Hyper-sleeping in diamond dust.
Above the dreaming pool
bursting river feelings as
sudden swollen demands.
Let them permeate the earth.
Mother’s core contains all heaviness,
all sorrows and more seasoned scenarios.
Even though his voice
went into a vacuum void,
he was not confused in the darkness. Eventually the light passes through
Daughter Colma, universal child
silently waits on the high hill.
Persistant to find her lover again.
Rising in the gloaming, out of clay, her love, shaped by the beam of fire.
Until summer days fill with ash,
goes beyond the river’s edge.
the innerconnected horizon.
Up the arc of his haloed skin.
Willfully dripping prisms.
surprises us out of our pleasures
Guzzling down demi-gods,
for a chance to walk down
that black opal bridge
Into the portal masterpiece;
a collection of reveries
The bleeding blot comes to me
in a green night
Enveloped in a vibration
A Rothko blur
Move backwards into chatoyancy
Waited eons to be scanned by those eyes
Like magnetic mountains pulled and left fragments of a ship
A fragile line,
as flowers are in the wintertime
The moonglow glittering
A buoyant royal blue
hovering over the golden velvet valley
A drowsy hum
Descending towards the door,
Where the heart is full
Heavenly dreaming and healing. A great artist✨
Bury us where we fall.
Let the pillars of salt tumble, washed away in the monsoon rains.
Stain our souls with an oil of an age.
Squeezed from the ruby fruit swallowed by God.
Bones break and winds change.
Breathing a new time and vision to assemble.
Unpack the dreams that were lost to us.
Glow them out like phosphorus diamonds in our minds.
Let us turn and change in the weather.
Weathered too many storms and cracked by too many winters.
Lay down into the ivy and close the eyes of the young.
Speak tender words of softened touches and understanding.
Leave us to fade into time, our sorrow to crumble like stone.
Speak our names as we finally disappear.
And turn back to stardust
Betrayal in the Universe
The fertility of my thoughts are held in distrust with the blade of the knife twinkling my name.
Blood by signature written in violence bleeding the pages to live a less painful life away.
The fear of poverty strikes me in the pit of vipers with the bite in closing the eyes for a fatal
And the filter initiated by the structure of creative safety when tides do turn are vague
recollections in the rages of claws which pierced none the wiser.
I was pulled down to drown by the string of watery graves which savors wetness in leaving
behind poisonous waters.
An inspiration to believe a suppressed inept erosion in glimpses of silent nuptial that is published
by the universe.
While my life canvas was titled, “Distorted privileges,” and was painted by a brush of fury.
Fear only touches once before disrobing itself and…
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Jellyfish spit love
Tinkering with nature
The pleasure geyser from under the frown
Settle for up or down
A friend that failed you;
Once a three headed goddess
Now she’s restless as a Wolfgang huntress
Chasing a sorrow bit tale
A mad clap ovation to tear down the love summit
Perplexed, when we come back for more harm
When times are good, demanded the sorrow to stay away
Pushy like the river into the sea
Water element, better then the air to breathe
The horizontal bones
sinking bells below,
Out of decadence we all go under, in watery graves tonight
In hope, to awaken in aria’s soul-mist
A great acquiesce, to exist
A perpendicular recovery
In a circulation towards love again