Lunar Doodle

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Poetry
.Sense
Say
Song
Sing
Something.

..Foam
Felt
Fear
Fantasy
Found..

…Meow
Maul
Modern
Moon
Magic…

….Roar
Rear
Rip
Rope
Ripe….

….Licit
Lasting
Lemon
Lunar
Longing….

…Distant
Diamond
Dusty
Doodle
Devil…

..Infant
Image
Irk
Inspire
Idea..

.Time
Distant
Meaning.

Image.
Sleep.
Write.
Can -
In null space  ?

.Lunar
Ripe.
.Lasting

Lunar Doodle.

Meow.

Loop Line Learning

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Poetry
/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/

Riddle

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Poetry
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.

Artist

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Poetry
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

Hidden Life

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Poetry
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/

Therapy

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Poetry
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

Sizzle

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Poetry
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

Barking Trees

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Poetry
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

Insomnia

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Poetry
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

I Saw a Ghost

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Poetry
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.