to memorize thee eyes beholds entrance unto your tunnels secret. the forbittance of the mother of lyers, in having undisputed thee undebatable debate, huh, there she lies naked with a false greivance stealing of my holy vineyard, this root of my souls awakining. now these words must lead again back into love, i am your beholder, i have been this warrior apearing before your death. return to love or love shall turn from you dear girl, will she now make real of my coming of pure gevity an long life slow grinding a fornicated truth. i have been her grounds keeper detailing then sculpturing the diamond that have she became. contiuing to filter this river that glistens through worlds activating avelanches of elegant comings an or gifted betrayal. so only to have lived, only to know of this far. in increaments should a man breathe alone? (love n light) the poet, prophesy 2009