Wanting In Exhaustion

I know people break apart. Alltime or Sometime.
Occasionally  or Seldom.
An accident on the roadways
A gunshot
An unkept heart
A fatty liver
A melancholy in the grain and ocean fields of the brain
A fall from a high place
A starvation in a south korean flat after escaping north korea
A railroad track
A bridge
A sickness whilst holding a four leaf clover
A child held in mother's arms and in her beautiful insufferable grief
An athlete on a shiny sunday
A business man walking to his car
An overdose
A flooded lung
All the melodies get preached
All the pain gets sung
Wanting in exhaustion.

I know we are on a fundamental no good.
Robberies or Murder. Stealing or what else they may call it.
Deeds task runaway karma.
One holds something over another.
Our failures to forgive.
Our species is unleadable.
Don't fool yourselves.
What we feel in the heart always wins no matter what is spoken.
Your daughter died in the sun
You son was found alive in the dark mountain side.
A 50 year old woman dies with her cats in a house fire.
An 18 year old male slipped.
I have lupus
You will get a heart attack
Or we will simply collapse
As if asked.
Not loved in
Left.
Wanting in exhaustion.

If I had found your body. My love.
I would have called my son and we would have wrapped you in a silk jeju blanket.
I would have cleaned down the scene with lemon grass and white vinegar.
Separately packaged your belongings in water proof bags.
Sprayed the room with cinnamon.
And filled your eyes with crushed black pearls.
Called my medicine man from San Francisco.
He and my son would have
Carried your body into the elevator and down to the parking lot.
In a surfing sock.
A lawn of asphalt with fallen stars.
Amid the cars of travelers.
Metal sparking chill in the southern direction.
Into the car of million darlings this epoch has gone on too long.
And you would have not decayed but fit properly in a shipping container.
Your water fingers clutching my cherry amber beads from China
For any journey that you have to take within the earths relevant hours.
Deserves only the finest healing bead that rode off the poisons from my life.
Art thy is my life. And only upon you do I soar.
My finery is my midnight sky.
The 26th moon mouse holes through the illuminated sperm of Mayakovsky.
In the distance is Mt. Fuji
Growing into the sea.
My enemies abound and sometimes increase.
What is behind me
Is not apparent.
What loves me has already died
Or is not certain of being born.
I am so Queer
With my teapot body and my pills
to please God.
But God views it as contagion.
I am back to the Orphanage.
Waiting in Exhaustion.

What have I seen,
I have seen good intentions hiding bad intentions.
I have seen one group wanting to be another group.
I have seen mornings come in the bushes of salt.
I have seen dead men in lost rooms blustering in decomposition.
I have seen good virginal types.
Turn badly and when they turn badly it is quickly.
I have seen people in touch with their evil component.
And their little blood in the white bitch line.
I have seen the tourniquet I use on myself.
And the violence they use against me.
I spoke the truth in the wide open pulse and breath
Bringing you home to the nest
Where no one would be
Wanting in exhaustion.

Beyond this field.
Without hill or reason.
Treason.
They betrayed me. What else can I say.
They betrayed me.
I spoke of striking back.
I spoke of the need to respond to adversity.
I spoke and got in the way of the river.
I made no decision to leave.
I spoke of not hurting a queen in slavery.
And the angel wings of Mary turned into metal.
I spoke that this is the time to cut down trees.
Here.
This is not a summer sky above me.
I spoke of the rotten Eggs from Rose Acre Farms.
I spoke of the absolute maximum to do what is needed to survive.
No one wanted us and that is why we are hurt.
No one wants us now.
I squint at James Dean.
Without caution.
The position and poison comes out.
Wanting in exhaustion.

(Protect yourself at all cost.)
We were rich. Or. They found a way to be rich. Because they were poor.
No toil All toil.
I happen to think we made gayitee out of our suffering.
I am not sure.
We may have made gayitee out of their suffering.
The damn thing is a blur.
I am sure I got that right.
The wool and The eye.
There are bad things happening around us all of the time.
Kate or
Jane.
Dangerously taking their very personal drugs.
They are delicate tissue
Around all of our hearts.
In the Park's Dark.
I find my muses in tragic chicks.
I did everything it took to say my words this way.
I answer in one word and there is little communication.
I sit on the cement stairs
With my weapons
Amazingly betrayed in this life time
But fiercely  strong
Wanting in Exhaustion.

