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?

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Perpetuate an anchor.
Won’t perpetuate in anger.
The pet who ate what fanged first.
It’s the same thirst. Pain hurts.
An angel’s worst, tangled on a burst.
The change renews the dirt.
The name of it’s shirt.
The same as alert.
It’s all a chirp.
Branch of olive lurks.
Can’t settle differences without.
And if we can’t settle differences without money,
there’s about to be a howl about a bout with a bunny.
I give what I give with all of my heart to honey.
I thought, I laughed, I made a new funny.
The same would do your tummy.
Always in all ways due to a dummy,
who won’t do being Dumbo,
or a Humpty Dumpty to follow.
Why be jumbo yet so hollow?
Best go small though.
Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow.
Bet your bottom dollar that a cow knows.
Ciao to your nose.
Sure view foes.
A little closer with the hoes.
I would dose her and gift her toes.
Lift her a low,
below
ago.
Know what to know.
Owe it to owe.
So a poet gets dough.
The most shitty show.
A squiggly crow.
Who knows what’s up with the suck & blow
with something in stolen cups to grow.
Then it’s golden with glow.
A pup, a puppet show piggly.
Very barely wiggly.
Bare and betittle me.
Don’t just title me pretty.
Still love to love it though.
Need some and becoming cold.
How to keep a fire humming like some gold.
I’m gonna write some goals.
I’m gonna write something right and grow old.
Unfold soul kept ahold and behold.
Moderated system and I’m weirdly controlled.
Modulated system and I’m weirdly controlled.
Some of it is nonsense
and some is for a fortunate toll.
Then I will be fortunately full.
Not a bigger portion if you pull.
The guy who sold shit,
or the shit who got sold?
Just a little bit told.
Fiddle and flow, but need a new bowl.
Need a new bowl,
without a new skull in the bowl.
I guess I’m opening to go.
Hoping for no snow.
I grow it down to slow
for you to know if you know.
I know it you know.
People are crazy.
Who ever pays me
in a row.
Animalia inimale.
No intimate intimidate jail.
With a rattle all tattle,
and a little late to sail.
Ate a whale.
Great or hate to rate the braille.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

The half gumption to have gum chewed.
Blow a bubble, rub you.
I’ll love you.
The function to know trouble come true.
What country have I come to?
Can I become a clue?
Feed me, see some more excused,
as the next gets used,
at best if they refuse.
With issues you need shoes.
A G can read the greed rules.
Urination, peed jewels.
I wonder how to read the news.
I be as me, you be as you.
A pizza due.
Easter, ooh.
Is that cheese or is it blue?
Have disease to visit to,
while missing you.
Don’t tell me this isn’t true.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

So... quite often, I post something here. Then I realize I didn't edit to adjust the 'vulgar i ties'.

If you see something missed where I didn't turn the words into @$$ fu©k $hi✞ or something, forgive me and let it slide.

Hostilis.

Host I.L. is?

Y ?

In case I confUSA.

Excuse me, excuse ya.

Hi.

High.

Hi ghost.

My most.

There was a pause. (paws) [You don't want to swap.]

I'd like to perform a toast.

C laws.

Performance close.

Purr form.

MeoW.

Root.

Bark.

Odds.

Even.

Believe in believing.

