we call it it
it has no name
it takes a beat
to keep it dancing
it plays no games
been out of sync
but sometimes feet
tap in unyson
the tune that makes
those flowers bloom
those eyes fall sleep
and wink out sadness
/Serious
Smart
Wave,
Sparkling
Smile,
Conceals
A quirk,
&
Flying
Kindness/
. . .
we call it it
it has no name
it takes two beats
to keep it swinging
call it by name,
no name
but sense,
no sense
but Love,
and Freedom
Fighting
/Freedom
&
Love,
Communal
Fight,
Sweat
Flight
&
Float,
Sense
Out
Of
Darkness/
. . .
we call it it
it has no name
it takes three beats
to keep trip-hopping
pet
freedom
fight,
and all that jazz
all masks
no masks
those freedom fighters
life is a cabaret
and all that zazz
sweat
flight
&
float,
Breathe
&
Smile
look at how beautiful,
you really are,
facing the camera,
or just behind it.
caressing,
monochrome,
creative,
angle
. . .
we call it it
it has no name
don’t call the time
do freeze some moment
desire deep
spread around
and fix those wings
for artsy causes
Seize that chance
Sweat and spread
Sweet and salt
Together dance
Listening to the
Eternal
Ephemeral
Beating
Song,
By the funky river,
Late at night,
Under
The
Existing
Trusting
Illuminating
Moonlight.
Elated
Dance.
Respect,
Accept.
Without a name,
This is
Still
A
Loving
Pet
Paw
Song,
You're a beautiful
reflective poem too.
Admire.
Think.
Be human.
I am,
I think,
I doubt,
I love,
Still great
Being
Naively
Human
Do. love.
Evolve
You look into my eyes
Through my eyes
Past my eyes
Beyond my eyes,
Aye, Private Eye
What is there
For you to see,
Through this
Virtual
Omniscient
Window?
Shall We
Close
Those
Shutters
Now?
A slight draft
Crawls up
My spine,
We do not want
To get cold,
There is so much
Salt to sweat,
Sugar to taste,
Songs to sing,
So many
Poems to
Caress.
Still.
Winter’s
Coming
Soon.
We do not want to get
Cold now,
Do we?
Aye, Private Eye
What is there
For you to see,
Through this
Virtual
Omniscient
Window
Into
YOUR
Tangled
Mind?
You look into my eyes
Through my eyes
Past my eyes
Beyond my eyes,
An iris puzzle,
Incandescent
Brown,
Yellow
Unspoken
Words,
Magic
Dark
Illusions,
Teary
Fearing
Songs,
Innocent
Crackling
Laughter.
Sensual
Anger,
Dark-tinted
Angel
Heart,
Poetic
Loop,
Unblinking
Self-reflected
Mirrors.
She looks into your eyes
Through your eyes
Past your eyes
Beyond your eyes,
Your private
Pair of eyes
Shooting a vintage
Voyeur short.
Strong
Frail
White,
What is there
For her to feel?
Nervous laugh
Forehead caress
Hairy blow
Eyes that drown
In naïve
Intensity.
Do smile,
Do Private eyes,
I kiss your eyelids,
If you kiss mine.
Close your eyes,
Aye,
Those
Very
Private
Eyes.
Do.
Keep.
Eye-smiling.
∞ Meandering Morning Mood ∞
My brew’s gone cold,
I question why
I doubt
Myself
So much
The wind
Keeps howling
Out that window,
And I can’t hear at all
Even if I could
It would all be noise
But the mirror
On the wall
It reminds me
That it’s not so mad
It’s no so sad
.
. .
. . .
/ Gimme Gimme Gimme
(More
Sound
After
Mid
Night) /
Momo wanted to bark,
He needed
An autograph
for Nina,
That’s his little
Red-ribboned
Pet paw
Man,
She’s only
3 months’ old,
We waited in the incensed
Warm room
And you just
Didn’t come
That’s pretty puzzling, bro
You are like their
Sampling
Idol,
We waited in the incensed
Warm room
and you just,
didn’t
come
**Damn**
. . .
. .
.
∞∞Velvet Dew∞∞
My brew’s gone cold
I question why
I doubt
Ourselves
So much
The wind
Keeps
Whistling
Out
That window
And I can’t hear at all
Even if I could
It would all be noise
But that mirror
On the wall,
It reminds me,
That it’s not so sad
It’s no so mad
.
. .
. . .
// Paint It Dark //
Fallen
Casual
Touching
Hearing
Causing
Pain
But
There
Is
Gain
It
Took
A while
To
Find
Read
Sight
No trunk
No funk,
No pain
No needles,
Paint It Dark
When you
So
Desire
But do keep
Rollin’
Lunar
Starry
Fallen
Angel
Stones
There
Are
After all
. . .
