Corpture XI - Quatorzain!!

Process.

Pragmatic, Dogmatic, Rheumatic, Static.
I fail to get past the aisle at the attic
Assumed and then felt abused
Obscured yet depressed and intrused.

Eyes peer from vivid corners, looking down like there never was, as if i had the choice not to believe they were not but yet i waited to let them shine and cast a spell upon the miseries withing any given floating scion who wished to not, aeons came as time flew by and then i heard the last!!

Ohh!! The romantic chants of the farwaway world, of how his sister cried when he twirled and how they slept when the world, yes, the world, stood!! They made them then , never to be broken again.
Met at close range, point blank, askance, cosmo fanatic, a little static. Wisdom was never a virture for many yet they enqueued, a change to disillusion, themselves, oneself, distance CORPTUREs from the very blatantness of random hardened writings.

Arbit.

Omega puzzled withstood, never did arise a right? Ask of what is left to the dogs, i need a reply before they bark, the walk shall be completed, soon.
Mythic maars and cornerstones that stay put whenever shallow seas come haunting to take away pain and lead destiny the way its said. They don't think of what we asked for and never shall we tell them the same.
Its the same unconsiquential bindness that made all not to say, that made the same devoid, of the very essence of what was needed and of how and what which was required. Sue them for the needs, let them be, let us free.

Madascnet vigils and takeaway symbols, borrowed closets to hid thy secrets and rumoured chances upon which we function, upon whom we lecture.

Haptic sensations,
Numb emotions;
In Abasia, absentia,
Save the telic ablepsia.

Round.

(i ask) Orbit of the earth, why does it get to revolve the sun,
{im told} Its none of my business, none of my concern.

Wait.

A horrid testimony to someone who believed just to be thrown away as agnostic, non comformist, a prayer shall suffice? Till where shall the lame run, till when shall the atheist pray?

recreated charms,
the contact i made;
should i sacrifice,
or must i wait?

Still.

Nubility attracts more the receiver than the follower, to return home disappointed after wasted an effort isn't exactly the whicker. Wroth in wain, hope in vain, shaded figures so majestic, yet remain unexplained.
I see the emit from far away, its not all that is left, i have permits, just the slip of myths to share the cogs of filth.
Ab Urbe Condita, the CORPTURE that lies e zined and lacerated designs, finding words to rhyme , this sunday night. Im sure as never gonna be ever creating the crave that i was the only miscnception you had in my mind, you had in my mind, i had in my mind?
A quota of quintic, emancipation of symmetrics, a formula needs wait, to be invented. Take me by heart, take me by blood, take be something, that me be plastic. The beautiful quertum.
Clepe led me here, the propoganda of sorts that still needs explain, soon i promise, unless i kil myself via pain.

Sonnet.

Actuality,concept,
what the world just needs;
the contact i made,
got to rest in peace.

Corpture X - Clepe!!

BEGIN

Detached, divided upon deeds, profound, unasked within need, im still moving away, faltering stp by step, im limping, drowning, scrouging, asking, im devoid, listless, i ask for forgiveness, do i deserve the pain?, do i realize the same, intercession, being degenerated by unfathomable crisis, im realizing my worth, zilch to none, approximately close, im finished,.sometime soon, days, well? Off.

"Arrogant pride, ever reside,
fall off, a great divide;
asked to stop, i try to wait,
i can't love, let alone hate."

Presumed to drissom, earthstepper of sorts, CORPTURE author, challenge me at inanity perceived withing victuallates, sedatives demaning syringes and Prism within its own brethen. Color.
I walk away, down memory alone, home is where nothing is, a peace of mind exists, iv lives my life and i never knew to live, till i knew i was to die. I'll start a revolution from my bed, ill stand up beside you, well? and ask -

"enone thy ey,
an irp of inwit;
lide by ness,
a trull bin rit"

Leaves shall change color, clover shall regard me sane, suffer alone or cry with them, how good is it to depend depends upon dependency, whats not relative, well?
Added pronounced and denounced, i stand by my own, relying on my own, ever moved, ever enthused, captured and cornered, cosmic my augour, capoted and honorored, believe no CORPTURE, well?
Got to roll and take my time, a tilth of vermillion, a toft tiver of never, record times and imagine fervour , being burnt within places so abjudicated by jurisidction surrounding my leftover forests.
Viscid emotions, preplexed, wrixle and pavid, fight for what you stand for, overdone on aspects.Iv imagined not being nowhere, hw does it feel to be somewhere? finally? never. We strip away death charges to focus on essentials, we emit pain to rinse our holiness, is this what comes to an end?

