July 15
The reign of Europe
Rides the Mediterranean
Like a dream
Asleep with a siren
As she rains
Cues the red
Grade 8 was home
economics & napping
to the scent of moist
ginger bread
now a leaven
the caster is a win
potato white crow
flying carpet tomato
getting hit on
can be taken
easy or given hard
a cat’s tale of
nine lives whips
sugar to cream
when you don’t
mind the smile
the face is out of sight
when it’s a memory
the face is forgotten
if Bombay weren’t
a state I’d less cycle
with a Sapphic
indian star
we paid
he got billed
in a case of irony
lead floats on
gold weights
resurrecting life
is like wishing
on a dead bone
a red letter edition
is a woman’s issue
the last thing
claws will
treat presence
if you bomb
the gardener
you get weeds
does a new
version authorized
old wine skins
when that whore
went down it
was like I flooded
the sea 40 feet
a warm engine
invites the purr
of a cat & ignition
asks for chevron
anglers hook
feather flies
for boatmen
the draft
rattles bones
July 14
Kill
is to be full sick
ok
you sound worthy
an empty bottle
leads to a killer wish
all of it started
with the coy
ending with
the crime
beginning eventually
applies hallowing
as white an eye
as bitten applies
as spells, as if
a good teacher
holds an apple
when a deal is too
good to give up
it’s better that
you give it up
dreams grind the reap
into dust at the fall of night
war leaves no
child behind
terrorism is superceded
by the success of continued war
drugs is all you can take
out of the war on it
flame abounds
tether when
grip tightly releases
lifting holy hands
helluva way to praise
ok who do
you think you are
ok lee
is removed
to plow ok
in case you see
the holy cow is in
better to hitch a
ride on a colt
than an ass
swine desire a bottle
of spirits as they lead
from see to sea
ink well spread
draws life
feul injection
deceptive about
mobile plowing
optimizing the yoke
while priming oil
about buttocks
being dispunctual
will have the period
of the sentence made
cool east breeze
let her know she
is a plant type
it takes a fool to
romanticize hell
in honor of birth
an urn is raised
a bottle blond will
blow you three kisses
& if you dream of
eden she’ll wish you away
a circle’s size comes
from shaving but more
a kin cuddling
if you can’t cuddle
your heart the lips
won’t do the monkey
serene beef is
a kin to the
man being god
a wet pillow
is full of years
a tear’s drop
dries up pennies
tipping the bucket
waters the field
one bucket to
go around to
make it
gold lays in ash
a heap sits a top
the tarnish on silver
spoons with litter waste
apex as the thunderous
waves of wind mount talons
July 13
A boring mourning
Eventually crossed
Morning too good
Eventually would be true
Wood that tree
Would bark would
Common cat
Tigers rare
A lone wolf
& pride is unique
The rock is a cold
Worthless thing
stones worth a carrot
end out as a bricks
to take a vacation
is to give away
a promotion
when the door is a jar
the cat is away, but
when the door is closed
she tries to get in
brazen meat is right
to be desired, while
offered is taken
easy to remind
can’t remember
losing virginity at birth
is like peeing the bed
love is a tooth
biting the glove loose
the tingling elation
of a conjugal reciprocation
foremost the foreplay
was to end as a colt’s load
ass end of a colt
requires a finger
ascender to the throne
is a shitter
acceptance of denial
is a formal affair
denial of acceptance
is a regal affair
a light wrapping
of dark seclusion
puncture the queen
has a byte for you
an all the way
star ends less
Kirk than Sargent
july 12
Radiant dungeon holds fast the furnace of ironic gold, to burn quick so fast that the gigantic swoon of the belly of the deepest pit of hatred & the crisp smooth edge of blade to draw life does emerge, does yet the children of dust clamor & fish till the name of lucidity they do resist, the trivial equates to reigning stone by shore as the waves battlement & the parapets erode evermore, the tower hits a note as the hook & worm draw him up ended upon sand & smote those who smote their breasts at the sun as the moon shakes their dawn, the castle a call to beckon an answer, yet the ring of a bell has a ruler’s wife at best, …
Truth is vulgar
Too torment
Instant in a cup
Brewing in the fall
Touching the book
It’s a genuine act
Fame & fortune
An insider’s game
A day in the sun
A light here after
A clip in season
Profits blossoms,
Apparently a petal
Incandescence & bald
Crowns claw on blanc
Cat’s eye
Creates office of destruction
Strata for pillar
Marble for beam
Willow for building
Nay, willow be switched
A child in bed
Is full of dreams
A child among men
Is scolded by mother
Drying clothes
Lines up a suitor
The dip in the hill
Is when you think you can
With no dip in the tank
Bavaria like Austria
Sucks like a vaccum
& leaves without coming back
The salesman so good
He sold his soul
July 11
Pay a dollar
To get a dime
The road to good
Is paved with bones
A room with a closet
A Wesson with a chamber
A cougar on the tent
A virgin with child
The elixir of lie
Is gland to bite
If you wish to lay
July 10
The few, the proud, the free
upon hieroglyphic fantastic
Graven who rose
July9
I’m a good actor
Come over & play me
It’s not as bad as you think
It’s worse than you can imagine
As the woman lays an egg
So the egg will refuse to rot
The will to being
Is propelled by the
Stain of iron
Upon earthen clay
The cast of salt
Is for shoulders
Weathered by the
Death of the woman
Upon blister of light
Green is denied
Upon turn of night
The loom is to hide
To have rock
Is to use wires
To have wires
Is to be stoned
I’m better than today
You’ll never see tomorrow
As sure as two pigs walk
The lead falls & the second
Falls forward, as now the
lead takes the name of the wife
the fallen
a ring is left
before the stand is past
when lasceration is
lush & preening
as cap breaks capsule
buckler sweeps shield
procreation of mortality
is the height of arrogance
as slighting due
is paid in rain
yoke of iron
pays dew in rust
the right fence
never feints at the cost
the worst depression
causes the greatest
sellout for defense
when law enforcement
is hung up on the corner
it’s dispatch is survival
when love is listed
the size of capital
reflects bailout
the price of variance
is the cost of degrees
a well done meddle
is beaten out
& a metal of cost is fired
The tears of a son
Begging for birthright
Is a mating ball
My two bit one liners
Are a dime a dozen
Availability of gold
Expresses it’s loss
The tongue is a drunken brawler
Takes the keys & gets in the car
Reality, the excrement leftover
After truth is pulled out
July 4
The man doesn’t follow the law
He is the law
July 3rd
My sins
Have out numbered me
When coffee gives you excrement
Wipe your mouth
Cuz all you are getting is dirty water
Cat force 5 crowns a king
Any less of her caning
Is not worth being
Depressed about
I have a great sense of humor
But I’m not into jokes
Xenia Onatopp
The bond woman
Meat & milk, staples like these
Add in the belly, & start knitting
A shot in the bar
Is like a case of scotch
Going a rye
Behind the red tape
Scotch makes a board room
As rear marks coral bulls
Into boys shooting whiskey
July 2nd
Damaged goods
Is like spoiled fruit
The ring & the kiss
Like oil, runs thin
If marriage were hallowed
Where is the child to ween
A scarlet escape
For the surrender
A hot iron
Scribes what’s right
Into life
When a pinion is right
The motion may be moved
The woman
Gravity point lost
Promise of life
Is descent into hell
The greatest descent of trial
A cell life, best made off
Fools collect new pennies
& the aged aren’t worth washing
As milk the price of fuel
So patience the cost of bread
The love of eternity
Is the hate of life
The career of breath
Is the glass ceiling of the dead
As a bird’s desires are haunted
The offering of life
Is lost on it
July 1
Nothing is secure
But securities end
Falling into bonds
& bonds fallout
The hip persuasion
Seduced the male
If you’re wealthy
You can afford to be honest
A spear gets to the goods
As a pot sherd roasting
The marsh & the mallow
Save a good mourning
There is nothing to save
Under duress
Is anything
Overly surpressed
A rest over sorrow
Cracks a smile
In the valley
Whence justice
It waits not
Yay follows
As burning
Relieves rest
So to a
Tickled throat
Dieing to get to the front
A freyed
20 nail 2 tongues 1 razor
Weding night a gory color white
The release of the man of sin
Is gonna make trading places look like a jet turbine
Unless one step makes eternity
There is no step to make
Little builder at the
Foot of a mountain of oaks
Death swallow me up
If this is the last drop
If you get the gin & I get the tonic
The bite may sting but the blood will flow
A sip & a belly of laughter
Has mephisto’s tongue all a twitter
Thigh claws
Window cracks
Wings flap
If the thought passes
Will the promise of life expire
When the tiger slips on oil
When do I receive metal
If the slip of your metal
Causes a q uiver in your arrow
The fountain of life dries as the blood
Of thy marrow sees not
The morrow
The Adriatic seas where
Your depths not know
Corner the blow on the 15
Take 2 for the boat to cross shore
To beg on the deal
The egg is an eel
Shift petal rubber
Get into gear
Deux you member
& when the crown of
Flame becomes fallen ash
The kiss of light eternal
Becomes a dark shadow of life
To love a pass
To drink a shot
To pass at love
Too hot not to
The choir of your words
Are the arrows of war
Light up my lips like
Spark plugs
If the clutch engages
The fifth is a beast
When licking a razor
Is the kiss of life
A stained silk & ash
Worth blood & flame
A bloody burner
Forges the fountain
Five sets the way to geddon
A pair sets giddy up
A wound peppered with salt
Is a son’s loss of face
The fire of a hearth
Opens talk from the heart
As a whistle & a quiver
So drums & a banner
As a woman lances her roast
So to the ribs smoke it up
The candle in an eye
Is full of light
When up on a stick
& it saves lives
At loss is wound
At gain is wind
Write me you number
& I will call it
A full bite looms the moon
To blood howling biting nights
At eventide
There is a grind
On a filthy path
Dirt clings to the feet
Under clutch
is carcas
talons wonder why
the peace of time
in salvation the meaning is suffocated
so to damnation is a loss of it’s word
your ring
is my demand
June30
The cost of grace
Is the price
We can’t afford
To waste
The morning sweet
Broke into sweat
Borne to be bound
Wound to sound
At first glance
It’s a rush
Rear up to brandish
Trench in whore-fare
June 29
The cheque for the way it will be wound up & wounded down, the trip to the other side & the travel to rome or the drift on the streets of venice, there is a ruin for the
Vert I call
Horus one
A crowd pushes forward
As one pulls back
Bear tiger paws &
Winter shrimps the jungle
Lie on me
Tie, her up
Fascinated with death
Fascia natal meth
Oil, wine & wound
Bind, pour & ease
Spill the wine, avert the bearing
Kiss of passion, morning of abandon
When wolfing, comes close by moon
The day afore, bright by room
To be found in the inn
Is to be lost in the cold
A rat fronts a tale
A mouse follows one
Spearing for a penalty
Break away for a goal
Green, go
Gold, bold
Green, leaf
Brown, stay’in
If you give a green light
To the woman in red
You’ll end up in a crash
Justice is a pot of meat
Well born eat the good
The fowl is borne on dead
June 28 2011
Belly woman, you’re the hallow is the swish of a thousand wet & wild swimming canned wishes the size of whale & fierce as serpents who dive to the fiery shelter of hot sweaty metal, if a coral could be the risk at taming thou brisk & thy flirt for to push is a hurt & a thrust is unbidden, for the way to a day beyond the green grass is a path of destruction much to the shegrin of the chosen, did’t you come my way, day to day ain’t been the same, the pouch & coins to pack with a staff, & two swords aren’t enough for the wrath,
Come fire up your heart
Go wash it down with dreams
Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:33 am
there is no promise of life
but a fix for the miss is
a link of chain & a wrap
shall raise power to it's knees
Re: my blog
sun Jun 26, 2011 7:47 pm
cheif justice renegade
white collar outlaw
June 26
I hate suffering
but I love Missouri
» Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:14 pm
I hate suffering
but I love misery
if life came by whiskers the heaven of night
I'd have borne the burden of a dove so white
the last sip, a dance & a drink
uncorked, & she flows, the ring
a stick in the mud
dirties the pudding
upon seeing red the sky over
seas poured from high & drown all life
from the loss of sight into night
waiting to power out after light
the drug of choice is the rage to means
that all & all the be to need is the end
if the regular life were cut & dry
I'll be a yiddish spiced salami
June25
Viruses
They either hit you in the pants
Or the intellect
June 23
a couple years ago I was getting into bed with this chick & we were just about to get thick & she asked if I ever had anal sex so I said no
& to my surprise she say do you want to & I'm like sure
so she says ok turn around & bend over
compilation
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Thursday, June 23, 2011 at 12:47pm.
1 numbers don't lie,
but kisses do
2 under the back & behind
the head is a cradle,
it's true love, whether
honeymoon or deathbed
3 there is a love as lightly
as a dove, & harsh as stripes.
4 as sure as an entertainer is
surrounded by lights, the
stage sets her off her stroke
5 when season of bloom algae
is yet humble but the east wind
& a meals give a rupturing speed
to a blossom
6 the heart of a woman speaks
delicate by night, but come dawn
she leaves her place to find another
7 a sensitive smile & words
genuine, drown out tears
8 a tongue full of agenda &
grinding leave abrasions & offense
the likes the king will not dismess
9 as oxen eat hopps
so the dragon drinks scotch
10 barley is a full stew, if
a dressed in a penny, & a
preyer is full if you dine a
rye from a proper leavening
11 as a glade is ever full of smiles
So to a smile can be full of blades
12 as stirring a beast is the stance
of preyer, so to a quiver of arrows
binds it’s strength
13 if an owl may find roost &
home, solice at the grave, then the
venom of asps will be the blood
that saves
.
June 22
roar babe, it's always been easy to say no to the woman in red, but the shade of your tan has the the sun in heat & a foreboding radiance that the stars have kissed,
June 21st
it has a hold
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Tuesday, June 21, 2011 at 3:25pm.Your note has been created.
then the wacking of a hand as the rifle fire shattered the peace of air to powder the plaster casts of faces loved lost & believe broken to heaps of rubble on the street as I dodge for shelter, trying to yell to those falling behind the way is here & now this is where we must go, but every grunt held down in the hudle of a turtle from the pin of the snipers, bombs over the head & the dragging into sidestreets of the dead, faces I've cradled & kissed & I'll never see again & forever miss, the scourge of the battle, from time & the great memorial that makes it more real every wage after tide of the mortars & prayers every night, the well drawn & wept sleepless writing the rythm of our lives in diariues to loved ones that will only meet us in a casket as we are loaded like freight & flown home, but another brisk morning as the sun rises & the air strikes are called in from beyond the river & the horizon, packing our tents on our backs from house to house, in a race to finish off our time or for our time to plaine run out like corner we turn & are entered as if by a baptism of why am I here to see my boys cast on the sand of a land far & away shot through heart, & popped without a thought as a child at the park fizziiez a coke the blood spits & bubles as he squirms & he gurggles, clutching & grabbing my jacket & whispers he needs me, but the words are lost in the pass of his breath & a strangling glare that he hooks his eyes into my soul & the tears break, but I have to say now, a look of forgotten love that has is no les requited than then man in an alley who was murdered before he was wished upon by the queen, trying to grab your man & throw your wounded over a wall, but the sisxth sense is surrounding my turret, trying fend off the enemy & hold up the front, buddies trapped in theier seats, behind the wheel with a flash of light & flying nails & fragments of a plumber's wet dream raining the harpeys of hades & the heat of apollo's chariots through the windsheilds & eviscerating the excuse for heavy armor, limbs going limp as conective tissue of men meant for medicine experience first hand in combat the shredder & the blender & the mind as it breaks like the surface of skin being ruptured & men going down in a hail of hallers & scream, men going down to the age of children in the smite of shrapnel mortifying kids who should be picking up chicks, leaning over to push one out but a buckle & more in the way as the flailing of arms & screams & begging for mercy & the one side of his complexion not made to flame that he makes me promise I'll meet & talk to his wife, the residence of our neighborhood, the block, the news they need to here back where I'm from, where it all started
.
the true levelor
a gun is
so to hail & lightning
as the isles cascaded with queen
feathered with lives
the nest of isles
the fact I love blood red flesh
black of white it don't change
the fires of the four winds will breath you into the woman
if the drinks are chilled & your tongue is of ash
of the warm comfort of the tide
a slit throat reminds me
the coming
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, June 20, 2011 at 10:26pm.Your note has been created.