. .
∞∞∞Velvet Dew - Mug #2∞∞∞
My brew’s gone cold
I question why
I doubt
Ourselves
So much
The wind
Keeps whirling
Out
That window
And I can’t hear at all
Even if I could
It would all be noise
But that mirror
On the wall,
It reminds me,
That it’s not so sad
It’s no so bad
.
* Epilogue *
Meaningful
Meandering
Mood
In
Real
Life
Wishing
They weren't
A
Broken
Mirror
Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
Some Funky Whispers, Bro
And
Blue
Velvety
Whiskers
Too.
Respectfully yours,
Meaningful Morning Mood
.
.
.
.
.
_-* P.S.: *-_
(. . .
Yes
.
. .Again
.
)
No actual
Trunk
Mannequin
Was harmed
In the writing
Of
This
Noir
Silly
Respectful
Pastiche
Of
Rap
Rock
Kitsch
Musical
Sample
MasterpiecesOnThisSundayWritingMorning,
PostLyrical,Looping,
Finding
Thyself
Deviance,EnjoyYourSundayReading,Folks.
Not long ago,
Barely three weeks
Gone by,
A wise woman
warned me—
With that slithering snake
Watch out.
Hush, hush,
&
Keep her (slightly)
Tamed,
Yet
Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-snake,
Hopefully,
Fightingly,
Kicking.
Trust your intuition,
She said,
She said,
There is more
Than meets
Some virtual eyes.
Calm down
And swim,
Breathe and cry,
And purify,
Hush, hush,
& Keep her
(Slightly)
Tamed.
Yet
Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-snake,
Hopefully,
Fightingly,
Kicking.
Steady that pace,
Get back that strength,
For those that help,
You keep keep it
Flowing,
So they can sail,
Through those
Unpredictable
Stormy
Ocean
Waves.
Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-snake,
Hopefully,
Fightingly,
Kicking.
Wise woman’s
Last words
Were—
Keep writing,
Reading,
Sharing those verses,
That both elate,
And eerily
Get you to flow,
And think,
And love,
And grow.
To keep
fightingly,
Yet
Lucidly
Dreaming,
Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-Snake,
Kindly
Kicking,
Hush, hush,
Good snake.
Trust your intuition,
She said,
she said,
And I guess that’s true,
That not all déja vus
Are painful,
Souls just forget,
When casually tired.
Or scared,
That some memory
They should re-create,
As one dark
Hairy
Lonely
Funky
Loving
Soul
Once said,
Once said.
Sometimes
Playing with fire
Is needed,
No fear
Of getting
Slightly
Burned,
Taming
That snake,
Glimpses of
Ecstatic smiles,
Such lucid dreaming,
Fire-walk
With her,
Keep her
Alive,
Snakily-Snake,
Steadily,
Kindly,
Kicking,
She said,
She said.
Trust your intuition,
Do what you want,
Just read it wisely,
Kindly,
Lovingly,
Such Lucid Dreaming
I am crying,
I cried and cried,
And when there was
No more crying to do,
I still cried
And
Kept
Crying,
Uncrippled cry,
For the creative
Nurturing
Cradle
I feared losing.
I was in search
Of my own Helium
Moon-ful
Turf
I’ll wait,
I’ll stop crying,
But sometimes
Crying
Crying
Crying
Brings Tears
of Joyful
Blissful
Pleasure
All badness
Has its anti-polar
Goodness.
Do not
Stop
Crying
Being
Writing
Hearing
Hearting
Sharing
Reading,
Out
Of
Loving,
&
Giving
Darkness,
With words
No words.
Transparent
&
Demi-noir,
Saddened
&
Waiting,
Leaping
In
Tearful
Red
&
Yellow
Faith,
Soulful
&
Trusting
Kindness.
Poetically,
Crying,
Yours,
Transparent Noir
I - Growth
I am not always serious,
I smile
I can be quiet,
I can be loud
I am small
Yet
Every
Now
And
Then
I can bark.
Out.
LOUD.
I looove stretching,
I looove walking fast,
I am sometimes lazy,
Or picky,
Sometimes I rush
II - Un-centric DevotedThanks
I ask for people’s rubs,
They always
Have my back
In my very own,
Hairy,
Silent,
Language.
I thank all the people
That have,
Singularly
Or
Collectively,
Helped me.
Or hurt me.
Or hunted me.
Or haunted me.
