Unfold

Some eight miles away
Far beyond the everyday
Where streams slither
Into the most known
A conversation is sown
And greener meadows roll
Down all hills in song
One as life shared
Enough to let breathe
To railway lines home
Dissected among tales
Summer to winter all same
Varies though in shades
Into quieter corners receded
Those pages on my condition
Forever changing tongues
Collection of truths
Those jars full of sweets
Whenever I asked, was given
Of course priceless unyielding
Thank you for words then
One more time prayers range
And moulded in care
Or what was it always
Security?
Death perhaps a better tread
Trains screech on tracks
Halted misery
Come forever undone
Wishes to see no further
No more into or onto
For shapes once spiralled
In words realities bend
Logic, Logic, Logic
Hail! The most democratic
For beasts of truths lodged
Jails and traps, cultivated
Or a movie it could have been
For you to see
Times change uncalculated
Unrestrained then hearts
Forever to some beat
Measured when calm
Or prepared from trees
But shadows we carry
All logically black
Spoken barely then
Changing currency
To hold this one gem
That was once found
Lost to some wilderness
In no time
As we unfolded
Hand by hand
Slipped Eyeland…

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She Leaves

Unmasked dream or the living wake
Rather from memory persistent
Of that one flame in forest shone
Self-contained, yet suffered alone
Before a wreckage certain
Some twenty paces close
Recedes into worlds restrained
Unwanted wrappers and empty bottles
From the night when you sat
Belonged to smoke and daily haze
Woven from moonlit word strands
Beside dismal flavors assume
A place among the trees
Where threads selfless tread
Spiders often had you confused
In prey conspiracies of the bee
Yet in words the legs tap
Fifteen around sixteen to four
Back at three and nevermore
For a few pictures I have
Of poems written in daze
Of the hollowest spirit gaze
Lustrous than before, the eyes
Yet mourning and endless cries
For the morning wood was wet
Was it the dream?
Or the higher purpose?
Consumed in utter confusion
Some poisonous moods
To demise the spark resume
Those pictures I had
Kept me warm
For each in wet morning I burn
To dry the wands
Surprise the fire embark
And she leaves the rest
Decorated to annals of fame
Perched griffon in wisdom tell
Of wonders gained in filth
How does situation sound?
Lighter always to life approach
Forever unchained let go
Yet we condense here
The spirit duct
Or network immaculate
And see it form again
Steam after steam
Rock solid, rock solid
This mould then heavy
Numbs my walk again
Yet I hold close
Enough to score
Another night full of dust
Among stars and the rest
But this filth?
Disposal foremost our lone call
Boundless in chains we fall…

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Accident

Enclosure sudden, well-shaped
Calm and shine slain
Humble ideas among minds
Those anchored often sail
Flawed judgements
Made arrangements
Yet off the shore
Rickety frames
Held in bodies quiet
Unstoppable our conquest
Dreamy our shadows
Left enough pages said
Out the windows
A vision, mostly decorated
Of greater purpose
And meaningful repose
When in centuries recorded
From difference to difference
Within changes most certain
Me unto myself
And the other way round
Clocks another hour
As season do swing
In numbers forgotten homeward
Where stages another act
That had the first impression made
Solemn words then touch
For deeper still in all focus
Laughter for fools
Lower somewhere, perhaps pleasure
Pain the most noble
Always undress, moons to perfume
And rivers to tears
Such alchemy most respected
Sacrifice, yet a voice mustered
How well the world blame
Your tone’s too rich
Might promise enough fame
To have your candles
In midnight carnal voids ignited
And guaranteed sharper minds
To the accident let us please sing…

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Wilderness

From sudden a frail echo
Of the voice in scent once known
Forlorn in heavens speaker roar
As they sat silent in stools made
Finest hairs and glasses fair
Towards sanitised a cultural remain
Of once this scent in woods known
Songs of mist and desire
Lost eternal in speeches
Fire below as curtains stare
For outside our forest blaze
In chapters now tread
One after the other my call
To witness another ear
As the heart might skip a beat
To your eyeless twitch breeze
Then foremost beauty I hold
To speak in devil’s name
My body to its share
Divided in tongues
That often in wines drench
Dancing to the air in a cave
And truth be told before fire
That my chalice forever empty
Full of nothing, always overflow
Down the mountains, waterfalls as such
Lagoons soaked in handkerchiefs
Resonates peace all over again
Then finest a glory shaped today
Folding arms to arms again
None but spirits resume
The fire born now
In a richer perfume…

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To name a few…

Eight paragraphs beyond
Upon a moonlit night
Dawns fresh light of trust
To make believe eyes as just
Then rose warmth somewhere
To air lit as fire remain
Always receding escaping breaths
Then thought must’ve been room better
For spaces divided, charter first
But fortune! O sodden!
The air to bring me life
Unasked, yet granted
Flourishes and blooms
From forests to oceans
All brilliant and diverse.
Happiest then we still hold
Possible worlds we negate
Through the window every time
A room of thought
And the air of life
Holding hands in narrow lanes
Where spirits condense
Circle around in blue and pale
Stars silver shine among
Hair and hair of endless decay
Gentle greens behind shy
As heavens perfume cry
For the air had to leave
Cast somehow
Light on departed coal…