I am not afraid to place a death sentence on anyone.
Creatively.
I know what my past lives remind me of.
In North Loup
I rode my horse bare back
Smoke rising between my thighs and the skin of the horse.
The smell of my body mixed into my horse
Alive in our furnace.
Ancestors crackled like the stones under his hooves.
I am I am I betcha I am
The fucker feared.
I betcha
Bonny Boy.
I tore the sheet of paper out of her beloved typewriter
And saw her restrain discipline
As a secretarial teacher. Who the fuck fucks up enough in the recycled process
To be a typing teacher.
Then. She did give me a small bag of sunflower seeds for my birthday.
El Cheapo.
I peter principled her ass
Once I got to Wilmette
I sent her expensive wine glasses from an antique store.
And told her I found them in the basement of the house I was staying.
My mother said
I knew that was a crock of shit.
Tell them they win
And then watch the walls fall in.
I know I was someone's daughter
From God I fell
A mouth full of his sperm
And eggs from whales
I left him in the cancer state
Wanting in exhaustion.

RIP Jennifer McCallister

I found the burning box
In the middle of the 4 poles.
I asked humanity
Do you have a sense of direction
Or is it one concerted slide to the feeding circle.
A battled answer came back to me.
We dont know who you are and we dont know what we are.
I said then,
The scarecrows have been effective.
J.R.Jeffers?
Before what dies
I eye it.
There is something to the solitary way I defend myself.
My weapondry is single things.
I am exhausted.
I am a woman.
Spaghetti strap dresses.
I am hungry hungry hungry and my grief is huge.
Please give me a plate of food.
Oh my lips are dry and I am in pain.
Food Food Food please.
I watched great women writers die so early and their children dead as well.
If you land on earth as a woman you have to ask yourself
Why was it such a bad decision.
The world for an aspirant  woman is like prison
A starvation
Wet useless manuscripts or canvases
Wanting in exhaustion.

Andy Seashells

Like the old mouse trap game.
Everything has to work so that the round marble can fuck over a bunch of plastic mice.
We are
Mumbled numerals.
Going young again
And play around the electrical block
The little town below our wayward toes
Gave off a glow that knows no more
Than it knows today.
I was waiting for this time you might say,
Religously devout to the paradisiacal.
I am a child in the flames
And I take no blame
For watching you
Waiting in exhaustion.  

Someone's dead.
Someone's rent.
Someone's book.
Someone's future.
Someone's father.
Someone's birthmark.
Someone's talk.
Someone's law.
Someone's history class.
Someone's aging.
Someone's Buddha in the yard.
Someone's Cross around their neck.
Someone saw. Someone unsaw.
The world
Wanting in Exhaustion.

"The country is overflowing with readily available weapons, and plenty of diminished souls to operate them"

Schwarze Black Zero

Our opportunities begin and end at the shores. Surrounding.
Depth is water
Height is not going to get our elevation any higher.
We are murk upon murk.
The prosperous towns are written upon by the prophet of you did know what you were getting into when you got yourself a happy obscenely luxurious style of living.
The ideal is not our ideal. Or certainly my ideal.
A ghost can be poked in the eyes.

I stand. But I cannot believe I walked over and over these half facts or lack of facts.
This village of not enough opportunity.
How the ocean swells.
I stand. But no hero can rise futher than the terrain he stands on.
I stand. But I cannot believe the dead spots exceed the life spots.
I stand. But I cannot believe a man talks because he is very afraid of what the last door of his life might look life
I stand. But I question the ill segmentation of our lives.

2.
I stand. But I cannot tell you what will happen when you die.
I can assume you may know something about the procedure.
I can assume that you may not have thought yourself dieable.
Innocence is nothing. Piss in the snow. 

I stand. But in immolation. 
Perfectly clear surrounded by the rainbow deer.
I stand. But I am consummate.

I stand. But I cannot believe the burning villages of the Rohingyas. Crossing the rivers at Cox's Bazar Bangladesh.
I stand. But I cannot believe Venezuela could not wear its Crown Jewels. Exxon Mobil, Chevron, Conoco Phillips, BP.
I stand. But I cannot believe Rodrigo Duterte can wear the Crown Jewels of an Assassin.
I stand. But I cannot believe Tomas Szczepanski grew up to found the Niklot.
I stand. But I cannot believe Helenic Defense Systems is a cafeteria of Blood makers.
I stand. But I cannot believe the eyes of the Chinese Migrant worker in an mass eviction in the Daxing District.
I stand. But I cannot believe Yemen turned to basement broken pipes in the eyes of its children. The truth will be found in Zabid.
I stand. But I cannot believe the arrest warrants for Dogan Akhanli or Puigdemont.
I stand. But I cannot believe 55% of Japanese childen  with one parent live in poverty.
I stand. But I cannot believe Sebastian Kurz and Viktor Orban in the Book of Nationalism.
I stand. But I cannot believe the 4 beast have finally appeared.
I stand. But I cannot believe Schäuble Schwarze Null turned the world into an entire black zero.
I stand. But I cannot believe I have forgotten my wigs in the Nigerian rice fields.
I stand. Barely a gutts worth of a woman in deep grief over the deprivation party in unsteady spike heels
I stand. But all lay in poverty's prophecy.
I stand. But I cannot believe the exclusion walls.
I stand. With God.