them full on thunder pounding bluesky rending lightning thigh are breaking hearts & making dreams as women are left frustrated & men lay seized with convulsions in the streets, she's slow & so sure & you know that she's skilled that her well endowment of scholared physical stature will if she declines leave you in tears, she's howling mad feirce competition editor who will seperate the men from the boys with a kisss & a stroke that will make you or break or give up your ghost in heartache, so don't close your eyes as she shows her fashion of cheek to cheek & a slip of her finger to release the tempo of what's wrongwith the situation in your mind, but the bender is what flows the way itgoes as she winks without a face, she's torns to bits & you'll beg for a piece as the thread in the rift of the stones round out & deep to the rippling of the tide of the in & out of the ebb of your sea, up high has the pass of the laststep to the spill of the heavens as the trimmed tree hedges the wasteland & the flare of the wings of the phoenix fires past the maching of the sound barrier, so please refrain from your crying for you have well now into the night spent your bones like your soul, & she eats them like a furnace tinker toys, the rare occasion of the spread of the feathers for radiating her halos & orbiting the moon her lats imaging your hit or misses & those who try, & less he who picks, as she rotates her hips of lush intense ranevous swoon they who come close are devoured by the heat as the razor burns are the point combustion begins to end lives, save for he who has the tongue of flame to caress gentil the monarch butterfly tail of a fish, come gimme a wish, only to rise to the obsession of the fleshy round deliscious stars of orion to drown the sorrow of death in the ressurection of a desire to be presented before the gracious blooms of spring & the dual suns of summer & enjoying the wine of the skins of an autumnal harvest, better to flexx to beat up a batter by punchers that spin & drill to bits the collision of earth, air & wind, fury is an accustomed gratuity, even more so than the tornados of texas & the whole of the entirety of the funnel of the mid-west, but nay for she is a hurricane, approaching the beaches of miami to sting the rays & smoke the surf, sand & glades like a Cuban of castro's ornate private closed door collection, coming off the coast of the carribean is the noise of war, the jets of water kicking up roar, the broad horizon of destruction attuned to the fears of orson & the spiritual frailty of hemmingway, storm clouds are rolling in, here is the front of this excercise
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visions
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, June 20, 2011 at 12:31pm. & I saw as I stood on the sands of a beach, a beast rise from the earth, at first it crawled as if lame, it suffered the botch & leporsy, then a great wind caught it & lifted it up on two feet, it suffered severe mangie & deformity, then a fierce fire from the sky fell upon it & devoured the infirmity & it stood as a grey haired wolf with five eyes giving birth, & howling for torment of the insicion of twelve shimmering diamonds piercing it's skull, then from the west flew a bird of notable incandescience which landed upon the wolf & gored out it's eyes & left the wolf lifeless as meesengers took the wolf child, &I saw another beast that rose out of the carcas of the wolf, this was of four legs & yellow as gold, it jilted the air as it moved as water of life & sobriety is jealous of the libation & libonous sensual satisfactions of fine wine conversations & the mood for diving deeper into the interacasies of bonding over diner & acheiving climax & dramatic effects through motion & smooth oration & cunning dialects in the small hours of life of the system of the walk of the shine of the moon, this beast was well washed & the prize of the east, it's hooves trimmed & softened that it caused no damage for it's countenance was well domenering & powerful to look upon, it could not yeild, any who saw the gold of it's complexion fell before it & it's prescence became wide spread to the thunderous eyes of the notable bird,
.December 26
Bad girls finish
what they start
when the story changes,
the woman gets a new bag
a woman goes through men
like water, then it’s grylls time
a tattletale tells
till the end
“did you hear what
he said”, “no, tell me”
word spreads
like wildfire
first fire cleans brush,
without a first fire
there’s damage
teaching an old dog ain’ t
the same as raising a child
admitting ignorance
on a trial is so Pauline
for every saul
there can be a paul
December 19
3 too many for one
Age is not grey, but
blood dried in battle
relief before
the grassy knoll
a Friday sigh
makes a coyote ugly
too enjoy the
night to remember
a list banks a roll
to sip at a tumbler
when face & attitude
race to find the
end of a bottomless pit
December 17
Tear of wait
Scorpionfish
‘r men
Honor is fool’s gold
when your blood is spilled
December 15
The bread that
eats like a scorpion
the lion with a tail
as thick as a waist
the oceans in
the belly of a fish
the fish so fearsome
it breaths water
december 1
walking, the cat gave
counsel on hot & cool
November 28
Some read & judge,
others eat & are fed
affliction is the
promise of life
November 27
Hand like hand is
the lamb to sheep
hand for arms is
blood to vessel
the son burns a little
bit more everyday
flowers cede as
waters draw from rock
November 26
A courtesan has lovers &
can’t help but produce children
children who play in dirt
are immune to infection
ill will creates
rebellious children
an open stampede is
made when a bullocks
whimper rubs shoulders
crumbling into ash rises
as a national emblem
the last lone
lover is given a pack
confusion is
aversion to waken to
effort for peace is putting
the finger in the corona
some believe what
they say, others not
November 24
Making gold is layers
of tan on horseback
at loss of peace
is war you are at
at loss of peace
is battle meant
gain at war will
see peaceful gain
at purity of
battle is absolution
a smoke by
night garners fire
fire on the field
draws the eagles
love takes blood
November 21
Reality absolves joy
Reality is a
tear in reality
suffering is a
return on investment
eye take notice
of every tear of hair
marriage fails like
a car leaving the lot
justice is unfound by
indiscriminate gunfire
two babes vs ewe
November 20
The man doesn’t grow up,
the spirit grows into the man
the point of
living is to die
sin is the daughter
given, only to be received
drumming up fire is a
wake to a crown of ash
mares follow a
child about war
a good brush
leaves a child
when you hear the siren,
jump out the window
dirty nails
stay buried
the battlefield sees
sparks over Jordan
this side Jordan Gihon,
that side sparks
November 19
Alcoholism is a
fissure of heart
November 15
Living is subsequently
passed by perversion
November 14
A world without
children changes nothing
the poor die
without a care
mom stuck at work,
can’t raise her child
November 12
A belly full of eternity,
hips giving infinite life
November 8
An eclipse sees blindness,
should not a nice day a burn
a good day is full of pollution,
a bad day unemployment
if diplomacy doesn’t
work, yelling &
screaming will have to do
November 7
women stand
in the & call
open sky heralds
incense & ash
November 6
Three’s a crowd
but four’s allowed
two piglets followed
by a shepardess
topping lasts longer in
four walls than a prism
looking at 6 feet, the
bottom’s, got plenty
two clappers, the
ivories & a sheet
for well a noted key
flesh is a moment at
the tongue of a dagger
the streets are a
gallery of madness
prophecy to
thrust & swing a
two edged sword
cattle lose heart
thinking of the brand
November 5
Hope is a woman
to wear your suit
a dark countenance
is worn afore clarity
upon a crown of
mourning petals fall
sorrow bye day,
exposure by night
pretty, not sure, but
the weight is like gold
November 4
Romance is come
by mourning
trappings for a cougar
are spent as time
before a refection
November 3
A bloody feat is crossed by an
arch christened by running water
November 2
Women are not
with a single team
November 1
Meat & wine,
one way of sorrow
prints left
in discretion
week women wine
about splatter
October 31
A king with unusual
victory still spends time alone
a healthy diet
still leaves a mess
struggles follow
even when well laced
a lover offers
ash for bread flour
October 30
She wears the sun out,
walks on the moon &
has the zodiac on her mind
October 29
Service comes
with milk or gin
well has conception
for those who turn
back at little
give in & she takes
your sole a way
sex without a wife is
life jumping off a cliff
& hoping to land in water
Kissing a woman who’s
not your wife takes
you to the next life
holding out for a good
wife will cost you your health,
but you get money instead
a woman dealer will
have one stripped
with a black eye
life in the
style of a penny
if life were a
tune, I’m a singer
I’ve partied like a rockstar,
but I’m still a singer
the hood used meat
all lure to moon
best to be aware
of fair game
nothing is like a
woman built for war
nothing like being on
enough anti-depressants
to crush a porn god’s diamond
you can either date a chick
who can take care of herself
or one who can’t take a hip check
it’s nice to be known for
having more scar tissue
than a porn star’s leading edge
October 28
A right light
casts a glare
the fondness of a woman’s
companion, if not feather, talon
a wife’s children
bring day or leave night
work made the day last,
but we never made the night
weather, ill or favored
she tends under her breast
language, a
construction for abuse
the last to stand
wears a sheep you see
trust not your
damn sheep
baby’s back when I
turn around & see it
years of labor &
a screaming thrust
one writhing woman,
& a fair payment
Dignity lost on receipt of
a penny from a squatter
on the old man’s farm
there are a lot of
steers but only one bull
virgin, rare as the sun & moon,
others, as common as stars
October 25
The spectrum on the
surface fades the details
depression is
past today
to smile upon mourning is to
take food where it’s needed
a tear regrets
the separating
blood rare, not
a lick of flame
a sigh is the
coming of
the morrow
October 24
Light is in the
opening of the eye
If a woman wanted to date me,
she’d have to wanna be a mother
a pet food
feeds the soul
a thousand hands stroke a
beat, intent to yoke with a ring
a break in
light is madness
fore shadowing, the
light blots cover the act
October 23
Kindness questions,
is the future riddled
a comfortable match
is lit without cares
a meal of regret
can’t be swallowed
a world spins, a wise
buy out averts the bare
a line quickly
added makes the end
the bottom end is
far from the top
a forward step is a
side for nearing horses
a good case of the
nerves is a pick-up
crying isn’t a state of mind,
but a mourning wake
the benefits there,
the signature too much
October 22
A defined number that happens in order, picking through the ground gathering stones for a monument, the architect measures & marks, wine & oil for the labor, awning in the days & shelter from the cold at night, the fires burn to refine the visibility, a couple of words & people jump here & there, a few more words & the job is done, a few more moves up & down & each stone is moving as a great work to a splendid sight, a red train visible as the rising sun, a couple of party poopers arrive to a laugh, shuttled to the corner, well wound & weaving entangles nations, too much, too many to deny, it’s an eclipse of daily notions, over fed to over bearing,.
October 21
She tried to make
the wedding look
like the red light district
October 20
Caring can
stir concern
looking at reflections
breaks concentration
the pond is inviting
but don’t listen
the mirror is adorable &
subtle as another drink
submission for denial
is sand for salt
one who puts the battle
in array before offering
peace will have none
a return to innocence is
digging in the garbage
October 19
Chased & virtue
Bring a ring of
life & death
legacy lived
for the next
a woman in
desire is so pure
suits for men, suits for women,
who knows their brief cases
wedding is by intent
rather than choice
settling with a woman is by
submission to little importance
a woman’s state of mind is
in the eye of the storm
passing through rains
is a letter from home
relations based on the physical,
if solid are a drunk’s paradise
when one is attracted,
the single life is unavailable
intent on dinner can be coffee
followed by years of persuasion
an unhappy woman will smear a
man’s image faster than positivity
the good wife cleans the house
expectant of her husband’s arrival
searching for the
good wife is a budget
among a band of thieves,
some on horse, some on
foot, others climb the
parapet others try the door
some born French,
others English
a man who walks says riding
horse curies impatience
good women leave men
in the dirt when unsettled
bad girls love to
have & men give
dignity is
less appealing
making more out of nothing is like
using a match to light a mountain
the only thing I can promise
is that it’s not what you think
without a commitment at first
word, she is a hound at the fox
yesterday’still birth is todays
abortion, both see a bud pruned
a lack of love is the
driving force to survive
October 18
The term "living" is as equitable to
it's meaning as justice is for the poor.
October17
The crown of judges,
a light sheet rising
beholden not beauty,
push over the bounty
building on ruins
is a stable of horse
October 13
2 make a
shakey deal
even the
good left
October 12
Line changes
come at offense
jealousy, the
fire that ends
a big star is too
heavy to get around
October 11
A bad day is sensational,
feeling in a remedy
sun & rain,
like a left & right
crossed legs
spoils a leak
women got a
tongue of silver
bested by a fragrance,
grinding in oils
burning or drizzle, it’s right
over left hauling the catch
October 10
At peace, war
is discrete
not actively given,
actively received
flickering by
the star
verbal profusion,
obvious as red & blue
tiny holds
the belt
the little one
gets the job done
a crowner closes
the dive down
pin with a nail,
hanging in sorrow
save it for the morrow,
a grin eludes meeting
foundation is like
rocks on a rash
heroine
beats a smile
telling isn’t
as obvious
unforgiveness is like
wearing smelly clothes
October 9
The sea-bearing
one had the best feet
ill favored,
yet becoming
a gentleman
sharing created
a woman
October 7
If a question ain’t in
your head what is
& a cool whisper was caught in the breeze, she was well favored & well spoken, her lips were like the seas to a mariner longing for the days ago of casting a net, of looking to the dial & the magneto, her leviathans frolicking like dragons on the crest of the horizon, if you could bottle her she would be a sacred text, far away is the day when she leave, she’s a lover but she’ll spend your money if the slight hits your heart, keep pace, watch the steps, swallow your pride, eat crow, let her talk & don’t interrupt, she’s a light mist coming in to harbor so don’t set your mast, let it take the sail but hold fast the oars, & coast against the wind, she’s a bucker & she’ll teach you to wait if you let her tell her story, she’ll throw you down if you disrespect her fortress, she’ll take you up to the castle to the spire through the door if you whistle her tune, She is the water who waves & calls the heat of battle when the breath is not caught & when the rocks are rewarded for her disapproval, she’s the beach waiting for the sand to accept her break.
Breaking the first rule
of combat, saying “yes”
October 1
The edge of beyond,
A tear of the heart
September 30
We all,
Better off dead
Taking the dead,
Giving them perfume
Rubber eraser,
Tombstones
First God killed em
Then He healed em
September 28
The courtship, the graces, the shuffle, the paces, woman thou art too divine & lovely if you didn’t waste the way, there is a building, there is a race, among men the slime & brick don’t rhyme with stone, for if you could meet fair the daughter she’d be where, the heavenly step to arrive en cue is like unto
September 27
Change when all
Form of rule is
Reigned upon
The smell of my blood,
Obvious like a hood
Controllers
are hangers
women’s, a
wasted voice
union of deceit
a ring around
the neck
September 22
Bear the cross,
Preach the word
Mention a jot or note,
Yooz a preacher dude
The thing we most hate,
We become to adore
When hate’s left,
Right turns to forgive
What was dead,
Springs into youth
The mark lets guy know,
A simple stroke gets out
Waiting on a woman,
like waiting for dinner
from out of town
the twin lakes the three studs,
the belt of orion, the little one
the large star is weak,
the middle is more,
the tiny is great
order of ascension,
teenie is sweetest toes
great ideas,
come from the face
a good heart,
mid-grade
the helios of the skull,
the place we proudly
recall the death of
our master
spiders remember that,
giving two pennies is
all they have to return home
two pennies as all one has,
when a rich woman loses her 9,
is left with one, as well, her
significant other is lost & left
with one aswell
the widow spent her time,
looking for the city & never
knew it was more to be found,
time has been spent looking
for the city, when the city
has been won, the city is the spirit
the 9 searches of a widow yields a coin,
yet, greater worth is found in the found,
than those getting rusty, the bigger the
hoopla when New Years is made than 364
other days, bigger noise is made on
superbowl Sunday than 6 other days of the week,
greater smokes are lighted up when a baby
is born than 9 months of term
the difference tween 99 & 9,
just one simple 0
we all love, we just
don’t know it yet
the wind is good,
for freshening up the area
a light breeze
is like a kiss
the promises of God,
they move stone
& heaven & earth
The power of God,
It upholds the armies,
It upholds the weak
God has the
final word
The words of God are unbridled,
As wind, as water, as fire, as earth,
As distant to capture and clutching
the inside of what was spoken,
as if things take his bit
a fitting & firm & well to do,
she’s near not far close,
a female & someone well
spoken for Tundra Heed,
I’m sitting & waiting morphing,
& she’s on her way, a help,
& a blessing, full of faith &
the spirit of God, One who can
be a good mate or whatever
it is that’s needed, since
everyone needs a hand,
& she’ll be faithful & not crushing
Nor controlling, she’ll be
nothing but blessing, & here
she comes, She’ll be my hearts
desire, & we’ll do good to
each other, We’ll bless each
other, here she comes,
she’ll encourage, & be encouraged,
& here she comes, She’ll have a
look I can be attracted to, & we’ll
both encourage each other to
exercise if this is our wish
She’ll be perfect to kick off my career
Cuz she’ll soften my image, & she’ll
Make up for what I would
like help with, she will help find
Quinn somehow, she will be
between 30 & 35, God will
use her to bring me up again,
& I will never be brought low again,
Here she comes, since my wife left me
September 21
Dry heaving Europa
Pain as a birth awaits to be seen but not heard, yet to be is the wait, it’ll have been but a dream, the yield is who’s heard yet who’s seen but all the earth, the travail it seems goes on into the night, goes on into day, & again there is wait, the expectant to see, but the heaving is dry, for the father was barren, & the daughter was sky, after many years it shows, the creation raped by it’s creator, shooting blood & spitting wine, the gall to have horned the babe & left it in the street to perish, still the grand total of years perplexes the mighty, the bull throws down his lamb & up bye, the flight of the dove to land when it does, still the pain, still the wait, the creation, expectant, crowning achievement & starred as a virgin under sun at moon
Feeding the birds
Dogs must needs howl, for they need to ask, the owner comes calling & yields the request, to say this & mean the other, I myself have no idea, but the guess is to do something, a dog is not worthy or holy things, but the cross was made for something, a crown two hands as well as feet, the queen was the first & then it was his, either whether the dogs & the birds were feed, the birds will be found around the carcass, & the dogs will kill the holy.
Finding us
It’s good that a man have a wife, what is a wife though, a companion of favor to lean on & enjoy, the company of love & faith & bounteous fun, a match that the Lord would well be pleased, that could give aid when things are in need, is a wife a feeling & a joy & a guidance or a spoil, a wife will be studious & dutiful & she would take care of the house, a wife will not let the lights turn dim without the work have been done, & she would ner let her hands grow idol but work & make sure the needs are complete & that the house is clean & that she is made to be loved & that in all that she does that she will help her husband & obey his needs.
Spouse
A man will never take up his father’s wife, it’s not to happen so neither will it, a man will take up his own wife & she will be his, neither will she be anyone’s but his, A man will find his wife in his life & she will find him, they will love each other & there will be no sepration, for the correct wife will come unto him & she will adore him & yield to his needs, that she will give him the best of her love & not turn him away, only the proper woman shall come to a man, a man shal take a wife who is right & fitting, & she will be good & do only good to him all of his days, a man shall have the wife he needs & is appropriate & suitable for him & no other woman will be there.
