Slowly creeping its way through an utmost conscience …..
As above to below,
As within to without,
My heart pounding now for there is nothing left deem about the very fact that I am supposed to reconcile every damn thing! its is of a matter of fact imprudently obnoxious of me In this scene which I so without a moment of kindness did I avoid.
at the moment as I may speak of the truth and the very truth that shall never and will never know about seems like a fake illusion! at the very first sight did I fall, tumbling over my own foot…. Ridiculous isn’t it my hurt some how trying its level best to be focused about reality and not my dreams of such. Though it was hard yet I had to make a choice if I was to comprehend the very fact that just sitting there and reading ‘ Ernest hemmingways’ story and keeping my mind filming with his majestic yet salivating figure! He was like a god standing before this saturated eyes….. his speech was like wonderland and thus was his muscles protruding so effortlessly, elegantly yet amazingly beautiful, his veins were like the soft stems of a yellow flower. Thus was I interrupted by the call, hei, take 20!his exquisite figure slowly dispersing beneath my celleberum should I have ever mentioned the very fact that I was astonished looking at his style awaiting some sort of significance.
His white shirt, that hard sandalwood stick, that hat he wore an he hunched so terribly my heart had sunken beneath to wonder why was it that he was just so stoned!his eyes never met with mine but as I kept on reading I figured out that he was loosing it for that moment and apparently he was going! His smile had obdurated me of guard of the very fact that I had once been very stern towards this gentleman and now finding my self yet again to be obstinated to this unworldly commitment that I wonder if he is ready to apprehend. The hot summer had perched me and I was dying to quench thy thirst for the very reason it was damn fucking hot and I could feel my blood drying up, the heat was unbearable and to add onto this concentrated heat those fuckers had to cut the trees and boil us up there! But when the heat subdued and I felt immune to the heat then did my heart and mind wonder of again dreaming about the love that I shall win someday it was predictable though but it was insane of me to accusate this statement of the question concerning dignity. The beauty of her dress, half cut, black and white and how her hair fell above her bust, those curls and those millions of strand of hair that shone to the reflection of those golden rays, as she slowly walked that smile of hers burden away of that answer that she had for that very particular question had stunned me at the very moment I had caught sight of those amazing locks of shine…..her grace was as if a gift so effortless poured out by the almighty ball of fire his them rays whom cries and thus sheds them away with a thought of sorrow of leasing a great beauty that has been such an empowering wisdom for his life eternity that it hurt too much for him to let go till he had to refract all his anger upon us…making us rot and trot above his unatanic doing that bled into each segment of ones heart till there was no more an less about nothing for him to reconcile even though he was in charge and that he holds the key of life corresponding with love I may say. These words of his were like rose petals that slowly intoxicated the air of love… she cried. Her heart stabbed by his words that were so saccharine that even her tears tasted like honey, his gentle manly touch was the soul comforter and to put her heart at easy as his touch was the ice that subdued the heart ache that no other could possibly do so…. As they,
Only he whom holds the key of love,
Able shall he to put a women’s heartache at drow.
The wind; blowing so gracefully and yet the heat had not banished from this earth then did it all began his shimmering and cries in the dark wishing that somehow it would be possible to flee this hell! Yet there is no escape as when darkness has eluded ones shelter and of course it is very certain that he shall not in the slightest motion that he could dig his claws into the dull pavement of painted greyness of the floor and running your ass out of here it was like as if a fucking bull was back at your ass! You could feel the walls talking with you like you were in an asylum all locked up and there you could see the bright neon and its light working with the anesthetic that had intoxicated your blood stream the lake running beneath that saccharine skin and yet then is when you ponder on the very foolish fact of that your heart needs some solace! Then do you fall to your knees and lease those effortless pearls translucent slowly yet steadily accelerating down predisposed by gravity and thus falling onto the grey ground. Your heart all weaken and your sinew all deaden at the very point , how you cried for saving her and then it all comes to life the cycle of faith and some how you knew that you were entangled by love and her beauty was your weakness and nevertheless your addiction of ecstasy the part that plays a great role in your deviance and when the corporal comes in to rerect your files to put before the jury you have already known the answer of the jury like a physic whom can tell what is the future and that every moment of his life long in prison was just a very sudicious event and that he whom could win your case was a great masterpiece of his very presence on earth for only the cold deep beneath buried under that moist soil a solemn cadaver lay there and only that famine creature shall perish with the answer for there was no evidence to put him out of these psychosis! How your heart had tend to its greatest sorrow in falling apart and that if the jury had befallen to your unconscious mind he would know the answer if you are innocent or guilty. Stupendously you fall into a whimpering of cascades and never to be seen again.
