One Wish

One Wish

the perfect environment
where nothing is over used
underrepresented
over esteemed
that anger forgets
and doesn't assume
and always understands
and the heart is true to the literary advance
and never misused

The psychopathy of being around You
watching noisemaking jealous fool

creativity taken from your own mother's womb
inability assailed from your sister's trust
possibility gained pounding your brothers' lust



The Side Effects of your Power Seeking Tools:




she was born with perfectly accepted looks
blonde and blue eyed
and convinced everyone of her truth
by denying the Principality of Her Looks
that every charmer fell off his Horse
and every addict played a possibility role
and every addict targeted her with sonar weapons
humility, disposition and truth
and that made the living around their oblivion
living dead

(if god is divided by everyone, then everyone is divided into god, and love for others is false) if by this formula your heart was broken at some point in life, then love for god can only be love for everyone, and to love god is to become a medium of the will of the interaction between people and god, and this is also known as psychopathy, where you are a self proclaimed angel or messiah or humble deceiver,
the well read
weaponizer of books
and literary ability
to make things disappear
and re appear


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FwzW1h55kw

Your demanded representation to listen incarnate oblivious

Always assumed representative to the sound
always assumed ignorance to the so called fools
all singing along to the songs you keep playing

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How ganondorf exited his charmed imprisonment

The charmed imprisonment is a place of bars
and walls
and pure thought
all thought
no thought

and Ganondorf understood his need, but never retraced his desire
having buried his forebringers in his own demise

Soon he began melting his thought into the walls
and the metal bars
and when he remembered the metal artifacts buried in the rocks
of the walls of his homes
he remembered the land
and soon the metal bent at his will
everytime he remembered the birds
and the trees and
imagined the oil swells under the hot molten iron
he would find a fairy pond
and imagined using them all at his will
he wrote extensive books on each fairy's power
and with imagination embodied his hours within the
movements of each fairy
locket boxes twinkling in the moonlight on the sill of his barred window

In his miserable stay inside the four walls
he found one fairy
Loosened from the pit
and demanded that she grant him his will
he materialized her from the dirt
without knowing who she was
found her to be the mysterious one of action
and motive
He couldn't see her loosening as a primal connection
to all magic of Hyrule
because he only heard her music
and took hold of her
and used all the magic within the fairy's body
and never knew how charmed he would be
and for the coming ages of the rule he would possess
in a mere second he would lose
by chance
and coincidence
hidden and veiled magical consequence
earth like a body
fairy like a series of river dams
connected
and over-swollen

Torrents
and torrents
and torrents

that he'd be the living dying doom
of his own hatred
act like a river dam
splinter by splinter
slow release to a forgetting
of power-seeking



Cocorosie-Fatherhood

A funny Memory

When I was in high school I had this one experience with a bunch of black guys who called me out because my face was full of acne, they were trying to pump up their testosterone because I had noticed they were kinda too skinny for the football team, which was full of large Samoans, and I figured they wanted to pick on a 5'2 brown nerdy looking girl, so I immediately saw that whatever it was they were trying to feel better about, was probably some sexual connotation (like maybe some really good looking brown girl rejected their testosterone aggressiveness and decided to take it out on me) So I said: "So does that mean that you want to make out with my face? If it's making you look at it so much, do you want to kiss it?" And they started doing "gross!" "ugh" noises, but they backed off after that. The major problems with the "adult-high school in the real world" Just means that people don't realize that, no matter how smart they try to be, most of the economics revolve around "Sex" as method of getting things sold and bought. It's sad but I just keep hoping that sexuality-phobias never catch up with idealisms of more intelligent creatures who can co exist without the sacrifices of the "weaker" (women and children and the old)

Mainframe Recognized, Accessory denied

There's a store of art collectors
collecting what's never known inside their minds
and They cover themselves in the essences of another's blood
For one painting took a billion cells of brain explosions gone
to another century in the future sense of what the accepted survivalist opinionates
reap taking through a mainframe switch wired to its heart

Could not stay home, make a song, bleed on the guitar
could not
Until they threw her into the desert storm tonight
injecting herself an alcoholic's remedy
adrenaline of lesser known factors

"I want to be in it, but not of it"
She whispers through half twisted
thoughts, after having explained to her
an unknown bigger than nothingness

An armed force bigger than me, and you,
she longs, for so long a victim of her own kinds
depletions of thoughts, sight
can't see the art, envy the thoughts
envy the time allotted on the painting frame

Cascade economics twisted at the trunk
thunder strike over centuries hit right at the core
burning it from the inside out
long rotted fruit, for what's left, at the edge of the wolf pack's home
Sent deer, gazelle, and pig to scour the trimmings of dying forest wood
Easy pray, this desert like floor

Angel windstorm blowing through the nights
deplete scent upward hot thunder night

Wolfpack unrest,
hungry
ease at bay

Eat the color right off the paintings


And I continue to paint

Collections, dreams

Something about things like toys that always look better when they remain in their original packaging,
a kind of adolescent disappointment
where as an adult
only with luck, can appreciation surge