ChApt3r F1FtY-5IV3: "d0LLfAc3"

5/16/2017

yellow sun, yellow sun,
would you you would
show me the ropes,
look at us, god of silver,
silver god, together again again together,
the elements,
isotopes.

what is this plan this plan he's concocting,
the red god still locking--
yes it hurts, hurts it does,
i listen to him sing,
sing to the blue moon...
...does he listen, or sing back?

sTanD STill, bLAck.

take it easy guys, don't act silly,
compose yourselves,
oh look! a tiger lily!

i see numbers of a book a book of numbers,
look!
help me god of silver, silver god,
jUST tAkE a LoOk, blAck,
thEy'rE evERywhEre,
buT thEy aLL glOW difFERentLy,
cAREfuL, rESpeCT oUR cHIValry.

yes, I see the buttons buttons and the strange names,
is this the red god's plan to burn our remains?
remains in burning charcoal,
charcoal heart heart of black hole--

pAY atTenTion, BLaCk,
thE rED goD is WAking,
waKING uP.

thERE's oNE moRE, sTILL mISSinG,
whos that that is who,
she's the liar! the trickster!
careful, careful, Mister!

but this dollface can be trusted,
soon we will all be adjusted,
so Mister Truth once you read this,
know that you've taught me well,
you might be the Beast to her Belle,
but I will continue the mission,
i got more to help me with addition,
dont worry, Mister, once the kingdom is full,
there will be no opposition!

youll be proud of me,
and once you heal Mister Zisco,
together we will all be in glee!

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Tortured Poet

I have come to realize that along the endearing journey most people call life, I’ve met (and still am currently meeting) countless numbers of women. However, as sad as this might sound, I haven’t exactly been the nicest guy to most, if not many of them.

It is not because of my actions during the timeframe when I met them, but mostly it is because of the consequences.

For every action there is an equal or worse reaction, and when it comes to the women in my life, this is often the case.
I have always had my best intentions in mind, but something that is recurrent is that my emotions tend to cloud my judgement and tend to get in the way of things.

So let me start at the beginning, recollecting memories, thoughts, and remembering dreams of what happened once, what happened next, and what will continue to happen after.

Welcome to my recollection of true events, true people, but most of all, just the plain and simple God-honest, blunt and painful truth about my Chapters and I.

Don’t expect a happy ending.

This isn’t a fairy-tale.

ChApt3r F1FtY-5IV3: "d0LLfAc3"

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