youll never know me, althoe you may try, then try again. i cannot be figured, my cup is full and your likeness is of spoil un-pleasent to the spirit. dark vibes tention an stress being read in sequences. so do mine spirit adrift to a tropic secret to an oceans view. pure personalities they donot fibb to stay. you do anyway, the lion has stalked you dethrowning positions of thee hour glass not much time, seen your sign, despise of your ryme it is of hypocritism. watch the rock as it pings, a stunning resemblance of a cadet of jude. an i knew of his dimise. open your eyes for spies you attract flies tha land on manure, an thier is no cure. try an stop what is to come your way. i fathem the thought, you ve been touched. (the poet)prophesy 2009