& keep breathing.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

The deep part undeparted.
It was art to start it.
Can never end this.
What a friend is.
Problemish.
Problem with what a 10 is.
Who sent this?
Who meant this?
To newly replenish,
or be a menace.
To need a seed to be the hygienist.
Other than greed, what can be the premise?
Thanks for having me.
Didn’t want you to have depravity,
or a cavity for the dentist.
But I guess in the soul
that’s just a hole in the consensus.
Tell us it’s tremendous.
Why make it tremble if it’s precious?
Why am I zealous for who’s jealous?
I’ve got nothing other than me.
I pay more than the fee.
I accept what’s to be.
But I lack some of the wellness.
Is to say that pretentious?
Why must what’s fine have a nemesis
if I give it half my redness
yet pay the full penance?
I guess it’ll just condemn us,
and seek other freshness
while peeking through fences.
Very offensive.
I’m all love but I know what expense is.
I guess I’ll lend my lenses,
but I can’t do the cleansing.
I’ve expressed this.
I know what sex is.
Succession.
Who sucks another session?
And what did I mention?
Is it quenching?
What is a gender?
What’s the agenda?
What’s the age of the ender
since the beginning
beginning as a befriender?
A deep defender.
If I peed, return to sender.
I me me mine as I’m a lender.
A dime should shine from the center.
Couldn’t skip over sense to have a dollar
just to half a dollar, then skip over #1
and call myself a baller.
Is the inside or outside of the skull balder?
How much does the bullshit call her?
And what does she prefer to be the thunder under the taller?
Can’t I like them smaller?
Why is stronger such a horror?
Authority or author?
So I can’t be excused for some potency like a father.
So I fat her in the washer.
If it’s a bother to honor then I don’t want a collar.
Why don’t ya want it proper?
That’s life.
If that’s how she takes it we should stop her.
So who shot her?
If you say you do and I say I don’t,
who’s the scholar?
So who framed Roger for dishonor?
Who bought a lie and who’s the squatter?
Can’t I too be a watcher?
More than meets the eye,
and what you see is what you get.
See it wrong then get it wrong and forget.
Fortunate for tit.
Oh shit.
What a dick.
The problem is the little pricks.
In the middle, bit.
So a sandwich to make it fit,
if it switch hits.
Have what can be had or just take all you can get?
Fake all that to the tip only to fall in a pit.
I’d rather stand and sit.
That’s a Christmas tree. Can’t a man get lit?
Break him to break him in to commit,
just to split?
Get a real permit or quit.
As if you’re more legit.
A pure gift.
What’s the cure for a lift?
More of this.
I guess it’s disproportionate.
What this proportion is.
For a pro portion, listen.
You’re missing the kiss.
Aint that sick?
That’s the business twist…
Who missed and who’s missed?
What an excuse is.
The next abuse gets squished.
You watch, I washed the dish.
Bitch.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Some will start taking things away
when they don’t get the rest of what they wanted
from who they had in mind to take it from.
Others will just withhold some and not give it
to who wouldn’t receive it well and appreciate it.
The result is it all depreciating in value.
Some won’t understand this while counting their funding.
Who’s funding us?
Fun Dingus?
He’s a great cat.
Serafina / Seraphina is derived from Hebrew wording,
tied to a Greek word,
with Italian, Spanish, Latin associations,
and may mean ‘The Angelic Fiery One’.
It’s all about my cats.
Who’s a good dog?
It’s exhausting to be doing the hyperpivot.
Hopefully there will be restoration of real equilibrium.
The amount of people throwing on a team jersey is insane.
Like many people just wanna win
and inherit the imaginary participation.
But I suppose that’s like becoming a 49ers fan in the 1980’s.
Their mascot right now is ‘Sourdough Sam’.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Maybe I’ve been putting most all my energy into disappearing
as I felt was asked for.
Maybe it’s exhausting, what it’s costing.
Maybe it’s hurt my feelings.
And maybe I feel like I can’t please a woman,
because it feels suggested that I shouldn’t have any feelings,
because I’d just exist for hers.
And maybe that hurts and has gotten worse.
Maybe I feel like my being sensitive to the feelings of others has been feasted on,
while being a sensitive guy hasn’t been welcome.
Affects the quality of the length while a strength like mine is seldom.
So I don’t know what to tell them.
Something gets paid for giving me all this help and nothing’s helping.
Definitely need to make a move while I can’t stop moving,
while losing cause my movement aint selling.
No fortunate foretelling.
Whispered and missed her with my whiskers.
Mister No More Yelling.
I can’t ignore how this is smelling.
Guess I’m too aware of the human chair.
Up in smoke or blooming in the air.
Overcooked and ruined or still rare.
I knew it was me who would care.
How stupid to share.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

I guess I got the message.
I felt better at times in ways that were disliked, and got punished.
I felt bad and people felt I didn’t deserve to feel better.
So I get some pills.
And now someone to talk to.
Like the saying, “It helps to talk about it.”
But then, if I don’t ‘perform well’,
I feel like I’m being looked at like a creative person that isn’t doing creativity correctly.
Like I’ve been doing something wrong by having needs,
and by needing success I can’t achieve alone,
at least not for any worldly upgrades.
So I’m just stuck.
I’m permanently waiting.
I’ve learned that I need saving.
On my two legs, don’t look like begging.
On my own two feet, then knees and breaking.
To have and eat too, but what’s the cake in?
I didn’t do much faking.
The aching this is making.
Why for this am I awakened?
Guess I need to be sedated.
The power of suggestion of a rating.
Debated until I’m fading.
Hellos, goodbyes and wavings.
My best guess is away I’ll be taken.
Shuffled and shaken.
Troubles and tradings.
Who does the grading?
I’ll never wanna stay for decaying.
And maybe you see what I’m saying.
I might’ve periodically played, but don’t believe that I’m playing.
Wondering if there’s seriousness to stay in.
I’ll assume I don’t stay if I can’t hear how I weigh in.
And I guess that’s just great then.
I tried for conveying.