Toms mind was over her, her alluring physique that made him smile all the time ant those wonderful nights beneath the moonlight that had blanketed them, at green road valley in those down unhygienic apartments did they make love, his first ever kiss and the first time he had felt the warmth of love, so bare did they lay in the shivering cold but they cuddled up together as an effort of being warm, the blood gushing through them was what that had kept them warm and happy. Yet it seemed such a short time that they had made love. He could hear her whispers feeling his seed beneath and how she love him. Her way of defining her love towards him was forsaken for she bare a child in her and the joy she had they both had! Finance did not really matter as he was happy that she was happy. She was a gifted seraph and nothing matters to him then her happiness, they had the best time that no other couples could have gotten for they were free but then war broke off and left them estranged though the letters were of no use if he could not feel her warmth again, he could not feel those exquisitely cupped bust neither could he dance under her showering love leaving his sexuality aside he could not live with the very fact that he was unable to say good bye like a gentleman would, he did not reckon that he would come home alive to his wife and kids. Yet how his words of those had tore him apart for his words was like a blight to his life!
When the trinity bus sucked up by army soldiers he did realize that he was now free and that he would be able to once again see his wife and the third member of their life a child! His heart all dancing with happiness as he would be able to see her again and smell those fragrant smell of her perfume and her gold lock and how she’d make those scrumptious pancakes with the monosaccharide maple syrup! He skipped to the rhythm danced his heart out and he had elapsed the fact of those moments in the army where he had killed so many humans and blood had splattered all over his uniform, how he’d felt so nausea tic towards the scene of blood!.... as he trottet of home his boots hitting the pebble imprinted into the cold cement and the sounds of his arrival seemed so uninviting for when he had reached his home it was dark his wife was not there to invite him in with hugs and kisses his heart hurt by that fact but then he had considered that maybe a poor mother whom had to feed her child was exhausted and that she was happy to sleep. This made him happy too. He opened the door and walked it but with his jovile heart he walked up, lilly are you awake honey? His heart pounding but he was astonished to find his wife not in bed and the white sheets seemed untouched and there were rose petals above the mattress, then deciding on the very fact that she was hiding he opened the cupboard swiftly and there was still no sign of her, there was no sign of his child too….
Oughta she’d be cryin her tonsils out?he pondered.
Thus when the exhaustion stabbed him his eyes heavy he had fallen onto the soft supple mattress and there did he lay sleeping soundly of a days work . his grace had shone and compromising with night did he shine with all his love towards mankind. Tom had awakened and ran down when he realized that she was missing , the milk was still in the carton untouched but at this very point there was this awful, pungent smell like asif the main sewer had had a leak, it did not cross his mind of the consequences that may befall of his absence. Leaving a beauty exposed to humans whom have no heart and thus no love for gods creation! It did hit mind that there was a great possibility that all his love, his efforts and those unreplied letters, those nights he had made love confessing his heart to her, was all to be known as he slowly opened the hidden door which she called’ the magic doorway’ the smell grew stronger and more concentrated and there was this little fly buzzing at its knob and his eye socket grew heavy with tears that he was unable to prevent! His heart weakened and his had shivering to unlock the door for what he was to see was pictured in his mind and he did know that beyond this step there was no more lilly or a child what is left is this anguish that shall haunt him in the darker moments but he became strong for there could be a possibility that it was not what he had pictured, he unlocked it and protruded his scalp slowly to see and yes she was there, all the blood drained out of her and her heart and a few organs were out of place. It reminded him of the case that had occurred in the 70s about a man who had done surgeries on prostitutes as a way of easing himself. He was called the ripper as to the way he ripped their abdomen out in the most disgusting way you could feel your intestine jumping out and ur bile rising to your trachea ! there blood enough to stain him at what a coincidence that the police had arrived at a point to arrest him. This to put his]m as a convict of murder.
Well it was and will be up to the jury to be the reason for him to be a convict. To put is miseries at bay, to allow him to walk out of those doors to realize that he had no use in surviving the war nor was it suffice to serve the country for this is how they repay you. If only he had perished in the war then maybe he would have been reunited with her even after death it was hard to remind himself that it was the better of the worst!
He was freed that very year when the had realized that he was not the murderer but the case was never solved for they never found the convict of this inhumane act. It was said that dear lilly was sacrificed in a satanic ritual as she had the heart of love and she bare a child of god. Her blood was drained not efficiently as it had left a lot of marks on her. It was also recovered that her head had later been chopped off when her body was taken to the mortuary. There were two men convicted of raping and killing her for satanic ritual but later freed for they had no hard proof. One of the convict had said that he will not reveal for he rather die for satan than die by him! Some had said that there was a well beyond the gates of green river valley where it is hidden beneath the ground of those church and there is where she lay, he head, heart and blood including certain organs were sacrificed here. Tom did not want to listen to these foolish stories as she remain as an angel in his heart.
