infiniti

I am able,
What’s funny is that I don’t know what I’m able to do. Walk, talk, see with eyes, seeking site looking for truth, sick inside wanting to puck. Ill go cooking; call me a chef wiping a storm in the kitchen, in black and white like a penguin. I spit toxic, wait, is that the belt that I waist, time. With these almost sound like punch line lines, that I drop. Damn is that the new hype, you haven’t the right to print such lies. I relapse to an old state of mind, I don’t mind, cause who gives a shit, I don’t give a shit like an empty stomach. Yak; call me a dude with guts. What call me a dog I buck? Nice, playing fetch, catch me in the act, chaicing my own tail, causing mirth, it’s a fairy tail. Something like author and the rock that holds asceleba. I am an author a the words just on stand by, waiting to layer on the page in a sequence, trying to invent new phrases and reinvent old phrases, have the crowd praise me, have them all embrace me, as a equal in the round table of poets.

Live the thoughts of could if, it could have been like this.
Keep on dreaming, dreams that are dreamt by dreamers.
And end up dreaming about being dreamers.
In there own thoughts thinking they are winners.
So keep dreaming, and don’t forget to keep scamming.
Making a plot on how to capture the new begging,
The one that is forth coming.
Lights so bright through the endless darnel they seem frightening.
But keep dreaming course that’s all you have, just dreams
I wish you wake up to your dream one day.
But until than where are your actions,
Wanting to live your dream, not behind,
But not behind you, but before you.
Because dreams with out actions stay the same,
Like saying tomorrow never comes,
Because dreams are for tonight, so it what you math do tomorrow.
Like I always say if your living for today,
Tomorrow will always be the same.
Because tomorrow is every day.

Damn I wish to moult out of my own skin,
And become a new being, but wait that was the same dream yesterday,
But keep dreaming my friend, buddy, you will make it.
No really you will come it, just keep dreaming but try to find actions.
Go out and try out this thing called pert ion,
It cool, but what they don’t tell you when you try to fly,
You can crash and burn, just like a crashing air plain.
That can’t find a perfect plain,
To lend on a perfect strip.
Here is a tip just keep you wings.
Oh I forgot you’re only human,
So I should call you the one without wings.
But keep on dreaming,
Cause one day you’ll fly and stunt like a bee.
To bad that won’t be today.
Because your dreams have no actions.

It s ok to dream I think. Cause it has a change
That you might just find the need you make this day,
Your tomorrow.

Ridding on a wave, away to find ways to win the wars against the ways of the milk. Flying on a carpet of silk, sharp on both sides of my brain cause I think like a sword. Responding to two heads that made a nod saying yes, than I accelerated in space, with space cops chasing me through space vacuums, with liquid mercury as my space ship.

See I say infinity the deep doom of discovering new space, finding new gravity walking upside down on earth. Finding aliens smoking crystal meth, than try rip them of off their ideas of maths. While the host was parasite by the body of an optical obscurity. Seeing through 3rd eye site.

Digging holes in space with the latest shovel 2000, removing mountains cause I don’t want to clime them. No good no evil only par. Swimming in blood of a scar, cupping it with cosine of motion lotion dogging stones that fly like asteroids. I’m heading to the deep…

Waisting pages
Belting ma stomach
Digesting food
Eating fruit
Drinking 100%
Totaly stoned
rocking mountains
Clambing hills
Causing avaleges
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