CADMIUM DIFFERENCE OF DAWN

I like it WHEN YOU STAND HERE

  cause when i lose my mind

half of migratory birds

sing within a circle /

Round about
 
  inside my molten volcanic mouth

as Beauty deafens

then Makes them follow the appearance
of a burning shadow of their echo’d
unknown ~~

The personal echo is wide to blaze
The carriage of mine canary birds
dying but singing, “I feel this one”

The carriage defends its passengers alive.

Calcium passengers

CADMIUM   difference of dawn
without her permission

Hot rigid detached dreams
Legs as if they speak in her two herself
And she answers herself as she herself runs
How can she fly in role of invisible island

I am the dead I am the living I am the poet
I am the sun I drown your parched throat
inside our heads we keep living and dreaming
and crying and weeping

One dream is simply of love.

:: 05.22.2023 ::

My Beloved Flower,

With each stroke of my quill, I strive to capture the essence of our love, a symphony that defies mortal boundaries.

Above the chessboard city, our love reigns, thundering like polished leather, illuminating our world in a burst of radiant light.

Confusion and wonder intertwine as I stand amidst waves, snow, and the brilliance of a gathered hand.

Within this surreal realm, I yearn to hold you, my jungle child, in the depths of my half-opened heart, a diamond of ecstasy.

Your presence fills me with boundless delight, igniting words that transform into a phosphorescent fern, a delirious dance of change.

You are my lost goddess, guiding me with your enchanting song.

Between pillows, your eyes hold a reserve of air, defying logic as a woman without arms or a star without roots.

Our love resides amidst the petrified rain, where pleasure lingers, awakening the dawn with two doors, moving and informing the winds that beckon the tigers.

Amidst misfortunate furniture, our love intervenes in fierce dreams, defending against venomous snakes. It emanates light, illuminating like a bud from a silver tree, leaving unique footprints upon the vibrant carpet.

In this realm, shadows graze with sparkling vanity, mirroring maritime volcanoes. The tumult of stones echoes through the depths of my soul. Hear, my love, for this symphony is composed solely for you.

Yours forever,

This Gentle Poet

(When Mind Sleeps)

Shadows seeping / weeping back reflections
measured passion, hand-to-hand passion
tears upon cherished faces, lantern of white rice
which face fully morning singing birds glides
as Souls, through windy tongues

In everything I return in side my heart
Suspending the feet upon toes of my marble
Sweeping breath turning love’s headlights
raising hands with love

As from the very last house of my mouth.
Disgust was the moon with melan choly
speaks lost dreams ~~ only dreams we
see while weeping silently at night

:: 0.23.2023 ::