As above to below,
As within to without,
My heart pounding now for there is nothing left deem about the very fact that I am supposed to reconcile every damn thing! its is of a matter of fact imprudently obnoxious of me In this scene which I so without a moment of kindness did I avoid.
at the moment as I may speak of the truth and the very truth that shall never and will never know about seems like a fake illusion! at the very first sight did I fall, tumbling over my own foot…. Ridiculous isn’t it my hurt some how trying its level best to be focused about reality and not my dreams of such. Though it was hard yet I had to make a choice if I was to comprehend the very fact that just sitting there and reading ‘ Ernest hemmingways’ story and keeping my mind filming with his majestic yet salivating figure! He was like a god standing before this saturated eyes….. his speech was like wonderland and thus was his muscles protruding so effortlessly, elegantly yet amazingly beautiful, his veins were like the soft stems of a yellow flower. Thus was I interrupted by the call, hei, take 20!his exquisite figure slowly dispersing beneath my celleberum should I have ever mentioned the very fact that I was astonished looking at his style awaiting some sort of significance.
His white shirt, that hard sandalwood stick, that hat he wore an he hunched so terribly my heart had sunken beneath to wonder why was it that he was just so stoned!his eyes never met with mine but as I kept on reading I figured out that he was loosing it for that moment and apparently he was going! His smile had obdurated me of guard of the very fact that I had once been very stern towards this gentleman and now finding my self yet again to be obstinated to this unworldly commitment that I wonder if he is ready to apprehend. The hot summer had perched me and I was dying to quench thy thirst for the very reason it was damn fucking hot and I could feel my blood drying up, the heat was unbearable and to add onto this concentrated heat those fuckers had to cut the trees and boil us up there! But when the heat subdued and I felt immune to the heat then did my heart and mind wonder of again dreaming about the love that I shall win someday it was predictable though but it was insane of me to accusate this statement of the question concerning dignity. The beauty of her dress, half cut, black and white and how her hair fell above her bust, those curls and those millions of strand of hair that shone to the reflection of those golden rays, as she slowly walked that smile of hers burden away of that answer that she had for that very particular question had stunned me at the very moment I had caught sight of those amazing locks of shine…..her grace was as if a gift so effortless poured out by the almighty ball of fire his them rays whom cries and thus sheds them away with a thought of sorrow of leasing a great beauty that has been such an empowering wisdom for his life eternity that it hurt too much for him to let go till he had to refract all his anger upon us…making us rot and trot above his unatanic doing that bled into each segment of ones heart till there was no more an less about nothing for him to reconcile even though he was in charge and that he holds the key of life corresponding with love I may say. These words of his were like rose petals that slowly intoxicated the air of love… she cried. Her heart stabbed by his words that were so saccharine that even her tears tasted like honey, his gentle manly touch was the soul comforter and to put her heart at easy as his touch was the ice that subdued the heart ache that no other could possibly do so…. As they,
Only he whom holds the key of love,
Able shall he to put a women’s heartache at drow.
The wind; blowing so gracefully and yet the heat had not banished from this earth then did it all began his shimmering and cries in the dark wishing that somehow it would be possible to flee this hell! Yet there is no escape as when darkness has eluded ones shelter and of course it is very certain that he shall not in the slightest motion that he could dig his claws into the dull pavement of painted greyness of the floor and running your ass out of here it was like as if a fucking bull was back at your ass! You could feel the walls talking with you like you were in an asylum all locked up and there you could see the bright neon and its light working with the anesthetic that had intoxicated your blood stream the lake running beneath that saccharine skin and yet then is when you ponder on the very foolish fact of that your heart needs some solace! Then do you fall to your knees and lease those effortless pearls translucent slowly yet steadily accelerating down predisposed by gravity and thus falling onto the grey ground. Your heart all weaken and your sinew all deaden at the very point , how you cried for saving her and then it all comes to life the cycle of faith and some how you knew that you were entangled by love and her beauty was your weakness and nevertheless your addiction of ecstasy the part that plays a great role in your deviance and when the corporal comes in to rerect your files to put before the jury you have already known the answer of the jury like a physic whom can tell what is the future and that every moment of his life long in prison was just a very sudicious event and that he whom could win your case was a great masterpiece of his very presence on earth for only the cold deep beneath buried under that moist soil a solemn cadaver lay there and only that famine creature shall perish with the answer for there was no evidence to put him out of these psychosis! How your heart had tend to its greatest sorrow in falling apart and that if the jury had befallen to your unconscious mind he would know the answer if you are innocent or guilty. Stupendously you fall into a whimpering of cascades and never to be seen again.