2.
Not in Fire.
But in water.
Not in water
But in oil.
Not in oil.
But in smoke.
Not in smoke.
But in the belly of the white horse of North Loup.
Not in the belly of the white horse of North Loup.
But in the constant sound fractions of the missing.
Not in the sound fractions.
But in unmarked graves.
Not in unnmarked graves.
But in you do not die a gritty death for nothing.
Not in the gritty death.
But in the lurid miracle.
Not in the lurid miracle.
But in the dirt of the turnip cake.
Not in a turnip cake.
But what is sung under earth.
Not in the sung under earth.
But in the heart of the great spirit.

O. Clemence. O.
My love how long it has been been been been.

Trust no one.
Then trust.

The Lullabye
Lamp.

The safety.
The Way to safety.

There is a rythme.
A Chime in China instant film.

Every job takes a casualty to get out of.
One dies or one can die for a group to thrive.

Great Gas Leak.
Pardon. Pardons. Real Rear Admirals' Pardons.

Dead Bodies
And their leaves.

I am really that sound.
A Bird Breaking Bells and the winners they have taken as captives.

Scotia Grandmother Scotia.
The swing of things.

I don't know why the die.
But life is a needle full of life.

O. Clemence. O.
Grab for my hand as the tide rises.

A clothesline of rashes.
Nerves of evil people.

She.
She was delicious as a steak.

They told me it. So.
I do not know about now, she is condemned in a way.

The State of things, of her things, his things, looks bad.
"You have to remember me?"

"So.
But I might not necessarily do that. Remember you."

(I am on a bicycle eating a bag of popcorn in Scotia. I can smell a passing woman's menstrual
Bleeding in the summer heat as she walks past me.

Grandmother Grandmother Grandmother Grandmother
You freaked us out on the roadway to the Loup.

Give me.
Fight to fight to find the

Spirit to fight.
To fight within and not with.

To not fight within
Or without.

The Dao Wind blows through the puffed corn.
I was here.

I was here.
And it almost tore down their houses.

The House of Dao.
The House of Nature.

Wherever I go what
The tracks follow. Trains kill. We have seen that proven.

O. Clemence.O.
In predicting salle wagram pearls of his urine that fell on me after he beat my nose with his foot in a jogging shoe.

I am physically  very right.
When you mix that with that.

There is the race and then there is the manly basement.
Where they live and get their ideas and even thrive.

They with the blue question mark.
I am with them. In a sense.

In something epic in the eyes of Omar Sharif.
They are scared that Pasternak's palm veins made these lines of snow on my forehead.

You must show them what nothing feels like.
You have to know when to show them that

Articles and Clothing.
The Method of the Mediocrat.

I got very dark.
Very dark.

2.

(Slave Makers)

O. Clemence. O.
With his mandate crown.

Impaled in the wind.
An enemy in the territory.

It kills you-
Kills you.
 
The hours days we are apart.
A poor lady walking down a rich mountain.

I cut hole
In the Iron Fences

And Freedom gave birth.
To me. Again.

I met mystic
On the Wizard Wall.

Aoi and Direct.
I looked to banishment the flower stain of the sleeper from Tibet.

Tansit 20 leads you to them.
I will kill them if I see them.

I will hang their children beside the clean clothes of daybreak.
If you have not travelled this far with me, I have not seen you,

You are only, one thing,
My enemy.

You are
The Slave Makers.

And all slaves
Enslave.

There are rulers in
Poverty and poison.

The Taoist's Tuberose
Hedge.

Is infected
By my picking fingers.

O. Clemence. O.
You shall grab my heart.

Iliac Nest.
The Rains of Death Farms.

Crashed nupitals.
Hepatitis Nipples.

I jump if ready to jump if the jumping is good.
I am going to need a photo of his dead brides before I do it.

