Give me a chance to reciprocate the sense of sensibiliy we can share/
There was many things in lifs course that paths less ceratin were moreso a
life to elaborate to care/
So often times hate held me back because there was nothing in common, bit
only so often/
Its said dreams can come true, there in life is nothing so strong as its
opposite a moment this softens/
Why there are so many more abstract ways to remain to the obvious, the
oblivial metaphysical...
All I want in life is a fair shot to remain, reclaim, refrain by those whose
lessons are to otherwise that an idiom/
More a symbol of what true feelings can come to mean, when there in life
there is others/
I should've never let the few for this entitlement forego the view that
others do enter from with under/
I don't know why I became so sick except the direct vectors within my mind
were as common as the weather/
[Whether or not this life was ever meant to be, or to be among others in
life to see, that as awareness there is this yet never/]
A double bind to life a role so cold as the cure could elaborate in this
instant that all else is explained second to none/
I know that if there is enough love that the ground itself cultivates in the
time that such a cure is unto this time around to accept as fun/
Rather than being made anything, making anything to being human, human
beings on to seing truer than bluer man/
I chance to visit a far of land by the words that come from my mind and
leave between fingers through my hands/
Why not could I ever express my mind to the usual suspects before it came to
us, coming back thant letting stack/
All the problems atributed to a sickness that influences the things around
me, my situation, my relation, a nation/
A national view as an international hair do, perhaps there is more to do
than explain to the few, or even upon a space station/
These things are possible as long as one's mind is put ot te test, not to
explain the obvious to an ever more comforting silence/
But living a life in order to take the violence, by then I'd expect to shake
the mile stance, and the enter this stage for the wild dance/
As a youth I was alays seen special, a person of gifted endurance perhaps
for this classification in time the meaning of placation/
To the daemon inside so many more few than there are group of one to five to
ten to then lead the way like we can follow Zen and live by what we're
facin'/
By God's grace then the confusion of this contusion for what in graces I've
been to losin like my temper to then be on [and out ther] but eschewin/
Chemical, biological, physical, molecular, cybernetic all that is in doing
right under good simply in time my mind my sould my body, the spirtuality
that is that combined dependents often anew an inn/
In the same act as the same stage, the same page as the same age, the same
leaf turning to impart this wisodm as a lesson in life that we all glisten
in nature/
The stature, the so called conspiracy turned hippocrisy turned a breath for
double time all the self-comparisons left in the dust from that which man
was created only to create as made by creation to face here/
The sick pleasure that one should get to see another suffer in sickness to
what thus is called into a divine axis for what amognst the time can and
should be found to the reaction of the lesson/
Perhaps there is never a time to learn this lesson, to see that for what
since one's birth could be only sheer ecstacy as in the love that our bodies
share to relax you see as a truly first impression/
The strictness of heaven's witness, the witness of the clouds in shapes and
forms of a nature that is so focused on a single individual to tell of its
wonderous miracles/
Events that people take in stride, rather not glide through life hearing the
story to make into another, make it true for all that it sounds, and never
feel sorry, nor fear nor fell/
So I could never apologize or expect one the same except to uprise, if it is
from the people whose affective turns through existence for what's better
the enterprise nor worse/
Is an escapism of being made so strongly to feel the pain that a brain feels
this instant before the moment of death that all knowledge enters the center
rather that feeds any one else's, why couldn't there be unto it a course/
That explains this as not so much an existence of denial but rather the
reason to share among interests abound, this chance to make among even the
unknown a friendship of a past future to last/
Last through what so much isn't so much a chance, but a time that exists
amongst people when the critical relationship that one has to information as
if to have created it to outlast/
The immediate sense of luck that goes along with such chance and can be
associated rather fast, that there is in its meaning separated from its
creator's guise, a litmus of sorts/
Sort of a litmus like a resort for the witness, to live through life in
which the positions that people are put against a will such as mine/
Can call from behind act one way that the future has learned in one way or
the other among men as brohters and women as sisters and then among all so
inclined/
To refine the mind and sign the time and find the rhyme and design the
recline and climb the pine tree wihtout scarping the knee upon the last
branch/these twigs of communication, coordination and cooperation/
The is the chance itself to surpass in the immediate course of what thoughts
have cross the life due to a profile like one's own existence is to be, a
profiling machine less the Christmas tree excepting better circumstance/ of
a passage of *this* relation/
Perhaps sooner than later is this impression I get that there is much
smaller a gap to be forgiven that to forget, what it is and what it means to
seem as much in touch within life as such to taste then/
To explain the expression as for what second guessin is none then when there
