Ciao.

[rkba]

ABe©eDarian,

You awesome spring of creations,
Bellowing from the deep,
Mines out of striations,
Nuggets for us to steep.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Love is enough for each other before we have kids.
Can’t abort what I did and can’t abort my play.
But I’ll resort to it anyway.
How much does the penny pay?
How much does plenty weigh?
Now touch the friendly way.
I used to be too many to stay.
Now I’m empty, hurray.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

I guess it is and it isn’t
how I’d like to go fishing.
A halfway enlightening mission
back into the dark
where I’ll park
with the sparkle of contradiction.
It’s been a lot of friction,
but I guess it’s well wishing.
Very dumbfounded with a little bit of wisdom,
and I guess it’s just me that it’s kissing.
Listened.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

It don’t change the ending with no pretending.
And the strange things I’m sending.
Basically a blending.
Stays at my crown or my face can be their bedding.
I get around the netting at times when they’re letting.
Never forgetting what I’m getting.

As it’s me that is doing the petting,
what am I winning in the wedding?

If the cake can break the breading
for all of the snakes we are shedding,
then on what are we betting?
Full of and covered with whatever’s spreading.

See, these are the settings I find upsetting
down beneath my bleeding and sweating.
Good evening to the webbing and the living in mittens.
I am the pet of my kittens. Heaven.
What a bitch, it’s an itch, times seven.
It all rhymes with eleven.

So I know I won’t question my ascension,
or the cat in the hat and it’s profession.
Just need to get freshened for a session
and take lessons in succession.
I guess it would be more essential than obsession.
No need to make up or fake an expression.
It’s all at my discretion.
Deep resting with no depression,
and hoping I’m digesting.
Opened all my presents.
Guessing?
Blessings.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

To make sense of insanity.
Went to calamity,
and not what I want the plan to be
in life.
But it’s the hand it’s handing me
twice.
And I don’t like to gamble with the dice,
but I roll them nice.
If I could only hold the golden heist,
then drop it as your right with no fights.
As if because of the soul that will sell
that’s the devil and that’s Christ at these heights,
sometimes freezing in the limited lights
enlightened with what bites on a small night.
Alright.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Testing hydraulics.
Believing in leaving it best acknowledged.
Under the dressing college.
Confessing, polished.
More or less abolished or merely demolished.
Low on the gas and too much out your a$$
or eating large and taking small $hit$.
Where does my di©k stand if I am a man with tall tit$?
Would the tall miss the smallest when their fall hits?
It’s all gritz.
I guess we could all call it knowledge of when tall sits.
It’s the call, get to be still for a bit
to organize my $hit
before rising in a fit.
I pray to see old agony unbit,
recovered to be newly new after the duality and split
to admit benefit and get the acquittal on it and what it gets,
though I’m glad to be sipped.
Into me it dipped. That’s what I get.
If it’s tragic to not work is it magic to be lit?
I do what I don’t quit.
No sort of product I’ll go flip
just what’s out my lip.
I’d shout down from the bottom that I doubt what’s at the tip,
but I don’t sail in the ship.
I just mail in my trip.
Chips.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

 

[ABe©eDarian]

I've come to the conclusion that I have to be a full catman. Halfway in another dimension always, occasional catnip, shiny coat, occasionally scratching at itches, but being too bloodthirsty to give a fu©k what eats me less than I eat wtf I want. I do not care about the moral repercussions as I've already been through hell and will likely continue to while being pretty stoic to observers.

I've also come to the conclusion that if people are ongoingly planning to be turds past the age of 50+ then maybe I should let the cats in this house eat them and shit them into the litterboxes for appropriate scooping into the litter genies and into the trash.

I'll use products for my rash.

I'm usually itchy or have a headache. When the headache is severe enough it cancels out the itch but that's hardly convenient. How disturbed would you be?... if you were expected to be a rockstar or something for other people's glory, fame, popularity and fortune while it didn't do anything for you because you're not trying to prove any worth to anybody and you're trying to give everybody something valuable and informative?

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Getting the chip off my shoulder
and hitch out of my stride.
This bi✞ch is about pride
but I just want a ride out from the inside.
I just tried to win wide
but it seems it goes narrow.
Either way it’s straight as an arrow.
Not any harder with the card of tarot
or lower than the flight of a sparrow.
If it leaves me alone in my bones with the marrow
I’ll just be a pharaoh of a scare though
as if it’s not the fairest with the there yes and there no.
Like where did their flair go?

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Up high. A pie.
Grippings on a pawn, two sides to die.
I spy with my little eye toy soldiers so tied,
and all I have to do is slide away fried.
I guess it’s a ride for my pride in stride
away from what wrongly guides,
demands I beg to differ,
and only gives the hides that they hide.
I guess I want to thrive while alive.
And that’s all I’ve got for my bride.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

I’m not a scientific thinker in all ways.
I’m a scientific thinker in some ways.
In the hallways.
In the subways.
If I’m complying terrifically with the small days
it becomes specific to the stalled ways.
I don’t go anywhere inside
of a giant ride of tall praise.
But my balls would be some called strays.
I shot bullets and hauled blades.
But it’s all spades for grades
when no one is making a trade
for the age.
So I think I’ll think alright and write a page
and be a mage
who’s only a magician of one stage.
The craziness of his wage.
And the playlists of the straightest other page.
Caged.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Trying to give it a try.
Dying to live it and die.
Getting low is getting high
where you know it to lay.
Owing the truth if you’re going to lie
with an open eye.
Sail in a boat to the yolk of the pie,
and then soak in the flies.
Does honey catch the prize?
Sunrise.
Set and setting Sir.
It only comes in one size.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