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Govern

Serving textual sentence
For generations made easy
Must have your age cast
Among wanderers of shadows
Caught unawares this time
With false eyes and withered face
Patient and unspoken her brow
Forever your backhand wishes
This time again to her claim
Picky of feelings, as if sold in malls
Clearly your text did not contain
Free spirits of a forest
But you govern ever still
And complain of a bad taste
Rather snob of a puritan
Deep down just malevolence
Your best line of defense
Let me remind you friend
The day we first met
When you lit fires
Very close to our forest
It was then winter,
Perhaps why you felt the urge
To hunt the beast you desire
And shook my hands clean
Hardly knew what went on
Until morning I see
I see the forest burn down
For that beast, wild as child
Could not be contained
And then you shook hands again
This once you introduced yourself
And you had courage
Pronouncing me not a friend
Helped in chances of disgust
Unable to yet see
How your negative vibe was here
Captured and mastered
When I chose to embrace
Engage and speak to trees
To cut new paths on her skin
Owning her body again
Glorified in self interest
That is how it must be done
The capital you invest
All booze, sex and photograph
To justify capital profitable.
Then when I crawled upon her
She confessed a certain pain
Of nearing death
Entangled in your web
In dew drops morning eyes weep
To remind solemn a sheep
How wet grasses sleep
Night after night pure choices
Dissected feelings render shit
And thrown away, unwanted
Unneeded, unheeded
Formed in male greed, your cities
Feminine but the forest conserve
To resist in blood
Every shame that you deserve.

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Water

Entangled strands thinking bright
For light so shone powerless might
Through the tunnel so escaping
Words of feather cast benign
Each on self, full in size
Must so rhyme inside
Glints of chords to dust
And dispersed in yellow sight
Diffused into greens and browns
As eyes might heart beat
Fires in forest sacrifice
To legends that rose to woven heights
None could tell which one’s which
For threads also prime
Because, because and because
In moonlit nights
Upon surface waters shine
Hopes clad in white
As winds gently sweep
Heaps of ink to write
In yarns warm and hands clean
Temple worn with feather behind
Earth which then gravity resume
To hold on light
Often then arose behind the veil
Walking down wet shores
Humble each step leading
To demise gravity off my feet
Cutting off all strings
Into water where I find
A dream cleansed inside…

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Presence

presence

Quieter nights with apparel ranged
Hidden behind illness of change
A season gained in loss of heart
Hollow each and limited art
Where blood screams of cold
By the river on moonlit side
Misfortune our intimate
Cursed before in selfish rage
And later brotherly gaze
Conversed breathing pictures
Forgotten in several time
And selves never cast
Enough then perhaps better
Open skies endless here
More than that was assumed
Before disease shielded escaped
Leaving behind just the page
In blank visions to stare
All that falls shall be true
Hence to own shadows in lights
Designs and rich prophecies
Rising cornered each too high
Borders to cages all comply
Meek tonight the beast in shackles
Yet hopeful ears and eyes assemble
Collected whether walk or still
Always outsides that thrill
Certain then instincts praise
Moments as happen in days
A play in melody you seem
Mine to which notes bleed
Urging again to have shared
But your course granted dear
Step by step concealed in pace
Strategic beast to griffon form
His presence then upon a tree
Ancient wisdom green
To blue shrills upon those who tell
And darker than your gold
Trophies shining placed on hands
Proud then this figure you hold
And goddess some clever clothes
I grasp transparent
Could use this once more
For I often get tired of trees
Should find your gold to sit.

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Semantic Justice – 8

rewind

 

Somewhere else you have been trying numbers from one place designed to allow sense that mostly by their children were not going anywhere near to earth.

Exhale since then has not come back into town forever alone in your street with cheese cake emblems adding to scream just like seasons in my head.

But if you have been thinking certain poetry in moonlit measure flowing into my language case with herbs from German highs can’t make sure that we are.

Precision framed under different ways respect tangible echoes rub at doorstep in midnight velvet gossips stunt siblings as you want some more money than there was nothing wrong with being frozen.

Take away your username on my bed watching prison camp for that purpose in you to have JavaScript turned into my language that we had essential oils ourselves.

Forgiven hours in my head blooms out there was something about this morning to discuss on deep heat from your mistakes were destroyed data.

Justice for truth play in which they were going back and forth between numbers.

Cult

 

clan

 

Insurgent this flow together
Among chores in men suppressed
Moving in words often bless
Photographs in memory confess…

Stand before you naked
When I met you
Rising forms to endless hues
A clan among the warriors
This rage shall shake
Dances in every groove
Neck seeded her display
Merchant doubt in convey
To lips mine in a gaze
How much shall it take?
Tea rose on perfect perfume
Nose to her neck inhale
Wine and secrecy of wild
Master one to others seated
Upward upon her thigh
Rowing mystery past prelude
Devouring bodies in time
Circles to spiral a fiery notion
Creation in womb the warrior resumes
Sleeping jinxed to a world heated
Born virgin into the way conclude
Riches and glory always escape
Her arms forever encase
Our children in cosmic dust
Merciless consume.

Let me see you undress
On blue bird you can flame
This morning cigarette blame
Heart’s safe in primal cage
What truth can be?
Art finds the tribe
And the clan renewed
Proud she stands
Sooth her eyes
To fuming Medusa recall
A bleeding knight of eyes
To head amongst champions
Ingress bound he stood
Cobblestones to galaxy
Of muses certain
This night of knights.

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