Sept 14
The rate equals
The weight
When speed is the vicious,
the turn is the palm
if green is weild,
hope is gone
to be well,
we’d know too
who is this,
penance
the pavement walks,
cold steps home
a day to,
we are going
getting there is like,
when going out
the sweetest melody,
stirs a bitter tear
a good thought calls home,
the hurt we bore
the fun in the night,
burns up our loneliness
the day we smiled,
was when our heart felt
if I saw a flower,
I smelled the nurses
When the sun rises,
I see my labor start
The joy is right,
For picking
When it’s well worth,
The glimmer is the sweet
There is a whisper,
& they come calling
The cat knows home,
She’s loved in return
The licking of lips,
Has them following
A look is the,
Hook
A smile is the,
Rubber stamp
A simple thought,
Has them looking for one
The promise to be,
Is a good one
It’s the one who gotta,
Be the crow
Being clear is for
the ocean mist
it’s generally super to
have a sunny eye
who can wonder,
the tale
there are those,
who get more
less is for
the getting
the way traveled, the day had, the promises promises, the cat came back, whether by ambulance or casket or in a limo to give the one the embrace, the day well spoke of the one to wait upon, the breath & inhale to make the completion, if one could be yield to the way then the way be the yield to the sun of whom one be waiting in the wings for, for if waiting be soon then soon be the day to be well kept & made bread & kept in thought that one be made good, for if the field can’t be seed & the seed can not hit, the seed need not nor ever was, but that it be the thought that counts, for we’d all be one on one world & who can escape if but to be cliffed, for who dare jump but rather to stay for life is too good, & to know we sit on the ball & nere escape one another for the breath of our fathers polluted our air, & if it no matter who be here or there for we look to the mirror to shave & to pluck we know that we are all on the way for how the furthest generations have influences these days, so to know this that yesterday fortold today, that a thousand days ago foretold today, that 400 years ago foretold tomorrow, that the day a piece of spinach was eaten by a goat was the day that the story began to unfold.
he who dies never was, he who was is, he who is never has been, there is a way to get there but it’s hallowed & thundered & by the rustle of leaves has begun, there once was a green & it was even the way to get er done, to be the stealth in the briscket & the man that she be the one with a room to shoot out the broom & form the sun, for the good to the getting & the first to the one got the way well one, for she’d be the one & she’d be good for the suitor had well picked her to be the father of a living generation, cuz if two peas made one, then this was good indeed, for one needs another & the one is good & well for ruling for in this, one begs to differ for one needs an opposite, & one be top for who could have guessed that the one evening that could have made a good day would wind up, to be one day arriving, if a good day & the sun be at the back along the generally left up to being a super cut pecker, then maybe the loss of a right eye & the emergence of an extra left will be the sign that babes be calling, the line well worn, but if getting under the mercy seat is the sweet, then the fire of God brushes at ash
so how many women, let me count the ways, how many one let me count on it, the one eve that kick boomed the whole affair ends with one needing to what ever, all one know is that being infertile isn’t the problem, cuz in animal the species know the infertile & the lame. It’s a match with a lone apperent reason to meet a certain reasoning, not being able to have children is gotta be good enough for some one, but the fact that being with one woman is pretty much done when one woman won’t come, when one woman won’t do, only many will suffice & satiate when, yet whenever could that be enough, for the eyes see & are never satisfied, the sun glare & never burns enough, superman can never save enough cats from trees, & the generals never get enough scotch brandy & Cubans, it’s a good world to be in.
a woman in red, unknowingly
fell into being cleansed
we don’t do bad to make good,
we’are just mistaken, & the sun & rain
& seasons of the earth, & our lives
Clean us
When we do bad, essentially
we think we are doing good
but in time we grow up, in days,
hours, years, hundreds of years,
or thousands of years
flies learn as soon as they are born,
the differential to expectancy to
learn speed ratio depends on life
expectancy, & progress to travel
the more influences a creature has
the more it will learn, the more mistakes, the purer
the learning, the hotter the battle the greater the vicory
things been seen will become real, & things wished for will happen
things thought highly of will become the adored victory
when hope has been great then
the things thought upon will
gestate, things come together,
& the wishes will come calling,
The union one wished for will happen, with
Great call come the power to save,
the power we wanted, the power asked, & given,
the body of affairs coming due to the, day to day
all can get there, & it’s good, this has been
the promise, there could come, & it’s good,
one needs to mate, & another can come play,
play has been established, for now bounderies are at bay
yet time do tell & will yet come, the day will give in to the dark,
dark into light, be fragrant dear friend, the day approach
younder sooner than to know, freedom, soon a walk in the day
no more flood, for if a flood of water being drained from the clouds,
how can the flood of the earth not dry up the wet,
sporting a fight is like,
saying hey waddup
running into the closet,
is like hiding from the dark
hating the police is like,
trying to run from the sun
getting away from government,
is like weeding the grass out of the lawn
breaking the
law, illusory
police
peace keepers
food
tastey
July 15
The reign of Europe
Rides the Mediterranean
Like a dream
Asleep with a siren
As she rains
Cues the red
Grade 8 was home
economics & napping
to the scent of moist
ginger bread
now a leaven
the caster is a win
potato white crow
flying carpet tomato
getting hit on
can be taken
easy or given hard
a cat’s tale of
nine lives whips
sugar to cream
when you don’t
mind the smile
the face is out of sight
when it’s a memory
the face is forgotten
if Bombay weren’t
a state I’d less cycle
with a Sapphic
indian star
we paid
he got billed
in a case of irony
lead floats on
gold weights
resurrecting life
is like wishing
on a dead bone
a red letter edition
is a woman’s issue
the last thing
claws will
treat presence
if you bomb
the gardener
you get weeds
does a new
version authorized
old wine skins
when that whore
went down it
was like I flooded
the sea 40 feet
a warm engine
invites the purr
of a cat & ignition
asks for chevron
anglers hook
feather flies
for boatmen
the draft
rattles bones
July 14
Kill
is to be full sick
ok
you sound worthy
an empty bottle
leads to a killer wish
all of it started
with the coy
ending with
the crime
beginning eventually
applies hallowing
as white an eye
as bitten applies
as spells, as if
a good teacher
holds an apple
when a deal is too
good to give up
it’s better that
you give it up
dreams grind the reap
into dust at the fall of night
war leaves no
child behind
terrorism is superceded
by the success of continued war
drugs is all you can take
out of the war on it
flame abounds
tether when
grip tightly releases
lifting holy hands
helluva way to praise
ok who do
you think you are
ok lee
is removed
to plow ok
in case you see
the holy cow is in
better to hitch a
ride on a colt
than an ass
swine desire a bottle
of spirits as they lead
from see to sea
ink well spread
draws life
feul injection
deceptive about
mobile plowing
optimizing the yoke
while priming oil
about buttocks
being dispunctual
will have the period
of the sentence made
cool east breeze
let her know she
is a plant type
it takes a fool to
romanticize hell
in honor of birth
an urn is raised
a bottle blond will
blow you three kisses
& if you dream of
eden she’ll wish you away
a circle’s size comes
from shaving but more
a kin cuddling
if you can’t cuddle
your heart the lips
won’t do the monkey
serene beef is
a kin to the
man being god
a wet pillow
is full of years
a tear’s drop
dries up pennies
tipping the bucket
waters the field
one bucket to
go around to
make it
gold lays in ash
a heap sits a top
the tarnish on silver
spoons with litter waste
apex as the thunderous
waves of wind mount talons
July 13
A boring mourning
Eventually crossed
Morning too good
Eventually would be true
Wood that tree
Would bark would
Common cat
Tigers rare
A lone wolf
& pride is unique
The rock is a cold
Worthless thing
stones worth a carrot
end out as a bricks
to take a vacation
is to give away
a promotion
when the door is a jar
the cat is away, but
when the door is closed
she tries to get in
brazen meat is right
to be desired, while
offered is taken
easy to remind
can’t remember
losing virginity at birth
is like peeing the bed
love is a tooth
biting the glove loose
the tingling elation
of a conjugal reciprocation
foremost the foreplay
was to end as a colt’s load
ass end of a colt
requires a finger
ascender to the throne
is a shitter
acceptance of denial
is a formal affair
denial of acceptance
is a regal affair
a light wrapping
of dark seclusion
puncture the queen
has a byte for you
an all the way
star ends less
Kirk than Sargent
july 12
Radiant dungeon holds fast the furnace of ironic gold, to burn quick so fast that the gigantic swoon of the belly of the deepest pit of hatred & the crisp smooth edge of blade to draw life does emerge, does yet the children of dust clamor & fish till the name of lucidity they do resist, the trivial equates to reigning stone by shore as the waves battlement & the parapets erode evermore, the tower hits a note as the hook & worm draw him up ended upon sand & smote those who smote their breasts at the sun as the moon shakes their dawn, the castle a call to beckon an answer, yet the ring of a bell has a ruler’s wife at best, …
Truth is vulgar
Too torment
Instant in a cup
Brewing in the fall
Touching the book
It’s a genuine act
Fame & fortune
An insider’s game
A day in the sun
A light here after
A clip in season
Profits blossoms,
Apparently a petal
Incandescence & bald
Crowns claw on blanc
Cat’s eye
Creates office of destruction
Strata for pillar
Marble for beam
Willow for building
Nay, willow be switched
A child in bed
Is full of dreams
A child among men
Is scolded by mother
Drying clothes
Lines up a suitor
The dip in the hill
Is when you think you can
With no dip in the tank
Bavaria like Austria
Sucks like a vaccum
& leaves without coming back
The salesman so good
He sold his soul
July 11
Pay a dollar
To get a dime
The road to good
Is paved with bones
A room with a closet
A Wesson with a chamber
A cougar on the tent
A virgin with child
The elixir of lie
Is gland to bite
If you wish to lay
July 10
The few, the proud, the free
upon hieroglyphic fantastic
Graven who rose
July9
I’m a good actor
Come over & play me
It’s not as bad as you think
It’s worse than you can imagine
As the woman lays an egg
So the egg will refuse to rot
The will to being
Is propelled by the
Stain of iron
Upon earthen clay
The cast of salt
Is for shoulders
Weathered by the
Death of the woman
Upon blister of light
Green is denied
Upon turn of night
The loom is to hide
To have rock
Is to use wires
To have wires
Is to be stoned
I’m better than today
You’ll never see tomorrow
As sure as two pigs walk
The lead falls & the second
Falls forward, as now the
lead takes the name of the wife
the fallen
a ring is left
before the stand is past
when lasceration is
lush & preening
as cap breaks capsule
buckler sweeps shield
procreation of mortality
is the height of arrogance
as slighting due
is paid in rain
yoke of iron
pays dew in rust
the right fence
never feints at the cost
the worst depression
causes the greatest
sellout for defense
when law enforcement
is hung up on the corner
it’s dispatch is survival
when love is listed
the size of capital
reflects bailout
the price of variance
is the cost of degrees
a well done meddle
is beaten out
& a metal of cost is fired
The tears of a son
Begging for birthright
Is a mating ball
My two bit one liners
Are a dime a dozen
Availability of gold
Expresses it’s loss
The tongue is a drunken brawler
Takes the keys & gets in the car
Reality, the excrement leftover
After truth is pulled out
July 4
The man doesn’t follow the law
He is the law
July 3rd
My sins
Have out numbered me
When coffee gives you excrement
Wipe your mouth
Cuz all you are getting is dirty water
Cat force 5 crowns a king
Any less of her caning
Is not worth being
Depressed about
I have a great sense of humor
But I’m not into jokes
Xenia Onatopp
The bond woman
Meat & milk, staples like these
Add in the belly, & start knitting
A shot in the bar
Is like a case of scotch
Going a rye
Behind the red tape
Scotch makes a board room
As rear marks coral bulls
Into boys shooting whiskey
July 2nd
Damaged goods
Is like spoiled fruit
The ring & the kiss
Like oil, runs thin
If marriage were hallowed
Where is the child to ween
A scarlet escape
For the surrender
A hot iron
Scribes what’s right
Into life
When a pinion is right
The motion may be moved
The woman
Gravity point lost
Promise of life
Is descent into hell
The greatest descent of trial
A cell life, best made off
Fools collect new pennies
& the aged aren’t worth washing
As milk the price of fuel
So patience the cost of bread
The love of eternity
Is the hate of life
The career of breath
Is the glass ceiling of the dead
As a bird’s desires are haunted
The offering of life
Is lost on it
July 1
Nothing is secure
But securities end
Falling into bonds
& bonds fallout
The hip persuasion
Seduced the male
If you’re wealthy
You can afford to be honest
A spear gets to the goods
As a pot sherd roasting
The marsh & the mallow
Save a good mourning
There is nothing to save
Under duress
Is anything
Overly surpressed
A rest over sorrow
Cracks a smile
In the valley
Whence justice
It waits not
Yay follows
As burning
Relieves rest
So to a
Tickled throat
Dieing to get to the front
A freyed
20 nail 2 tongues 1 razor
Weding night a gory color white
The release of the man of sin
Is gonna make trading places look like a jet turbine
Unless one step makes eternity
There is no step to make
Little builder at the
Foot of a mountain of oaks
Death swallow me up
If this is the last drop
If you get the gin & I get the tonic
The bite may sting but the blood will flow
A sip & a belly of laughter
Has mephisto’s tongue all a twitter
Thigh claws
Window cracks
Wings flap
If the thought passes
Will the promise of life expire
When the tiger slips on oil
When do I receive metal
If the slip of your metal
Causes a q uiver in your arrow
The fountain of life dries as the blood
Of thy marrow sees not
The morrow
The Adriatic seas where
Your depths not know
Corner the blow on the 15
Take 2 for the boat to cross shore
To beg on the deal
The egg is an eel
Shift petal rubber
Get into gear
Deux you member
& when the crown of
Flame becomes fallen ash
The kiss of light eternal
Becomes a dark shadow of life
To love a pass
To drink a shot
To pass at love
Too hot not to
The choir of your words
Are the arrows of war
Light up my lips like
Spark plugs
If the clutch engages
The fifth is a beast
When licking a razor
Is the kiss of life
A stained silk & ash
Worth blood & flame
A bloody burner
Forges the fountain
Five sets the way to geddon
A pair sets giddy up
A wound peppered with salt
Is a son’s loss of face
The fire of a hearth
Opens talk from the heart
As a whistle & a quiver
So drums & a banner
As a woman lances her roast
So to the ribs smoke it up
The candle in an eye
Is full of light
When up on a stick
& it saves lives
At loss is wound
At gain is wind
Write me you number
& I will call it
A full bite looms the moon
To blood howling biting nights
At eventide
There is a grind
On a filthy path
Dirt clings to the feet
Under clutch
is carcas
talons wonder why
the peace of time
in salvation the meaning is suffocated
so to damnation is a loss of it’s word
your ring
is my demand
June30
The cost of grace
Is the price
We can’t afford
To waste
The morning sweet
Broke into sweat
Borne to be bound
Wound to sound
At first glance
It’s a rush
Rear up to brandish
Trench in whore-fare
June 29
The cheque for the way it will be wound up & wounded down, the trip to the other side & the travel to rome or the drift on the streets of venice, there is a ruin for the
Vert I call
Horus one
A crowd pushes forward
As one pulls back
Bear tiger paws &
Winter shrimps the jungle
Lie on me
Tie, her up
Fascinated with death
Fascia natal meth
Oil, wine & wound
Bind, pour & ease
Spill the wine, avert the bearing
Kiss of passion, morning of abandon
When wolfing, comes close by moon
The day afore, bright by room
To be found in the inn
Is to be lost in the cold
A rat fronts a tale
A mouse follows one
Spearing for a penalty
Break away for a goal
Green, go
Gold, bold
Green, leaf
Brown, stay’in
If you give a green light
To the woman in red
You’ll end up in a crash
Justice is a pot of meat
Well born eat the good
The fowl is borne on dead
June 28 2011
Belly woman, you’re the hallow is the swish of a thousand wet & wild swimming canned wishes the size of whale & fierce as serpents who dive to the fiery shelter of hot sweaty metal, if a coral could be the risk at taming thou brisk & thy flirt for to push is a hurt & a thrust is unbidden, for the way to a day beyond the green grass is a path of destruction much to the shegrin of the chosen, did’t you come my way, day to day ain’t been the same, the pouch & coins to pack with a staff, & two swords aren’t enough for the wrath,
Come fire up your heart
Go wash it down with dreams
Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:33 am
there is no promise of life
but a fix for the miss is
a link of chain & a wrap
shall raise power to it's knees
Re: my blog
sun Jun 26, 2011 7:47 pm
cheif justice renegade
white collar outlaw
June 26
I hate suffering
but I love Missouri
» Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:14 pm
I hate suffering
but I love misery
if life came by whiskers the heaven of night
I'd have borne the burden of a dove so white
the last sip, a dance & a drink
uncorked, & she flows, the ring
a stick in the mud
dirties the pudding
upon seeing red the sky over
seas poured from high & drown all life
from the loss of sight into night
waiting to power out after light
the drug of choice is the rage to means
that all & all the be to need is the end
if the regular life were cut & dry
I'll be a yiddish spiced salami
June25
Viruses
They either hit you in the pants
Or the intellect
June 23
a couple years ago I was getting into bed with this chick & we were just about to get thick & she asked if I ever had anal sex so I said no
& to my surprise she say do you want to & I'm like sure
so she says ok turn around & bend over
compilation
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Thursday, June 23, 2011 at 12:47pm.
1 numbers don't lie,
but kisses do
2 under the back & behind
the head is a cradle,
it's true love, whether
honeymoon or deathbed
3 there is a love as lightly
as a dove, & harsh as stripes.