Toms mind was over her, her alluring physique that made him smile all the time ant those wonderful nights beneath the moonlight that had blanketed them, at green road valley in those down unhygienic apartments did they make love, his first ever kiss and the first time he had felt the warmth of love, so bare did they lay in the shivering cold but they cuddled up together as an effort of being warm, the blood gushing through them was what that had kept them warm and happy. Yet it seemed such a short time that they had made love. He could hear her whispers feeling his seed beneath and how she love him. Her way of defining her love towards him was forsaken for she bare a child in her and the joy she had they both had! Finance did not really matter as he was happy that she was happy. She was a gifted seraph and nothing matters to him then her happiness, they had the best time that no other couples could have gotten for they were free but then war broke off and left them estranged though the letters were of no use if he could not feel her warmth again, he could not feel those exquisitely cupped bust neither could he dance under her showering love leaving his sexuality aside he could not live with the very fact that he was unable to say good bye like a gentleman would, he did not reckon that he would come home alive to his wife and kids. Yet how his words of those had tore him apart for his words was like a blight to his life!
When the trinity bus sucked up by army soldiers he did realize that he was now free and that he would be able to once again see his wife and the third member of their life a child! His heart all dancing with happiness as he would be able to see her again and smell those fragrant smell of her perfume and her gold lock and how she’d make those scrumptious pancakes with the monosaccharide maple syrup! He skipped to the rhythm danced his heart out and he had elapsed the fact of those moments in the army where he had killed so many humans and blood had splattered all over his uniform, how he’d felt so nausea tic towards the scene of blood!.... as he trottet of home his boots hitting the pebble imprinted into the cold cement and the sounds of his arrival seemed so uninviting for when he had reached his home it was dark his wife was not there to invite him in with hugs and kisses his heart hurt by that fact but then he had considered that maybe a poor mother whom had to feed her child was exhausted and that she was happy to sleep. This made him happy too. He opened the door and walked it but with his jovile heart he walked up, lilly are you awake honey? His heart pounding but he was astonished to find his wife not in bed and the white sheets seemed untouched and there were rose petals above the mattress, then deciding on the very fact that she was hiding he opened the cupboard swiftly and there was still no sign of her, there was no sign of his child too….
Oughta she’d be cryin her tonsils out?he pondered.
Thus when the exhaustion stabbed him his eyes heavy he had fallen onto the soft supple mattress and there did he lay sleeping soundly of a days work . his grace had shone and compromising with night did he shine with all his love towards mankind. Tom had awakened and ran down when he realized that she was missing , the milk was still in the carton untouched but at this very point there was this awful, pungent smell like asif the main sewer had had a leak, it did not cross his mind of the consequences that may befall of his absence. Leaving a beauty exposed to humans whom have no heart and thus no love for gods creation! It did hit mind that there was a great possibility that all his love, his efforts and those unreplied letters, those nights he had made love confessing his heart to her, was all to be known as he slowly opened the hidden door which she called’ the magic doorway’ the smell grew stronger and more concentrated and there was this little fly buzzing at its knob and his eye socket grew heavy with tears that he was unable to prevent! His heart weakened and his had shivering to unlock the door for what he was to see was pictured in his mind and he did know that beyond this step there was no more lilly or a child what is left is this anguish that shall haunt him in the darker moments but he became strong for there could be a possibility that it was not what he had pictured, he unlocked it and protruded his scalp slowly to see and yes she was there, all the blood drained out of her and her heart and a few organs were out of place. It reminded him of the case that had occurred in the 70s about a man who had done surgeries on prostitutes as a way of easing himself. He was called the ripper as to the way he ripped their abdomen out in the most disgusting way you could feel your intestine jumping out and ur bile rising to your trachea ! there blood enough to stain him at what a coincidence that the police had arrived at a point to arrest him. This to put his]m as a convict of murder.
Well it was and will be up to the jury to be the reason for him to be a convict. To put is miseries at bay, to allow him to walk out of those doors to realize that he had no use in surviving the war nor was it suffice to serve the country for this is how they repay you. If only he had perished in the war then maybe he would have been reunited with her even after death it was hard to remind himself that it was the better of the worst!
He was freed that very year when the had realized that he was not the murderer but the case was never solved for they never found the convict of this inhumane act. It was said that dear lilly was sacrificed in a satanic ritual as she had the heart of love and she bare a child of god. Her blood was drained not efficiently as it had left a lot of marks on her. It was also recovered that her head had later been chopped off when her body was taken to the mortuary. There were two men convicted of raping and killing her for satanic ritual but later freed for they had no hard proof. One of the convict had said that he will not reveal for he rather die for satan than die by him! Some had said that there was a well beyond the gates of green river valley where it is hidden beneath the ground of those church and there is where she lay, he head, heart and blood including certain organs were sacrificed here. Tom did not want to listen to these foolish stories as she remain as an angel in his heart.
there lilly lay beneath the heart of the world,
lonely yet with the guidance of satan,
i have what she had been searching for,
the love and freedom that tom had no idea of!
