God -sex-times-Cauchy3
1-1-1 A God-sexes-times-Cauchy3Rains or tears are on wrists. Shapes and signs are wets on eyes brows. Hipped minds would turn down the justices.
Obscene are normal willingness. Balance legs are standing up heels. Lexical are collections like clouds. A sea of cloud is wandering.
Liberal arts are rains in Venus forms. Common glasses are cups of cocktails. Golden touches are laws and loves as some sorts of liabilities.
Joan of arc was washed by her own liquids. Lives are not red cents. Edifying are cells and edacious are giants.
Un-recover losses will wrap you up. Lives on tops need suspenders. Pleasures slings or peaceful swings are our worlds in jokes.
Rocs will swoop like silvers from grays or darks from blues. Opaque glass is a cup of cocktail. Golden touches are laws and loves as dome sorts of liabilities.
Legal world has no subscribed loves. Take a white wash painting as nearly as real colorful. Sing to small weeds for a dinner.
When we are simple weeds that lay on sea or pools! We are sleeping like some ignoramus. The clean and mixes waters as wombs.
When we change our solid states and energy levels then we were some fungus. Some swim for up steams. Some steam up for moneys and powers.
Our kernels are wished to grow larger and as to be humble but larger human plants are to deal with suffers. Who whip us after good washes? Who changed our suffering to nice ones.
I never take such a trail. Gods will try me. Psilocybin is for brains. To psych our jobs are some religious ceremonies. Ceremonies are tickled by laws and tricks.
Loves are human machines need many gears. Powers and political functions are leaders anywhere gears.
Rules and easy are loves and lewd. No we are come up to be some compulsory fools that need to suck. A nice bottle of milks or the milks that mail to milky ways are for drinking.
Mother wits are motor racing. We need a team of strong talents to take care of our bodies and psyches.
We are cogs of wheels. Our real machines are times. Long lasting may be long stretchy. That is our happiness.
All forms of lives and matters are combination locks that made out by times. They are also some forms of transient energies.
By applications to times and by blowing of chances there might some gods.
On altars all lilies and wafers of Gods are rights and all red wines are god s tomato juices.
There are book keeping to that all our Gods ruling our worlds of beauties. O keep my honest is the universal is under shapes to un- spoken long.
All are good looks after your fear games. Trauma because of the fears to pains and threats by cruelties are from trees of heavens.
Olive oils are from olive tress. Black roses may be some widow s hunts. Width may give by the same concepts as breadth.
Were we simple weeds that lay on sea or pools? We are sleeping like some ignoramus. The clean and mixed waters treat us so goods. When we change our solid states and energy levels we were some fungus.
Some swim for up steams. Some really steam up for moneys and powers. Our un-alter principles are for dumb or dull games. Or it is a game of excitements! Both may involve powers, moneys, status or fames. Gods! Are you having heaven good games.
-------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------
Poetry by cheung shun sang
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Written on 2006-08-01 at 21:44
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