4 as sure as an entertainer is
surrounded by lights, the
stage sets her off her stroke
5 when season of bloom algae
is yet humble but the east wind
& a meals give a rupturing speed
to a blossom
6 the heart of a woman speaks
delicate by night, but come dawn
she leaves her place to find another
7 a sensitive smile & words
genuine, drown out tears
8 a tongue full of agenda &
grinding leave abrasions & offense
the likes the king will not dismess
9 as oxen eat hopps
so the dragon drinks scotch
10 barley is a full stew, if
a dressed in a penny, & a
preyer is full if you dine a
rye from a proper leavening
11 as a glade is ever full of smiles
So to a smile can be full of blades
12 as stirring a beast is the stance
of preyer, so to a quiver of arrows
binds it’s strength
13 if an owl may find roost &
home, solice at the grave, then the
venom of asps will be the blood
that saves
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June 22
roar babe, it's always been easy to say no to the woman in red, but the shade of your tan has the the sun in heat & a foreboding radiance that the stars have kissed,
June 21st
it has a hold
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Tuesday, June 21, 2011 at 3:25pm.Your note has been created.
then the wacking of a hand as the rifle fire shattered the peace of air to powder the plaster casts of faces loved lost & believe broken to heaps of rubble on the street as I dodge for shelter, trying to yell to those falling behind the way is here & now this is where we must go, but every grunt held down in the hudle of a turtle from the pin of the snipers, bombs over the head & the dragging into sidestreets of the dead, faces I've cradled & kissed & I'll never see again & forever miss, the scourge of the battle, from time & the great memorial that makes it more real every wage after tide of the mortars & prayers every night, the well drawn & wept sleepless writing the rythm of our lives in diariues to loved ones that will only meet us in a casket as we are loaded like freight & flown home, but another brisk morning as the sun rises & the air strikes are called in from beyond the river & the horizon, packing our tents on our backs from house to house, in a race to finish off our time or for our time to plaine run out like corner we turn & are entered as if by a baptism of why am I here to see my boys cast on the sand of a land far & away shot through heart, & popped without a thought as a child at the park fizziiez a coke the blood spits & bubles as he squirms & he gurggles, clutching & grabbing my jacket & whispers he needs me, but the words are lost in the pass of his breath & a strangling glare that he hooks his eyes into my soul & the tears break, but I have to say now, a look of forgotten love that has is no les requited than then man in an alley who was murdered before he was wished upon by the queen, trying to grab your man & throw your wounded over a wall, but the sisxth sense is surrounding my turret, trying fend off the enemy & hold up the front, buddies trapped in theier seats, behind the wheel with a flash of light & flying nails & fragments of a plumber's wet dream raining the harpeys of hades & the heat of apollo's chariots through the windsheilds & eviscerating the excuse for heavy armor, limbs going limp as conective tissue of men meant for medicine experience first hand in combat the shredder & the blender & the mind as it breaks like the surface of skin being ruptured & men going down in a hail of hallers & scream, men going down to the age of children in the smite of shrapnel mortifying kids who should be picking up chicks, leaning over to push one out but a buckle & more in the way as the flailing of arms & screams & begging for mercy & the one side of his complexion not made to flame that he makes me promise I'll meet & talk to his wife, the residence of our neighborhood, the block, the news they need to here back where I'm from, where it all started
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the true levelor
a gun is
so to hail & lightning
as the isles cascaded with queen
feathered with lives
the nest of isles
the fact I love blood red flesh
black of white it don't change
the fires of the four winds will breath you into the woman
if the drinks are chilled & your tongue is of ash
of the warm comfort of the tide
a slit throat reminds me
the coming
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, June 20, 2011 at 10:26pm.Your note has been created.
them full on thunder pounding bluesky rending lightning thigh are breaking hearts & making dreams as women are left frustrated & men lay seized with convulsions in the streets, she's slow & so sure & you know that she's skilled that her well endowment of scholared physical stature will if she declines leave you in tears, she's howling mad feirce competition editor who will seperate the men from the boys with a kisss & a stroke that will make you or break or give up your ghost in heartache, so don't close your eyes as she shows her fashion of cheek to cheek & a slip of her finger to release the tempo of what's wrongwith the situation in your mind, but the bender is what flows the way itgoes as she winks without a face, she's torns to bits & you'll beg for a piece as the thread in the rift of the stones round out & deep to the rippling of the tide of the in & out of the ebb of your sea, up high has the pass of the laststep to the spill of the heavens as the trimmed tree hedges the wasteland & the flare of the wings of the phoenix fires past the maching of the sound barrier, so please refrain from your crying for you have well now into the night spent your bones like your soul, & she eats them like a furnace tinker toys, the rare occasion of the spread of the feathers for radiating her halos & orbiting the moon her lats imaging your hit or misses & those who try, & less he who picks, as she rotates her hips of lush intense ranevous swoon they who come close are devoured by the heat as the razor burns are the point combustion begins to end lives, save for he who has the tongue of flame to caress gentil the monarch butterfly tail of a fish, come gimme a wish, only to rise to the obsession of the fleshy round deliscious stars of orion to drown the sorrow of death in the ressurection of a desire to be presented before the gracious blooms of spring & the dual suns of summer & enjoying the wine of the skins of an autumnal harvest, better to flexx to beat up a batter by punchers that spin & drill to bits the collision of earth, air & wind, fury is an accustomed gratuity, even more so than the tornados of texas & the whole of the entirety of the funnel of the mid-west, but nay for she is a hurricane, approaching the beaches of miami to sting the rays & smoke the surf, sand & glades like a Cuban of castro's ornate private closed door collection, coming off the coast of the carribean is the noise of war, the jets of water kicking up roar, the broad horizon of destruction attuned to the fears of orson & the spiritual frailty of hemmingway, storm clouds are rolling in, here is the front of this excercise
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visions
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, June 20, 2011 at 12:31pm. & I saw as I stood on the sands of a beach, a beast rise from the earth, at first it crawled as if lame, it suffered the botch & leporsy, then a great wind caught it & lifted it up on two feet, it suffered severe mangie & deformity, then a fierce fire from the sky fell upon it & devoured the infirmity & it stood as a grey haired wolf with five eyes giving birth, & howling for torment of the insicion of twelve shimmering diamonds piercing it's skull, then from the west flew a bird of notable incandescience which landed upon the wolf & gored out it's eyes & left the wolf lifeless as meesengers took the wolf child, &I saw another beast that rose out of the carcas of the wolf, this was of four legs & yellow as gold, it jilted the air as it moved as water of life & sobriety is jealous of the libation & libonous sensual satisfactions of fine wine conversations & the mood for diving deeper into the interacasies of bonding over diner & acheiving climax & dramatic effects through motion & smooth oration & cunning dialects in the small hours of life of the system of the walk of the shine of the moon, this beast was well washed & the prize of the east, it's hooves trimmed & softened that it caused no damage for it's countenance was well domenering & powerful to look upon, it could not yeild, any who saw the gold of it's complexion fell before it & it's prescence became wide spread to the thunderous eyes of the notable bird,
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the tricky one
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, June 20, 2011 at 12:31pm.Your changes have been saved.
hip twist, making the list, the round for the lush & the drop to the squat touching the toes rise up & pop it out, they'll be work to be borne in the sweat on this expression I'm bearing here, but to see the swivle & the kneeling as she arches that back & pushes out the mountains of flesh that drain a man of his strength, that all a guy could wish for is a turn & a hit & afterwards she could get the maids to clean up the mess, the mocha in her latte & the lait in her foam, I'm all the way to work 9 to 5 ain't on my mind cuz I'm home, a lick & a tickle a wink & an ace & pulling the hair will speed up the pace, cacao entwined with honey all in a tootsie roll, a delicacy even solomon couldn't bring to mind, a sweet etch of the memory of the fork of peace as it were tantilizing cereberal numbing strychnine lacing the trail of throughts to a level of heaven St Peter couldn't afford paying in pearls to divine, the feet of a beast of burden & that of prey,feet that scorch the coals they walk upon, a smile in glimmer & of glitter & of respectable prescision that as she turns to grace she cuts to pieces knives & blades, there is a peom, there is keats & shelley was the ressurection but she kills them all with the succulent drench of the song on the wind that humbles the competion of dear lucifer & rips out his tongue as the swiss marbled vanilla dark tobelerone makes a new world out of her mouth that waves out a princess of silk or the power of chain, the burn of her tongue is the fresh growth of the forrest, & the fire in her soul make me restore, the rage of the days of the pain & the madness that would have me wish that there would be an end to thy being has me hit in the heart to see thy radiance & the softness & tender, the compassion, I wonder now is there life after death, so into the night as all as I can, it's all I could want is to go into the frey, that to go gently or rough as you'd ask or to beg is the wish that I'll kiss if you shroud me with red, & this time maybe you'll hear something different than the woman who you know had got in return from her beckon of my ear but I don't roll like that but you're a game I enjoy & I could see that the skin of thy belly hadn't been bruised by the sand & though thy lips so tempting as snakes wrapped around my neck, this is all, there was you looking behind & the feel of your back in the low & the growl to lay over & shelter the safety of the musculature that surround the spine of an asset so profound that I can see it's never lost as long as I look in the rear, yet this too is not enough for you, for thy armaments are the sight that are conjured by the jinn, & such is the deal that one be wrought to carry & be taken, a liason full of lust & a smother of ferosciousness that leaves one dead, put into position & thrust for dear life & erects a chick with a dick
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we're using real lead tonight
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, June 19, 2011 at 3:24pm.Your note has been created.
no rubbers boys
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the chick becomes foul
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, June 19, 2011 at 2:45pm.Your note has been created.
when the cripple walks
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June 19
the fallen
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, June 19, 2011 at 2:05pm.Your note has been created.
the blood on a stone, to form the roam of orion the one bound for bringing up bonds for the likes for the thralls of whomw which are to well endowed their thrones, the scales of the heading to the hill to drag behind the populace to the fork of a tongue of a sinisters words so well spun & hung by a tree that the eye would bear it & be seduced to bite by the teeth who will gnash & thrash at the day to be the ever of the rue & the reckon that the fruit so tantilizing that the spire tio the sky would be bent on brick & a tower in the plains to obvious for angels to deny the wive's of their youth, that they would eventually be bent over & driven with less mecry & more drawing than the sugar to a tooth, the lips to a kiss the magnifecience will be suckered into a thrown of a lusty on the Ben, the tiger maligned & misunderstood to be less than this but enough to get there will rear up & be the fierce of a face to reconfigure with the wings of the owls & the satyrs who will dance on the flesh of the gods & the lords, the eagle has landed & the gore has been started, that jerusalem so soundly surrounded & as she has begged for the hounding as she spread for the sheets the myrrh & her spices the incence & her talents that fools dare to tread & angels of fury know the way it will end & so the oceans swell to the sky one more time as the gasoline & diesel & the sparks of the match of the red open the brazen that lay like a lamb for the wiles to be had, smoke ascends to the heavens & now the flames crowd out the blare of the sun whence the smoke of the roaring & the shreaks & the howls of the fowl as they feast upon the meat & tghe blood of the captians as the generals lead their masters over the cliffs to the valley of slaughter, there were one man taken & in the feild & the other left, there were one man grinding & the the other one found, there were one woman & her friend then seen, then there were again the way it was told there they are now in the valley of geddo in the vultures there they will be the birds sitting on the those who made oaths of the heart, the sacrfice to the preyers as they eat & shroud wings over the carcases, such to the way & the slay is the day that the promise of the moon, that the shine be the glory & that death be their mourning, as the lion awake to the quake of the heavens & the shake of the earth, iron sheered, vows broken renewed, iron rod arises as the golden sceptre of the fall of shadow star
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June 18
in good health
smoke it
is water under the bridge
ash on the tongue
part of the last of me
you took the best
is the fall of ash
the cast of shadow
of twelve stars
tail to tale
she said so
academy of fools
& pay by mourning
take the glass at evening
flesh in the teeth
blood on the floor
code signet aurora
status alert red
furnished in name
dancing ash is
gleipnir made at power
flame drawn powder
& eve dawns
two babes in bed
crown of night falls on ground
dawn light on shadow star
so from man scuplt cup
as fiery dust lights a room
is the sound that make men out of boys
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· 21 hours ago
my cat's tongue on her ass
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in seven counts
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Friday, June 17, 2011 at 2:36pm.gunning it over, you fucking the mind into trenches of blind, the scaling back to surface to lay hold of neck & launch teeth into thy neck & bite till the sinews refrain from their place, that if the blood of the covenant made between you & I were at odds with our lives through hel & high water I'd bring you to bear the flail of the wrath of the hands & the scrourging or the cat of nine tails & a story of my hate & your fear by the wrath of the gods, the grab up the kitty & thrash it versus the wall & beat it to death & peal of it's fur as it cries for the least of all mercies as the eyes are ripped out & it's teeth chipped with razors dulled from rust & killing steers, you fuck it all up just to see thy own fall that if all I could care less about is the mutilation of every living soul, the satisfaction of the creature cast into the fire & burn't to the final that the cunt assed bitch will know my madfness, so don't think that to bleed but little will do by me but the ultimate in suffering won't even suffice nor either I'm beyond the place of love & forgiveness I want restitution & you to be rendered to ashes
sealed in miel
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· 21 hours ago
love is a deal
is the tiger we shame
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· 23 hours ago
the tiger we tame
wants to roam
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· 23 hours ago
wildcat
trouble the brow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Yesterday
those damned vows
wait 'n match it
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Yesterday
broken latchet
& one you can't blind
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Yesterday
two eyes
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last
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Thursday, June 16, 2011 at 10:52pm. rise, just try, go ly, go lay, go get up & eat hey, hey it's ok, I'm just saying go ahead & desire the taste for it's yours, so is all I'm asking is try some fruit & the meat, there is nothing too not, cuz it's all yours if you like, just get up on it & let me try you for a ride & you'll know the ground as I grind, so gimmem let's try, do you like go out of your no & say yes for a change, cuz forgive me but if you'll give in to my promise I'll be your every wish, say yes & say please cuz the last is the mirror, I'll give you your cross if you say no bhut if the deal is on I'mm get on top & all over & you know you can take it I'm all that you want, so the realing of the desert is on the dish for you to come eat up & the second is more than the lady who come first for I'm the mother who can teach an old dog new tricks & if this can impress then I'll be the one to give you life & the sacred chances of sobriety & satisfaction in a world that is lacking, come & let me & I'll try to see if you'll run to catch up to my spin as I rock the worlds of this where I am & give where you stand
. seven steps to heaven
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Thursday, June 16, 2011 at 8:54pm.sights so sweet the blurring of red over the vision of might, do & will, this is the will, the medley of desires to break up the life made for eternity, there is a love to those things well drawn across the mind, the hitches & hooks that peal back the fight, the order of play the seeing it all come before thou & lay, the yes & the bless, the chistening & the dagger, the dagger in the eye that penetrates the heart of the issuses, switch, shift, the spear, the star that pierces the pupil, the student to learn the handle & teach out of the way, the necromancy of a luo la lay, hum ha hey, shakes off the scales of the blind & the stench of their breath comes fresh as air, shift, switch, the deleteing of the flame of the candle in bowing is now harvesting in the brilliance of the dawning of the great fierce ones to make a home of the land,
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ashes to ash
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Thursday, June 16, 2011 at 2:50pm.
full of the draw, full of the horror, the clatter of spinning fins on turbine engines, the dragging of rubbers along the landing strips, the pull & to run high upon the wind, there are rotating & flailing & ramifications of calling up the wages of positions, the castining of bombs & leashing of spits of heat harmounious to tearing the flesh off a bull, an ox & any thing that crosses, coming of the cliffs of promises are the troops pounding throw the waves of the sound barrier, maching up the shift in patterns as the screens of clouds & hail of fire & zues throws through the sky of assault & treatments the likes the origins of rain likened to, from the ground deep under the earth strings sprout to the heavens, metals & nails, pegging the tails as heads go sailing to the mark, the rear gaurds get rough, the nose takes dives when the matador scales the stars & plucks out the candle on hills & delights the cascade of the shimmer of the guns of the night, there is a wailing & a weeping as the seven stars silent monsters unite & smote the fascia of the coffee cream tinned sweet one, licking lips & tasteing the twist in the cat of the age of an axis of way to defunct the day to be made, there well worth the style to be closer to liberate the chains of the bonds of a sugar tipped bitch of the wiles of the weeds so tied like a rope till the heat of the incendiary ignites the tendrils of tendon & dense tissue fiberous & connecting tendon to bone, the flex of thrashing & locking & teeth launching to seize & tear out the heart of sisters the witches, the hunters made prey, today thou art slaine, the honey divine in the cacao secretes smoke & the the combustion of the declaration of the being of the love of the hive is to be made queen & quake the lands & break hearts of copper twine, there is a rumble & a wave as the nations are removed from their place & a wash of the flo of the moonshine hits the shores, one eye to eye & the sight breaks the peace & a flash catapultes the earth into napalm to cleanse her shame, render the creation to ash
. throw it in bed not out
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday
hot ash
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sweet scent
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 1:40pm. do no harm as the fast has gone rash to burn up as the night is unleashed the wings of flight, the rain of the furious bombs to complex for names & pegging the futility of games or smile wasted on riches given to fools dealt a hand bland & branded, whilst others are charred & licked with the flames & to retain their names, the cash flo or razors & the consistent wave of blood in the shadows, to the, if you say hey would you slash my face to sinch the sign or carve the details on a tear out of my heart to let the final trail of flush pump me dry of it all as the floor goes red more wine, please don't know that if you say hello, |I's look in the eye & be like hyena & lion, the spear in head & pulling out of organs till the body is mort, the wail & the scream as the onlookers in horror run for their lives, the flames fall by star & by moon as the full lune pulls up the tide & pushes down the fright, northern cascade of the lick of the heat that scorches bodies & leaves up heap of ash, the jets thunder over as under the leaves shiver & shake lifting the explosions & breathing in the fumes & becoming incense in the light of a wash of napalm
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of napalm in the morning
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday
love the smell
layin ash
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday
armageddon
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compilation
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 12:45pm.
