19.7.71

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PRO-prohibition.  Abolish Alcohol in the free world.

K
ismet 
  |˜

minus you, ill-fated achievement of foreordained veridical happiness.
in addition:  i've descent within the earth-toned elevate'r.

un
ƒeasiblE odds.              
                       -wo®d of g?d.


[excerpt]: ...'who is she whom i have yet to meet?'
                        
                (enters):  well, hello...you are right on time.


the Quandary; 
unresolved, drawn into focus....

x
revered.
optimism turns delusional.
armistice preceding the sequel.
ydesired.


commencement::the words escaped me like you never do.


malcontent to ever forget
as luck would have it.
assuredly thri||ed to recommit.
shortage of fortune, yet to beget improvement.

undoubtful; the patricians who assemble my acquisition
were purpose built
by conventional contributions
and the unraveling patchwork quilt [v.beta]

META!  i pose no threat.
OBSCURA!  i prose to recollect.

rallye caps for the gloves and masks
i wear to remain in safeguard/intact.
recipe calls -> fermented tribunals, Grand at mass.
bare prepar(e)ation in contrast of the second impact.


& as of late...i take part in the game of 
mate
                              ..                              ..                  wait.

                              ..                     
please don't let time square explode! :..
i have family seeking refuge in a subdivision abode.
i'm hear...if you wish to talk.

understood.||
tempers and temperatures rising
too bold a state to comprise...

your fallacies =eekwalls [most pretended disguise].
This is my ticket to pride; certified...
since nostalgia was left behind.


>----(and this is where our static character finds acceptance in all the wrong places).


you have sustained my lasting muse.
Beloved; i credit all things to you.
pedestal suited for endearing perfection
and enduring a lifetime of recollection.
i've been nourished by the gift of the water bearer.
using the s[o]ns' intellect to distance himself from feeling(s).
death, conception; breeding a beginning to an end.
this is as far as i'm believing
unfortunately, that's fated to pretend.

it's bold to defy what the stars have poetized
{composed}
{orchestrated}

                              ..                              ..                    only words, love.                    {arranged}
{contrived}
{fabricated}.

you've heard what happens when you tamper with fire.
yet, who stole the apple from my eye
and the prize of my desire?

closer, get closer...and closer.
this will expose the flaws and fears
making ourselves feel less than ideal.
concealed; our pseudo lives to be revealed.


...if only these trees could speak.

....-_(when you're consistently having to let go of the past every second).


    I JUST FELT MY 
subconscious REACT.
    CHALLENGE MY INTELLECT /!/
                                    || property of mind that encompasses relative mental abilities.
||  rationality and intuition / insight.
 | |  the capacity for knowledge and understanding.
 ||  The faculty of reasoning, knowing and thinking, as distinct from feeling.


whoa...you're good.



                              ..                              ..                              ..                  4 || 4
                              ..                              ..                              ..                  2 || 2


By the time intuition caught up with reason
i had already fell into place.
now with logic in balance and faith at heart
i've never imagined us so far apart.

In an endeavour to chase forever
forever came looking for me.
i never seized an opportunity
fortuity seemed too hard to conceive.

i am the pilot of my life
with my head in the skies.
defying the line between lens and eye.
this compensation isn't what i had intended.
and to think in exchange is tangible stipend.
i feel only to pretend.

a little less abstruse for my typical taste
but today i lack the weight of escape
we've entered ourselves in this contentional race
far from finished...you have been replaced.

Thanks for the anomalous subject matter.



operate by convenience.

seamlessly ideal
suited to appeal
stealing situations; keeping us distracted
from what we leave concealed.


cast down the threshold
as we did once with the floodgates.
if not for anything, love me for my mind.
tis all that constitutes separation of individuality.
human condition; the utmost i have to offer.
i'm learning how blurred the lines can be
and tracing over them
so they're never to be crossed again.
mnemonic; a kids' logic of ill repute.
we're certain it's unspoken
together we venture in the same pursuit.

