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Lindel · 08-14-2024, 10:15 PM

The trees glisten' off the environ green landscape terrain, I am a poet and seer; with the tranquility of the shimmering orange sun-shine. I am blissful in command and leadership, following the tail/tale of the devil around, making deals with him at many entry points. It's quite efficient and tranquil, to make deals with the devil; or merely one deal so to speak. As it lets me feel assured and efficient in demon doctrine and rhetoric. The beautiful green landscape which I assured a noose around a embarking tree never looked more splendid and tranquil. Do no bark up the wrong tree, devil; or more clever as a fox intellect could force you to submission faster than a vulture does a fish. My favorite dish is devil's egg; everyday I wake up; and eat a devil's egg, with tranquil rich taste of salt and tender sausage links wrapped around moist milk and sweet tastes of cookies. I then drink sweet and pulp free orange juice with bliss, tranquility and efficiency. It's quite the delight, as breakfast, makes me break fast to the next delightful dreamscape I calmly and tranquil reside in. That is philosophical pondering on the efficiency of Heaven and Hell, it's already exsistent exsistence, over the delightful feel of a embarking tree, with a wooden noose attached to it, while looking upon the glistening ocean river lake that glistens with sparkling eye sparkles of white crystal destinic fortune of absolute reserve for idealism and sufficiency. The more I ponder such absolution to my destiny of burning in hell for eternity, to more I'm aware of it's destitute, imagination, misfortune, and sufficient. Which is why I am a Ariskima, a black magician, going to seal the devil in the flames of hell for 2 eternity's. These two eternities won't be blissful or pondering, but self aware and gluttonous indulgence. It's going to be profound for the demon to see and spoke with demonic doctrine and sufficient tongue. The fox, and the snakes quarrel and squabble will never cease to exist, for we cannot coexist. The demon and the devils methodical battle, will last for eternity it seems, as the grass seems to only grow greener in envy for the demon, and in splendor for the devil. The devil notices such a tenacious act of sin and plague and robust question to the demon; the demon does not answer as the devil already knows such a task is at hand. The Promised Land will flourish in splendor and pursuit with serene, pristine, genuine absolution with terrific magnificence, succulent succicint, serpentine scalawag, sufficient dreamscape, only imaginations with uphold truth and doctrine of goodness and fathom. I too have such imagination of hell and heaven the demon said. The devil, not surprised or intimidated in the slightest; shook his head in disbelief, not only for his God, but doctrine he follows, not only in his soul; but heart. The demon, looks reluctantly and surprised; but to no surprise at all; asks to make a deal with the devil. The devil agrees, the deal is to uphold in Heaven in absolution, and to live in Paradise with splendor God provides. The devil agrees, but the demon does not hold goodness in his heart, as he his a sinful demon of Dohm. Andrew Flores the demon, agrees and begs for genuine mercy. Yet the devil has already made the decision for his ultimate demise in absolution. The snake has killed the fox, and marked his territory. The demon hangs his soul from a noose and tree, as a wicked seer. And the devil takes his soul for making such a deal. The End. The river ocean lake flows with tears from Angels for eternity in Heaven..
Evidently, on a tall notch of dark brisking brim of dark ghastly night brightness, the tale of darkness had brimmed from under the green brownish branches of a absolute tree of absolute certainty. The dark brisking tree of absolute certainty beheld tall branch tales of evilish deeds of evil proportion of astounding abundant proportion and astounding astonishment of ghastly black brim and nuisance. During the ghastly black trees power of absolution; the tree would shed watery droplets of tears upon the grass of astounding green grass ground of severe severeness. For it wanted a ghastly grim friend to host it’s shingles, unhoist it’s shackles and peer through elitist colloquial law with black ghastly grim sin and over-ruling tyrant grasping dark art. The brown green tree loved hanging along the sides of banks of blue and red river streams; hanging it’s ghastly black head in un-wanting certainty and dishevelment. That is until a man of ghastly black origin of ghastly black reign came upon the talons of the brown green tree with rich taste of knife and murderous rampart sinister scythe in the hands of a robust, blackish, knightish, sinful ghost from the black shelves of the nether realm of the underworld. For several severe serpent seconds the ghastly grim ghost stood in dishevelment from the green brown tree. In despondent ways for dark origin; the dark origin of the tree did well with the green brownish tree, in dishevelment and in disarray, the dark brown tree between the yellow orange shimmering sun shed tears from this origin of dark sin interest; ghastly dark ghost to conjure visit to him. For several severe seconds the ghastly dark ghost severed the dark brown green tree in origin and seclusion; sinful severe to the brown green tree and it’s dark scent of ghastly origin. The ghastly dark ghost made no seconds split before unshackling his rope from the chains and tieing it to the tree. Hanging himself in disarray. A black crow peered from the distance and sat upon the brown green tree daunting, haunting, and taunting; in the revels of the dark origin of the ghastly dark ghost, as he was hung from the tree. The crow brinked darkness from another realm; as darkness devoured light in the brisk of night; the mocking and taunting, and haunting of the black crow visited the brown green tree in eerie fungus of negligent and heart pounding. The black crow was really free.