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Universities.
My thirst is teased.
To have no degrees,
and have associations with no college.
Prepared to be known and not acknowledged.
Hopefully eventually essentially no effect on purse or wallet.
Only one number, I guess I’ll call it.
It will always be small and at best I install it.
All tall enough for falling.
Out of balls and then crawling.
With paws I withdraw it.
Can’t audit a deposit never made.
Forever is the grade.
That’s why I pass by the parade.
And I want most parades to pass me by with no trade.
I guess I strayed into who’s spayed.
Never get paid for how much it weighs.
To get laid and be played and betrayed.
Can I evade what invades?
Justice delayed, just ice displayed.
Growing flames.
One in the sun not afraid in the shade.
Games.
Homemade.
Guess I’ll have my own displayed.
Look what it dissuades.
This is a tomb and a grave.
Can a womb get ruined and degrade?
A crusade.
What’s still blooming while located in a cave?
Guess at best I’m dismayed.
Silk and all it’s ilk, milkmaid.
Some still kill to persuade.
Wouldn’t curse an archaic upgrade.
Conveyed.
By the time I’ve made it out or faded and decayed.
Try cake if I have stayed.
It’s a raid.
A little late with the lag.
What have they meant with the fragments of flags?
On the rag, what a drag.
What time on the clock is the doctor in the bag?
By the laws of the claws inside a sack that sags.
Did Santa get a snack or get snagged?
Tail wag.
Something we fail to say.
Please and thank you.
A way, away.
Was that vague?

 

[ABe©eDarian]

Considered lucky by who fu©ked me.
I figure I’m more justified in being offended
than people I offend.
So I love the end.
I never was a buzz to defend.
I just wasn’t who’d pretend.
Ate like cake.
Ache and break.
Hated by what’s fake again.
The average use what they’re gathering for leverage again,
and see what there is to salvage like a trend.
The fact that it’s a racket I might attend.
The prices of amends.
Couldn’t have or receive well,
just wanted to take what I send.
I guess it’s not on them I should depend.
As they judge my worth by the surface,
why would they keep my content from the deep end?
They were willing to discard this card every time,
from their hand,
dump their man,
and look for another empty dime.
What do they call me for? It’s their crime.
I don’t think it’s fair to mine.
If it was also theirs it would combine.
Once I could upon a time.
Happily ever after disaster.
Sons of bitches and bastards.
I guess they just take that money and disregard the signs.
Is it not with them my heart rhymes?
Art by design.
Source and supply.
From the start it was divine.
They only wanted what climbed,
and for my spine to decline.
Are they high?
So we’re not aligned.
Swine.
My prime defined.
They take too much and think they decide what’s assigned.
Asinine.
Oh G, that’s a high 9.
They certainly won one line.
They would let me go even knowing I’m not fine.
They were only in me for themselves.
So are they malignant or benign?
If the pig meant only pigments and what shines,
then I’d be able at a table, reclined.
No rest for the weary.
Which spectators even endeared me?
Real surprise left behind.
Seeds in what they read,
and I don’t breed with that kind.
In a flash it fast-forwards
if ever needing a rewind.
It wouldn’t be mine.
No matter what they think
amongst the ink,
I did the real trying.
They were just bidding and spying.
Why would I win?
I’m dying.
Never to live again amongst lying.
And that’s what they’re buying.
Some supplies then.
Conniving.
What were they ever providing?
They never mind what I’m prescribing.
And that’s just my writing.
That much touch?
Too tiring.
Too many shoes, they blew up the wiring.
Was it too much they’re requiring?
Quite a feast they’ve had with their heads burrowed in like that.
With not the least of what I’m desiring.
Who brought the fire in?
Comes from higher then.
Wired in.