Semantics.


pride, spiteful pride.
it's the only way we communicate.
division of social congregations...
...we're a product of these collectives.
and have resulted in opposing compatibility.
in mornings we are birthed.
on evenings conceived cessation.
and so it's been... upon series of lifetimes.

who is she      .
                    .
                    .
whom i have yet to meet?




  God, i love you.
and it's been since the word amginE became frequent diction.
let's talk...



you look beautiful in the emergence of the annual aquarius.  

a.)

living out the best of my days...each new day forward.  (bottom)

arc to failure.
i'm paying the price for humanity.
the truth be toll'ed.


we='' ve='' got='' a='' worlds='' demise.='' size='2'>
and time to take to ration(lies)alize.
troubles' down the hall
in a stovepipe top hat and cloak.
it strikes at my knees
and sinks me to a second of disbelief.

i've been hoping my television set will melt into the ground.
and spare me from sleep.
to keep from being followed by you.


jump ship like we jump towns
not to solve a thing.
the resolution is translated from text unseen.
and so it reads: i love you...
with penmanship precise and serene.

watch my mouth move
and my lips apart.
watch a seascape
let the waves crash our hearts.

it's not enough...
set the merit free
spare me your cumbersome apology
for the duration of sanctity has been exceeded.
written in his eulogy...

scorn fair devotion
a brief notion
to blind the orphan.
attest from the parent
who couldn't care less.

honestly, it's nearly impossible to maintain
or reconcile again.
sincerely,
these tendencies of reckless deception.
insult to injury
inept to the same story
of dancing on the graves
or making the rain fall on every tuesday.

you've become a relic of modern time
in high pursuit of simple minds.
a prisoner of the martyr
much like she, who was left behind.
the fathers daughter.
mute as can be. a subtle nod or whisper.
sweep her hair from her face...
...with the wind so i can kiss her.
we're turning up tables
& making out like bandits
to save the day from the kings
thieving alter egos of the desperate
& the offerings.

nothings more enriching
than alluding to customs made
then customs changed
observe through designer corrective lenses.

these colors don't run, they clash.
with vision; deceptive perception; viewed
through the bottle of paint stained glass.

in the by-waters of suburbia
down the streets of carroll's town.
i had missed the train
cause they have yet to build adequate public transportation.




I could have sworn I've been here before.
The faces on the mountain sides resemble the details on yours.
Growing between the fallen trees and frozen leaves the grass lay dead.
The story is told from the heaven above that our path rests ahead.
The stars, a wordsmith, deliver the message in cursive.
Collected debris join together to create the next galaxy is born.

Let's find shelter for the night.
Stay confined and hide from the faded earth and heavy sky.
In the coming days I will learn from past mistakes and written in the sand.
A sifting sentence in the ground before the seasonal snow lands.
The words they translate 'strangers are neighbors without a formal greeting.'
So people of the woods and people of the cities keep reading. . .
'cries from the mourning won't keep you awake
Listen to their plea and the
 wait 'til desecrate'

With passing time we age with bliss
It's the memories of today that will truly be missed.
Life will place us in front of two roads.
The one less traveled and the one familiarly known.
Chose most wisely and choose alone.
For the road less traveled you'll
 stand to atone.

The town lights stretch from coast to coast.
A wince of the scent of the autumn woods I long for most.
The valleys in the west and the plains of the north
Both I continue to visit back and forth.
The sun in the south and the breeze in the east.
Our love came back to reside in September but tomorrow lay deceased.
The fern has finally sprung in the midst of this heartsick eve
Perceive what you will but don't deceive
The evidence is vague in these
 mountains I respite to grieve.




look what we've gotten ourselves into.
when you were away that winter.


we can't lift this vessel alone
to transport us back to the shores.
begging with our humble plea
all we ask for is recovery
from what tomorrow has in store.