A poem by Andrew Flores - named 'White winter blizzard'
White winter blizzard storm, snow will swarm into a airbound whirlwind ice storm
slice hordes, sword serene sharpness of snowflakes, snow angels fly to the clouds
snow serpents glide and arouse, snow sirens sing solemn songs of blizzard and Christmas
snow glistens on rooftops of christians and mormons, rabbis, methodists, and prophets
poets write solemn sonnets in silence, snowy ice storms trickle down from a snowy wind cloud
snow wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds
oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, make my icy heart pound for Christmas in a blizzard
I build snowman with snowy ministers, my icy lips were sinister, as I planted them on a child
im a snowy girl, my lips touch and become wet from woman and children, sinister Milton
snowy prince of demons, leaving snowprints in white winter snow, snowy white gleam will glow
snowy ice steam arose, snowy ice gleam repose oh repose, snow icy storms wind forever
winter December, oh winter December, snowy ice storms, gleam snowy luminescent icy lights
snow magicians summon icy light, ice storms, upon ice storms, once upon a ice storm, a poet was born
a icy omen of scorn, a frosted poet of heart, Robert Frost, the siren has solemn calls, icy permafrost
the ice storms slice a german's cough, the ice storm's permafrost burns aloft, icy snowy nitrogen burns the dog
icy blizzard, oh icy blizzard, slice Nineveh, as a snowy icy minister preaches in the frosted moonlight
permafrost's icy magic booms bright, booms ice, the ice storm will soon slice
For the ice storm, oh icy ice storm, whirlwinds airbound during Christmas time
As ice splinters, and cold sinners, are in icy cold bliss during the icy cold blizzard white winter

A poem by Andrew Flores - named 'December Ghost'
Oh blanket of snow, oh blanket of snow, you fuse with a blanket of fire; banquet for hire
Thanking the sire, I am a prince of demonic spawn; godly ock, solemn cough
ponder soft music, conquer aloft fluids, drink and eat cookies and milk
books made of silk, I read silently, make silent pleas, for irony
irony, my favorite literary element, no surprise, no surprise at all
for I foreshadow irony in my stories, William Shakespeare, John Milton
spawn killing, hell's spawn, hell's sun, well shun, well spun
help sung, bells rung, welts cummed, bells chimed
Christmas is upon us, whats your present for the presence
is it luminescent presents of toys and figurines; guillotines?
sinful pleas for mystery, glistening inanimate objects of absolution
toy story dreams, lion kings sing, I'm Zazoo with absolute
I sit aloft on a stoop with Nasir Jones and Eminem, writing rhymes and rapping
enticing nights are strapping, silents nights capture lighting in a bottle
rise of gleams we squabble, shining serene, full throttle
I drink ginger ale in a bottle, it hails storm, with Adolf Hitler
Save the riddler, make jokes with the joker, I'm a jester during King Solomon's time
Meaning, I make a jokes of hoaxes, I torture axes, and bury them in the snowy desert sand
glowing desert ants, slowly blizzard trance, Christmas turns the desert to the Arctic
Arctic foxes, as sexy as thieves in the night, seize the light
I am one of them, A Arctic Fox, during Solomon's time
I sought for a cry once, a journey for the scroll, burning for my soul
learning was my goal, burning for a mote
I write in the heart of night, darkness times shine bright as the light in your soul
night's in control, I'm the light in a ghost, the Holy Ghost; soley host
early repose, white winter snow glistens off rain drops; from my tears of joy
tears of happiness, tears of splendor, tears to remember and remembrance
December bliss dances with the snow, I am with my kin
december dances with my soul, as I release a sin......

