Bellyman

Chapter One
"Discord of Sanction"

I am the belly man give me bliss, act on the discord of life
Towards the truth the answer is sheltered in absrtact brainial circumfrance'
Give him and hers thier out write shadow.
Grapping the sharpe'
corde'
Asking for time in bottled up no-men-clature'
Alais turns toward light
A configuration of the solace, a mind in the reference.
The goat the steer the anchor of life, let flow
let flow
Towards the out set a spirt ferns for time, the outstrectched limbs
attach themself to the outside life embarked.
Bliss to kisses a heaven sent.
Scrap the books of the beloved, give the anchor a heave and cast out the
lies.
"Is True, is true Signore', Signore!
the candle has a spark"
I see the delft and within the
Barrel my , barrel me,
cast out the anger, set drift my regret
The lost past of the choosen reason is my haeart dothe'
Splinter.
Cards for a fallen man
Subliminal mind set.
Cords of time]
out stretched my arms
cloud
clouds
hevean
summer set.
The casting hathe called, hear sits a stellar bark in the time line
ask me no more crained the blind man fetch me my stic,
I plug it up the monopoly of what we call socitey,
DFear sir blind man tell me the tale of the choosen junkie set out from jail
A yes with grin and reply, I have given balls of sack and urine,
pleaded the trials of a dead mans furtune,
"Arche are the flames"
"Arche are teh flame"
The Belly man dothe' cry
"I have seen my britches on fire and that is not a game"
Words filled with wisdom
THE MOON LIGHT HOWL

2009-MVD
Marvin G VanDam