Nomads Keep Yourselves Free From Disordered Inclinations

All kinked up, mangled, chaos, confusion may enter a disordered head. Distorted sounds like wild hair, indecipherable elements that never amount to a relevant word. Because it is the screeching in the clamor, the clatter, the uproar in the battle, but just tell me have you ever seen blood dripping from the canal of an unwanted ear?

Never Again Will They Hunger Or Thirst As The Sun Will Not Scorch Or Beat Upon Them Anymore:
Empty belly deep and wide, oceans of eternity no place left to hide, for when it strikes there will be no end in sight. It is the current in a tidal wave the vestibule in a mule. Stubborn as a kindly ass it reaps havoc at heaven's solitary gate, a revolutionary venue, a hamlet, a neighborhood, a situation for the good.

These Dreamers Pollute Their Own Bodies, Reject Authority And Slander Celestial Beings:
Heroes, villains, archangels, black guards, miscreants, zeroes. They pollute their bodies, sing and dance, cosmic messages in the troposphere, evil doers, profligate and rogue. Infidels from outer space, rebels with a cause challenging all that is unspoken, degradation, a mysterious zone. Yet the size of space has recently come into question, nagging inquiries again and again, let us consider an arcane process, metaphysical, inscrutable, abstruse, insane.

Wild Waves Of The Sea Foaming Up Their Shame, Wandering Stars, Blackest Darkness Reserved Forever:
When the time is right it will come lathering bubbles, effervescence, foam and spume some people call it a fantastic garden knocking at the gate yet in their shame they have been taught to be shy forever finding a reason to be miraculous inside but one day the bottom will surely fall out, sparkling fish, lonesome stars wandering in the night still the blackest rays have been soaring upon the pitch, whirling, whorling as a corkscrew, cochlear, helix convoluted right. But it is the sadness that has the right to turn up the smoke, crank out the heat.

As A Shephard Give Care To The Flock, Not As A Duty, Not For Sordid Money, But Because You Are Eager:
Of course you know how it is, so never kid yourself about the nature of their thoughts for they survive in a gaggle, a flock of honey or a rambling drove ambling across the pasture, grazing upon the steppe for there is wisdom in the colony, perception and understanding in the outpost, the dominion and settlement. The sheep must be taught to learn, traditionalism orthodoxy, allegiance, alliance, compliance, babbittry, defiance, rebellion, heresy, apostacy, revisionism shall burn. For there are mountains of silver in sordid money, gold coins on the hillock, sermons on the pinnacle, postulate, prostitute, peak.

The First Creature Was A Lion, The Second An Ox, The Third The Face Of A Man, The Fourth An Eagle:
In sheep we may choose to count but what is the essence of the angle when we choose to admit that we have no place else to go? Because everything can change and you know that it normally does but there seems to be no dearth of chisels when it comes to thinking in what appears to be pink, yet this is where personal faith may come in.

Six Poems (An Eye for An I, Right There Waiting for Me, No More Night and Others):
An Eye for An I - An all-seeing eye of cosmos opened within me having an epistemic sense of power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped wet window. 'Twasn't a blue eye, yet 'twas bluing. The blues of the stars were trickling out of their core. Over your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations about itself, suffering words struck the silence between us. I could not comprehend their sense- their meaning sank in the sadness of the rain.

The Smoke Of The Incense Together With The Prayers Of The Saints, Went Up High From An Angel's Hand:
With five fingers you could hardly hear them in silent shadows somewhere in the dark. But the voices were there, diaphanous figures with wispy hair strangling up the night. Angelic muses soft like candy. Heavenly words, blissful murmuring, for the persecuted and the forgotten ones. They have ventured into spiraling pools, places of respite for those who have lost their words.

An Angel Came Down, A Rainbow Above Her Head, A Face Like The Sun And Fiery Pillars Were Her Legs:
But someday a new prophet will emerge with radiant eyes above a heaven's egress, a rainbow for a gallant face. The colors of the universe shall infiltrate her mind with the appearance of a virtuous one, ageless and blameless, a cherub's air, ideas that come from intuition as the tacticians estimate their worth. This is the mindset of a miraculous wraith, think imprints, voluptuous and esoteric gardening in the meantime, a pale cross upon a slate.

If Anyone Worships The Beast, He Too Will Drink Of The Wine Of God's Fury:
Imbibe, drink, flutter about as you will, but just be prepared to sacrifice what you must as there are countless rings a repertoire of things that may exist just around the bend, bloody stunts, long jumps, endless libations for me and you. But the trick of the matter isn't flown like a flag. The contents reside in this sleepy little bag.