"Meed to a welk,
anent on spell;
char and folter,
quick to dispel"

A direct diectic to whatever is near, clear razor blades, cut upon residue, billed as death, cut from the insides, well? Need a little time to wake up?
Hack, you take me away, incessantly, deliberate godess, grotesque facial or an unbringing inthrick. When was the last time any drug helped? Who was it when, well? Bodily contorion, disorientation, lathe, lave.Trey to resoundness, resounding madness, asking for a chance, to Clepe at every step.
The culture we have does not make people feel good about themsleves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it.
The smallest fragment or part of something that is still identifiable as that something isn't the last of what was scorched for that little being, asked forward to rewind, waiting enqueued and paused till time.Martlechamber congregation, unspecified concealed, conceived or revealed, by now you should have realized, well?

END

Help up in a state by which my system ceases to function because of a combination and series of different foulups that magnify each other.Can you feel it? A mania forever, rage till December, a million years between my dreams and replies, my sentences and tries, my attempts and cries, wisdom, within, well>
They spoke up?
as you wait for never,
can you be my remedy?
An apostosy of fleam,
pictured forwit, pictured innit,
timid, placid, pavid,
did they speak up?
mix with my medicine,
cure for my pain,
am i to die just like this
or am i to wait in vain?

Corpture IX - Prism!!!!

Easy Words.

Eclipsed by belonging, shadowed by hate, i witness winter, can't hardly wait.

Prism.
i am no culture freak
i am no cult rythm
not all
just another in the seven.
prism.


A black rainbow is enveloped by the shadow of the victim, gospel chants rise within the sanctuary, im troubled a little from within. Can't hardly wait to look, for what was promised by tomorrow, i look beside the furnace, the fire bleeds my sorrow.

If everyone were to lie, and say nothing else sans lies, deceit would be the truth. Shall those who ever spoke correct be ridiculed. More than words is a stigma, a CORPTURE blends the enigma, i met my zephyr long ago, the reply to my questioned karma.

I shall refuse, to be a part of menace, i was not invloved to begin with, i shall not stay time permit. Refrain from making changing clocks, time waits on heaping crops, soiled away by monsoon, a tag fit to suit the tune. A brilliant focus that ray emits, puzzled sanctity lands and cement, watered agriculture and famined lives, throttle gears and choke excide.

Mammals, Camels, Animals.

Shrouded symptoms from disease, manure riddled, confuse to cease, exist to exit, leave in peace. Give a chance, take from me, experiences and a little ease.
Coming so close to what i ever had to say, yet unable to express my way , im still grounded by pillars so cruel, empathy laden and gruesome reasons. Break my corollary and take me spine, brockeback racing on the chosen design. Play at everytime on a sudden note, hatred spewing out of bolts, liquid charged at premium, passion stems from altruism.
Waiting in anticipation as it made all stay, hoping to prolong what was all avid, thermal eagerness pours in grief, a little realization, a certain sympathy. Ignored on modules so warm and calm, an exodus enthusing charm, a sparkle that shouldn't purpose play, theories so not far away. Water pours on the tild, simple silica and negated silt.

Vieux-Jeu
Am i the inconsequential of sequences.
am i the reason for changes.
am i the insignificant and re arranged,
am i blatant, reduced to insane.

It, becomes, at times, uncertain a cry, for mankind to try the next legion of wasted souls to be running wherever no one has till date as it is more than the propoganda so professed. A quaint little town on the hibernation prowl , i write in earnest and a little frown, to make me realize all the shame infused, to revitalize the purpose of you.

Even if i did, i couldnt have, the CORPTURE saw and yet awaited every bit of it with bated breath, an answer never given to the question asked, time ignored or an excused past. What of it shall be redeemed, a parcel refusing to come ever clean, take me hidden or take me more, i hold morbid a latex dour. So softly, ever so x, ever so jinxed like the highway west. Look who talks when the winds all slow, look whats said, when im not sure.A kakidrosis of emptiness, an explunge on shame, a spleen to barter, a liver to exchange.

Heads or tails, make all out of it, iv made it easier , on request, days gone by and an answer strikes, who raiseth hands, hast shall strive, a broken arrow through my lungs, vertabrae i chose, to ensequence my jump.I shall kill or may i die, i may shiver on the loner pyre, im not burnt and im not dead, im just waiting for the fuckin' thread. Connecting bits and pieces apiece, if this is fethced, then whats not east. oh, whats not east, whats not left, whats not east.