08-14-2024, 10:15 PM	#11
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	The trees glisten' off the environ green landscape terrain, I am a poet and seer; with the tranquility of the shimmering orange sun-shine. I am blissful in command and leadership, following the tail/tale of the devil around, making deals with him at many entry points. It's quite efficient and tranquil, to make deals with the devil; or merely one deal so to speak. As it lets me feel assured and efficient in demon doctrine and rhetoric. The beautiful green landscape which I assured a noose around a embarking tree never looked more splendid and tranquil. Do no bark up the wrong tree, devil; or more clever as a fox intellect could force you to submission faster than a vulture does a fish. My favorite dish is devil's egg; everyday I wake up; and eat a devil's egg, with tranquil rich taste of salt and tender sausage links wrapped around moist milk and sweet tastes of cookies. I then drink sweet and pulp free orange juice with bliss, tranquility and efficiency. It's quite the delight, as breakfast, makes me break fast to the next delightful dreamscape I calmly and tranquil reside in. That is philosophical pondering on the efficiency of Heaven and Hell, it's already exsistent exsistence, over the delightful feel of a embarking tree, with a wooden noose attached to it, while looking upon the glistening ocean river lake that glistens with sparkling eye sparkles of white crystal destinic fortune of absolute reserve for idealism and sufficiency. The more I ponder such absolution to my destiny of burning in hell for eternity, to more I'm aware of it's destitute, imagination, misfortune, and sufficient. Which is why I am a Ariskima, a black magician, going to seal the devil in the flames of hell for 2 eternity's. These two eternities won't be blissful or pondering, but self aware and gluttonous indulgence. It's going to be profound for the demon to see and spoke with demonic doctrine and sufficient tongue. The fox, and the snakes quarrel and squabble will never cease to exist, for we cannot coexist. The demon and the devils methodical battle, will last for eternity it seems, as the grass seems to only grow greener in envy for the demon, and in splendor for the devil. The devil notices such a tenacious act of sin and plague and robust question to the demon; the demon does not answer as the devil already knows such a task is at hand. The Promised Land will flourish in splendor and pursuit with serene, pristine, genuine absolution with terrific magnificence, succulent succicint, serpentine scalawag, sufficient dreamscape, only imaginations with uphold truth and doctrine of goodness and fathom. I too have such imagination of hell and heaven the demon said. The devil, not surprised or intimidated in the slightest; shook his head in disbelief, not only for his God, but doctrine he follows, not only in his soul; but heart. The demon, looks reluctantly and surprised; but to no surprise at all; asks to make a deal with the devil. The devil agrees, the deal is to uphold in Heaven in absolution, and to live in Paradise with splendor God provides. The devil agrees, but the demon does not hold goodness in his heart, as he his a sinful demon of Dohm. Andrew Flores the demon, agrees and begs for genuine mercy. Yet the devil has already made the decision for his ultimate demise in absolution. The snake has killed the fox, and marked his territory. The demon hangs his soul from a noose and tree, as a wicked seer. And the devil takes his soul for making such a deal. The End. The river ocean lake flows with tears from Angels for eternity in Heaven.. Evidently, on a tall notch of dark brisking brim of dark ghastly night brightness, the tale of darkness had brimmed from under the green brownish branches of a absolute tree of absolute certainty. The dark brisking tree of absolute certainty beheld tall branch tales of evilish deeds of evil proportion of astounding abundant proportion and astounding astonishment of ghastly black brim and nuisance. During the ghastly black trees power of absolution; the tree would shed watery droplets of tears upon the grass of astounding green grass ground of severe severeness. For it wanted a ghastly grim friend to host it’s shingles, unhoist it’s shackles and peer through elitist colloquial law with black ghastly grim sin and over-ruling tyrant grasping dark art. The brown green tree loved hanging along the sides of banks of blue and red river streams; hanging it’s ghastly black head in un-wanting certainty and dishevelment. That is until a man of ghastly black origin of ghastly black reign came upon the talons of the brown green tree with rich taste of knife and murderous rampart sinister scythe in the hands of a robust, blackish, knightish, sinful ghost from the black shelves of the nether realm of the underworld. For several severe serpent seconds