Some insurance or other.
That the river is as deadly as they say it is.

O. Clemence. O.
Their penises are hung with wasp's nests.

They are there you know.
At the Marilyn.

Teeth chips
Off of Van Ness.

The Edge Walkers
And Vets.

Do my bidding.
Do my bidding slave.

I am not kidding.
The river below on your way to Norristown,Pa.

Empty Factory
Is prettier

With a body floating in its runoff river.
The wonderment.

When the Watchman.
Changes shifts.

And morning
Is the colour

Of Sheep's Foreheads
As a Winter begins.

For her.
As for her.

Puddles.
Some women are puddles.

O.Clemence.O.
The gold ring is hard to attain.

My hair is limp and window.
I need to be married.

To something to make it matter to bloom
Or something of that nature.

Pyschic. The  files and the birds fly they know they are pyschic.
He loved me as if I was an affluency.

But he loved me at the wrong time.
The fish dwaddled.

Every woman has a face of flowers.
Every woman has a face of the murdered.

O.Clemence.O.
The files and the files and the files

Have been passed. Passed.
I do not deserrve this.

The sticks that will be collected for her bon fire.
All things lead. .
The right from the wrong is  hatefilled.

The Year I Drove The Town Mad

How many people are suffering in the suffering box?

I have a petri dish
In my Ford Focus.
A seed from a mountain apple
Bobs
In a paper cup
In a Starbuck's clear cup.

I have postitnotes in strong
Lime colour
Where I wrote in Japanese
Things
About the sky or the dollarless sky or the skies.
(Why are you so mysterious about the mystery you think I am that I am but unknown to you.
You are noseie.)
The people I work for are curious about what I know. Exactly.
(No one is truly dumb as in they can do something. So.)

I have Star Fish in my purse.
My purse is made of Banyan Roots.
I bought it on an American Air Force Base.
And that was before I threw my body into the Officer's wife's arms and told her to save me.
It kicked it off. The incredible mercy.
I pulled the Banyan Root bag out of my storage bin
Leased by a Billionarie's son
Who is my twin. In those ways that are ways.  I fared better them him. But I am not harsh.
In the notorious storage bin
I kept the tin
Of
What is left of my daughter's ashes.
Put things together and you might become a champion ice skater applauded by a Russian commentator.  She thumbs her fat pearls with chocolate smears on a hotel bed in Madrid.

I am working through the sorted things
I had then
Or whenever I had in a then that may have not existed or damn things we say to the people we love.
All of this was before or during
The
Gate
When it opened
And
I was pulled into field after field after field after field after field. (O holy star you do fall there.)
Field
Of
The usual floods
&
The dimensions of Tarot cards. That stay alive.

How far is the death moment?
And why made
The crying possible?
There is an insanity but insanity is a guest around a small lamp. O holy these women. Rolled up like a squealed hand in death.

A Tragedy from a Tragedy .
It is bound to happen, nothing is clearing righteous or innoculated
Since the waves swept in.

Who gets in the way?
We are not these cosmically fragile shells.
We can decipher what is
Becoming.
The usage of us.
There is a 1000 100
Ways to
Lose the knack
Of
Your country.
Your town.
Your family.
Your Husband.
Your Friends.
Your Love Letter.
(The only one written.)

It is an incredible goal
Whom do I apologize to?
I will do it. I do not
Know if the world has foreskin.

We are not touching, really touching,
The currents of provactuerus.
Chemical dosage.
Dead Chicks.
Will haunt someone.
Dead Chicks
Turning yellow in Easter Baskets
Of Braided haired children
And their boring parents
In the Salon of Science.
Bread
Cheese
Drink.
Their equations.Their equators.
All the world knows more than they do.
Drowned Scientists.
Playing Parents Mantises
Play that damn thing. Play it.

To compose is to decompose.
We are eternally understanding the eternal voice/ambitious vocals from Ordan.
The Golden ball
Cometh
To
Reward us
4
The death
Of
3 Children.
I dreamt my twins were petrefied wood in a Native American camp
Wrapped in blankets
Of Buffalo skin.
They could still speak
As they died.

O yee.
O yoo.
Lets dance/Shall we dance.
There are no house rules for the horses with no
Children to
Give
Their motion to.
The. Baby. World.

2.

My son come.
I am still young.
Side
To
Side.
To the graves
Or from the graves
1000s
Have
Paved this way with
Their
Reunion
Songs.

