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New Rhymes

By Brendan S
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Formed out of all things is the design of the wave
There is a traveling inside of all things yin
And all things yang. A traveling universii
Of infinite words, and strings, and all
The Music You Can Sing. Reading,
"More," Now, to the ever-
More, and evenmoreso.
Of places, and
Ends,
For
The rightest songs to grow into the next place so
You'll see the crest of the mountain-top and
When you finally climb back down, you'll
Thank God for all the things u know.
Know more letters to divide ..
No more time for "even"
Time. No more tries
No more deaths
No more
Waves out of this broken sea
I'll keep on endlessly
And endlessly
Traveling
For 
The sake of my hour-glass divide
And all the "divided" eyes
Traveling on their own
In perfect unison
Straight lines
Together
In space
For the infinite,
And traveling-sake.
Like the letter .S.

Now without a reason to I'll be perfect
Without any need for any punctuations
The letters will form to divide and
I'll see my inner levi in my light
The traversions of my soul will
All go and go and go and go 
For the next letter to be
Carrying me into the "I"
Of a few lies like it
The letter we have
And never never
So seem to be
For the try
Of anyone
Or any
Need.
"I"
I
See.

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Again for the sake of perfection
Writing this always again and
Again and again and again
As the letters travel
Through me and my
Skin
For the right and the wrong ones
To be radiant and in line with 
That perfection of the end ....
To be lined up, with you,
Again.

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So infinity let me give you a try with a little funny look in the salt of my right eye
A little letter one big one small and the mosaic of the divisions all ready to divide
A place better than heaven in the heart of hearts inside my eyes with the right end
To the divide where I've seen no punctuation except for when needed, or so needed
To be heartfelt and feel endless words flow thro' me without anything 'cept a 
God like Alexander, Poe, or Paine, some life, and I'd cry, shaking fists, a
Death I'd make fun of my own. The righteous path, and no unturned stones
A lot of reasons for the attempt. When a letter is so unmentioned ...

To travel into this punctuation .. with or without a need, endless
To the sound of a drying heart. And then eyes filled up again
WIth tears for the break in the waves to be again to be in
The re-start. The beginning as the end, and yin, to the
Fire in me sang. The yang that didn't mind, and all
Black and white, and white, and black, where I've
Wanted to always die. The trap I level with,
And all the trips I've taken you to ...
No need for curves, or vibrations,
Just another left to level with
And as It Turns Inside Of Me
I'm so ready for the S to
Form out of the patterns
Of my needs t h a t 
I s e e travel
From one 
To the next
Inside of thee
My poetry. My mind
My soul and my extasy,
Letters forming out of death
And life, for the sake of mine,
And no one elses. Than, the electric
As an ant in the fold her own quick dem-
Eyes, and dim eyes. A rhyme I hate to crow,
With Haim at my side. And resurrected just to
Fly .. now, that it's over, he's goetia-defied, -
No one, and no where else, does that crow go, or fly
Simple and ecstatic in his black clothes and perfection
A new six, with Azazel. No more time for bodies buried, no
No evidence. No evidence at all. Just more divine and younger
In the face, as I see myself again. In the mirror of a wave, and
Another time, and place, for me to sin. The rightness, The committed.

A lot of reasons for the attempt. Unmentioned as the letter is and is and is
From the stones to the rows of another repeated and then soon to be karmafied death
The end. The beginning, like Pope, and Edgar, and Thomas. One, no more hit than struck,
For the endless life I felt in the flow for me 'cept a non-linear, yet linear dream ......
Endlessly. There-repeating. Never-ending. Never-ending. Never-ending. Never-ending. Never. Ever.
Needed by the seed of another red-dressed in black and red-soul clothes. Losing touch with the words,
As they continue to conscioufy, and grow. From one tome, and death, to the next birth, and wedding, and 
Places that I've slept. The endless travels. And re-reincarnated, re-realized scenes. With karma as my end,
And friendless, or with or without friend. A roadless boulevard. The magnum, and magnolia. No more beauty ex-
'Cept for harm. And then it ends, with the only end the beginning, like the number we all fear, illusive as "Me."