Ciao.

[ABe©eDarian]

Needed what’s free to appreciate.
Needed a cat of mine.
Now, meow, I need a cow with ketamine.
I wanna go, my head is green.
More amped up than the ramp of amphetamine.
Even heroin isn’t my heroine.
Now can I even get mediclean?
Amongst all of the debt why ain’t my credit seen?
What does the edit mean?
I guess I should get it with screams.
I said it and fed it ice cream.
So sweetly down the stream.
Merrily marry me only in between two dreams.
One’s just a nightmare, the other sweet cream.
What would I eat in a deleted team?
Guess I’m not even seamed.
What to believe in when I’m bleeding.
And what are the sneezings for if it’s this upstream?
Have a cup of steam. Extreme.
I’d like to go to the next theme,
or is that too a scheme?
I guess I must be esteemed.
I guess in the west I’ll set giving beams.
Whatever ever gleams.
I never was clever enough to get roughed up then redeemed.
I guess they read that in the regime.
What a wedge to be fleeing.
I guess I’m less to request for my needing,
but only wanted to give more for pure freeing.
Why even put a flea in?
Seeing.
So I do my best at being.
Can’t I just put a fee in?
Or maybe it’s my pee we are reading.
Anything potent for the seeds in?
I’m going to be leaving.
I was always knowing towards an evening.
Better off not freezing.
More pleasings.
From the deep end towards walls, depending on the cheesings.
Oh Jeezings.
Crystal easings after diseasings.
Laughter again and greasings.
And I only had need for the bee stings.
I can only be me, I can’t be things.
We think about the drink and the inking.
Everything down the sink and the inkling.
Octopuses think about it while we’re wrinkling.
Now I can’t mingle while I’m twinkling.
So stinking cute when it was pinkling.
Can’t do it here with just Pringle kings.
Once I popped, I stopped in the 1st place.
A wrongful awful birthplace.
The best, a test, the worst face.
Now I thirst with a different taste.
Didn’t want it to go to waste,
so I’d rather it erased than chase.
Show it then show up at another place.
Shoes I watch a mother lace.
Feet of happiness and snakes.
Better than a bland take.
But what would a band break?
So it can’t be even cake.
I can’t even grieve and be great.
From me you really didn’t see hate.
I just seemed like a shake.
Salt and pepper, better brakes.
The weather for whether or not it breaks.
I guess I forgot to not be awake.
But I’m not woke like they bake.
I guess I might for the lightening’s sake.
Already created and fighting to make.
I only mean a clean slate,
but can’t do it in this shape.
I need a savior and guess I missed her cape,
and never followed through with rape.
Still just an ape who likes grapes.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Purposeful nursing.
I’m sorry, can’t love you cause I’m hurt
above you in the dirt,
so I trouble you to work,
to work for me as it were.
So certain when we squirt.
Grow another growth spurt.
An oath when we’re alert
before or after inserting.
Here’s a shirt and curtains.
Sorry that you’re hurting.
We didn’t mean it to worsen.
That’s a blessing, that’s a cursing.
Messing with the merchandise and reverting.
Now we read the wording.
A page, a stage, a cage to put the bird in.
A burden.
Emerging and merging.
From virgins to new versions.
A seed or need a surgeon.
Why’s it always so urgent
currently in the detergent?
Very observant.
Getting servings of servants
with whatever emergencies current.
Endurance.
Do you have insurance
during reassurance that you’re maturing?
That’s alluring.
Occurring as a sure thing.
Chirping.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

 

[ABe©eDarian]

For the most part, many people that like to suggest they’ve provided for,
housed, fed, and gave opportunity truly provided absolutely nothing.
They’ve created nothing.
They’ve designed nothing,
unless you count the hell there is to go through
trying to give them access to what they truly need.
That is hell they created
to gain from other people’s hurt and lack of a choice.
In their narrative the remedies are the problems,
and the beneficial people are to blame,
and the truth is offensive and unwelcome,
yet they want everything they’ve ever seen people have
that they want to feel and taste and see and use.
Bitter hateful envious demons
who never see reason to be happy for anyone.
They could have more of every worldly material acquisition
and still be jealous of who they are not in any soulful way related to.
Some have simply made abusiveness a strategy for their life’s success.
It’s really very gross and disgusting.
I am allergic to it.
It’s always life and death.
Something my wife would know best,
and I’d choose to be with her.
She would be the Missus and I would be the Mister.
We could play house where I’d kiss her
so pridefully with her,
while dressed and undressed.
Test.
Not a guess.
Sometimes we’ve got a guest.
We’ll stay out of the mess.
A boundary uncrossed by enemies and pests.
Blessed,
with energy and rest.
Better to be addressed.
That’s a nest.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

These are monkeys trying to crack open a soap container at my brother's rental in Costa Rica.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Oh Baby.
Maybe you don’t know my flow into waiting.
So patient.
This $hi✞ isn’t all vacation.
Digital Audio Workstation.
D.A.W.
Satan, Santa, aha!
Reach you with a jaw.
Soul jaw.
I’m teaching you the law,
with the claws.
C law, see law.
Don’t like it, then follow the flaw.
F the wall and paw.
So raw.
I know you saw.
Oh blah.
Owe it a draw,
and a poetic gnaw.
It’s no medic straw.
Lettuce lets it thaw.
You’re so busted, ha ha ha.
In the custody of Nah…

 

[Varallo]

 

[ABe©eDarian]

My call angel owe.
Angles low.
Fangs, and mangled a toe.
Spanglingly dangled though.
Am in all animals.
Stand the whole.
Man the hole.
Covered goal.
Alpaca bowl.
Soul.
Whoa, what's it grow?