Through kindness survive

Thoughts that drift past the view of my mind seem to transcribe to a certain degree hypocrisy and inner flaws that sometimes do come out and play with such fantasies can relate certain issues beyond places of comfort.

How the realist makes sure the dreamers don't dream, but set is a serene path to undercircumvent  
maloccurence  says that luck has no place in my life. Writers fire off reoccurring stoppage that sometimes dwells around dark  corners.

Waiting to strike is the giant python to come and kill your darlings. Always kill your darlings said he, so shall I will across the pages of no lineage. Or place of residence or is it so that he who wanders is not necessarily lost.

When to envision a grand likeness of the perfect working model passed on to generations through kindness and generosity. No system alone will survive nor should it try too, however long the road to forgiveness lies.

Upon grassy knolls and hilltops of old go to discover childhood realms and remember, traveling beyond doubt forever to figure out reckless eating habits bring misery. Author trapped alone with psycho pathic killers is not good.

Sanity does it linger just out of reach only to cinder in the breeze and glow red with knowing of the dying ember. The tangled nightmares, reality of them shows visions of detailed images. Wrapped around memories of others; signs.

This poem is not finished nor are the others. Signs not yet discovered dictate this fact. Slow down, what is the rush? You know who you are now, or at least you have a small idea. Help everyone you meet in some way however discreet. See the wonderful gifts so shall you reap and distribute to the needy and hungry masses of desire. So shall you feed them.