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In this garden‘s space for every fruit of this garden’s maker’s seed. Though within this space, a place for a thing, beast fail to defile. be the reason because of compassion, or lack of will toward the act of plundering your beauty. Within the space, only negated opportunity to imagine a thing of bliss and delight. For that beauty I don’t dare garrison our sanctuary for the selfish want of  this world ‘s beneficial decor. From mine hand flow not your essence because I’ll never subject seed not of my own to the thing compelling me. That deed‘s a deed for things in need of undaunted reward. Place thee, yourself hither to allow dreams  intended of dreamers. As fruit coveted not, beast nor beauty deserve space for withering. If never thou wither, our want’s a thing everlasting. Though thou dismissed my intent a thing willed to minds of the forgetful. Deed and misdeed’s an act of actors. For being a contradiction to discourse your space remains for your occupancy. Because in the eye of the beholder, I’m observed sinner and not accused of defilement.

In my garden thou shall find pleasantries as only liberated desire lead thee. For confession we exist between love and hate, did, did not, is, is not, dead, living, and undying inhabitants. If, and when you see your face here, believe believer’s opened the gate beckoning not. believe you self-indulgence.  For unity restrain beauty and beast by the vine of one accord. For beauty, beast ravages our inhibition’s sanctity. For beast, beauty need not anything from savage retribution. Though we’re yet outside the gate of resolution.  If I imagine another thing and discover myself without my own imaginings, let me stand as a marauder of the maker’s garden. For that beauty I imagined, but for the beast the marauder invaded.

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Within the fabric of deceit, I’m reminded of why I question my makers purpose. The nature of me being, and this inevitable escape from how being’s defined. Occasion after occasion, I imagine our dark mistress reaching to caress my presence while she insists I hear her say I’m far less than adored. I question how being defined as a tool of fabrication this legacy is. For the father of lies I’m device every lying tongue seeks when searching refuge from themselves. though within our heart I’m a misrepresentation to those using the same device to administer deliverance unto their salvation. Unto our mistress I’m a device for her sins increase. Unto salvation, I fear this thing’s a thing renounced because this thing’s despised. Thus! I lament within me while enduring the storm’s threshold. Assuming her gesture contradict  her words. Unto the first perhaps I will always be our righteousness presence. For this thing selfsame decor. For the deviant, perhaps I am selfsame corruption unto wicked things. From her gesture  a  sinner I am, tempted of sins devices. A gate-keeper between vexation and realization of what our purpose is as defined. Let the truth of vanity hide behind the charade of peace no longer. Vain deceit stains humanity creating opportunity of being defined less than acceptable. A delusion dictated from desperate, frightened dictators. Mass of fabricated promises separated as a result of fault. The covenant seeks  the prince of peace but reject classless, race-less and sexless communist societies. They live behind the fantasy appearance they create for themselves while denying the steadfast standards their dictators created. Nearing the end of my fantasy I ask what this mistress gains from this many levels of manipulation. Is the benefit the same for all delusional participants of this existence? Perhaps her caress is enough to defy the things I fear? Will she conquer the cynicism of a faithful heart?

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Remembering your expressionless appearance, I think of my response and how you expect me to respond. My hand pressed firm against my imprisonment I remember not knowing the feeling of your hand touching me. Along with your apathetic gaze I wonder if the next insinuation of you knowing what you’ve read or haven’t read’s going to emerge from that self-same emptiness. For love I subject this vessel for your entertainment. Juggling as the marveling of jugglers, I wait for increase of our sins. As allurement of any trained juggler with her one object routine frolicking around placing that object anywhere her trained profession permit. Will only few of those sins increase or shall we entice of them all? For your touch is worth more than mere suggestion. The contact juggler might be limited by circumstance, but intent of your heart is bound unto more than a single embodiment. Contact requires a touch, despite the intent behind the action. Because I’m a sinner being teased of your intent and the extremes of being teased I’m forced to delight in you actions. Though my restricted response within the embodying of this crystal prison  my want is not. Because I’m a juggler of this self-same will I wish your touch. Not for pleasure,but for rationalizing  pleasing acts. Balancing our inhibitions this transition occur, and we shall ponder upon a thing given to us for pondering. Now you’re within the crystal globe and I’m without satisfaction of your loathing touch. Because I’m now expressionless fear not the idea you’ve discerned, but continue loving this self-same day.We live within time ecstatic as we shall dwell within each other’s heart. Love is a thing capable of being presented from every walk of life but being loved is a thing experienced within the experience.