so to there is honor in passing a woman
just as mercy gives wings to a bird
so to the unlikely judges shall judge capernum
as the widow shall be restored to honor
is a millstone around the neck
a bird in a snare
got circumcised unless you're a virgin
you're a waste of skin if you
Judah you are my baby
Israel you are my first fruit
so mazzaroth breaths northern lights
as arcturus breaks darkness
so the pleides is a ring
as orion lashes iron in tow
even on reality rehab
hollywood fame, still good in flames
as your brow beats my strength as horus over horizon
your lashes flick like hawk wings
at the end the season, life is allure
in a season of days, drink is a lure
five on the fist
five on the hand
don't roll over
grizzly
a panda's game
othello
if the muscles don't get you the admission will
wolverine
he might be black & white, be he'll beat you black & blue
badger
don't confuse it for a landing strip
skunk
& as night falls, so to she fill the cup for the swill
the ocean sees that her seas have had their day
we forge into life
death is the iron
death well kissed
life is well missed
life is refreshed
in the well of death
two times a cause, three to save, four to risk it all
for burning that scars
for a beating worth lies
for a flower eaten by a harpy
for the dead cat on the street
equates drowning in the sea
dancing with the devil
beating brass over anvil
the test of love
making bail & keeping bonds
the test of love
wisdom over age
virginity over youth
before it's nuked
the city on seven hills will be razed
is a hard thing to waste
a foreigner
to workout the riches
a double split trains you
a second promise makes the day
when one wish fails by the way
so a beat to the heart tears it up
as ash in the eye drums a tear
is ash & lime
a lump in the throat
is an urn of brokem promises
ash of love on the mantle
so birds on a pyre
as ash rises of flame
so ash rests as a film
as birds fall on the carcas
3 line to confirm, 1 dream to seize
ash on a tiger
5 tails on a stairway to heaven
1 over board
& 3 ghosts through the window
of an ashtray in the morning
love the taste
is like using dirty needles
commanding a sinking ship
you'll pay for the ride
to proud to decline
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of truth
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
the mystery
than hurt in the butt
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
better to be butt hurt
is to recieve the fountain
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
to finish well with patience
drowning in the drink while refreshing
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
proof of testing is
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poor in patience
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
rich in patients
death to night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
glimmer in the eye
the candle shines
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
in the crack of light
rises not from above
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
the blaze of love
when you're dieing
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
it only matters
the linen falls down
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
the moment you wake
you could make a pragmatist shit his pants
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
you're so anal
I'm not a witch
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
don't complain over my spelling
too simple for a complexion
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
too complex for a simpleton
try oral powers on an un-fed cat
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
if you thought guns made screams
& the square root of 4 on the floor is two feet in the sky
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
you're right, ufo's are real
try using the jedi mind trick on a swat team
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
if you thought dinosaurs were bad
good go burn yourself
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
if you think a flame is
sweetens the case
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, June 14, 2011
fascia
but it was destroyed in one
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, June 13, 2011
sodom wasn't built in a day
will ruin your head
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, June 13, 2011
playing with lead
programming is slavery
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, June 13, 2011
shitty television
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breaking
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, June 13, 2011 at 4:18pm.queit on the horizon the stil of the day tween light & the fall of it, the haze of the fade of the colors of the cover of the red of the height of the over the head of what we see, as light depart to the side unseen till things are returned again, the pebbles tremble, the dust breaks to breath up the air, cracks, quakes to the siren of the signs that things have gone beyond change, the rapid revolution of sound & sight on the sand & the soil as the light evades it's path & the black of the swan covers her wings to the moments that the puncture of the land destroys all hope of life in it's strife that it conjures to the rise of the neck of the flash & rock tear from the earth, rip tearing & the searing of heat as the jaded heart climbs to reach the sky, eye that break the spirits of warriors like iron on anvil & hands pounding the mountains to crash the high points of your desires & joys & a lashing tongue that licks up misery & lips to spit out the drain of a succubus bite, don't say the battle with the angel was a tit or a tat or in least a dish & course to a loaf & a fish, the rotation of head to snap back & flail the nails of razors grown from palms & the knives embeded in a spine bent on restructuring the fears in the shallow self-satisfyting over engrosed delisciously fattened spoiled minds, the cycle of howl & roar is the jaws open to be filled in teeth with the flesh of the nations & a belly to to be satiated on blood & bones, no death & pentration of soul to the bottom of promises will evaporate the lust of a hunger gone to the mind of the beast full of madness & over-charged & full of surfeiting to need the lifeless meat of the masses offered up to feast, snatch, snuff wink & gruff the grin of the one of a kind that all creation need be ware of has been summoned by the full-bodied fathomless mother of fire & the pierce of her shred of flame to awakened this creature, her ashes has loosed up my bones to be encased in rage, her cinder has shot up to the star the bird to bring down the fierce return of the deal, the hands that were bound in the belly of the core of the world, released & grasp to the thrash of the atmosphere, the twist or looking to the running of the heathen, the singed skin & the echoing flooring of the pvement as the thundering bursts clap buildinds to shockwaves, the eye of those on olympus make notice, thrust final blos as the dim of night bellows it's last & over the dawn the edge of the sun peaks & the blossom of the new beginning is placed at the feet of the final age
. ganging up to get a beat down
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, June 13, 2011
communism
are a waste of humanity
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, June 13, 2011
existentialists
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make 4:20 a univerity accredted course
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, June 13, 2011
to free us from religio shisters
or take it in the ass
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, June 13, 2011
if you stole, then rather pay with class
the legacy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
with most length & girth is porn
is a poor man's drink
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
the flesh of fools
be very aware that he will track you down
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
if you whistle in the graveyard
cut out hearts hung on a clothes line & the sound of the butcher chopping
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
the nastier thing to meet
sunrise
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
the dred
I would have shot you in the head before I did myself
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
if I thought you carried
when the knot was tied
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
pleasantries ended
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the fury of the great owl
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, June 12, 2011 at 2:44pm.the smoldering hump of ash in the front steams & leaves an impression to remember the call of my death over & over the days of these seasons, the raising smoke & the fluttering flames to to sky as al I could do is pause & think of how I'd love to die, as the heap winds it's ways round the streeet & up the mountain, the cinders so hot they choke those who look like they thought they at one time coulod care & now are rather smote by the bye of the lives of those in cages & wing, waiting on the last flight of the navigator, the sign of a time so the sky will quit raining & the ocean will drain, the heaving frost of the chilling crust crack & peal to relief of venting fury, for once the tendrils of the lighting of dust reach the crest of the apex of hermon, the weather spins up the fan of feathers that shread the sky in hieght & render the the sun dark as the fire of her life casts out all light as she ever did from the days of the eve of arctucus to the sweet ties of the pressing hips of the lips of pleides, for now is her recompense to those who walk in a shade, the flare of the coarse rain of heat to scroch the lovers who to to the oven, her swoop of wing & sputter of trail as the glazing rays of her bars of sweet sugar of carmelized incandescient mixture of love & hate radiate as she shakes her tail feathers, the shadow as to see her pass the spot between heaven & moon & sun in the sky is as if the furnace scorches her path of tread marks of mere blaze of eclipse of light due to the shadow drawn by flight between hean & the dread of those who look to the sky, the orbit & the land to devou much flesh as the men they run to the hills & scream for to heaven as God looks down & laughs & the owls & the eagles drink the drain out, ash gives this bird
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not even death is the solution
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, June 12, 2011
a life so bad
one arm bandit machine
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 11, 2011
masturbation
from bad to worsi
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 11, 2011
diggle-doggins
all we co-wanted to be
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 11, 2011
pooh doggins
coco-nucks
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 10, 2011
flav
the hour to come is our destiny
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 4, 2011
the destiny of the hour to come
the hands you desire are christ's
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 4, 2011
in the talons of the eagle
the lover you desire is life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 4, 2011
in the eyes of death
is the jewel in the crown of the eagle
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 4, 2011
the scrore of being death made flesh
is one hell of a deal
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 4, 2011
to be death made flesh
scores a goal in death
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 4, 2011
the torments of life
whethet young, whether old
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, June 4, 2011
as it comes so it goes
so to an unknown man shall be known as the man
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
just as a foreign god shall be lifted up as god
so to a master is manifest as a master
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
as works are manifest for who do works
the fool says he has a queen
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
in the empire of the heart
so to the north events unto dark sayings
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
as the man of sin continues night
top was meant for the heavey licks to be taken
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
taking licks from the best on top
tormented in abundance
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
lounging in nothing
a peal of flesh is waiting for who goes there
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
there is a woman's allure & sex appeal
many live to the way by water
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
water way to kill many
children raised to way by water
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
water slew many children
so to light sets a firm foundation
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
as surely as a cat shall prey upon a bird
eyes well lit are well placed feet
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
feet well light are well eyed
wicked, he shall be redeemed along the way
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, June 3, 2011
wicked, though he perish along the way
flight is the singular
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
singled out for light
robbed to be killer
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
kill to be robbed
the fountain of hell vs the ungol
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
he valley of echo runs eternal
devikls, ghosts balrogs shreak
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
out of the crevas & creaks
echos hell down the hall of mountains
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
melkor sweet as honey soft as satin
ungol flees the children of morgoth
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
morgoth cries to defy the ungol
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great is the mourning of horizon
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
thou art the wish of all night's fears
great is the morning of horizon
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, June 2, 2011
you are the wish of all seasons
in the illusion of falsehood
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
truth is concealed
a king who steals a woman will regret each of his days
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
as a beggar lives to see the light of day
so too, a fool follows a bird in flight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
as an ass yeilds to no man
irons are bound for watcher's to weather
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
whether the stump is in irons
the man arises, in watcher's weather
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
stump in sunder, bound in iron
fall on hairs of feather
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
seven times of weather
god dost roar as the lion & jerusalem hast paid her due
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
as jerusalem art a dime & the tigar art god
will he kill his mistress
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
as sure as a king is unfaithful
he will kill the last bird
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
as sure as a hunter lives
studs will cicrcle the hen & gore it
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
as a hen stands in pride in a pasture
ash, a life of freedom, hate against babylon too
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
to jerusalem with love, a wall of death, ash
phoenix arise, fall upon babylon
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
jerusalem jerusalem here it comes
dan thou judgest babylon
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
oh phoenix of jerusalem
surpassing the sin even of gommorah
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
jerusalem thou mighty momma
you are the chick I love
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, June 1, 2011
jerusalem my dove
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the debt will be laid at the feet of the prophets
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
as the king suffered, the subjects slain
her response, the eagle has landed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
as hitchcock calls up birds to slay
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when the rok has landed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
zues shall be raped
riches don't feed, but is fowl food
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
flesh of kings to meat of beggars
end this day with the mint lamb
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
morning with a rueben sandwich
packing him for kahn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
how parents share mogli
you'll be tracked down
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
whether by tigon or liger
is enough to con you out of life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
what rhymes with genghis
from horns to preying
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
from lowing to mowing
the wolf alone
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
alone tiger teaches
the light of day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
eye of the tiger
arouse a lion, be crucified
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
enrage a tiger, be scourged
Kahn is no friend
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
if Genghis were fiend
the hand of God is forced
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
kahn
he'll make you a fool
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Kahn
than a tiger on the prowl
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
better to meet a bear robbed of her welps
one part wheat starts the pay off
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
three parts barley end the pay day
get on the bucket list
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
pick up a dime
bride to whore
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
whore to widow
track not the fall of a feather & substance cannot be weighed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
as gold is mined & trust is earned
a murderer turns to the chair
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
as the king faces damacles
roses upon rose
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Armageddon
. now you fall widow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
widow I stand now
great the tower shall drink & burn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
as piza leans & venice sinks
one found save ninety-nine
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
ninety-nine save a sheep
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sweeter than sin
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
ninety-nine save a sheep
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double trouble
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
bad penny
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perfect sweetner
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
silver coin
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closing day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
parting nights
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busted hip
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
parting lips
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as a glimmering eye, descends healing of the soul
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
mending of the heart is deceitful
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& the kahn was enough to make a fool of an empire
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
in the wake of genghis many souls fell to slumber
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you'll never see today
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
I'm better than tomorrow
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my ace in hand will be a carlton line
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
if you think you hold all the cards
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clicking your heels won't stop the blizzard or scare the witch in oz
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
you're not in kansas when dealing with lines & rocks
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when you back down & your soles up
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
it's your due date
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is logrithmic
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
the stone
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wheat is the path to olive, it
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
rye is a way to 4:20
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so too as a fitch is laid it hatches a chick
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
as rye grinds the teeth as stones
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barley will make a dime store stew
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
as fitches is the way unto bread
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corn is a mazing race
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
as cummin savors
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clearly obvious you can see
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
the ride of apollo's life
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thou art a penny impressed by father
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
thou art a penny void of life
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one penny saved thy life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
one penny hurt thy pride
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change your name, tearing up lands
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
we art all marked, but thou art the man
too obvious thy sight, putting out the night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
chariot in combustion passing the clouds
the oil lets the fire rise & the pasta go down
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
apollo rings the alarm with a beating of butter
no way you can't heat it up with the sword
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
apollo anton ono smooth on the floor
the welling of a furious riptide
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
the history of furious destruction
end of sin, & fire
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
the day, the man, the rain
as night shall pass the dawn will show
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
don't act like you don't know
the reception, the mantle
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
the torch, the candle
no way not to be aware they will be shown
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
no way not to let the letters be known
so too he will prevail in the same arena
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
as paul fought the beasts of ephesus
so too the concourse of radio cries it out
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 30, 2011
as the destroyer writes history
pounding the petal, grinding to deflower
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
reaching 5th, hitting 6th
break out of park
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
shifting over to drive
bangs the heads
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
engaging the rings
the mist in the eyes engages desire
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
dancing by shadow of candle glow
sweat dreams
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
rough play
the death star blazes the sky
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a good sign tonight
it shall be unto thee as a shadow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
giving footing to the darkness
cradle cap
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
impressed footing
mark these in their head, they have escaped the day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
wilt thou mourn for the way to more
here in is the wisdom of tares & wheat
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as copper is smelted from stone
so too a man is made
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as a sword is forged
from coast to coast she was battered by seas
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
& the harlot drank a drought to the dreggs
love you long time
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
suppressed
a heart full of maggots
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
torment
on a better day, oil
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
on a good day the rock offers blood
four hundre coins break fourthj to birth a star seaside nation
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
foreboding, fortelling
he too is a hypocrate & covered in blood
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a man in clothes for want of sprinkling
but if you never have don't say you will
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
feilds, wives & oxen a time is there to try
so too a bull walks his way to his home
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as a kernel falls on the path
that the foundation of the city be laid on brothers, a father mourning from eve to morning
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
when young & old die alike, this too is folly of choice
so too the smooth over takes the unplained
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as light breaks first & evening preceded
& a tender root more virtuous than a tree
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
the dew of heavens is purer than hyssop
five lights display dividing of spoil & prey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as day becomes moon in the travail of sun
yet at the splash of blood I am whiter than snow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
if water touches my garment will I not be unclean
no rain is found, it is barren as a widow, yet it yeilds increase the wise seek
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
there is a road travailed, less than many, with more than most
who is able to call back the wind, for it even fowl cry
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
when the tear wells for the cease of breath
so to thje Lord speaks instruction to the pilot
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as a pilot shifts the wings of a jet
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or the victim on his way
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
who can tell the path of water
but the other in a blind spot who can trust
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a broiled goat will feed a family
but without a bridle count him an enemy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
in the day of battle a horse is a friend
so too as the prophet speaks & the word of the Lord appears
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as sure as the soul leads & the spirit follows
so too is the visage of vessel & life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a head of bone & a tail of marrow
so too is this brother meant to stand in place
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as brother is meant to kill brother
I spare not the bulls
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
you spare not the dogs
I shall pierce yours & be glad
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as thou took my hands, feet & head
I shall taste yours & be filled
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
as the dogs have tasted my flesh & blood
thy iniquity so great, thou worm of a man, as Ijudge wipe the blood from thy brow & those bulls from bashan
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
oh cherub so holy touched in oil & beauty, jasper & emerald
trading in heaven as if you were fooled
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
stones of fire were your cobbled road
two mights suffice not, five sparrows seem a dream
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
when death swallows up the heart
but as each sparrow finds home in the rock, thus also she
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a mighty subdues the impoverished widow
is redeemed to honor with a flow of blood
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a woman lost & caught
at the dry tree he steals & cheats
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
when the season is green the fool is at rest
the wicked vs the foul
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
satan vs samaritan
concieving perfection, raised well
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
well dead, man over
a vessel of clay, made to be chastened
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a vessel of gold full of obedience
wear well a timber
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
three stones
to put the badger over our heads
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
the circle of heaven loose one
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needened one to escape
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
the thrust of horns
& who can tell the scent of the annointing save the vine
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
who can tell the taste of brass save seven loaves
but as the moon descends to rise the sun, you shall return those who shower thy seed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
the ways of the waters have well worn out thy welcome
to restore the pen to write upon the heart of a swimmer the law of the shepard
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
jasper beholds the cast of light as it were by the emeralds glow
but stumble as as blind men when they sow seed infertile
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
the teeth of the wicked grind all day to prowl by night
but the spirit persuades divers colors shall return
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
when the widow cries who has ears
born jewels of tears shed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a crown of life suffered death
& the purchasing price of those redeemed as silver refined
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
the good & a just weighs gold as the drop of blood of a righteous
the just man, his ways are concealed as it were a blinding ray
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
the wicked no light, like darkness
fil up my lungs with rust
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
wings of death
place is where we ebb autumn into a web one which you weave
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
nor to enrage thou woman that the path eye
find a place meant for sutures
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 29, 2011
a sure way to find peace
myrrh, frankinscence
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
spice of death, spice of delight
an egg will put it in place
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
though draco entails the bear
don't have the bread to pay for ice
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
those who throw stones
the vintage is blood
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
in the age of scorpio
became as hard as stone
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
getting lost in thick bread
brewed success with bread
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
in search of a stone
found an egg
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
chasing the dragon
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well
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, May 28, 2011 at 9:49pm.let's go off to a place, you can kiss me all night, there you'll tell me all I've ever wanted & the wishes I've desired, when the sun goes up or whether down, the cliches of rainy days & summer nights can pass away like they never existed, just come get me, pick me up cuz I'm fallen so hard, but if the most beautiful face & the seven devils you hold are the answer to finding a pot of gold at the edge of the earth then call me a fool for your desires to live in my heart & be my ghost of christmas past, so come now don't make me wait till the stars go blind & the moon loses her shine, that drink of whiskey that shot of vodka, but you're sharper & clearer than ever I could see to know you have promised the glitter of diamonds & the lush fertile trees of a forrest made of emeralds, or the fire scorching heat of a desert paved with the heat of the sun & enchanted by magical radiant elucidating rubies, the eyes of you heart pierce deep to the core of ways that let me see who you are, they blink & the cat's eyes of a blending of candles light fighting out the dark as the whisper of your dirty wink tells me in ways I can't express that those cheating glances that remove syllabls & replace them in tongue tied twister relief sculptures on the walls that you show me of things forbidden that we've done for an eternity before the twinkle was in the glimmering sweat of God sweeping up the dust off the floor to create man, so let's get into gear & you can reveal to my mind the delicate decadent action star MIA movie rescticted triple X theatrical cinimatic effects we can do to you & to me, go get your bubble gum hun, & I'm drag out my cuffs, you could hit me in the heart where it counts every moment & grain of sand as it pours through the glass to wait till the never ending days comeback againt & that every beach & sea salt pinch is in this black widows shap that we count to & fro the ways we will pleasure each other & you can get to the sky & float over my way to ground you till we've had our fill & the master of destiny, the Lord of heaven & earth, the Christ & Messiah release all time & space as he is the only one to break the final seal as the Lion of the tribe of Judah, & when our times have fullfilled the ripe manifest destiny there will be a party for us two as well as every one with the love of their lives as there was a promise that there are as Jesus said, many mansions in his father's house so let's go home & see who knows who & you can tell me or I will you how we've grown
. on second thought I'd rather kiss my mirror
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
running naked through a burning house
vantage point to finding the way to heaven
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
losing your keys in highway traffic
is a good start
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
a life worth dieing
pound for pound each moment of life is meaningless
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if weight of sand were in hour glass
death's start
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
life's end
that I call for black out
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
am I that sound
gave birth to children by seeing birth in the eyes of her lies
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
the desire for a lip of sweet & a tongue of poison
am I not right in thy sight that thou wouldst leave me alive
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
death my beloved, whence thou hast left
if my love of life is shrouded by the wing of night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
how can I desire to live by day
hang em high at noon
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
blood red at break of day
leaving the day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
taking the night
if you play yes I'm forgotten for the night suffers & my days are loveless
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if there was more to know what do I say
love poem
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
If the speed of defiance is going against the grain of traffic lights, don't just pin up the snap-on poster, but put down your pink slip for a woman who has her bling upon your wall
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pyre honored by heaven in rain of fire
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
cascade of fire is the desire
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strip to land, manifest descention
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
dry ground, open sky
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dry heart, blind eye
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
wet ground, iron sky
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look not to the heavens, the iris is for blind
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
when eye of night over shadows light
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I desire to spend eternity in the moment you sang me a song of how my eyes rhyme with your heart
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if the strory of my life were cut short by knife
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it was cut out in razor blade jack the ripper precision & she was honoered in the victoria secret collection
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
there is a woman who broke a heart in perfection
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but her heart is dry as a thistle
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
her tnogue is green as a leaf
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is as a reign of fire told by your thundering thighs like dragon's tales
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
the story of the love of my desire for you
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I wish to live in the day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
death is my dream in the night
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I promise to give you a smile in it's place
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if yuou slash my face
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is preffered to loving an unrequited life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
taking death to bed
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fills my heart with joy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
draining out
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is better than loving life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
fucking death
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& shaking of the spear & the thrusting too
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
the affliction of night is the pass of the torch
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is the glory of God & the love of the light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
being tomented of the night
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washington mocha
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
americano avec cacao
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I take it on the floor
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
I don't take salsa with chips
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is my kind of flying carpet
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
a persian rug
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along with a jelly belly
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
a chunk of chocolate satisfies
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hotter after dark
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
chocolate
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stains linen better than paper
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
india ink
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after midnight it's dark
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
chocolate
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I promise to make stars sparkle in your eyes
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if you take me to heaven
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to drown a fish
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
I drink enough
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but if my honey adds sugar why would I let it be
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
black coffee is bitter
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you gotta take the honey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if you wanna milk the cream
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structured loss
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
spending
.
