if Love was a valetudinarian creature
we'd always lived inside
none of us would need escaping...
lastly we'd be there interwoven with
its critical anticorps
I was part of a story, a nephew next to his grannies, then a nephew without them. So my life changed in ways that have never been written, there, onto the deepest blank side of imagination. They
the world didn't end, i haven't quit
smoking - changes that thoughts won't do
adam and eve are still chewing a bite of love
and you again in search for the remaining apple
adding new adamant
It logically happens like this,
we leave and we arrive somewhere.
We leave for a moment, for an hour, for a life time,
maybe we didn't have to go, and this isn't the issue
but the fact that we
Yes, it isn't always wise to pretend that
the muses keep their arsenal in silence.
These are my words and I clutch them
as my spear.
Forgive me, mother, I couldn't do it otherwise.
I know,
Nearby is my mountain, beloved mountain.
Surrounded by old things
moss-grown ever since the days of creation,
when the night comes with seven black suns
which bring the kind darkness,
I should
it is not alright to remember the gelidity of our blood
but let the patois of warmth and joy be
keeping us alive
still into the heart of the spring singing we should be
all between trillions of
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we are beautiful to one another
and everybody's ugly to Love
would i be right here
pursuing your abysmal ways
if you
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.”
(Philip K. Dick – science-fiction author)
popcorn instead of lie
the advantage I took
out of the sand
where I lived
somewhere out of gravity lies a shadow of darkness
and i more and more feel like nothing is written for me
there may be a balance between all matter
from the smallest thing that can't be seen
to
master yoda is tasting a hot chat with master yahvis:
- i\'ve been having an ex tea, recently... i mean, something warm, like a hug, with my ex-girlfriend from another time and place. she used to
an astrologer talks sense about astral fluids and innate perceptions
about my name in libra
four pans four corners and lights
the major transit i must be aware of
as she went swimming in the
i\'ve thrown my wisdom tooth into the ocean and prayed
icy sharks shall never bite another titanic
where distant waves ply my skiff i dare
clinch the full moon
when earth invites two stars to
It isn\'t true the story about humans discovering the fire
by hitting two stones.
The fire peered differently
when the headmost man\'s aloneness
bumped against the first question
when a man
a flourishing soul has lighthearted eyes
there is no fir in here
but the fir should be envied
and I wonder:
what a cherry would say in its favour
and what would say a oak
there was no will nor ability
souls’ ardour glued them up
own evil may expand in the same future
when majority reports
to never cruise the scorching shores again
for love is hulking to
(grown to picture)
passive circles hover
as signs over the apple tree
hypnotized fruits change their taste
(passion rounds tickling)
supportive petiols lean over
and leaves turn into
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