While the one seventy nine of us and the other uncounted, act innumerable as force, a multiplier effect, what adds up is the sundance tribes, looking for jokers to cry tonight, to make heaven out of hell, to make believe, to make thou, shall thou ought halt to see.

Solemn
Im over with most,
done with explain.
If you still haven't got the point,
quit exercising your brains.

Corpture VIII - Calix!!

Petrified by unsoundness
Garnished to the corpses
i hate the way i stand
neither here or either there.

Iv always held it against those who descript and diminish Idiot Savants. People holding rights, create, people use the same, same.
Vernacular verses, Wivern to disdain, so heaped upon, kill to proclaim.
Self creates, owned detroyed, im not afraid to die , just a bit apprehensive to live. I need protection for myself, my self and my skin, comfort for my brains as the veins use a trajectory to pertain. Blood flows everywhere, who knows what it is , it is transporting, is it goodbye?

Latin orthodox, Juvenilia
Cornered, Karma Kriya
Break, the broken glass
Shows, a reflection of grass.


Sky is a mirror imagine of the water, a reflection of the unbound, it tried not to feel bad, it imagines itself high, it doesnt fake. What about the brethen so juxtaposed, so unordained, co-coronated, street sense, market intelligence.I wonder what has happened to me, i wonder what has happened to you.

As i lay still, a thought process, a wagon wheel, Naked without a dress, splendid deeds.
ECLECTIA made to wait, a Corpture shown its way, well and good, if you got the point, else, go debate. An Edaphic of sorts, a region of chords , simaltaneuos beliefs and ranging to grief.

Lyterian arranges me. It gets me back to my senses. Play me.
Courtesy the Table d'hôte, champagne and choir, blatant desires, on stage attire, rhyming fires, struggle off satire.
If i make a difference, thank me, thank the stars, un-often than not, cut the trees, remove the sharks and eat them for free.
Brazen colts down marching zones and filthy rags and riches soul, baffled tims and inky details. Unarranged places and toilet sinks.

PROFOUND

How i wish i knew
Of what i wish was true
i waited with bated breath
I wish i wish for you
you, wish wishes too
Culture to remain
a wish i wish
the chance i take with you
a wish i wish is true,
no wish too soon is due.

Talionic, hate, give me disregard for straights. Ask yourself.
We dont know what we say, the time is up and i do have a lot more to say.
I dont what to do today, i do know all the horrors, susceptible, unthoughtful, garbage dumbs foiled, i wait for turmoil.

Calix - n. (pl. -ices) cup; chalice.

Shout out whats not heard,
Else just leave to make me starve
I may have always the last word
You always have the last laugh.

Corpture VII - Eclectia!!

Gemel thoughts. That come not one by one, so together, and so young. Qua thoughts, yet to proceed, adjectives decreased.
A fictility given, to fascination, to arouse regrets, to chain nihility. Undotted i's and uncurved c's , deranged grammar and pessimistic nothingness.

Calling me to safety,
calling to fettered Gyves,
annhilating squares and figures
depressed to extremes.

A farce of pain, talk of the evening, nobody answers, enveloping dreams. Asking most of some when we know there is nothing. Looking for ways to reach way beyond and answers to dreams, much spoken about concepts to talk about cabrons of CORPTUREs burnt to ashes in front of my eyes, sans the last felt drags of the empty pipe. Talkies that sleep, rejects so pleased, gamma to garbage, raped and diseased.
Marquee on call, hysteropathy so enthralled, mad men wanting out, breakups for nudes, lights off for the time and left-alone touch-offs, much ado 'bout nothin', just relative to absolute patience.

Concept Based - Eclectia - Hysteron Proteron -

n. inversion of natural order or sense, especially of words; fallacy of proving or explaining a proposition with one presupposing or dependent on it. (dictionary)


Collusion
A thesis undone, a masterpiece of grey, a range of done work to getting the little wivern sheen. Check out all the laser lights, check me for the lack of parasites, engulf the CORPTURE while it lasts, ill rip it part by part.

Noise from the abat-voix , pertaining to velar rites.
Of those, who acknowledge, revenge to the chastised, shock untra vires, off all from signs to the sixth sense, the village score, joy to the mother who raises the dead, joy to the farmer who sows and wades, joy to digress from what is spoken , joy to be and let not, frangrant modules of the same, blood stains to shirt sleeves, i shall make you believe.

RealPolitik, VirtualGimmicks, ZephyrSlick, ThermalPicks.

Living by the radar, cosmic grieviences and hated fervour, delta rectum and retro pseudo, bring me down, severe.