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/Letting Go Of Onomatopoeic Loops Vacuous Words Enchanting Melodies/ /Yearning for Sizzling Urban Sounds Omens of Electric Blue, and Peaceful Skies Unanimously, Solely, Togetherly Rocking Away to the Machine Beats/ /Sensing Odes, and Dreaming of Untimely, Timeless, Musical Life Learnings/ /Begin Old New One Full/ /Such is the Nocturne Future/ /The future Of Musical Magic/ /The Music With No Silent Ending/ /Sensing Odes, and Dreaming of Untimely, Timeless, Musical Loop Line Learning/
a time for riddles a time for fun a time for caresses a time for luscious whispered verses dark and feathery Venetian masks unmasked soft hearts that still retain those childish bright blue pink yellow purple shades with pony-tails like a little child that lost his twin when life grew bitter a fiery force a flame awake don’t let it burn don’t let it die like an old soul seeing her reflection in a broken mirror, only to calm down when swimming. only to slow down while watching. the watery moon flow of Night. velvety, dark and feathery, Venetian mask. keep the flame awake. don’t let her burn. old souls remain here there over down under and above new in space in nothing-ness that’s the only meaning of the uni-verse, this life-long riddle. get into trance, at least some time. old soul caress, feel with new eyes, bite with your teeth, and keep those child-full bright blue pink yellow purple shades. and pony-tails like Water. the Music, of Silence. nothing everything sense soul mind, write flow caress, play share, be kind, a real friend. even when silence can be dark and scary for the lonely child, some of the time. listen to the Music, untamed and sensuous, watery, transparent, deep blue pink yellow. cheerfully dark, like poetry new in space in nothing-ness that’s the only meaning of the uni-verse this life-long and aquatic riddle Trust Moon Sun Music, Respectful Verse, The beauty of riddles that become transparent some Moon-full nights.
Are you creative ? I am extremely creative, A great artist So creative That I create Even when I am Not wanting To creatively create I create Debate Creative Cunning Caring Careless Casual And combative Deceitful, People Player, Powerfully Pondering, Pinnacle Of Humanity Pensively Smiling, Dreamily Biting, And then Retreating Powerfully Pondering, Pinnacle Of Humanity Are you creative ? I am extremely creative A great artist So creative That I create Even when I am Not wanting To creatively create I create Debate Ever wondered Why your creative Cunning Caring Careless Casual And combative Self Creates Chromatic Cuddles And then retreats From combat To caring Careless Cunningness ? Casual Chromatic Cuddles, Pensively smiling Are you a good person ? I am thin-lipped And not an artist Though I am still purple Sometimes, all Zen Be good and truthful To your real friends, And read them well, Artist
Sea/ Salty/ Saw/ Drizzling Dowry/ Divergent Dreaming/ Zombie Bloom/ Black Butterfly/ Ripping/ Roaring/ Divergent Rearing/ Zombie Bloom/ Black Butterfly/ Back to bearing/ A hidden meaning/ Drizzling Dowry/ Divergent Core/ A hidden life Sea/ Salty/ Saw/
Lie Love Leave Dandelions Do not grow In your spring garden But thorny Dark Roses Do instead Winter-blooming And seducing And smiling Frosting the heart Piercing the mind Retreating to Limerent Loneliness Once satisfied A dark thorny rose Until the next Freudian sleep Leave Love Lie Winter bloom An eyelid kiss
Sinful Senses Selfish Sounds Sandy Smells Seducing Scents Softly Simmering Sips of Sedative Scenic Silence Sizzling Senses Sinful Sounds Seducing Smells Scenic Smells Softly Silently Seducing Sedative Scents Sinful Sizzle
One step forward One to the side I try to dance My feet Won’t follow I face the shame Of belonging Nowhere Here There Down Under Over And above I want to fly Those stars keep charming me But I feel chained To a barking tree Barely half a meter Of a run allowed When I could be Forever galloping Through the yellow sea I face the thrill Of belonging Nowhere Here There Down Under Over And above I want to fly First time you try The fall may hurt But it’s worth feeling You melt inside Like barking trees That sweat Gold anger And love and lust Dancing with charm A nervous laugh A subtle kiss A breath of air Nowhere Here There Down Under Over And above Forever dancing Through the yellow sea
Poppy Petals Beacons Night I cannot sleep I cannot dream I close my eyes My mind goes blind Just for a second In an infinite loop Of dreamless drain To start again Flower Petals Beacons Night I was a witch in previous lives And this is why I cannot sleep I am forever burning In insomniac heaven I need more petals Cradling me into Languid death To start again An infinite loop Of dreamful drowsiness Poppy Petals Beacons Night
From poppies Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. Subjective beauty And a creative tinge. She bites her lips, A full-blown plastic Moon Floating in an ocean Of red feathers. Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. They decorate The crumbs That feed the birds. You take a bite, Like them you fly And you stop crying. If you were crying. You bite her lips And catch a glimpse Of your twisted soul In the bathroom mirror. And then you leave. Subjective beauty And a creative tinge. Dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. Subjective thoughts, Creative bite, I saw a ghost. That ghost Was me.