Licorice

Bosede

Ahooa ahooa,
Tell me.
Ahooa ahooa,
Show me.

Grade this.
Know his.
Energy fields riling.
Yester day's ruling.
Tomorrow's just filing.
People expand and go abound.
Their children escape, lost not found.
Never forget yesterday's ruling.
Don't ever forget yesterday's ruling..
Wanted too much, too fast, they say.
Wanted change, an evolution per say.
They lay:
A learn this.
Acclaim this.
A love this.
Abuse this.
Like This?
Harder, yes.
Like this?
Hardaar, yes!
So, now lose this?
...
Well, lose this?!
...

Ahooa ahooa,
Hear me.
Ahooa ahooa,
Fan me.

None would ever let it go.
For shame tied in belted woe,
in these black pools pulsing life.
Their slow swirls confirmed alive.
More alive than each of us.
But we came first, yes?
Yes?

No.

A remembered no.
We fail each time, they rate.
We learn nothing, they praise.
Things are as they should be, they explain.
Blurry nonsensical shit, nay.
Grinding parts too obscure to identify.
Release upon release, so much of it.
Ah, softer and spread, then emulsify.
Lustrier than bronze. Much very much.
An ick and a pus, thank you very much.
You're welcome, you're welcome, here's a belching touch.
They say IS what they'd say.
They do IS what they'd do.
They play IS what they'd play.
Pray they let in what they'd let stay.

For we playing with rates.
We fooling with mates.
We toying with shades.
Reaching Escalade.
She felt that way. All of this way.
Followed too much of their way.
Begone our old ways...
After we saw.
After we endured.
After we hardened.
After we moistened.
Before we grew too afraid.
Not for what was not,
but for what we were not.
Not enough.
Enough enough.
Too long, very long.
Then Time joined, sang a song.
Like pulling dead flesh on mute.
Leaving dead flesh underneath airtubes.
Then they leave.
Leave some more.
A trip they need.
Tired of yore.
For we did not matter.
Matter nevermore.
And reality showed us,
many a door galore.
None would open, not anymore.
After we saw.
After we endured.
Each pair came to a bore.

Time passed near pulling clay flesh.
Then, we people passed again like this.
Into black tarns lesser than they.
Faster swirls spinning down to disappearance.
For what took place made something's bad.
Rose white stakes turned all nothing but mad.
Tomorrow's filing is yesterday's ruling, remember.
How long before they would once again take over...?
This was only beginning,
beginning of crawlings.
Within the land of fossil roars.
Though, few of us endured,
crying afront Mandela's morgue.
Uggf, it thinks we not wittingly?!
Please, don't mistake speech for simplish speech.
Don't mistake speech for simplish speech!
Tis simply way of preservation.
How we commune afore tomorrow's documentation.
After all, yesterday's ruling is today's destination.
As today marks an end of recession.

Masking days ahead.
Known for all intents.
Ubiquitous wellington.
What we believe instead.
Instead..
Somber for they go.
Rob us of their glow.
Not they but these flesh.
These flesh thinking they are more!
No more are they of what they are.
No more are they than..!
...
A tangent I went.
Forgive forgive.
I give, I give a piece of mind.
A slice of mine.
That is what the beginning would like.
That is what the end should be like.
Anyway...

Ahooa ahooa,
you see.
Ahooa ahooa,
revealed to me,
bending lacunas still taking place.
By they.
Only they.
Yes, they.
They?! They....?
So hidden, never returned.
Until boy showed his argent oculars.
Like Escalade spurted, another heir.
Another carried by an "infant's" mare.
"Soccolio rembarand funitio".
Words said and acted under Macio.
The first we have seen.
The first we have known.
The first we embrace.
The first to ever explore.
Before Nature herself.
After wonder lumbers.
Gather cure dispensers.
Until those thorny white stakes fueled aggressors.
"Soft flesh" we call them.
Proliferated, be many then.
Grow beyond what are naturalesque.
Stubborn, dead, try, try again.
Never stopped, never stopped, dunderheads.
For if tomorrow's filing yesterday's ruling,
for if yesterday's ruling couldn't rule everything.
For if the rule never existed, never stated,
and hadn't arrived when we did,
would we have become what we are in front of it?
Otherwise..
Ahooa ahooa,
say this.
Ahooa ahooa,
for restitution.