To all bloggers I love; let us experience  recollection of a thing obscured for the sake of us. Without we might never pursue it’s meaning.

 

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Nikita! An espionage addition to CW television productions . I’ve developed impressions from CW  productions , but Nikita and this action packed tale is more influential. The double cross, the technological feats, and the portrayed close quarters combat are  entertaining. Despite the newest characters of the plot, Nikita continues to outflank the expected norms of counter intelligence operations. Operations, limiting the boundaries of the imagination for things assumed, obscure. As a result of Deena being included as a character, I ‘m waiting for the following season. Due to the inclusions to the Nikita character list, espionage will no longer elude the imagination.

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How often does Sophia V. present herself to the eye of the public? Does she present herself to the public only after I spend the afternoon shopping in the local K-mart. How often does anyone suffer the Narcissus complex if a few elements of that complex are absent from that persons prognosis. I  view each episode of those obscured television shows, being reminded I’ve been observed by an adverse thing. Some of the title screens, reminders, and other advertisements for television network productions resemble the color of the flower Narcissus morphed into. I can remember playing melodic harmonies, and ad-libbing songs using parallel comparisons to celebs and our present situation. I have heard many harmonies during productions like Being Human, The Vampire Diaries, etc. Despite my utter need to perceive myself as an object of Echos’ admiration, I can see the races, people, cultures, and cliché I try to avoid. I cannot be forced to integrate into myself, but I shall take the things of myself from the things I despise. Like the fruit of Echos‘ garden, as an apparition I am. A thing mediated from a vain thing not of itself. For the thing integrating me into me, my thoughts get plagued from doubt. Doubt of the things’ integrity as a race, person, or culture. The seal of authenticity is unbroken, and the legacy branches again. For salvation of vain things, let me be plagued with the waiting for sounds of trumpets. for the sounding of trumpets only the inheriting branch will remain. Wash away the divers, and plague the consecrated from the vessel of things made whole. If my mind’s plagued again from contrary things, I shall take authority over all races, cultures, and cliché to rectify my educated mind. For vain thoughts are vain things, and from vain things are arrogant actions of the ego.

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Despite my expectations of witchcraft and sorcery, I’ve seen only a few indications during The Secret Circle episodes, related to a personal hypothesis about magic. No real obscure metaphor in the script of this production, but the vague similarities of my own devices. Cassie Blake is the only character performing acts relatively similar to common lore about mysticism and magic. Many characters have adorned garments fashioned in your favorite hue of blue, and maybe not for any euphoric insinuation. CW, has presented another fundamental means of imaginative influence for viewers. However, not as obvious as the Supernatural production but ” TV to blog about, ” never the less. I’m anxious about the new season, and the waits between seasons were ridiculously long. From a personal perspective, I believe the upcoming season will present a euphoric gateway for complex egos and imaginations of  viewers.

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Vampires and the lore about vampires intrigue me. The Vampire Diaries idea and concept of life with vampires in this production are equally entertaining. I do confess of taking the opportunity to view this CW production due to the sometimes obscure episodes of other CW productions. The only obscurity I discovered in association to my original purpose for viewing is a connection between the movie feature ” Wanted, ” and one episode from last season. Despite my anticipated motive for viewing, I discovered a reasonable story about reasonable characters. The Vampire Diaries is broadcast during Thursday evening hours.

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