G.15

Oft I wonder, do you strike fear when loved, goddess thunder.. Shockwaves reverberates the nerves, murmurs by the numbers.. Clashing conflicts unecessarily vomits when push comes to purge.. That's the down under.. From up-top, there's a middleground, one with the verb.. 'cause action speaks louder, to something so absurd.. Oft I notice, when struck by an arrow, its motives and soforth, something we all yearn.. Is it life worth searching for, or one of many burns.. The defining instance may pass, just another odd number, whomev may concern.. Know that this is yours, if we ever come to terms and/or more..

G.14

The sound of enlightenment walks before your eyes, what you see what may you feel, a path in that I.. We seek but of the same, no pain in disguise.. To annihilate anguish, and breach our very skies.. The outer most reach, the depths of your desire.. Peach fuzz, a feat of the week drug, hyper-drenaline feeding off the wheat buzz.. Spark of the fire.. The friction I heed may be a lesson, admire.. Adhere to those with intent to bestow, knowledge to the temple, das empire.. Database of logics, where common sense deposited and creativity grows..