Divergence
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Divergence


Divergence



One path is the right path one is the wrong path when there are two paths to choose from it is not ever easy to pick which one she was on. We must examine each path. The first path is the hardest it is TRUST. The other path is truth. Suddenly eye feel the same path for both for trust is truth and truth is trust. After all its for a woman. She is love. She has time for only me and for her real life she takes her sleep and turns her dreams into reality for me. She must have felt the truth in me for there is in me love. Every man has it within him to love a woman sometimes the woman loves the man and returns the love a million times. We have an always love. She must not remember her dreams iff they are bad dreams iff they are good ones and about the love in her then she can share. Joseph had no technicolor dreamcoat in real life his rainbow coat was taken away by bad brothers making money and they dipped his pretty coat into the blood of goats to make it look like poor Joseph had been offed. A dream can be im portent or im potent or dry or wet or strained the only defense to bad dreams is just only to stay awake. Eye have lived too many dreams to die out easily. Iff she will dream good dreams then our dreams will come true and the truth may become the trust and the trust and the truth may become the pathway divergence that she took.

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 Bio degradable a little behind a long Pinocchio nose iff you catch my meaning that eye do have the male appendix is full of white cooing dove noises when my poetry is read to ewe at the end of ewe day time is waning and waxing begins to fall all over you in the form of made up syn tax energy of love like cupid is invisible. Eye take the title and make some beginngings then eye add the text slowly typing every letter of the alphabyte to get the idea across of the what eye want you to understand the meaning of words changes becomes archaic even other languages will not help you in the affronted study of charlax poetry. When eye get about here it should be informing you after eye start down the page again the whole meaning of the poem may change it may only be a new day has come and eye opened my documents again and saw this and tried to finish this this this horrendous. The only real thing you need to remember when viewing my prose is the story find the title read the text after this part is done eye will twist an ending on this and then when that works corrected papers look better now. Did you get my drifting. EYE am CHarlaX he makes prose poetry.

A FACEBOOK Poem

A FACEBOOK Poem




A FACEBOOK Poem





Eye was wondering if ewe were there and then suddenly you commented on a note somewhere and then eye realized eye only have you between the coffee and the cakes the breaks you all take from your real lives inside your happy homes the few moments when we relate to one anothers tomes or quizzes or notes. The leaving and the coming back the hours we all sleep the mortality of friends we keep. The seconds that it takes the lag to open pages the honestly mistaken that we do in haste and not thinking threw the reasons the other people have for posting things not many of the people fall in love with someone just because they aer on facebook and they are nice and then the hate that people have for someone never met eye can't relate but what is love gone south but hate mixed up disguised as missing love. IN a never ending battle with the nerves we all possess between the meals in kitchens never dressed in linen cloth for guests. Forgive me iff eye look for love. In Public and in private places on your Facebook.