Void of Roses pt.2

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What Sets Us Apart





Now I’m gonna tell yurh how’s it gonna bee
Untill mynthlast dying bones to you read

The new eternal dream hath enlightened fortune seen
in heaventhly ream my Queen; to whome I bow;
To beem withem the eyes of gods & deities Rowse

And many happy ends began in the plans;
Of forward motion for this blue potion
That blows into thy palms of oldest lands

The Sands wood bleed like mynthown hands
in battle scars of time soothed with vine;
As the court we all listened together as one

The rhymes Mars Rose that sings to Venus in prose
as Holy Sister & Sun rise to Ocëåns with Nova

To beem full of good runes intune agin
to that fire ofthe foundt; { …

And in frame of fame have’th no fear
For more is melt in the ashes of spelt;

for eyes inside; myth ink ingen inhath
ofh sacred wicca; in motea cups of brew
& the livid colour of love is thicker!

And reality for fellows
follows in Paradigm spenter
as one enter the void and Jobe doth watch
like clockh spin & death knockh in noth fearm
Guiding yothrough labryrithiam crewing

And you will enter in heaven my friend
Such is the glory of vine in immortal plantations

“Hearts explosions & echos ...

...

And elephant palms reel inthe field;
As Endless missionary watch tears in deities
No fearm even in ease; of trees the green reads;

“And waves of emotion past me; bye
As I reached for my blade; & ryhtm in rhymn

...

Does mynth heart tick or does myn mind swallow
this Blakeian petal of death & life well to thy beaut & vision
already sent in ripple of season; rapple across the oceans
of love & hate to endless riffs in nature ownth rhyme
To not give a dam of any land sand or plan had uncle sam
alas, Samo wood return in echos of spirit painted walls of destiny

To seas the end
these poems withall yurh knowin;
to no judgement found but only yurhownth sound
inth vision mindtheart sown & streets of wisdom

Lonelye to findth newn dreams hinto ourwt mindustread
The rhy & hymns of scene reaper reader; who spelfth in black
Open source yawning another day & night walking on dem silk paves
of talk & hung; the ying & yang map eyes flungh; across boards in suns
of all Mother Earth & her ages plans in Moons ownth dreams & mare

...

Eve & most tiny of bone sparrow could wipe the tears aGin; of lovers art in moons to seas the eyes of June and mays own hollow; to find the lost generations of poems & scripts in scribe the once round glow of glade and fest of drum to heal the paint in Dreams to this colour rested ream fantasyntaxenochemicalchemythology

And of stars that jump into souls;
to save the Rows & Bows with prose of friends to destroy all foes shared in the ends
truth & crows wood bee so bold; to find my lost verbs; nouns & missing crowns

And I wood raise my glass of ages;
To all the mystics & sages

Who have help us to forfill the vine in destiny & rhymn of fire soul & signs

… { …


Does mynth heart tick or does myn mind swallow this blqk petal of death & life well to thy beaut
& the vision already sent in ripple of season riddle across the oceans of love & hate to endless riffsing
like natures own rhyme but once to say again; my friend in rhyt, empaths that echo as spider reels into the paradigma!

Enigma of our twine in doubble mirror glow that circles in holy bows wraping palms
To not give a dam of any land sand or plan need not in word or even in time

Rollin circles abyssah
Rhymns in Romantharisa
Hookin in locksowntockhs
Most Holy Peacefull Revenge
The ends of Corporate Enthatha
Thē beehinds of dead toxic wellsah
Thē BeeGonga of newdem gentharoma

Ellithiriamrune amarippio rhymthandananda cryptochenterizen

And the endsofthwells bee tolde
In newlines we rolled blunts like flower
casting Lotus into shadows of feather
Surfing the edge of unknown meaning
revealing feeling celebrated in souls stars
those gangs that we art; dust in hands sharede


- Beefore Death & After Life
fragments from The Void of Roses iii.iii




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Now I’m gonna tell yurh how’s it gonna bee
Untill mynthlast dying bones to you read

The new eternal dream hath enlightened fortune seen
in heaventhly ream my Queen; to whome I bow;
To beem withem the eyes of gods & deities Rose

And many happy ends began in the plans;
Of forward motion for this blue potion

The Sands wood bleed like mynthown hands
in battle scars of time soothed with vine;
As the court we all listened together as one

The rhymes Mars Rose that sings to Venus in prose
as Holy Sister & Sun rise to Ocëåns with Nova

To beem full of good runes intune agin
to that fire ofthe foundt; { …

And in frame of fame have’th no fear
For more is melt in the ashes of spelt;

for eyes inside; myth ink ingen inhath
ofh sacred wicca; in motea cups of brew
& the livid colour of love is thicker!

And reality for fellows
follows in Paradigm spenter
as one enter the void and Jobe doth watch
like clockh spin & death knockh in noth fearm
Guiding yothrough labryrithiam crewing

And you will enter in heaven my friend
Such is the glory of vine in immortal plantations

“Hearts explosions & echos ...

...

And elephant palms reel inthe field;
As Endless missionary watch tears in deities
No fearm even in ease; of trees the green reads;

“And waves of emotion past me bye
As I reached for my blade & ryhtm in rhymn

...

Does mynth heart tick or does myn mind swallow
this blqk petal of death & life well to thy beaut & vision
already sent in ripple of season rapple across the oceans
of love & hate to endless riffs in nature ownth rhyme
To not give a dam of any land sand or plan had uncle sam
alas, Samo wood return in echos of spirit painted walls of destiny

To seas the end
these poems withall yurh knowin;
to no judgement found but only yurhownth sound
inth vision mindtheart sown & streets of wisdom

Lonelye to findth newn dreams hinto ourwt mindustread
The rhy & hymns of scene reaper reader; who spelfth in black
Open source yawning another day & night walking on dem silk paves
of talk & hung; the ying & yang map eyes flungh; across boards in suns
of all Mother Earth & her ages plans in Moons ownth dreams & mare

...

Eve & most tiny of bone sparrow
could wipe the tears aGin;
of lovers art in moons to seas
the eyes of June and mays own hollow;
to find the lost generations of poems & scripts in scribe the once round glow of glade and fest of drum to heal the paint in Dreams to this colour rested ream fantasyntaxenochemicalchemythology

And of stars that jump into souls;
to save the Rows & Bows with prose of friends to destroy all foes shared in the ends
truth & crows wood bee so bold; to find my lost verbs; nouns & missing crowns

And I wood raise my glass of ages;
To all the mystics & sages

Who have help us to forfill the vine in destiny & rhymn of fire soul & signs