Simulainhereall days

silent here prayer; Praying his prayers
belaying small drops of rain. came
shame falling in layers. Rising in rivers
Laying splice, suffixed in night up into air
immersed in space within dark space there
Is placed a place interlaced with faces: facets
Set parts, apart and my heart: had not, it spoken,
But always open, accepted mind full had poked in
what else could take the place. Of taken
Little motifs suppose if’s motive is token
When a heart spoke in pieces of species broken
A peace of solitude be stellered: To a star. Opened
brightening, a scar in the firmament brokered to a part
I wished upon, as it passed by my eye.

Should have gone to spec savers

as the crow flie's, eyes
settled for a banana,
as the heat of the man yana,
left him feeling rather strange...
dripping from the plectrum,
like whipped cream from a`h-speculum
banana skin. Snot saw all yellowish
left them feeling rather strange...
as it fell almond dropped all specular
in twisted way off perpendiculinrities peculiar
left scene, feeling rather strange
hitting hard upon the, vernacular of venalities,
chastisements bent on who chose unspectacular reality,
of tests he meant, left some feeling rather strange...
Should have gone to spec savers

Come into mine, parlour, said spider to fly,
Wanting some fun, I stepped up and said I :
Why, Are you directing that strange invitation to
circumvention carrying glitter, to that convention in
suspension of intention to circa navigation imap come
one and all, come come to ugly bugs ball. Just for fun,
you can come, in for dinner you can hip-hop you can dog
watch hoping to be a swinger, you can tarry, or can linger
if you want but please do follow through to the parlour,
thinking of the gain is no better part of valour. I'll
Ask him once again. Boy was that was a leading question, asking him why. confession Do tell if you really think,
in this confusion I’ve fell, broken fusion, or is it
a contusion under this, bump of mine.

amusing thought I rate it rather haughty: Eh wewull see
well replied sortee he all sort of naughty, indeed I do
declare, he wearo`t that sort of chap, not that he'd decline
her, No squeeled the spider, this isn’t a one liner but to
RE: Paraphrase request to answer interest on a question
please do come in, and settle down, on this comfy chesterfield

Other version


Come into my parlour, said spider to fly,
Wanting some fun, I stepped up and said Hi
Are you directing that invitation to one and all
Do what was a question, but heard me asking him
why. Do you really think, I’m outa of my head.


No said the spider, this isn’t a boat or a ship,
But the dog in the corner has just done a bit,
Was it a whoopsie, or puddle or a little drip
this I had to know, before I took a step..

My darker side rides side saddle, bolero all the way
Past caring about the lighter side of life; Fearing
nothing but the defences are. Safely swept away



My darker side rides side saddle. In bolero all the way
Hides nothing, can be thicker or more sickening A rhinoceros,
snide remark about god ive binned a smaller pair than those

The size yes is triple o my bum looks big, When viewed
from either side, but is often found perched on a shire,
That might be near a trebuchet or a crane

My darker side rides side saddle bolero all the way
In a vain attempt to hide a moon some scars of
Plain and simple fact…
suppose could put up some of the also rans...
I left her at the altar then her smile had been reset in sternest tone,
as her resolve now became, a future sin to be absolved. expiated
Or the devil more ingratiate, friends in hell are one to consume mate
When she was ready, as she had not sinned it she was unprepared .

and welsh granite not hard enough, and diamonds not a stone but
Gargoyles high on the parapet, had been hewn from such an image.

Her visage to be shown, sweetness, turned all bitter more so than savage
erstwhile, in the dark of would land slugs had feasted, well on blue cabbage

She practiced the dark arts well, for hobby dragons did she tame a shrew
When full moon rose on the chosen night all hallows as is known knew

Vengeance, hers not biblical but satanic verse without the shame
For I would be sacrificed, on alter, for my sins my death begins again






Christian, religions do not understand:
That lovers can be like birds in the hand,
Fragile and tender, or rigid with fear.
Shame is the feeling, their guilt tries to attach.
Yet love one another, is what they say when attacked.

What was the catalyst the fuel of such desire,
Feelings like freedom to ignite like the fire,
Flames once lit are hard to contain,

Such as is to separate water from the sea when it rains.
Our love was like those waves rolling inshore,
Rhythmically driven, by the pulse of the wind
Hurtling forward with out care of their end.
Loving to me should be, always with friends

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