead
try to detect it
it's not too late
to whip it
into shape
shape it up
get straight
go forward
move ahead
try to detect it
it's not too late
to whip it
whip it ...good


The teen smiled from the song,, and decided that it was true that we as people establish ourselves from moment to moment..Then she made dinner for the family and decided that the kitchen was a fine establishment she recovered from her practical mom's errat in a logical way...and thanked her mother for the words minus the errat



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*everchangeing formative self*

Evolution
is
God.


evolute
is it the volition of will.

evolute
twinkilin'
sunshine
lights the day

And nothing ever did hurt
in its name known

Evolution
is it simply good will...

twinkilin day

Context of a blindness

attractivity breeds contempt weaves of
attachment to connection
contempt
and fleeting weaves of fact and imagination weave
contour
of contingency that does and doesn't exist.

Is attractivity a lie
Attractivity breeds contempt
and variables of continence and fleeting
weaves of imagination create homes
fleeting amidst the contraband of love and
it's contentions.

facts create contexture

Attraction is a lie
amidst the contraband of love and its contentions
my id dies
into intelligence
and breathes for a kindness
that wakes
beneath ignorances

And there was and is fleeting kindness
and I breathe better in the truth.

'Something about a Butterfly



Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 04/20/2012 02:56PM by anew.

Thanks
cheered Rogue1

..crumb..

The famine is often unspired
the famine is grouchy sometimes it
is friendly.

the people find solace in paycheck..
hardly an ear to a tattoo that once for moments found comfort in all that could be.

and
the famine is grouchy sometimes it is
friendly

The people aren't quite like robots there innocent while
school ends to normatives that talk like innocence hardly

hardly hardy of the tattoos' whist
of ears response
to talking pens
dead talking pens

the famine is grouchy sometimes
it is friendly

O, so much to touch upon
and it was clean
because of the ten thousand flowers invisible that ride with me by daylight
and caress me to sleep at night

cross
the pens



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/26/2012 06:43AM by anew.

HI sithlord JP!!!

Pleased
to have
pleased

Out of hell and into fathomease

Jane required Thomas as they walked she said "it is a pretty day"
her speaking mattered
Thomas said "yes jane I agree it is a pretty day.
Thomas required her speaking with ease
they lived amidst where speaking was basically a transience, Jane thought of this spoke of it.. Thomas spoke with ageement of the famine
they walked outside for a while
they liked being outside

Jane said "Fuck you"
Thomas said "Fuck you too"

and they both laughed and said "god bless us" and laughed





Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 04/28/2012 12:06PM by anew.

*see of paths and dream

The relationship chemist
studied elements of the arts
of being human
and discovered
alchemy of certainty
and was pleased at synthesis
and the surfing idea of reclamation of self as an unthreatened standard through and of the elements of beauty..as treelandscape would suppose.

Her name was Angel Fishe

*And the voice played like wind of pine*

O' how it takes a while
to shake off the marionettes
hmmmm Can't get too far
for O' yes we get to see em' again...
and it may ... we'll have to be marionettes?!...

So much little time to be together serving
marionette

Spiritually I like people
ethically? well prize experientiality.. somewhere in dream

time doesn't move as fast as we do
if i'm strifed somehow i've missed you
And forgot about marionette the magistrate
the magistrate remembers
the magistrate has amnesias
selective to service of marionette and..

O' how I dream of the death & ..humor <*>
the death of marionette
and the birth of sweet laughing planet
voices that play like pine tree
with their deciduous pine cones
the death of marionette
and birth
like a tree

The Body

Lust for life
the eyes are sweet
Winter generates
with hints of spring
The starling twigs
promise through
This temporal deity starling twig
only comes
if I .....
.. and it all disappears
!I am winter
in April through .....
In blossom of starling twig

*Carried by dream*


The effortless .....

status
A snake like ring in the sky
it tastes the stars
the stars taste the trees

taste

The effortless wills

^^ Very beautifully put together.

*withdrawal*


the vacation

new landscape
on landing of new sight and sound

a quietude prelates

environment provides
on landing of new sight and sound
there is concession

action is tempered for new landscape

confidence arides in little things,
so as not to be a visitor or tourist
and you must engage

..Landing of new sight and sound
the flying tongue
seeks sustenance
And there are only doors in rest

new sight
and prelates
new sound
and a quietude
only known to the self will step on itself
and a new freedom
is not the new landscape
as it touched before