is only one, not zero, nor this chance to retort, or rather in looking twice
upon a new dialect should everyone in this future having to associate as
much that all as can be we together or apart in facin/
With the intolerance that is inherent to a stack of licenses, a number of
pine cones fallen to the ground that explode into seeds and fertilize the
earth/
An earth for what its worth is so much less valuable than so increasingly
invaluable as for those whose either wisdom or short temper might find a
person to warn before the storm of a curse/
A curse I would place to get back to my losses it seems rather than recover,
because there is no single person on this level, or this level must exist on
par with a different stage, reality/
For what its worth among friends, associates or people unknown to
international standards yet having the chance to express as a poem, or a
biodome is the chancery/
This place where work place hazard materials information system (WHMIS) is
more significant to the maximum our present can mean to a future that has
obviously been predicted amongst its worker as one among many/
Why not surpass one for another, find a man to call brother, express all
existence beyond wonder, share with each other a time to find sistren upon
bretheren and along the walking sense of wanderlust instead reading to
understand a style/
A style that crosses the Nile as the river of the dead or lake of fire in
the worship of this god of the dead to its own underwold by the helper of
the gondola on which thus immortal soul is carried/
I want a time to marry, from this time of tarry, by all the feet of the
weary as mine own, to express the continence that such times have
respectfully grown as if ferried second to none/
The opposite end of the world as if sparked by the sun; instead of one in
the night or one night for the light of all days, this comprehension as to a
meaning as has become less a fight, an awareness amazed having begun, where
stays life as the love is burried, this battle having it as if to have for
all of us and us all by the same beat of the drumb, to study that of each
other for each other that has come; for this last one among all have these
times all been won/
"Patrick Meuser-Bianca" <pmeuser...@usag-ac.info> wrote in message
news:JD6Vj.76539$612....@read1.cgocable.net...
> In life when people get me down, and others advise to leave it alone, give
> up, or let go, they often mean more to the people whom have engineered
> society to prevent me from success. It could only be because those who've
> succeeded from the time of its engineer, have left the theory to the
> expert in title, more often than the lines of communication fail so
> other's entitlement to a later success is none, because there is no other.
> When in life there it seems like there is no other, its other people's
> opinion of the person you'd most obviously think, as your significant
> other. So if someone gets you down in life and you haven't found that
> other, don't play a role when your entitled to the best expert opinion,
> that of your own, when there's everyone except one who is the exception to
> the fool. And it truly is the fool who will first think, 'if I wanted to
> prevent him from success, I would', its simply because want is inside for
> what people in life need to do when they wake up just the same as we'd
> inherit the same fear only so far until someone will do it for you with a
> pale of water that it couldn't only be me. It's only how well assumed the
> day of Judeaism Sabbath is, the day of assumptions, to one like myself,
> actually it was myself who assumed then that a lyric meant a life without
> drugs, when seven years ealier their had to be an act to turn society
> against its only listener, having made the first assumption to a second in
> time, when there is absolutely nobody in this world who cares as a
> result.[negativism...] Way to go mr patriot loyalist mama gotta walk the
> street to foil this, keep up your excellentt inspirational moves that
> prevent the world from understanding your religious separation from a
> battle you can't win. You as the judge of course of your all your
> incumbent murders too close to the monitor. Please explain why I can't
> get a lwayer and how you've been implicated through a conspiracy theory
> that is obviously that WWII bullet for every skull and bones Mr Hitler
> drew in the art of free thought, or the sword that Hussein admonished to
> the relinquish of his nerve gas. Its this conspriacy that makes me so
> nervous, and its this planet that has succumbed to their world, and its
> still pale as country eyes, that there's a cc for every Jigga Watt. Ask
> the Rockafeller family why terrorism was so impressive through all of
> this, that is if you have the sinlge seed of decency to know the dead from
> the living. I don't know who o trust and nobody trusts me with the honour
> I deserve. I'm being held hostage in my own home by these Canadian's and
> your political organizational popularity meter has gone into
> overmodulation should the same foresight to the act bless you with this
> clairvoyance [to see through an establishment before *its* time].
>
> Patrick Ashley Meuser"-Bianca"
> Cyberneticist
> http://www.usag-ac.info
>
> PS What I time to savour these words for the cyber-terrorism of biological
> warfare a simple troop rotation could suffice at the same time your
> magical illusions serve an off prime interest beyond this system anyway I
> suppose only as far as the remaining nature is as infallible as it should
> be, losing human rights in order to produce the beltway never made the
> trigger, I mean family, or surname; whatever, it must've been the hope of
> life from your predecessor himself to undergo this treatment so we could
> catch the bullet, or bullets, how still no longer describes [a will than
> as] smart
>