To envelop or not to envelop... to elope to another address... of love
lava of topos to burn into what... the question maintains the wonder
of life to elope, elope, into a slope of unregretted desire
desire question one and the same and the movement makes you even more
hot with charge to attribute or untouch the death of the altitude to be
un less triggered for the line wonders above in surprise
To be the selff you do not know
caught off guard with yourself... hello did you know
that all you are is the anti-thesis put yourself into NOT
well come and well go and remain within because you never can tangibly leave
who you are
are is the non-event of what you will discover
Won- Der and dare dear dar and cling to the non-safety net of believing
the non-existence of what you thought was your desire...
De-tect, de- fect and de-rive
the article of absolute thesis of
story mould into out of pathos
the lathos that breaks your ineffable pure essence
which you inscribed upon yourself insistently.
You still are pure ... even
when you decide to hurt your one and only ideal in life...
THe Perfect Love.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
creative poetry
The making of another thread of wonder.
To ask for the single unique respect of a train of thought
is to think there is one side to a mirror.
Feeling separated or not, the binaries have becomes particles
to the puzzle of the view.
The breeze turned wind of storm is brushing the heart with strokes of freedom.
The mind agrees, the intellect disagrees and the unconscious revels in the scenario of craze.
Wake up and smell the summer deep within thy bossom will you find the liberation from
chains you strained yourself with.
You, and only you must read the secret of the escape and regroup and review and relive
fight of the matter.
It is not matter, it is not a fight: a bespoken suit borne upon
a fuel of skin and eyes that do not meet.
When the mouth speaks through desire she destroys the shrine of her shell
cracking it open and closed only to turn into more
blooms of choices of water.
embrace and caress me for I need to tell myself that nothing.
Nothing can explain I, only you can caress what you see.
If you do.
but I am free at least, in this present moment.
To ask for the single unique respect of a train of thought
is to think there is one side to a mirror.
Feeling separated or not, the binaries have becomes particles
to the puzzle of the view.
The breeze turned wind of storm is brushing the heart with strokes of freedom.
The mind agrees, the intellect disagrees and the unconscious revels in the scenario of craze.
Wake up and smell the summer deep within thy bossom will you find the liberation from
chains you strained yourself with.
You, and only you must read the secret of the escape and regroup and review and relive
fight of the matter.
It is not matter, it is not a fight: a bespoken suit borne upon
a fuel of skin and eyes that do not meet.
When the mouth speaks through desire she destroys the shrine of her shell
cracking it open and closed only to turn into more
blooms of choices of water.
embrace and caress me for I need to tell myself that nothing.
Nothing can explain I, only you can caress what you see.
If you do.
but I am free at least, in this present moment.
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