They have
Helped me grow,
Into a better
Version
Of
My
Very
Foxy
Self,
As I hope
I help them.
By licking,
By being present,
By taking them
For cool
Urban
Philosophical
Walks
I hope
I do not
Get them
Lost
I am so naively cunning!
Oh and I say sorry,
If I have ever
Hurt them,
With my harmless
Cunningness
III - Devoted Intuition
I deeply love,
I trust my gut,
No matter
How peculiar
Some of those
Belly rubbers
Are
I am stubborn,
I can fight
even though
I do
get
tired
of fighting,
sometimes,
I just need
To snooze...
Will you rub my belly
When I wake up
from my
Barkfull
Dreaming?
If you do,
I will keep sharing
My words of canine wisdom,
To whomever wants to listen,
Or finds the time
To read my doggie
Verses
(I
ain’t
at all
wise.
Yet.
wiser
than my human,
i indeed
am.
No preaching!)
IV - Calm
My human is grand,
But i know
She would
And should
Willingly
Take a flexible
Helping
Hand -
But that is just
My tiny dog
Perspective
On life
Some
Translucent.
Quiet.
Deep.
Blue.
Unambiguous.
Melodious.
Waters.
Would do her good,
Too.
V - Selfless Self Trust
Slow flow,
Smart living,
Light out darkness,
Fun-Pain-Unwise,
Dog-People-Rule
Live-In-The-Present
Nothing-Is-Certain
Thinking-Is-Great
Old-Souls-Remain
And smile
(...entirely un-ironic
no human dog
is ever capable of irony...
...to my cunning
foxy knowledge)
Do you feel identified?
Silently Bark! Let Go! Belly Rub!
Good & Loving Karma
those who read well
can’t listen.
those who listen,
can’t
read
swells
optical
illusions,
subtle
splashes,
throwing
cobbles
into
bottomless
selfless
wells
feel
full
frail,
&
sorry
flowers,
wishful
thinking,
bound
by
infinite
spells
those who read well
will listen.
those who listen,
will
read
well
feel
full
flower,
infinite
subtle
splashes,
such
a
hurtful,
hurting,
heart-felt,
poppy
tale.
optical
illusions,
wishful
thinking,
flower
power.
yet, still.
so.
very.
deeply.
subtly.
Frail
Tempo,
Float,
Wise
&
Angel
Lines,
Learning
To
Flow,
Taking
The time,
While
Still
Drowsily
And hurtingly
Beating,
Badly,
Through the roads,
Going slow,
And then speeding.
Tempo,
Freezing time,
Lovingly,
Badly,
Seamlessly
Beating.
Blue,
Sincere
Heart,
Hellenic
Dreaming.
Fall,
Wise
&
Blue
Lines,
Learning
To
Flow,
Me
&
Thyself,
In stellar
Tempo,
Lyrical
Tingling.
Burning
& Fluid
Smile.
Life-long
&
Loving
Learning,
Touching
The
Sound,
Taking
Thy
Tickling,
Heart
Throbbing,
Subtly
Mind
Blowing
Hand,
Serendipity.
Perfectly
Imperfect,
Pure
&
Blemished,
Tarnished
Blue
&
Black.
Blind
Faith
That
Levitates,
Weightless,
The longing soul
Is
Mad.
Like a dream,
Dozed
In blueness,
Mindful,
Joy
Of
Black.
Bookworm
Veiled
&
Voidless,
The frailty's
All inside.
Dazed
&
Confused.
Weight-less
Soul-full
Vedic.
Perfectly
Imperfect,
Soul-full
Dazzled,
Dazed
&
Sad.
/Buy her a poem
/Pity their troubles
/Poor Moon melodic
/Moodle
Sleek
Paddle/
/De-puzzle
The puzzle/
/Friend
Foe
Night
Trouble/
/Sleep
And
Good-night/
Dare say it.
/Hug
Helping
Hand/
Dare grab it.
/Street
Purple
Poem/
Dare read it.
Dare write it.
Back to her,
, Aloud.
Drown in it.
,They thrive.
,In deep/murky/waters
/Translucent
Needs
Colour/
/Maze
Conscious
Truly/
They thrive.
/Tired
Sleep
Night/
/Translucent
Needs
Colour/
/Maze
Conscious
Truly/
/De-puzzle
The puzzle/
/Friend
Foe
Night
Trouble/
/Know where
To find her/
/Write
Sleep
Good-night/
Dare say it.
/Hug
Helping
Hand/
Dare grab it.
/Street
Purple
Poem/
Dare read it.
Dare write it.
/Black
White
Inked
Flower/
Back to her,
,Aloud.