it's safer to live in the past
kept free from reluctant contingencies.
can't see ahead from here.
where we are remains an ambiguity.

empowered by the covenant ploys
doomed by gravity to fail.
we fall back into familiar behavior.
it's a path we know too well.

let your guard up to shield
what you don't want the others to see.
our force is weakened through time
and haunted by these illusions; are mine.

it's never what you expect
until the day you find
the world has a greater plan
just not what you had in mind
grab the wheel,
...it's your turn to drive.

this is your garden.
your retreat resort.
all expenses paid trip
away.
the perfect distance
to visit everyday.


mass abundance of complacent reminders
shadow me.
i thought i left this all behind
safe from escape in the vault.
held in place with twill and straw.
the shelter i'm trailing is drifting;
misleading
further down the waterway.

we're all taught by influenced 
impressions
and learning all the time.
it's manic oppression
a man with obsession.
he'll never stand a chance.

i know now, there's no love.
guilting; unruling
sarcastic solutions
i'm okay with not seeing you around.





i'm losing grasp so i drop the ball constantly.
focus becoming distorted and turns to
mystery.
uncertainty breathing down my spine.
let's set sail to the oceans divine.

on these coastal islands
the weight of the city doesn't exist.
the burden of everyday is lifted
and it's the escape itself; a gift.
superficial immunity
in a community basked in the wealth of glory and life.
with ease & and third key i subside my mind...and drift.

the scenery is much to take in
in such short time.
like a sequence entwined
we're surely to find
the stars of our signs aligned.
________________________
another entry complete...
categorizing itself into its' according chapter.
an infinite book with tonight as the last page...
yet another will materialize when i awake.
_______Q_________
THe interview:  why did you do it?
                      &
me:  twas the greatest of lessons i've ever learned.
_______A_________


Before you pronounce requited affairs;
deliberate, evaluate.
once love we did previously share
to send our pulse to alarming rates
when both we deeply cared
greater than his harbored weight.

Herald to the streets;
proclaim; Oh Dear!
inform the infantry to retreat
miss. leading, adhere.
the victory of defeat.
nearing the year bearing the water frontier.

Grant your desires from the son of Suns;
Horus the Elder.
predestined, we're playing out dramatis
of an age old script.
minimum space for improv.
like stories subject to season...
everything happens for a reason.

ah! the celestial choir in harmony.
with the reign of love.

this empire i've offered to you
with open arms and heart.
lower the floodgates, clear the clouds.
as you make your way, in rounds
,to the center of the stage.

in all my waking hours
consumption via heavens power.
playing the role of the hero's part.
destined with grace from it's first start.
the world and we agree.
one who wears the crown...
and the other shall succeed.

though days apart
we're strung along
by our lingering hearts
stuck in entropy
with no signs of ease.
seeking sympathy, deliberately wishing
things would change.
our love; hard-coated.

Take heed to the practitioner.
to understand is to enlighten
failure to recognize renders suffering[/=life means]
and comprehension deems nobility.
trace the path to cessation.
you can ch()u()se to forgive anything.
rejoice and reclaim.
signal the sign to our party;
it's time to partake.
WE'RE RIGHTEOUS!
and taking over this liberal city
with chastity far more logical
than their own.
coup de tat amidst the air.
 
each new day comes bearing it's own gifts...
untie the ribbons.

(top)

happiness is when...
what you think, say and do
are all in harmony.


we're all='' stolen.=''>

so>
one>
we're>



                    nolens || volens
(( You make me sleep in terror'ed sheets
    and by the time morning arrives...
 !!! a cold sweat in an empty bed to my surprise.
Bless the fate that keeps us together in our heavy minds.
Cursed be the day i don't awake with you at my side.  ))
epilogue:  

Kevin Reynolds Diomampo was spawned from the loins of a catholic practitioner and reserved to be this towns' best kept secret. {caption = < . >: To signify the end the statement which the portrait; itself, conveys.  [...the thousand words each picture has to say.]