The skies
Tremble like Tea China
In
Waterton Park.
As a glacier
Falls apart into the Lake.
Falls off
Like a shoulder
Into the Lake
Of
34 thirsty (Reflections).
Provinces.
Prefectures.

My son.
Allways know when your replacement has been sent to you.
You can move forward.
I am well aware of our status.

(I think this is a blatant
Attack on Islam.
You cannot update
Islam.
To fit your devices.

3.

I broke pelvis.
Woven pelvis.
I sat up all night in the Armory acutely aware
As
Abagail called out my name with the take off of each jet.
Wait thee
Thy centuries
I could not find a melody for mercy
And
There was simply no time. That is one of the hardest english sentences to say.
I could not inform you
I could barely inform anyone of consequence.
I could barely inform myself.
But I did so
With quality.
And quite well.

Be tough Abagail.
I have met so many like you now,
Be tough Abagial.

If I have to write it out
I can write it out.
Things do not stop, cease in victory,
Or cease in grief.
Until.
A Bold Move.
Here is my Bold Move.
One tends to save their hells
For a Biggness.
I have no recomendations.

There has been a lot of continual asking at the asking box.
What exactly is suppose to be listening?
What sort of deed are you talking about?
I am quite skilled.

4.
His plane landed.

The silence.
I keep having to stay. Back.
But I do not think
There is a radicalness.
I am a woman in a black skirt.
It is power waiting at the edge of the jetty
For the
Emergence of Tides. Etudes.
Quiet. Stuff.
Say.
Tie up loose ends wrap things up.
It is not the death state watiting
Or
I am watiting for.

Clearly. Faces have to fall upon faces.
Boxers in the boxing stalls faces filled with piss. My grandfather took me to see a man's world. Over and over and over and over again.

One day
In the days of dolls children dead children adults pets
One day
A tap at the door.
A letter in the box
At the top of the mountains.
A call.
No one
Calls who is dumb.
Not no more.
Anymore.
(The intellect won. And I saw the fires die
Out
On the shorelines
And underbrush.)
There is a lot of pain.
Thinking having thinking
Thought this way.

Blood does not meet water.
Anymore.

His plane landed.
His handwriting on lists of how I
can take care of his home.
His writing.
Slow. He wrote that just before the garage flooded.
Slight. He wrote the way he is sorry I am always left behind.
Faster. He wrote that drinking cold water staring out of his Buffalo Beyond.
Fastest. He wrote in pink ink an emergency number.

He has thought it out.  More than
He has for his wife.
I broke the child barrier
And fell into
The Libraries of Souls.
It is an
Adoption of sorts.
And. It is real.

I have direct connection with their
Connection.
I recognized
As
A
Child
In the Child Sea.

(I think we lost-- lost.
We lost too many too fast
We were not vilignant enough.
When one feels tremendous apathy for oneself they forget to notice.
But how else does anyone get anything done.
I don't have time to fall in love. Speaking as a sorter.)

His plane landed.
On the L tarmac.
Though I saw him in a dream
With a lens
From above he was looking for something below.
Do not know.
What for.
In the moment could I have been in his thoughts. Or his burden thoughts.
I made out like a cartoon buglar
With heeps of love joy sorrow stomach aches chocolate
And ah hah
Their secrets.
It is not as intriguing yet.
I have to find bigger cats to put into slow motion.

6.
His plane landed.
The proven Gibraltar on refracting Onxy of Manness.

(Come on. Don't interupt my life.)
I left the words on the door frame of my beloved home.
And he did see it.
Everyman is a Nazi.
Give the man something for being that.

I followed the carps to the lower ponds.
The cherry wood floating in the beet soap and the skin of man on all of them.  Every one of them.
I have never seen this type of pain in a while.
I have never seen this roughness.
Is war somekind of victory.
What are we doing to our bodies?
Enduring this?
Why are we eduring anything at all?
The chemicals have spilt.
I went from a baby to an assain.
Over fucking night.
Do you know the fires that will not light? There are tons of fireless people.

The Orgins of Life should never have been allowed to begin.
Take me to the overseer.

(Love. Love. Just passed me by which leads us unwanted in the unwanted line.
There are limits to what we will take and understand in this world.
There are profound limits and profound determinations
That at some point we will say
No.

The sweetest word in the world is NO.

It is serious.
You breathe or You do not.
And no matter how much money is made
Someone is making more.
Only in money is that so.

There is a yellow dog at the end of the road.
A silver dog at the top of hill.
I remain very quiet but I am never still.