I would if you offered egg over eel
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if there were a way I could say yes
I would but our ages are in different time zones
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if there were a way I could say yes
the doctor is gonna implant my headlights in your rear to see your way back
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if you pull up to my house
hot iron in the coals
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
blow my
the song wasn't sweet enough, the fall aswell
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if you hear sirens tonight
smells good but leaves a bad taste in your mouth
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
dirty laundry
a little bit of hell in the promise of heaven
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
your wishes are
will you promise to heal it with your soul
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
if you break my heart
makes life worth living
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
suffering
but if you're the catch of a lifetime you can mend my net
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
my cofession broke the bank
this ring is forged for your finger
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
I love you
.
too
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, May 28, 2011 at 1:11pm. if I cann not the look in your eye how will the sun afford the sky to block out it's light from loving the beauty of the brilliant love transfreernce of incansescient pupil dialatiing ocular heaven of a wish that only the sun of a man could turn down, now come to me & see the love I could cause you to endure on the shabbat, to pull back & peal the ocean from the surface & plain out the land & raise up your children from the dirt, I can't observe the idea of pennies from above when my darling was found in a pit of the abyss, come up you little girl, cause, wings to fill yourmouth with words that call me back, so if a cast of the high to say goodbye to a promise of never going your way will put me in line to exchange rings & sign on the dotted line, I don't know what I would do if you are entertaining the thought of scaring my face, the dish & the delicacy is tasting sweet & sour after a bitter victory of getting touched by an angel of the gore on my side that the horns pass my life on the way to the point I lose the vision of how you said you wanted me in the first place, but if it's all the same you still look the part of a thousand city street nightclub trans am stereo satellite hollywood movie star angelic headlights, the fight to delight in the star of your promise is to wish that we could make children any other way, if there were a way to please you is theother than giving you my finger & you giving me a smoke filled kiss & a frost of brimstone for flavor to let me know I'm alive
headed down into the north
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
fallen
great loss by entirety
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
holy
dime, buck, bill
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
3
starts with bread
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
wine
fingering the woman
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
brass <O>
water is hard, fire ain't easy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
breath'in
it's the pressure that makes a diamond
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
promise
in & out it hurts
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 28, 2011
love
.
the
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, May 28, 2011 at 12:40pm.how on earth could eye deny thy sight, but to fall for your whispers was never my wish, the break of my heart to know know of your hurt that you were made to swallow on so muchof the pour that the dump of the heavens would wash you away, Romeo had Juliet in the palm of his hand to thy shrew & the fish I cast back, if we were meant for another moment theb how could loss of your love be the loss of my life, am I to spend life alone & full of desire, burning with passion to the point of ignition & that fires are left on the travail of my path, the way was never complex like blood on my lips or the swing of a tongue, but fathering a child was he way to go that I'd pay respect to my heavenly caster of who I am, I had better bewas like to the general than spend times on the arms of amour, to go out to the fuield of the slian & bound wounds of brothers wounded & slaving, to make the work more to the likes of well than the opposing slaying of abuse, to hear how well your boys make light of thy ways is like the way I turned away & receieved claws of a cat on my face, be well, fae thee well my lady
.
you won't care how you got screwed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 27, 2011
if the fuck is good enough
.
the game
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Friday, May 27, 2011 at 11:30pm.come, come, come to me dear girl, if you'll let me take up your hand that you drag me six feet under I'll promise to be the one that you've dreamed for a thousand years, come let me chase you as the tale unfolds as a man on a quest to find that fortune in a lost untold forbidden well hidden pot of gold at the end on a road well sprinkled with glitter & the bodies of others who've given you lies but held back their ring & in so they have lost their lives, the rainbow is bright & the colors are right as I'd so climb hight to to heavens as dig into the dust that to make you shed your light in your smiles as rays of moonbeams upon the giving on three wishes, now let's buckle down & get to the business & trade some spit & bodily fluids & you can give me your horns & I'll mount your tangled knotted tiger hair as you bite deep into my neck a la queen of the damn you are more fine tonight than I could have remembered in the days I never knew the sky haad a sun & I was a prisoner of the land of the forgotten in a cave & I was only dreaming of more than I could ask for, so if you'll slither up my leg be sure not to bite me where it counts unless you are trading your home upon the clouds for being the aple of my eye, I'm not partial to worms unless you are at the bottom of a bottle of tijuana tequila, in that case here come the alamo to drum up a fight between the dark & the light, so come close or stay far I've got a branch out if you descend upon my finger as gentle as a dove, but beware for I'm close as to sharp for I've been forgotten too long to the point I'm a raging flame of a bull the likes el matador is aware enough to skirt the arena & stay out of the colluseum
.
knows true romance
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 27, 2011
only the kiss of death
a dissertation on writters block
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 27, 2011
I find that when I'm stressed & have nothing I can say intelligibly, a good wazz session with unclog those arteries of flow
is 2 love
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 27, 2011
the score
she won't be hungry & she won't make you walk
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
if she asks for an inch give her a foot
to paying for it the rest of your life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
dutch is the best way
the best way to look for gold is mine for lead
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
if your friend chance has it
give her the head not a tale
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
if a dime asks for a story
give her your cheek
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
if she pinches your ass
give him your stash
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
if a dog asks for a bowl
give him the finger to point your way
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
if he gives you a thumb
will never break you free
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
refusing a giver
gets you there
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
taking the rails on the way
the dump is heavy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 26, 2011
when the mouth is wide
straight crap
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Thursday, May 26, 2011 at 10:38pm. if I had to live one more life who'd dare to live it with me, the point of drowning in a sea of aquiescence & the trouble of seeing past the pebbles to placing stones, there is no more reason to keep the anchor for the shore is moving farther in & taking up ground, the sacrifice of the land to our days & the actions that raise up the fountains, but if crancking the wheel to the left were the right move I'd swerve to hit the lamp posts if getting an IV impressed your sense of humor but if it'ss not enough how about jumping off a cliff, are you at the bottom looking to the sky as I look down to the rocks & saw whaat the fuck, smoke my last eat a tums & rubb a dub dub,
.
she looks for petrified wood
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, May 25, 2011
medusa
can't look past the best
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, May 25, 2011
deface
is it fiction or a lie
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, May 25, 2011
talk
.
if you don't like it, check out is at 4:20
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
life
no roses, but the garden is full of BS
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
life
you were made from dust, expect to get soiled
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
life
paid for gold, received a bridge
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
life
the lie you had one
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
life
red seer
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
lipstick
missionary
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
dawn
light blend
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
dusk
bad day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
disaray
light cast
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
disaray
springs up, leaves you fallen
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
moon
watch it, but don't take it to heart
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
moon
hatch it up, let the cock crow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
sun
if you're in the shade you'll see stars
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
sun
give up the ghost
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
disgrace
passover
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
disgrace
run out of light, run full in to night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
disgrace
shot the sun, hit the moon
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
disgrace
.
five
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Tuesday, May 24, 2011 at 2:49pm.when the feel of sweet is to kiss thy feet & annoint thy hair, to rain upon a parade, my river of tears over my lovers who took you apart, forgive the err, the high, the mighty mistakes, miss I am, now to be taken for wife, the river is too shallow to represent & too hallow for my shed drops from mine eye, the witness now is that I slew, now I have fallen deeper under those I drew upon my bow, but if my iris is broke, not another time will I turn my back on the blood of the righteous, never will I walk away to suffer the frown of thy crown, to turn upside down the lash of my lust that was the last breath & fevered passionate thrust, I mourn to a torrent that the laughs & groanss of the lovers over my torment, would any be caught by a cry for mercy & entertain I was in for game, I wallow for thy blood, the sight of thy brow broke me to death to see my wrong & here I declare my confession or remorse, I can't bring out my dead, how can I raise up the slain, but to see my brother have his teeth cut out & the shorn of the maine, I can't choke enough on my dry throat that till I repent I'll be desolate & jackals will haunt my grave & owls will mock as thy scretch out my name, for these days till my filth washes, I cry please
. mourning arises
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
hell
.
weeds out the winners
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
hell
the fix for I am
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
hell
between me & where I am
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
hell
classy introduction
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
high heels
abismal, alpine reversal
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
neptune
not as shallow as you think
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 24, 2011
me
in between one figures one out
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
time to time
I'm curious of the point of combustion
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
with lips so furious
worth fallen over
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
heaven
perscription for death
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
pills
sharp as light, soft as a whisper
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
times
arrives when you have the time
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
times
equal parts day & light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
times
to be cast out of thy sight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
never enough time
I'd cover it with shrimp & let a cougar lick it off
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
If I had a cat
splitting the difference
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
heirs
rating where we are at
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
status
worth getting cross over
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
bad penny
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folding for a dime
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
money penny
heaven
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
pennyless
.
if you get it, don't get off on the way
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
way
don't miss a hail mary
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
timeless
acting the best
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
feigned love
cursed blessing
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
gin & tonic
let's take honor, from a different angle
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
reproach
made of gold, divides friends
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
wedge
jinn catches word by a mouth
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
swear
life is hard to swallow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
pills
needin be done
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
chores
bound ears slip not a drip
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
slight
affords pain, with tight grip on gain
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
pitbull
you are or I am
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, May 23, 2011
either
a kiss of light in black lipstick
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
abuse
first impression
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
sin
one, too one
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
ultimate
last, waking moment
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
glimpse
initial of light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
flashpoint
morbid excercise of altitude
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
awareness
advancing fine ants
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
proceeds
a dry well
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
necromance
.
breath sow foul
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
disgust
well placed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
fountain
defines piece
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
torment
cracked vessel
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virgin
soothsayer
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
virgin
smiles gentley as tw'liks shake
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jedi
seeing red
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
sith
take me away
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
raptures
breeds naccissism
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
automatic love
utter end
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, May 22, 2011
breathless
spent in eve
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
death
spent in morning
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
life
breaking to make up
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
con-fusion
morbid confusion
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
downcast
listen to the whisper of the heart
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
frailty
peace earned
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
life lost
the most honorably disgrace
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
lion
best a man can get
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
sprout
I don't know
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
necromongers
foundation
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
monkeys
.
scarecrow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
deadites
tin man
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
shield
note worthy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
beautiful feet
heart of stone
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
soiled temple
graves owned
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
lives borrowed
dead end
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
relief
mist of darkness
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
midas touch
wings of death
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
midas touch
gath of baal
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
midas touch
prisoner of the horned helmut
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
midas touch
me till I live
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
love
hips full of desire, breasts suckle kings,
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
lips of craft, smoother than butter
caused me to die tonight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
first sight of your eyes
the seasons pass like shadows
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
of kisses & whispers
eclipse
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
one on one
death spins a yarn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
black widow tales
cry not for me argentina
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
juliet is in sight
vipers are women
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
crown to heel
comin when he got the kiss of death
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
romeo knew it was
different time zones
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, May 21, 2011
forbidden lovers
.
the weather the day called for till night fell
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Friday, May 20, 2011 at 10:09pm.
1 avenging the past days, abundant but wanton,
a hiss will buck & a kiss will cradle, time bye
light cometh new moon
2 on one axis is there yet time, under second count
will there chime, come yet soon, she laughed when she
recalled the rhyme
3 so close but the loss has begotten more days,
there is a way so close to living, bygones have
profited in withering, a drop of tearing caught out of
it's day, a day of madness by way of a cat
for vision
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
dream
drowning in you
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
sensational
backbone
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
naughty nurses
the few, the proud, the brave
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
crux
it's all about it
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
valkryie
it's the last stretch
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
snatch
figure of fury rapture
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
hard to hold
tickle you with a feather
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
yes please
.
evolution
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
60s drug intro
70s me
80s feathered hair
90s livin the life
00 the sleeper awakes
10s feathered style
I love er
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
eye too eye
hearts flutter
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
eyes meet
full of it
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
bull
full of the one
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Friday, May 20, 2011
ox
PC
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
method of modern love
no thing sweeter than red wine
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
son of sam says
lowing, grazing
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
1000, kinship
re: 5 sparrows
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
a-z
privates
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
low esteem
nord kin
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
a man will know another god,
his fathers knew not,
a future eventually bent on traversing the axis of belief,
bowing to the god of an high tower,
one found by one not looking
nord kin, sauce kin
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
deny the american dream
approach with his daughter
shall know the god of the nation was denied of
the daughters arm shall not be retained of her power
genital, kin sauce
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
danica ozo 36-39, II thesis 2
death of of god, death of the queen
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
song 22
genital
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
danica ozo, trois septocemia et uno
genital, bound by kine
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
Kin Nord, Kin Sauce
saturn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, May 19, 2011
2cor2
I'm late though
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, May 18, 2011
third day
x-mas comes early
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, May 18, 2011
five alive
knoweth not
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, May 18, 2011
deadites
.
ever so the wind knoweth not whence is comes nor goes
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, May 17, 2011
the dead walk
.
at the sea of galilee of the gentiles at the harbor of phoenicea, one feather donated goes black, yet one feather opposite donates light on the cast of dalit from least to greatest, the night yeilds to day, as the commander who lost face gets un-masked along with the tin can, & zartan,
a scar on the forehead is good for the lion, double over for 10 times the base, the horn is mouth for belching love & compassion, a ripple of casting, the sea in it's tide waters the delta, the baroness lightenes her hair, the eiffel is a city maade for lighthousing
where we find division, we shall rather than seperate hearts, we shall find love & compassion, tin cans & zartans, DVDs & CDs, they will make a wonder & make a weave, make a heart beat as the winds do flutter a tree of leaves,
cans kicked round will shudder together & find relief, in each arm & arm they'll look way up, they'll digg deep down & find a crowns
avenues & streets will dance & sweep
avenues & streets will dance & sweep
together hand in hand all will weep for joy & stand in awe
the day to come,
seeing the right hand of the father
the angels
the son of God
.