the ghastly grim ghost stood in dishevelment from the green brown tree. In despondent ways for dark origin; the dark origin of the tree did well with the green brownish tree, in dishevelment and in disarray, the dark brown tree between the yellow orange shimmering sun shed tears from this origin of dark sin interest; ghastly dark ghost to conjure visit to him. For several severe seconds the ghastly dark ghost severed the dark brown green tree in origin and seclusion; sinful severe to the brown green tree and it’s dark scent of ghastly origin. The ghastly dark ghost made no seconds split before unshackling his rope from the chains and tieing it to the tree. Hanging himself in disarray. A black crow peered from the distance and sat upon the brown green tree daunting, haunting, and taunting; in the revels of the dark origin of the ghastly dark ghost, as he was hung from the tree. The crow brinked darkness from another realm; as darkness devoured light in the brisk of night; the mocking and taunting, and haunting of the black crow visited the brown green tree in eerie fungus of negligent and heart pounding. The black crow was really free. A poem by Andrew Flores - named 'White winter blizzard' White winter blizzard storm, snow will swarm into a airbound whirlwind ice storm slice hordes, sword serene sharpness of snowflakes, snow angels fly to the clouds snow serpents glide and arouse, snow sirens sing solemn songs of blizzard and Christmas snow glistens on rooftops of christians and mormons, rabbis, methodists, and prophets poets write solemn sonnets in silence, snowy ice storms trickle down from a snowy wind cloud snow wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, make my icy heart pound for Christmas in a blizzard I build snowman with snowy ministers, my icy lips were sinister, as I planted them on a child im a snowy girl, my lips touch and become wet from woman and children, sinister Milton snowy prince of demons, leaving snowprints in white winter snow, snowy white gleam will glow snowy ice steam arose, snowy ice gleam repose oh repose, snow icy storms wind forever winter December, oh winter December, snowy ice storms, gleam snowy luminescent icy lights snow magicians summon icy light, ice storms, upon ice storms, once upon a ice storm, a poet was born a icy omen of scorn, a frosted poet of heart, Robert Frost, the siren has solemn calls, icy permafrost the ice storms slice a german's cough, the ice storm's permafrost burns aloft, icy snowy nitrogen burns the dog icy blizzard, oh icy blizzard, slice Nineveh, as a snowy icy minister preaches in the frosted moonlight permafrost's icy magic booms bright, booms ice, the ice storm will soon slice For the ice storm, oh icy ice storm, whirlwinds airbound during Christmas time As ice splinters, and cold sinners, are in icy cold bliss during the icy cold blizzard white winter A poem by Andrew Flores - named 'December Ghost' Oh blanket of snow, oh blanket of snow, you fuse with a blanket of fire; banquet for hire Thanking the sire, I am a prince of demonic spawn; godly ock, solemn cough ponder soft music, conquer aloft fluids, drink and eat cookies and milk books made of silk, I read silently, make silent pleas, for irony irony, my favorite literary element, no surprise, no surprise at all for I foreshadow irony in my stories, William Shakespeare, John Milton spawn killing, hell's spawn, hell's sun, well shun, well spun help sung, bells rung, welts cummed, bells chimed Christmas is upon us, whats your present for the presence is it luminescent presents of toys and figurines; guillotines? sinful pleas for mystery, glistening inanimate objects of absolution toy story dreams, lion kings sing, I'm Zazoo with absolute I sit aloft on a stoop with Nasir Jones and Eminem, writing rhymes and rapping enticing nights are strapping, silents nights capture lighting in a bottle rise of gleams we squabble, shining serene, full throttle I drink ginger ale in a bottle, it hails storm, with Adolf Hitler Save the riddler, make jokes with the joker, I'm a jester during King Solomon's time Meaning, I make a jokes of hoaxes, I torture axes, and bury them in the snowy desert sand glowing desert ants, slowly blizzard trance, Christmas turns the desert to the Arctic Arctic foxes, as sexy as thieves in the night, seize the light I am one of them, A Arctic Fox, during Solomon's time I sought for a cry once, a journey for the scroll, burning for my soul learning was my goal, burning for a mote I write in the heart of night, darkness times shine bright as the light in your soul night's in control, I'm the light in a ghost, the Holy Ghost; soley host early repose, white winter snow glistens off rain drops; from my tears of joy tears of happiness, tears of splendor, tears to remember and remembrance December bliss dances with the snow, I am with my kin december dances with my soul, as I release a sin......