There are cats spider webbing my path.
Raindrops for eyes.
There is red dirt on my sandals. And my navy dress cannot stay dry.
I'm chosen. x1
I'm chosen. x1
I remember the sacrifice I remember the garments I wore.
But as far as the
Face.
Who knows
What I bore?

A whole nation
In the meadows of the beyond.

I have the ability to fight.
To kill.
And not circumvent my freedom.
I have come fromt he ends of the earth.
I think I will return this earth onto itself.
Views have no ability to describe the life they think they have found.
Any view becomes a good view.
A thousand Jupiters looked fine to me. When I fucking cared.
When I cared.

Turn any man around
And the back of his head
Takes away
All his power.

7.

His plane landed.
In grey cold air.
Birds
Dream of Blue skies
Warm air
And
Food.

The pilot has travel legs
And the cold air reaches them.
His legs tick.
He has flown back and forth for 3 days.
And he has not changed or bathe.
He is becoming free or freer.

Ice skaters know it.
When they fall
And
Doom
The
Metal.
The lice of chill.

His plane landed.
On much distrubed land.
An unpeeling
Pelt land.
The years the cement watcher spent watching
The cement
Dry.

Money talks to silence.
The voices of their tormented lives.
You must know
There is
No
Not so.
You must kinow.
You are here with me.
Not out of love.
Do you know this?

His plane landed.
His opportunities had diminished.
We are all aware of this.
And if he is
He will recognize this.
A man
A Person
A Life.
You must recognize
The same boat.
It takes you back.
The passengers.
Well.
It is hard to recognize
What
Out
Love
For
Anyone
Is.

7.

What is resurrected has crucified.
You cannot float if you have not drowned.
You cannot fly if you have not been placed in the ground.
You cannot speak if you have not been silenced.
You cannot reach if your hands have not been tied.
You cannot pray if you have not been the prayer.
You cannot eat if you have not been the prey.
You cannot dream if you have not been unwakable.
You cannot be free if you have not been a slave.
You cannot be brave if you have not been afraid.
You cannot look away if you have not been looked upon.

If you see it and you do nothing you are as guilty as the act you witnessed.

Let us negotiate for our suffering.

The meals

They are many.

Gold is melted down and reborn 1000s of times.

Water Ovens

Boy of Eriko.

God Saw.

God Saw.

For Megumi Yokota:

The Exodus of Clemence ( The Book of Angels)

The Angels of Gods

The Angels of Gold

The Angels of Force

The Angels of Abandonment

The Angels of Disease

The Angels of Feasts

The Angels of Metals

The Angels of Deepest Sorrow

The Angels of Deep Waters

The Angels of Ravines

The Angels of Out Highest Wanting

The Angels of Relinquishment

The Angels of Logistics

The Angels of Agony

The Angels of Agony

The Angels of Agenda

The Angels of Falatan Amni

The Angels of Starvation

The Angels of Cannibalism

The Angels of My Dangerous Flow.

The Angels of Search

The Angels of Fortune

The Angels of Amputation

The Angels of Behavior

The Angels of Rescue

The Angels of Colour

The Angels of Drastic Change

The Angels of Before Gated

The Angels of Modes

The Angels of Nothing Hidden

The Angels of Everything Hidden

The Angels of Begged For Rice

The Angels of Sleep Invitation

The Angels of Alvin1962@yahoo.com

The Angels of Snow Damask

The Angels of Watching as I soap the Swallows who must swoop for your.

The Angels of The South North Water Diversion Project

The Angels of How is it that someone like you is still alive?

The Angels of Iliad

The Angels of Japan's Softbank

The Angels of Deutsche Telekon

The Angels of Cedi

The Angels of BRICS Countries

The Angels of Gradualism

The Angels of Kevin Lau

The Angels of Enrique's 7 Reforms

The Angels of Delek

The Angels of Mount Ontake

The Angels of the Mother Of Pearl that I dived for is the Heart of Megumi Yokota.

The Angels of Escalation

The Angels of Discovery

The Angels of The Broken Common Man

The Angels of The Hay left in the Brains of Women

The Angels of Pew Smell

The Angels of Perfect Separation

The Angels of Divine Unfriending

The Angels of Divine Friendship

The Angels of Unnatural Need

The Angel of Yearning for Destination

The Angel for the Hearing of Destination

The Angel for the Arrival Into The Destination

The Angel for the Departure Into the Destination

The Angel of what is done is done is done is done. 

Undoing is out of the question.

2. 