If we called it my spoiled rotten brain
would it mean it gets comfort yours doesn’t
or would it mean it went bad?
Either way I’ve gone mad
and that’s thanks to what I have.
There’s more gravity to my half
and I have to be glad it got grabbed.
The habits are all had
and I make results in the lab.
If you please the culprit, congrats.
You’ll get a shortcut to be rats
as more come out to cats,
but it aint about the stats.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Broken record whacked out of center of the dance
as if I enter it by chance.
As if I’m a pretender when I’m planted
and landed with no plans.
My plan did get the gist of it, my plan did hit the pans.
My plan did cancel cancer to my clan
in some of the ways it plays your tan.
Anyways, it’s already a crime that I’m a man.
Spend a dime on calling you and not a dime on who I am,
but it’s fluidly climbing
just to die from trying that jam.
Only if a lion gets you open can a lion eat from cans.
Otherwise it becomes a scam
for silence of the lambs and spam.
As if Grandma’s got no hands.
I don’t think you know the depth of real bands.
I’ll try and commit true and push it through my glands
but I’m my own brand.
I wouldn’t decide with who makes candy for some fans.
I know the bigger part gets banned.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Hat in the ring.
Rap again, the happening.
Moment maker.
Important gigs.
Of course it is. Traveling.
I am a disproportionate blob of potential
that is hard to deal with from all sides,
with all positive results needing to be half-retarded at all times.
Some winged birds and tall crimes.
Some big words with small rhymes.
I’m all stalled if my balls shine.
It’s all y’all’s if it calls mine
as I answer with my mind.
High is up a tree when you stand up behind.
Why’s it make you see if the plants are all blind?
Why would I need a plan if there’s a chance I’m being designed?
I’m a card, I’m a star, I’m a hand I’m gonna find.
To handle the plan, dismantle a sign.
But what if I’m cancelled by these dimes?
I’ll love it and call it my prime.
All of the time.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

I’m just a burden for people.
A bird in hand, unequal.
Some sequel.
Everyone tells me I’m against the law
and nobody tells me I’m legal.

So I want to leave as an eagle,
but some will just say I’m evil.
I try to climb past upheaval
but still need a retrieval.

I guess what I eat will just eat y’all
and be lethal.
I’m just it’s seat with it’s feet on my easel.
They wish again to be positioning the fetal.
I go poor with no more needles,
but will Jesus be peaceful?

It’s deceitful.
Is the beast full?
Did it hit or make it’s mark?
If only the art made me gleeful.
I flow at the beat then go feeble.
At least I’m not just ego,
but am I an amigo?
There, a fire.
Jeremiah Sico.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

 

[ABe©eDarian]

I came and I lost.
Is that savings or cost?
Am I aiming at the boss?
I’m not blaming the sauce,
the egg or the cross.
I can’t beg to be your thoughts,
or drag you into walks
with shoes on, maybe socks.
To the grave they make exhaust
as the baby gets blocked.

Tossed.
Like those should be the laws.
See my claws go on and off.
I’m not what you bought from the frost while aloft,
and I’m not all you want while I haunt.

Watch.
Time gets told and grows old on the clock.
The gold that gets locked.
The softest rocks.
You can’t know what I got, you can’t deposit my cock.
Go ahead and tell on me, it’s not God that bit my cops.
Jealousy for hops and a felony for flops.
It pours drops.
No doctor at the top and no crops.
Nothing in boxes and nothing in stock at the shops
knocking over slops.

Locks.
Approximately on the spot.
Renaissance.
Why would I be high watts?
Fly me to lots, I won’t go tiny into pots.
The pan can be caught.
The fish are fishy, I fought.
Suspicious, I do the dishes, I rot.
Is this my shot?
I just bleed, it’s why I clot.
I don’t squat as an astronaut.
I cannot.
The grass grows where it stopped.
The trees grow, then it’s hot.
What’s the plot?
I see a flea, I pee a lot.
Test me and you’ll be taught.
Is the best you are just testicular snot?
What do you concoct?
Beam me up Scott.
That was a flock Pop.
Top-notch.
Naturally, swat.
The mosquitos I will squash.

Washed.
Your jury performs surgeries, botched.
And it all comes down to cloth,
nothing, one thing, or a dusty sloth.
I must just be a catastrophic cough
in the custody of a trough
pigging out and wafting away with a cause
because I’m what was and still will be lost.
And how grand the land of Oz,
down under where the man don’t have paws.

Let’s ask MoM for a pause.
Applause as my jaw withdraws.
Gunshot wounds, they’ll soon get some gauze.
Or did you want dumb straws?
And those are yummy flaws?
Oh, the picture this draws.
Then you get some pawns.
Dawns. Gone.
I’m not setting up the lawn for frauds.
Is it even or odd for the dogs?
Do you believe in cats that actually see facts through the fog?
Where does all this belong
if the owl is a frog?
With all of what was
and all of what is
will you be a hog?
A bee reads my blog.
If a Honey is an egg, I won’t beg to make her Nogg.
How much braver is the savior’s epilogue?
And where has the apple gone?
Did they make the map all wrong?
Know a head and go ahead and grapple with my song.
Getting high all along.
Fall and follow along.
Guess some need to yawn at the gong.
G on G.
Wasn’t me who peed on the economy’s peons to feel strong.
And fu©k Donkey Kong’s barrels.
I bare all and his bitch will be gone.
I’m not even Mario, I’m itchy, I’m a Swan.
Tom, I’m taller than your Harry, Dick, and gone.
Who wonders about the psalm, daily bread, and beyond?

[Edited to change the c to a © within the 4-letter-word as per 'the rules' like I usually do to be extra considerate of them, which is really very silly.]

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Iron i Call Y.
MiC Dr. Op.
TY $on.

Smaller picture is a bigger deal in the middle, a little squashed.
Look at this, what a riddle, watch.

 

[ABe©eDarian]