That broken wheel, without a carriage or passenger,
whose journey is seen by most unreal eyes.
In that glimpse of forgotten reason,
you came to me as a good idea.
Begging my sleeping brain to be yours,
but the permanently attentive mind
could never yield.
So be it, in all our dreams
I am, the one who sees all four seasons.
:: 3.02.2023 ::
who’s most afraid of death? though
art of him
utterly afraid, I love of thee
(beloved) this
and truly i would be
near when his scythe takes crisply the whim
of thy smoothness. and marke the fainting
murdered petals.
Who is afraid of love? That words and
whispers cut the Soul in belief _ her voice and breathe softly against me
i see adventurous life and love.
To be brave is to love unconditionally
without expecting anything in return.
That you pierce my soul I am half agony,
half hope. Against promise, peace, against
hope, happiness, against discouragement that could
be. In light, I learn to love. In this beauty,
how I make poetry. That you dance within my
heart where no one sees — but at times
centuries do. How your love becomes Art.
:: 02.24.2023 ::
In the depths of night, alone he writes
His pen, a sword, his mind, in flight
But in his thoughts, a shadow creeps
A madness that never sleeps
The words he writes, they twist and turn
His mind, a fire that cannot burn
In every line, a touch of pain
A sorrow that cannot be tamed
His words once flowed, like a gentle stream
Now they scream, like a haunting dream
His mind, a maze, a twisted path
A journey that will never last
The poet’s madness, it takes control
A darkness that swallows his soul
His words, a poison, a deadly brew
A madness that only he knew
His mind, a prison, he cannot escape
A darkness that cannot be shaped
He writes and writes, until the end
A madness that he cannot fend
The world may see, a poet’s art
But in his mind, a raging heart
A madness that never fades away
A price he must forever pay
So let his words, be a warning tale
A poet’s mind, a fragile veil
For in the depths of his despair
His madness, a permanent snare.
:: 02.23.2023 ::
Love, madness, death – a trinity, pure,
Whose depths I’ve plumbed, their secrets sought;
Yet still I search, forevermore,
For answers that can’t be bought.
Love, a fierce and passionate flame,
That burns so bright, it sears the soul;
A madness that none can ever tame,
A force that’s far beyond control.
Madness, a tempest wild and free,
A storm that rages deep within;
It twists and turns, consuming me,
Until my very essence thins.
Death, a quiet, peaceful rest,
A place where all my fears can cease;
A final breath, a gentle caress,
A release from this mortal lease.
But in love, madness, death entwined,
I find a beauty, pure and true;
A love that transcends space and time,
And binds my heart to only you.
For in your eyes, I see a light,
A spark that kindles flames anew;
A madness that consumes outright,
And death that brings me close to you.
So let us journey hand in hand,
Through love and madness, death and more;
For in this trinity we’ll stand,
Together, forevermore.
:: 02.23.2023 ::
IF as love-rose by love eating pure air here
that without our soul that our mind checked in
snow and frost bent everywhere your beauty
entombed by sanctuary is the truest love
unless unblessed by a mother — are you this one
not if i remember the imagine of thee by my beautiful legacy
though errant eyes confound the human mind.
Captive. I have captured
my false society ~~ instead seeking
roses of tranquility and searching
for a woman who has died many souls.
How not as bastards she chose
to dress her beauty new and this poet
who speaks to me.
Then love is a Rose.
:: 02.18.2023 ::
NEVER tell your most
sensitive secrets to those
that do not love you;
Famous mouths are not truthful sounds
their cancerous mouth maligns
envious gangrene and hatred as vomit.
Be truthful, for the sun is; light for day
the moon at night as lovers whisper lullabies
To be honest is to know one’s self: it is
something i am working on day by day.
and every night I pass away
into visions and dreams.
:: 02.16.2023 ::
MY Love. Whom I Love.
Do you hear me?
My love?
My dear? The One who knows
me as no other one?
Are you here or dead?
My Dear One. I am here.
But not there in a sane manner.
As you are physical i am not
My love for you never chances
your tears are of mine: joy
for your comfort and belief
eternally.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
INSIDE humanities hands
concepts such as numbers
and words constructed from
consciousness should never
be had! It will be the
fall of us all (who have
already fallen so far).
Now in future time
both numbers and words
become weapons
to destroy My Design
oh starry night, what should
be done? That does not
erase the beauty of stars
above?
All Abstract
pieces of thoughts
and of heart!
is Eternal Shining
be.. . <FLASH>
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
MADE TO BE BROKEN
Tonight I’d give up my dreams
for tomorrow’s Love of You
because i know you feel me
somehow and it’s all i taste
right now : the angel’s say
it’s never or now to speak
And i live in a world which seems
to throw for broken tears
: the truth of moments within your
Life and i don’t wish for the world
to ever see me because I was made
to be Broken.
As i am.
:: 02.10.2023 ::
***D R A F T ***
the World is all about
the Myth the riff
of Revolution, alright
where the baby cries
where mothers wish
to die — it’s never right
we all want to change
the world you know | tonight!
Anyway the world blows
never matters to me
we exchange hand shakes
we dance in the dark night
you know we expect evolution
and often times the baby bird
falls out of her nest — it’s
gonna be just right | it’s just
love and magic some musical
emotion___all right! All right!
All right!
LL 92,19,2923 LL
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