The Remarkable Angel of Acts of Defiance

The Remarkable Angel of patient sacrifice.

The Remarkable Angel of Dissent.

The Remarkable Angel of Your Unwillingness to do anything.

The Remarkable Elevator that carries your gold to new heights.

The Remarkable Jesus of that you will not do an act of bravery that benefits someone else.

The Remarkable Angel of a world without Solace.

The Remarkable Angel of Iron.

The Remarkable Angel of Fragile Glass.

The Remarkable Angel of Balance.

The Remarkable Angel of Incurable Loss.

The Remarkable Angel of Creation and Delivery. 

The Remarkable Angel of What is over the Rainbow is not in existence.

The Remarkable Angel of I was there and then I was there again 

When repetition is darken by man's lack of understanding.

The Remarkable It Is So Sad Waiting For Your Turn In The Shit Hole.

The Remarkable Angel of Aversion/When The Stale Bread Is Averted.

The Remarkable Breathing of Angels.

Blow away blow away the idea of Chance.

I am grown up. I know this from that.  

The Remarkable Angel of Playing Dumb.

The Angel of Rubbing Sticks Together.

The Angel of Togetherness.

The Angel of Stone. 

The Angel of Stone Benches.

'Neath the flower of my life.'

The Angel of Struck By Lightening.

The Angel of This Was Too Much To Live With In.

The Angel of Choosing the Center of Breath and No Breath.

The Angel of the Fallen Penny.

One Hand Curses.'

One Hand Reverses.

The Angel of the Discernible Line of Death.

The Angel of What All Men Breathe All Men Leave.at change

The Gold Light Is A Gleam Not

A Matter That Changes The Events of 

This Street.

What Survives Is A Decision Decided Decades Ago.

The Angel Ate the Apple.

The Angel About How A Life Must Be Lived.

The Angel of What is Welcomed In.

The Angel of What is Mathematically Pushed to Equal Fantasy.

The Angel of The Death It Takes Devaste One Person.

The Angel of Assistance. 

The Angel of Why You Must Assist.

The Angel of How Real This is to You.

The Angel of Reminders.  You are not a stupid child. 

The Angel of She Is So Condescending She Thinks We Are Junk Mail

The Angel of Dumb Equals Dumb.

The Angel of The Stadium. The Stadium.

The Angel of Firing Squads.

The Angel of the Out Come.

The Angel In Hiding.

The Angel of The Hiders.

The Angel of The Burnt Teeth in The Rivers of Mexico.

The Angel of Rebel Congo In Starvation.

Man Will Let You Starve.

You must know this.

The Angel of Do Not Look There Right Now.

The Angel of This World.

Is 

The Angel of Forced Disappearance.

The Angel of being a horrible time in history.

The Angel of The Cool Can Never Be Bought.

The Angel of You Did Not Do What Was Right And You Should Have.

And In Not Doing What Was Right

The Angel of Such Consequences.

The Angel of X-Former Self.

Insistence

The Angel of Wasting Her Time:

I met her in the rose garden that my grandfather had saved for the people. The people.  I explained the history of the public garden.

She had no appreciation. It is an exceptional gestures to ask someone to stay 

Within.

My grandfather saved land in very expensive areas and forced the city to buy the land and make them into parks. My grandfather loved his motherland.

Cogent.

I saw what you wanted me to see.

I met your companions.

Your family.

(As a matter of fact.)

I saw your home your room 

Your bed.

I saw what amount of me

You wanted.

And the degree you would go to take it.

I vanished.

The Non-Believing Angels.

The lack of Angels in Homeless Teenagers.

The existence of the priority of Angels.

The Ben Hur of Angels.

The ear wax of my dead daughter's angel.

In order for one to die

One must be born.

O Daniel O Daniel.

These wisdom teaspoons

Make a choking sound from my throat.

I am an art. An art of Death.

I do wed the weeds.

And then grow grass under my bridal feet.

I must design the fire bed.

O Daniel O Daniel.

The seaweed is hard to hide in the mouth.

Queens'Query Quitted Quill

In

Summer Sorrow.

Who is gone?

When the link between us died

I could not care less about you.

I was lets say

Cordial 

For 

Their sake.

I ate the sand over the buried and kept warm enough to sleep in the cold snap.

I woe woe woe woe woe the Blood of Bay I woe I woe.

I gave the nap of death to my 3 children. 

That does not make you a loving person.  It makes you evil. In this way that you can twist everyone.

I starved and so did my twins.

There is nothing I will not eat.