119 on the hearts of those who hear & those of their children, that they shall be called the first fruits, even the last
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
& the upright writes with the tongue of a 45 to write the laws of a
even so, smites the curse & foul words of the least & greatest
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
the sword of the tongue of the upright
it shall be said you are the sons of God
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
those who were not my people
rage even as He calls it forth, to live & to call those forth to live, healing in it's wings, by flesh & by spirit
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
watch therefore, for the mighty styx shall
for if he watches over the sparrows, what are ye to Him
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
worry not
the pangs yeild great fruit, here & hereafter
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
believe in Him
& He will make your path strait, straight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
trust in the Lord with all your heart
always had a home to rest
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
son of man
.
it gets you stronger & better
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 30, 2011
life is a weight
banner, the fire of light is it's love & honor
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 28, 2011
whence love of candle & it's
sight I'd find you now to share the light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 28, 2011
if a fire tonight called out my
the heart untamed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
the higher the flame
is the flames of thy love
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
the lick of thy tongue
of your breath, is the wolf of promise
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
on my neck the heat
I see the arise of day for light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
in the rest of night
shore, as you come over
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
water laps sand on
bell rung again
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
wing on the mend
three sight mouse
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
lighthouse thou art
blind I see you by night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
when the light is
here comes life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
hitherto energy reveals equations commotions combats on moments equaling surviving lighthouses incandescent firey eternal
good is comin
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
God of oil definitely I see carving out my ignition now
combustion of spirit
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
love of oil
dew on the soiled, mist of compassion
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
mercy now springs, will to love
knowledge, mercy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
no mind, great heart
after many days
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
forgiveness comes
3 things proved, one that abides
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
the covenant of the Father & his sun
the covenant of the father & his stars
the covenant of the Father & the sand at the sea
faithfulness of the Father to the blood of the Son
.
the night takes flight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
keep alight
tomorrow is on the way
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
rest easy
.
history is fortunately made
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
rest easy
he neither sleeps nor slumbers
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
rest easy
wailing till the boy popped out
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
there was a weeping & a
but job got er good too so hey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
there was a weping & wailing
job got it too so hey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
sense & sensibility
job got it too so hey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
the daughters were hotter
job got it to so hey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
return of everything
job got it back too so hey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
what was taken
garden & golgotha wasn't enough to nail him down
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
follow the vangaurd, double cross at
follow the vangaurd
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
forward push
cages rent trees filled with more than leaves
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
many days
mind breaks free
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
many days
ebb & flow lets the heart glow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
after many days
lips of life, heart at rest
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
positive to be best
candle to make day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
tongue of life
to downsize the dosers
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
perseus won up it
conserving peace for the body
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
can & will do it
run in the night for day break
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
lone wolf, on the
the roam but keeps a den
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 27, 2011
lone wolf, on
& oil & wine were shared & replicated beyond measure
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 26, 2011
& the price of a bag of wheat &
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the shine of the Son blinded him to open his eyes to life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 26, 2011
even whilst breathing out threatenings
.
calmative
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Tuesday, April 26, 2011 at 11:02pm.there waiting on bidden, a time as these wherefore, the place to be will be laid, layin out the way to see the way for which a way will be made to meet a top a hill & promises be made, for there we are made to be paid after the times have passed & though have been way laid, the express to heights of unbreakalbe days that span the sparkle of the rays of the wise saying of the eye of The Lord, there met I to met vous allez to where we would hope for in the sense that there would be a hope to being sensible would be so much more than the rest, we'd be more than the best, finding a crest of the well of the deep to draw up & cause the dark to weep for a bitta wet, & cause us all to drop a few in the bucket for there were worth more than any more, sweet was never so satisfying as the way I'd have seen in the wind blown from thy eyes & the honey of the milky teeth of the wine dripping lips of your taste, be wll, for thou art well, even a deep well as thou art
. to sure the supple end
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 26, 2011
the bend in the willow
walking way from strife
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 26, 2011
backing up to life
thou art my treasure as a star on high
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 26, 2011
whence cometh my life
the honey of thy tongue sings
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 26, 2011
upon angelic wings
thy lips casting light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 26, 2011
the sweetest height
thy love crowds out the sorrows
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
as candles over the shadows
the weaknesses of me
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thy comliness art
the hills singing thy comliness
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
whence thou comest over
art as basking in moon of night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
reception of thy love
thy words, sweet, target for thy tongues is an arrow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
climbing from sheol
but thy love over is the leap
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
abyss art deep
art as still seas, deep
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thy love
my heart as the spring goat kids
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thy lips of satin cover
costing my life & drought of my lands
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
the other lover who I am
but fortunes of your love cost my face
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thou promise so much a love
play my heart to the precipice
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thy strings oh woman
made for the quickening of the perils of bond
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
hast lebonnese blonde
of the final strings of the quake to dawn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thy dark is the harp
.
too-bad, too wild for this world
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
challenger
fine tuned for tearing the town apart
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
shelby
rides into infiniti
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
camaro
black yellow mocha, the smoka
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
oh thou bumble bee
golden shoes gives up a smile
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
whence lovest thou bridle
dispel shadow as the iris of day
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thy candles of ray
propper words for my hurt
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thou hast thy
how shall I not deny
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
lamp to eyes
sweet venom of thy lips retain my soul
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
as a rusty nail stains
a million miles is thy flower
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
if a mile is a hour
shedding the full moon to pure star light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
thy dark skin is the
rains are flow over me to flower in the coming hour
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
seed are sowing
the rains are bring me a life
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
whence thou comest
love is the mission
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
love on the horizon
chinneroth has no grip on me
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
when sinking to the sea, your hands,
you made rails for me out of gehenna
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
water to the stench
you dig deep & pull me out of sheol
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
well over the soul
your ears hear my screams
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
stretch the abyss
I rest in the hollows of thy hands
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
& whence the light fades
is the eye of my lens as I see you friend
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 25, 2011
inscence
.
till the trumpet blows
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
pulling
fire so is a woman of virtue
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
as water is to
time at the tavern, who shall boast over giving to drink the last pint
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
with holding venom from a woman is like unto closing
bear children so is the desire if the image of the serpent to give venom
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
as a woman longs to
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the gift of the Lordshall pierce from horizon to horozon
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
though the moon smite by day & the sun by night
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heavy, the Lord of Hosts shall raise a banner
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
though the night lay
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not in the house of a stranger
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
peace fests
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a king & be lifted
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
bow too
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a fool & lose thy head
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
bow too
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the cast of characters have no love to them
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
cracking the little box
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pylons,house charnel
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
chamber of death
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of the moon cries
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
darkside
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college camus on dvd
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
southern comfort
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who failed at sex by three tiomes
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
plee dies
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put the ion in Orion
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
lay abouts you
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you put the us in arctic us
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
Isle of sobsel
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stars blamed us, claimed us, his is the event horizon, to do
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
all love heretofore
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ascent, if you were robbed & killed, get ready for heaven
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
the harder the fall the higher
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knees till & throb, I whacked & got packed home on wong
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
I am a doer & I get er on the
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being made to loving superman
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
kissing a ass is likened to
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the lighthouse in distance, thou art my way
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
ship at night, ship on bay
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is only enough for one word, here after though art sweet
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
the venom on thy tongue
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life in my flesh as wind through the leaf
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
thy words weave the
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tongue is the affect of the ion of thy hyena
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
the candle on thy
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isn't it thy eyes that shimmer tonight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
whence comest my light
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thy words are gods lips surrounded by hips
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
in the simple mind
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I shall be the nails to hold your tale
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
if you be cross
be the love that died, & be our renewal to a pyre of fire of eyes
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
let the love we lied
of all I need the stars of orion, I come for war sheets
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
whence my love thou be the shimmer
be thou my sun as I scribe thou number on my wall
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
at 3 am I beckon to call
you are my love by night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 24, 2011
in the eyes of sight
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love from the fore
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, April 24, 2011 at 1:21am.wildly high to max out the hieghts of wings in the night, over the seasons of our lives let there be summer tonight, let a frost of the cold bidden winter hidden in our hearts be warmed as the feet near the hearth, let there be a fire in the cauldron in the center of the hall & a circle of family round about singing halelujah, to the praises of the risen & the mighty to the one who ner cried but walk in denial, who walk as a fool & a servant to all, who walked as a lamb right into a snare, y'shua, you Joshua the man we call J-stylee, well Jesus been calling us all out since before it began, but who of us are even worthy to carry the shoes he walks a mile in as we all kettle black down to sinn, but las there gotta be a way outta town, over the tracks to the right way to the lincoln or the mags that are golden, tis such sin to pass up thoughts of going for gold & let the lives we have rot, there be more or less than a few that I've lost but have desire to win as many as who knows that J-styles can, for in his words are the life that we need & a round of the earth of the healing we'd need to set my face free & see a new dawn to a brighten of eyes & that no more sinn cuz we livin back in eden, who's up for going back in time to naked bodies & no shame in it all, getting drunk all day on heavenly wine, we'd be toastin to the reign of being all angels to the crowning of glory for an eternity, swing batta, light shines bright in the night & how can we deny the love we desires for the candles so sharp to the strings of the harp of the love we adore & al come to the open door, I am waiting he says, lets jump in & it was & it is & it will be the party for fun the party for free the party for you the party for me the partyy me the party for all of us, the party for all enertiny the wilderness is past now it's time for a blast, bombastics brazen for there is no more sin, weez got heads so clear & eyes so sharp that we all are who we are & that's al who we are, we'd be more than enough but more or less we are much more that that for through fire & by trial, wez grown high up by miles to the love he'd adore & we'd now be bright so shine in his eyes the loveers of Jesus, the one who freed us, no harm no fouls, all is forgiven, there been harsh words on both side, let's kiss & make u, wezz all big boyz who don't cry, but please let's be honest wezz all little chlidren to the guy up stairs, so who know thar she blows, weez all tryin to betta the world wether be ye or wther be me, love to chat, love to talk to ppl who know & have a mind, guys who's intellects are matches for fire like I am some oil, or maybe there are women who are match for oil, who knows, but all in al thar she goes again, if talk were out, too bad, cuz entertaining convo is the cat's raz, so on vixen you dancer & prancer you chancer, I'd love to love you but you gotta come closer, venom non hurts the hooves of the horse, nor wind afflict the camaro of night, whatever comes whatever goes, if it's like things that are reality then on down the road is the way that it flows, good morning & night to the star that shines in the night or by day the love of my life cracks the seal on dawn as the kind words of the kisses of the glory of the radiation of the lights of the gloss or the honey dripping spot of love that swims through blue to meet you the dusk, but here we go to the love of the more the trip goes the narrow we go, giving up my secrets is all I can do, I just a the fool of these days, If it were different I'd be ruling the world, with a tight fist crushing the earth like a grape in my palm, be happy, there are fool to laugh at, there are height not yet reached at the sun ain't yet peaked, net even yet born, the iris yet to crack appeal over the love of the slice of the sky breaking on the shoulders of the hill as we waiting for the nigh of the opening of the box of pandora, who yet is worthy to open the seal, the seal of boxe de la pnadora, love it at last
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. fire quickens the end
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
trials by
language, please speal normal & honestly, I am undone
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
what are you saying I can't understand your
I have an apple I ate & now I'm on the other side a woman being rode hard as southern belle
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
Gee whiz miss henna
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henna in my eye sigh tea has over burned my afflicted necrotic state of meat
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
oh gees the
helluva bad time to toast yourself into sheol
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
viltale of emotional oppresion
traversing the clif was electric, the burns left you right in our sight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
high voltage
haram you know it's the shaz
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
when it's
five would keep even the dead alive
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
Church Five-Sixteen
layin a foundation of bedrock
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
Sixteenth Stone
I know what you did last summer
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
My Super Sweet 16
import, was it good for you
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 23, 2011
16 stone
vino I dip my pretzel on 4X4th of july
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
good to be brown buns with the
cake was finger licking goo
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
over my 16 candles
& roll with 16 imported birds of Olay
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
I'd bust a nut to stone
when she comes she's a flood greater than all the powers of hell
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
times
mouth like maul, very grand
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
cobra spitter
you say who that
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
cobra attack
like water she drown like fire tiny angel comes down
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
unstable
the tiny destroyer shal have fun
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
when rhymes are done
on the tiny angel of fire
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
trial
from the beginning an angel to destroy
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
tiny
I know
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
destro what is it
sucks less
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
chips
.
process coffee shall drink it to the dreggs
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
those who drink &
may the love you share to those, too those you desire
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Thursday, April 21, 2011
coffee bodum
the rest get hit bye what you seas
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 20, 2011
eye seas
me or ulu
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 20, 2011
open book
.
the round of the skull, chedda shredda
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Wednesday, April 20, 2011 at 1:45pm.is the greatset of husky & greater he knows, that by night Off thar he blows. He''s off like a hare & over as eagles & lands so fast to create thunderous appeal, of clapping & ovation from all who see, the greast of the battle hardened, great man, tiny flask as a ring on the finger or a coin in the pocket, no weight to it all al, nothing is wasted as the wrarrior of ages keep locked his lisp & even tighter the ship, the hold is much mo powerful that the desires of gold of ophir, is
.
a good prison mate
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Wednesday, April 20, 2011
asprin
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herizon to sky, fly as the sun enter light
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 8:36pm.wraps round the finger, the stinger the lash, the rising from ash, the hash, the assassins of my lebonnesse to the aphek of twins, if a hurt comes down let deat surround, that there be a clatter of like war as the death surround those who store, against what is glisten, the shimmer & listens for the piercing of lancer on dancer on vixen, you make worlds in your eyes & the smiles is divine, that the conflict would ressurect the fire within to be bold as red for thou art a woman, virtue a savour the days whence the tears passed away for the drain of them's come & thou now shalt soon bear a son, up dasher up vixen up dancer & prancer you rods of the gods & the whip & the leash to unbridle the power of you are all the beast, walk round, be sound, laugh out loud, roll on the floor laughing, laugh till you canst cry anymore
.
adulthood
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
bold red
kids choice
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
grape juice
am I too bad for you
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
relax
.
a good sinn, is that bad
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
with me is
too bad, wink
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
with me is
part of my last name
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
hey sugar what is the most important
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now taught, now vixen, onward heal up & weave, or so the story is lowed, no need for those jaxx, time to weave on
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
been lowed, been row, been hawed
ultimate love
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
It's the
.
the iris casts as it were the light of it, world wide, thunder in the crack
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
if eye knows
here am I to love & to let you know I am here
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
eye killed it all who is it that raised er up again, who can say I did it,
are having babies
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
they
as three days end & approach a new beginning
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
gold will reign from the mountain tops
the the ore ya, of dieing & being raised again
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I am jinn
rattles & hum of the hooves that pound at the door, full roar
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 1:08am.
thar she blows, whitles & flows, the lesser the gold the more the glow, the shimmer of night is the power of flight over the wings of herizon, to the escape of dusk to meet me at dawn over breakfast & kisses to the cigarette or a moan, she's got tricks I can't dream of & a dagger in her eyes that lights up my night, for how profound could she be as her hooves pound the ground, she's on warring on dancing a vixen & made of mixin drinks of my tears before she calls & fixes, it all over the cast of the spell of her love under me as she roars at the top of the, borat, you son of a gun, what hast thou done, haha, lol, rofl, love over licks, right over four loving, who are thou & what hast thou got, guy on top, who are thou & where is my gum, gurl under man, who are thou that I am, J''t''adore missionary, who art thou to fuck mmee, fight up courage kindess melting my eternal empathy, who are thou to comfort my hearth, come out mopped floored out ripped tored maybe your here eternally and riding to here
. strong words, stronger drink, just add more water to dilute the drink, good party, maybe hungover, but I'll call you tomorrow
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, April 18, 2011 at 11:28pm.was now hit & out the wazoo, three gone, now it's no longer blue, hit from behind, the color of you, so clear & crytal true, there is love in the air, can you pull it from there, the row, the row, the row, of boats, she's been laid, done paid, been sued & flayed, but let's lift off high to rupture the heavens as the yeast of light, is the bread the batter, the leaven, let's not turn weapons of war & love to weapons of love & hate, eagle's eye the beauty of women to kiss & to thrill not put on a stake, the love you are after let it be the love given, not once, not twice, two times shy, three times living, four more restores, 5 is alive, 6 is the kiss & the licks, 7 is the peace of heaven, 8 is the lay, 9 is over a good time, 10 is for truth & for sure this time, a talk of a slash, is the talk of a dash of spice, a talk of a rip is the talk of a hymen, a talk of a pierce could be the ring of your cat being fed by my finger, or of I rode you to death how could I ever wish that but that you might get ridged & shake so the thighs of you quake, it's like coming again, talking out pleasure from my sorrows to beg steal & borrow from peter paul & mary, to say what the F dan, can't you get a bruddha out, so I'd just scream & shout about, ertocizing the sorrow the act of the begging stealing & borrow, that three days pass than atlast you'll see, the choloroplast of the inner going the macro, the cosomopolitain drinks that are offered will be mingled with the dust of the earth to remember our fathers & where they were buried, I'd love to love, I'd love not to be, but from whence dost thou come, as a warrior for me, the thunder & trumpets the coming of chariots the legs & the ass of rigging the game, that we were all prepaid to be fired in the kiln by the name of the glory of the strongs of the story of a concorde grape of a thwap to the right cheek & a kiss & a giggle, that such as these would be to tease, of the wroth of the war of two gods who battle over the soul & the spirit & the emblem of the who I am of the cult classic pusher, the staff, the key to another world for all eternity, for all creation, not one seperation of the hip, whatever
. LL Cool Jaxx Army of Darkness Goes All World
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Monday, April 18, 2011 at 7:41pm.mother
mother
a woman
a woman
moab
moab
Are father who art in heaven
give us this day our
daily bread &
father forgive us for we have sinned
& we forgive those who've sinned against us
& lead us not into
temptation, but deliver us from evil
for thine be the power & the glory
In the name of the father & the son Jesus & the holy ruach
hallowed be thy name
amen
amen
a man
a man
ammon
ammon
. for we have sinned
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 18, 2011
father forgive us
we art, thou haji
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Monday, April 18, 2011
seamus
sinn-bad
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
too-bad
spring de la fleur
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
challenger
a wonderful thing
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
a woman's heart
waiting for her knight on a horse
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
waiting of pegasus
still on top
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
still under
. yin
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
yang
sin bad
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
too bad
is still gagging for the feel of a scratch
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
her money hand
mother
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
how many miss their
my cat & the sight of here eye out of my mind makes me lose it
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
damn where do
professor X from holland, you're the best for pulling wool on rugs, snow jobs, but please, will you blow my high dough
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
circumcision of mirrors
van allen den of the burger, port lax, vice city, hit me, mimi
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
sweet sixteen stone
will be begging me please may I suck you please, for your words are like coming to me, later you'll see, lol, rofl, asp, psa
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
you"d best believe that whom ever speaks to me
springs like a fountain before summer
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
she wants it missionary cus she's to tired drill that ass for oil
talking it from below now, lol
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
is the bitch still
here am I right, lol, rofl, psa, asp
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
xxx-mas comes early
& hit the first tri-light of the coming of the earlest of a poon day, you'll be the hitman
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
if you shoot for uranus
I'd have better am if I were left handed
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
if eye jaxxed over the aphek of the iris
about if I had my face to the day & had my backwashed by the man
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Sunday, April 17, 2011
eye come off on xxx-mas
.
