Poetry: Reasons into the Why

Side notes,
Mrs Professa states in triplicae;

Limits on display...
societal rainfall on limitae...
boundries spectation,
good woman on the classae
not perservating
easy woman,
overheld that way,
supposed says
respecta into the out,
no more over-provokae
allowed today,
gettin into the why,
why,
the choice of
weddings high.

Teargas on squares round
decherished friendship
sent into a sail away
onto safety found, 
greenaholic demilitant clown
dressin in the unnew armic gown,
profiled drastica,
dancin in on studios,
brick and tiled,
tramin in,
on the trollies side
wanted next to
a seat next to
ridiculous 'sumptions
ridiculous 'sumptions into abide.
on the all of sudden
no more decide.

Sadalia a little on the bit
love groupas living on no commit,
guess the time subsquanked.
deferring rations out
into the corporate tank.

Even then though,
I still woulda lived
in the hold out
of that time
upted into the fresh ago.

Other scaries on the
rendered into,
normals jabbin
as needles drail on
oppressionship
sighten into
a new distinctuaire,
its only loves dance there.
its only loves dance there.
write off those
other loves as a gone away,
a never remembered
a completely forgot
"This is not a happy
remembrance moment
of forget me nots."

Stated in the true
some dudes other,
we have to lose,
"let the woman
be the decider of who."

Rulian into ballet,
keep selling it,
its the only
be in love way.

Reglamenta obulatum
zuri on the zura
judicias cantonia
obulatum tutus gown,
fra sumpetueta
spent into
alreadies frown.

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**Limits-in, not the first time, feeling as a cruel combine;
routines gathered without choices, expressing as, n=o free wyill.

Poetry: Ego Reactives

~Ego

Waking to words, over-expressing their egos.
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De-expressionism even works as a stalemate self, as a have to.
rendering the ego, and its awaited response,
to any swirl of injective talk space.

Rejection cycling through,
hits and barrages and fire
that storm my person,
as the enemy only in exist.

Ego - Reactives;

Personality put outs,
overextravaganized
recalls to the self.

Regretted out almost in instant,
capture those what happened outputs
and place each one softly onto that shelf.

Saddened in their despairs,
accrue on,
as represented selfs reaction,
reacted to living in its precedent form,
that actualizes into nothing
aside from the austerities of regret.

I think i saw you,
but disappeared within,
as shy covets its endurance
upon its shelf.

Poetry: Boudourian Pits

Positioning,

Dance is lonely and isolatory
why would she take that version over you,

She has her clinches on,
without the adamations of clenchory sheets,
I did try it a few times,
in humouric form, that attraction,
the requires of
beautiful nail drops held tight,
diverting worries distortic intrude
to their possibles of disconnect.

It does enjoy,
within the emplentitudes of disreason,
gravates further into orgamsus give,
yet curses exteriorate
into a disrupt of plaguery intrusions,
aisde from disconnect,
the pose of else.
a movied introductive order.

The anarchal disenchants
of spectored enhancements,
hence into fine linery,
undulating its return out,
and into out.

Presumptively,
training videos do help women,
and omg what happened before?

Tapping into the tantalize,

In experienca,
voyeurism predominates, early on,
liquor stores unblocked magazines,
a gift to the curiousities,
non-council.

What happened before?
sparce creatas?
paintings helped.

What happened before?
the real before,
its not there on petroglyphs,
unless explained else,

Certain tribes, with tribal rituals
finessing its pleasuric deities.

An odd miss in the now,
from those resplendent introductives
of womanhood into the captivation
of disheediant temptations. 

and later, east and west,
kinda like it tastes or feels good,
so, it got painted, into advertise.

Which disengage,
as respects to female ordainment,
tend to run into a jealous keep
of tribal questioning.

Not sure iIm understood.
who is that b^*()h now?
underplates in easy.

As energy gazes upon in-retrospect,
the haunts of boudoir retaliate again.