I am only this line.

But

This line through the palm of all.

Hold it up to the sun

And 

You will see me.

I am now.

Something the avant garde artists 

Own

In

Water Ovens.

O. The Japanese Bowl chipped by a sport medal he earned.

Even ghosts of love need to sip their broth.

I fold you a temple in the spells pouring from my fingers.

Wrapped in paper tree bark 

My spelling for you.

Every day

We die.

The Paragraph:

Sitting in a  Box of Numbers

He looked retarded.

A fire angel.

Brother be still.

Children if they are born are borne.

Wearing strangeness on

Their faces.

Let us pause Let us pause.

Cesium

On Bread.

One Sentence:

Please.

Let one mother be reunited  with one son. 

Satchel.

(This was a mix of works. Very difficult when you have this and some of that.)

Work it out world.

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(Brain Decay)

As Tides Rise

This earth was made by fire

Sustained by fire

And will be destroyed by fire.

They do not understand their own teachings.

Go as close to them as you can go.

Go for the legs.

Your best weapon is

Surprise.

Attack mode.

Wear them down-it will break 

Infinity.

(You want peace before you want war.)

As Tides Rise.

Raise.

Stand on something

High.

You have to be the warrior

In the face of adversaries.

(To anger is to get killed.)

(To be kind is to define what kind of enemy you have before you.)

You will pay with you life, your house, your things, or your children.

But you will hear the sound of the fishing boat bell.Coming to town.

And so will your people.

Build on bounty do not celebrate it.

As Tides Rise.

As Tides Rise.

I lied for almost everyone I know.

Because.

They wanted it all.  

The all of everything.

Nothing was left 

In spring rivers. 

But.

Water.

Very dirty water.

As Tides Rise.

O. Clemence. O.

You are not afraid of me?

You should be. Should be.

I am voodoo in your house vents.

I am voodoo in the air of your tires.

I know how.

Not to come back.

The Exodus of Clemence 

O. Clemence. O.

They threw the books the books the books the books

Past the Passage.

Past the Hope of Mutiny.

I dropped like a field in the eyes of a dying farmer.

BE.

I am the droppped heart.

I am the dropped bowels.

I am the dropped humanity of money.

I am the dropped smile on his face.

I am the dropped King in the Kings.

What are you?  What kind of question is that?

What aren't you that we need to evoke to make you a kinder God?

Say the Queen of things?

Say did Jane die for me to be in front of you 

A Slave A Jew

What did Jane die in front of me for that I am in front of you

Looking for the dog house way out.

I do not know when to use my force against her but I know I will use my force against her.

It is a way of pushing the pie of mirrors into the face.

I.

Brutalist.

O. Clemence. O.

Love the water faucet and it will run clear one day.

We are way behind.

And with memory.

Why they come to me?

I am exhausted.

My legs work

Because these are rocks in my body not blood.

These men act as if they are suffering.

They do not know suffering. Yet.

To pull from the cavities of the dying

Their  stool.

Is the lamp of suffering.

It is useless to be alive at the edge of the grave

Of

What.

You might 

Love.

These that that these phase.

From the shop fronts

To the pillars of pillar

To the posts of the Egglands.

The whites the whites.

The unspeakable whites.

O. Clemence. O.

A Chinese mustard exploded at the shoes of people.

Whether they were innocent,

I cannot say.

In the floods

I saw all men drown.

Except for the water markers of the God damned rich.

All men drown.

The truth, or the impulse

To tell the truth

Is horrendous.

I will find the time in my mind to let you know when the truth has any value.

Until then.

If you want the truth

Your guess is as good as mine.

It has been a dark world run by a Black man.

O. Clemence. O.

Syria. 

There has never been a 

Time like this time.

Fight.

God.

Fight because it just becomes alot 

Of what they have got.

Fight because if you do not you will die and they will not.

Fight because your children are not coming home.

Fight because there is no home to come back to.

Fight because never have we the we of it all

Lost so much 

In the corn fields in the highways in the cars in the streets in the maps in the technology in the sound of the human heart as

The human mind falls dead in the pools of Jane.

Amid the knowledge

We must fight.

They tried to fight against us.

Fight

The King's seamstress.

The River of Deng's Dung Footprints.

Full of the Pleading Widow

The Forgotten Daughter.

The trail of the Crucified Women.

The Blood shows up more on the sidewalks of our streets. 

My Resurrection.

Their Death.

Drums of Fat. The human body is unwashable. (But the human body is what we work with. Right?)

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