being on the rag
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 9:45am.shag hag, A bishop, hyssop, succored & sweet, a virgin, never slaine with a lamb, warm up the king, the whither, the chill of the winter done broke his spirit, what could raise the health of a old well stricken yeared man who'd bear the son to rule the earth & the kingdom, not by a bored out hole & a son of some poon, but there'd been for who knows the chronology of things so well wound that it takes ages to refine the visage of it's so wine, sublime, the cast it has on the days of our time, the man who'd be the woman of his dreams, that adonis would desire to have her to wife, & that solomon would cut jah assunder for raising up to the hill of god & pretending to take the throne of such as the honey & the fire as would one prometheus, when men were women & women were men, & niether could be proud of what was said about then, other than to protect the names of the guilty, now whether some ascend by wings of angels on the whispers of night, by the dripping of sweat, does it matter, does it matter what does it matter, my head is a clutter, atp, passing this aperture, or ascending thunderous plunges, fully at a loss, couldn''t tell if it's about blood water, hope love joy cross, money gold clay, faith, nothing is right or left, shag
.
no point to this, just a challengers arms to light, the fight of the necronomicon, the bliss & the love of the necromancer
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 2:01am.if the light in the whispers were cast out to the love of the promise of you life, give up the day to bring me your light, four more to the day of the gods are the way to the day or the three are to be paved that if the candle of white be the stars of the dark of the night, how dare thou, to be the lover of day if I were to forever miss my love of the night, forethere four dogs to the way of the day of the three who come to pave the love to the height of the sky to the utmost of the bull beyond the pasture of the grass do your ass so beautiful bray, but if by sight of the light of the ignite of the fire of my desire do shudder tonight I'll come call at thy door to seal thy lips with the purse of my pelvis to thy grind of thou lovest my skips, to the pound of the thunder over the seas to be you over me, I'd be more inclined to be the day I thrust to the lust of the past of dusk & the scent of thou are the must & my teeth the deer like the musk & the bore of your tears to the roar of my tusks, that I give thou the mission of the contrary, that over thy body I'd be thy greastest desires the pyre the fire the pleasures of the sirens of the sire & the iris over the earth & the fire over the water as the sky rains upon lands that the snakes on the plane will show thou that I am, that I'd be the wish on the star that thou fell far from the shun, now come, festival, feast on my animal, that passover they sees, you under the sky for who doest thou, believe thou that I am, the hawk, the beast of the heads of the hydra for flaming the fire the desires of lust, it's a big bang, it's a big boom, it's a hit from behind as I push you over, & as the eagles have landed over they body to bust the lust of a bang & show you that you will & that thy desires are passed from the other sands to serve me & that, flames of the sun have scorched every, of what is all left that right be passed never, but over, that the gold be the royal & be filled with the brim to the top with the most worthless, that the ash & the clay, what manner of man, that he'd be dashed to bits & tossed out like th trash, who I am, that one be brazzen as a serpent & lifted high for glory, the thundered & the broken the pitcher of wine flicked off the table, & tossed over kidron, the siren the sign the seven you'd never had guessed the gift were the one every you'd pass on by the dieing man on the street for the honored in the palace, though the honor be fleeting, it's not the point, that weed all be tares, the idea wed all be tares is the knowledge that weed all be tares unto the knowledge of the idea that weed all need to be cleaned, & that whether be woman or man weed all need the blood of the lamb, even a sinner as great as darth maul, he'd get his licks in but he got cleaned in the back, & accepted as one who'd you'd never have guessed would have been such a terror or tear anyone up, all in all, as any could say, if a sinner were the greatest of saints how much a fool is it to get cruxed & crushed to love the love of your life who'd wash your feet before she forced you to die, if a fool be strung high, lifted to die cuz he fell for the wrong woman, like anyone would be just never dingled with her valley, he only looked from afar, like a locked up loony, to cry out for the freedom of a gurl, & to fall in love & get hung up, deal out the idea that the son would be first to love the lass like she begged & she needed for to touch her is to be the one who gazez upon medusa, she must be left in her world till her time is full ripe, & she has passed many days, rounded y2k, he fell head long in love for the dove of an incarnate, who loived & is spirit, & by blood left her to be the woman on top, suffers fo it still, so in the sight of the candle of the memory of you & eye to the honey of the spears of the sweet of the daggers, of the love of mine heart to deliver to thou in thine eyes that over the ever, that if ever that the right, be made lef over to both that insight to be right over there & here to the dagers of lovers to the iris of the fire of the sun of the stars be the love of both thou, & that in thine the thou beheld the love & seest tht there is truth for all things, to be you & or me, you we, you we, three two, you, me, women on top, missionary, lovers & the grindhouse of being over & under, fire & spice, sugar & ice, four the dogs have come calling & that they be the post under the bed, & they'd better be powerful, forethere, more floor roar bore, whore thou art the lore the goddess of all I could ever adore, so if the fire of life be the yod of the two peas in a pod then we too, be two that tonight we will put on a helluva fight, bask in the sight of the stars of the night over the ass, of the sight of which I do delight that thy sight be the fire that hits up my desire to be the kings of the sign of the seal of the ring of fire of the iris of the sun in the ky over the soil of the fertile lands who moisten under the falling of the drizle of the hallow of thy thighs to the quenching of the spring time monsons & the rains that are the wet to thy seed that we'll see the life drive out of thy minds to the height of from whence weed all be teared from, that we will hit heights of the stars of the promise of abraham, & the the seeds of the sands that swirl on the shore be the promise we all, all, all, adore, that the seed of the stars be as that of the sands of the lake that the chin knows of great wroth, come up to my heaven my children it is time, the stars are awaiting the sands of the sea that we are, beckon, the stars are the children of the fire the light of the iris of the god of the sight, now come up thou sands of night to be unto light
.
lispers, crystal theatre
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 1:20am.bewitch, the wicked, there are five fires, they are broken, & they are the ring of the promise of the heat of the strait of the narrow, who knows anymore, it's all useless to me, words are how we take them, or give em up.
hades
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
kreator
kreator
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
the bull
the bull
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
alejandro
.
the laying of ash on the mantle, too bad it is full of it is best like the shine on the water, night of the thriller
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
war on the mission is like
the nights that past to fullfil us too
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
tonight's
to howl & cry over too
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
full eyes
I can't wait till I am retired old & grey
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
65
a dove is a helluva bang
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
ring the ding dong
nor east rider
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
missionary
an hour
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
wait
it's a real good message
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
again
I know thy game
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
oh fortress of horns
but yet give, & have no understanding that being a dictator don't give you a brain or a head for a crown
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
the greatest shame are for those whom I top from below, for the tale I pin & ride is greater than those who don't partake,
when the pill I take is the tale I have pinned on my ass
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
the same of the sewer rats can't ascent to my hill
pills my face has shone as the glory of god's mighty hill
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
I know that if I pop enough
is to ascend to the highest hill & leave behind the rats
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
to pop pills
to pop pills is the questions
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
to pop pills or not
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the ignoble, the radiation of chenobyl, is the life after death, & the spear to cut out thy breath
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, April 16, 2011 at 5:57pm.the rule of the north of the littlest horn, to be be hit by the best of the worst, there's a friction, to see fiction leaving the door, the fools of the south who worship some paper, & shove gold up their anal, cuz the sound of the screamming of the robert plants pounding the rocks & the wroth in the back is the greatest hits & the sweetest taboo, or the poisonous ivy for the pleasure of sqautting over golden bowls to shit out a white house would make the earth their own, the woman of the south given in his own to the north then spit out & they lie face to face & the spoil of princes is the waste of the day, that they thought oh how great, but thou art fallen & art not, that the words of the mighty are frowned on through the spear of the sinfullest man & that he'd break every bow of iron & shatter the toes, who'd know that the books of the wicked are the words of the Lord, who'd have geuss that my number is impressed that if any recieve it the woman will not rest to have the heads of those men, that the hair of the witches are the girls who have wings that are within, & those 5 months are near pupped, the beast, who is he, that those who rule creation would hate him, I am, who are you, that they should sing 666 the number of the beast the one for you & me & yet be give backers & not mean it & say that we love it yet hate it so much, who'd know that the greatest fools would believe hook line & stinker the forrest for th trees, if I told you white were black & pointed at white, what would you say, or tell me that day is for night, if I lol'd at your face & saw the glimpse of a crack or a trace to tell you that the land were the ocean would you rub the sand on your motion, what who, when why, is is fo real, am I paul that I'd kill the dove the one I say I love though I rape her & cut off her face to put her in place, what a love, what the woman is to those who are lifted above, the test of al righty is do you have a bird in side or the life of a child, do you have any kids or are you cut off from giving them, where are you, have you fallen on the first to give seed to the stone & raised up a bread of flesh of your own, have you fallen by the second to be hit by the cares of the promise of the wealth of the legions of being a winged angel up high over land hitting the sky like icarus above, have twice been stripped & you fell at your knees to the hollowest of trees the elm of a nightmare to be the mirror you see & to eat poo daddy & recieve the tooth of the serpent who will devour your heels, both the last two too, are you who I say I am, or am I who I say I am, the first crack of delight giving birth to the god of the perfection of the most foul of the gods, seven under, go time, lol, rofl, loves oral linguistics, rages over fucking licking
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to the thrill on the top of the-tr, for I am the theatre of pills you can see me pop them & I do & I brag cuz I am & I will
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
rad, I am the man, for I have ascended
devil on the bouts to being the king of the thrill, the thrills are being on pills
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
rad, I'm so glad I'm the mark of the
they keep me at the top of the thrill high ride up less-tr
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
rad, I love pills
cuz I am the one to tell you that I pop pills like I am goldie hawn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
rats, maybe I am the best
an ascendent master if I pop pills like goldie hawn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
rats, I guess I am
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popping pills & taking tarazadone I am as good as goldie hawn
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
rats so if I am
it's not the lake by the cottage
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
chin of wroth
we fought all night long till we got tired, but the gang of seven couldn't take out us two brothers, givem the left, & the right
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
I awoke to a man in bangkok
& I had stitches where my liver should have been
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
I awoke to a lady in bangkok
& I got aids
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
I did it to the wrong girl
god doing it to us
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
the bible
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the saint
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, April 16, 2011 at 3:18pm.the woman who turned away, fallen, to death, cried for another day, bore up yonder the crux & she was smote hard & by wrath, she cried a river of sorrow, washed the hands of god, there blister a ripple, he stood & he smiled, died did the first & the rocks were piled, holding jackets, give proof to the jest, little did know would die & be the utter of torment by the god of war who flails without mercy upon those who think they are best, so onwaqrd christian solder, to kill the crux & cross, the fine thy fair thy see the zest in thine eyes are pluckled out by the shine of the sky, didst thou utter thy threats to my love, I redeemed the woman, & thou would make her a whore, thou mighty thou rich I told thou repent, at the cross, at the death of my first martyr you are a liar, now just as the woman has paid & now will you, thy time has come before the throne, dost thou knowest thy art in the pit of doom, I gave thou the greatest time & power to carry my words, now thou has turned my dove to her death, thy now as the saint shall be punished to the ultimate of everlasting lives of tormenting of deaths, that as long as you live thou shalt suffer til you die, the crying for mercy is the knowledge that thou has raped my dove to death & thou persecutest my servants, dost thou find it hard to kick the goads, is it easy to know thy fate of thy nation of power & that now is the hour of punishmjents, the cry for mercy is that the little you know that my power is made perfect through weakness & that as the flames rise & you everlasting perish that as there is nothing left of you then that is when you shall live
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who are you, I am, talking about heretofore, the preciptation, of event horizon
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scent of the woman, the bend of the broken, & utter things unspoken, left unsaid, raising the dead, necromancy
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, April 16, 2011 at 2:19pm. when a man loves a woman he'll let her enter her rest, other than that it's a rape at best, or the kicking around of the kitten or cat, gunning down a beautiful thing, hanging a queen on a corner on a bridge, in the middle of america, or at the head of a white house at the corner of the nation put on her a torch to fire her up, & cast her crown to the ground, kicking out the poor for they two mites only, they have the power & glory alone, are right that two sparrows live in the horns of the altar, but eagles left to wander like kites up on high, they have such beauty of sight but the power of arrows are the sharp stick in thine own eye, plucked out that they have not the slightest of clues that thou greatest of the little fools would kill all of your birds for the price of four claws for, I'll buy that four dogs of a dollar, is this thou thy great wisdom that thou not learn hereto fore, but beg at the end that death not crouch at your door, alchemy, drugs, door into summer, one coin to cross sticks, is that why the death of the mighty & the radition of captivity is round the earth & canst contain the globe or mark out the beasts, for one coin is a loss if you need to knock up a woman & all you have is you finger or toy, but if the sinner be no good & cast on the heap, as a girl a wolf treat, than the oven for yous, the manner & banner, let enter the sinner for he is penetint, he is over her sin sio why kill her more
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& darth maul of a ewe, of ill good rapport, spoke well to delight in the colosseum, of sport his love of the man, was the man well not too impressed that, there were lashes 39 some times, & sleepless nights & hard labor, for they transgression versus my dove, though are to be tested so great so as thou shalt be the one the copper will hate, so didst thou well, to the well, the well of my delight, that though thoughtest well to drill her to death at the end of a gun, does the jimmy of cracking corn or the rolling of stones gives one might if the power of god is no where insight, will you write my book to beg me for mercy that you'd kill my wife & destroy the mags of glory, or if you speak well of a lamb will I spare from plucking out your eyes that you'd live out your life but beg me to die, do I care for your children that though chry mighty tears that I'll burn down the hay & the wood & the stubble, & the a violinist will fiddle whilst your glorious hones go down in flames like the home of the room for more hills that a candle shaft of the weak, if you though you'd breath out threats towards the love of my best, how many days & how many ways could I make you regret your dear life & cause you to suffer for my name the one for all your life you will regret that you hated, the one you will regret that you loved, the one to cause you regret the day of your birth, so now did the man thus command so there was a fight, & it was bitter the taste of the rest of thy life, it was a death of a living, it was the end of the love & the torment I had created for you was the act of my forgiving, it was bitter as kicking against spikes
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great are the least though thoughtest a beast, rent, 100 stories can't send
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, April 16, 2011 at 1:41pm. oh father my lord pray non do capture, nor send wicked for wicked, though am & am, pleading for mercy I live at the sea, my foundation is rotten for the sand has done washed, well way is so gone that the grass is charred & the fiss be well soured, I have no food but green notes of wood, but if I eat gold will I stay young & not age till I'm old, there is no rock to found my nation on the beach at the edge of night, for the see I know of chenneroth is good for the swine to dive off, if they died well, that is not nice, but this is the price of sugar & spice purple & thynine, the smoke she ascends & the inscenced are burning, please prat for me
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I'll beg borrow & steal to take what is sweet, cursed your bitterness & the gall of your iniquity
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crack, seal, veil, twain, the blame game, the blood & the llife the truth starts at the way
.by Timotheus Uhrynowich on Saturday, April 16, 2011 at 1:04pm. corn is not enough but alms are the way, vision of the angel of the lord on the desert of the wilderness of the arch of the passage of the trumpet blast, veil twain, ninth hour, crack seal thunder the sea at bay two simons, one day, the chin, the wrath, horns are dull, angel of the lord visit my alms at last
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nigh joppa, no niniveh, to tarshish today
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off tarshish, gone joppa, to niniveh
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
on tarshish, forgot about joppa, even philip heard great, joy in the, city, no more bewtitch for the manner & banner beg out of water to see the gift that fell on the sand of a lubber
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to run all day & the three dog night on joppa
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give love, honor & respect to the belly of the land
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
vessel of gold, vessel of sand, smash the master
now make me honey, come kiss the ring
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
bumble bee, thou used thy sting
thou wore it hard but now thou can walk the level
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
double upon double, thy wears & thy trouble
be brave little sister, thou shalt recieve to judge of a throne
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
cry on my feet thou kissest my sole
but by pain my god was the first to squirm
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
I know thy affliction for I am the worm
my god knows thy heart just wait on the morrow
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
don't be abundant in travail, worry & sorrow
if he could benefit may grace fall from above
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
we saw rebel of the colosium of love
wow, so the father has love for the woman as well
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
what did we see but grace on gentile filth
making love all night long, won't get bored
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
unless it's restored, hip joint, what is the point
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bow down & kneal for thou love like a queen
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
gentile & clean before me
the light in the pupil of the love of your eyes
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
honey of light over iris of sky
thou art, yours
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
light sure heart
silk purse, eyes, birthing hips
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
sow ear lips
silk ear purse
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
sow's ear tongue
brightest stars come play
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
black out day
casting right
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
daggers of light
is that left is now right in it's cast of the line of the light to cause shadow, everything is alright, good night to all
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
all tha't is left, right
sweetest olay
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
blackest day
yours, stars shine, & are
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
fact of dark
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yours heart is light
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
fact of white
little tine
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
mine shine
to see the cast of life from the fear break now to flight
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
insight thou art mine light through the dark of my night
thou ride art my night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
candle shine
sucks to be oui
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
love song de la nuit
light in the eyes of your thighs
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
bump in the night
spice of the night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
light of life
scent of sweet raise higher
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
smoke off the pyre
smoke of desire
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
iris of fire
beauty hale
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
serpent tale
honey in pupil
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
sugar in tongue
eye spears
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
ear hears
square the thump
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
round the bump
leather the face
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
lace the space
star two night
By Timotheus Uhrynowich· Saturday, April 16, 2011
candle of bright
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