rivers

sixteen chains

sixteen chains

colder than a rainy day
in a dry sand stable
colder than a part
of a steely narrow cable

there is a boom in the sky
that makes us shudder
a memory growls in
incessant thunder

as more dances remind us
of the same twilight dream
and fewer gentle caresses
speak of another theme

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nostalgia

nostalgia

whatever went up
and disappeared
is gone at last

there won't be
another vow
another cause to confirm

for a long time now..

i have my space again
and jerks feel freer
awfully spaced again
with lesser sacked trial

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cold confused

bring it here, and now
before my silence speaks

shadows..
another territory of guile

climb over the side
of a hue inside
make a meaning again

away smile. stray clean
speak a word unseen
too many completed rings
colder than a confusion

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swirl

oh no, its here again
the kleptomaniac
at play, working with
drawn images absorbed

failed me and my walls
and couldn't hear my calls

so i sway and stir
from a dissonant space
a rung within
an anchored face

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in communicado

in communicado

i am a tyrant tiger
waiting behind the trees
to run to you
and swallow a leaf

so don't bother with
my snake tongue
or my gaping hole

for i stare not at a
blush on the forehead
or a hole on the phase

i am inside you already
climbing a twisted tree
to whack my face with wood
and break it all down to bits

cool silent comfort
escapes me, i'm weak
my heart trembles to fall
out like stupor speak
blurred and bleak

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simple

simple

its so simple to write it down,
i laugh at the trial deep inside

window pain in shadow
pot of tea on the desk

when did he write these
books and pictures before
a clouded bird cage

you may be taller
but i'm stronger now

fall to falter, to cover my eyes
spending a life of broken spies
hide and crawl until i die
wake a memory inside a real me

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shadow swims lake

shadow swims lake

your ego pokes my dust
your protests make me scream
and laugh until i cry

your meter scolds my mind
jump again on my roots
and fear red ants climbing

we're all going nowhere
so stop trying to show me
the way that's too dark
unlit and decaying

lamp in a shrine
burns for you
not my oil
or my seed

beep beep bleep
sap in the sky

not my memory
not my choice
not the back
of my heart

help me mention something
and wrap clouds around
your moonlit grace
smiling and silently staring

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fruit of unknown origin

fruit of unknown origin

(for the wolf inside)

i hear your sins crying
they pull me down
until i almost drown

before i close my eyes
a tear breaks down rivers
rapid decay of my inn

and we float freely until
the skies take their fill

paint my jazz eyes
paint my jazz eyes

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ignition

ignition

when it becomes a waste
this beautiful raw fruit

when i suffocate to draw
swallow taste invaluable
and drown the sonic flood
and feel it lesser

pulling you into this dance
and making it a better memory
snow falls by the candlelight
outside the fragile window

smiling is the sad sale
beyond a material scope

i can't justify this
to you, with my sorry words
when i fall asleep sick
this is not me

it shakes me into this sphere
puts me in and grows me in fear

your silly fear, i shake off
broken leaves undone dreams
and stare at the spotless sun
and the dust at my feet

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you

you

Glassy skirted angels in the snowy night
Hiding behind trees, wary of wolves
Flowery maidens of the sunny afternoon
Drowning their spirits, on edges of shores

Bantering in passion, dispassionately
Spinning a vibrant rain of magic
Walking ahead, leaving me behind
Hold my head, fold my feeble ears

Aesthetic beauties of asymmetric dreams
In a divine spiral, an unnoticed harmony
Celebrate this smile, in the blink of an eye

you’ve never seen it
your hair in the sunlight
it’s too tempting, too easy
to reach out and gently grab
these bitter colored strands
conspiring to stab my fingers

with their fragrant grace
these brilliant sands
glowing with life inside

but you can see them too
and we can’t reach them

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lunar

lunar

i see the sun
and the moon
each day

growing their seperate ways
in union, as one

today is no different
whenever

birds flew to the east
and dragonflies
nowhere in particular

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gentle

gentle

for the grub of stake
hale and sympathetic
creed shades a mind

all in a book of sorts
explode articulate chain
speak of an other word

undo hip or critical screams
cheat that flame twice
seal an element
this tired trial, too trivial

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playtime

playtime

wrap ice cream nut and cold daisy
like juice in a box

all looking shapeless
like to see, the sea

monstrous mountain
behind me shake
quiet slumber faint
brimful of cherry

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pain

pain

change this burn
learn to swim

chide the silence
funk in monkey

watch it fade
spoil the sorrow

bluebell you play
claws shrink mine

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stories in vein

stories in vein

history, a funny reason to be

speak to kings and strangers
and strange kings you doubt

sure is, a foggy idea to me
drowning in the urban flood
holy slivers of the grayed

closer home, all alone

it fell from another place
surprising stars in blackness

identify this. space, time, ways

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blood

blood

the mother dying philosopher
better than me
the mother killing philosophy
better than you
black turns to blue
black turns to blue
recorder working okay
recorder working okay
teenage anthem playing in the background
pale guy throwing seeds at sparrows
the infinite universe beckons
the infinite universe beckons
get off the plane
crashland into a crystal ship on colder clouds
crashland into a crystal ship on cock eyed clouds
Turn your head inside out.
brains unfaced. brains unfazed.
Turn your head inside out.
like an orange. an orange orange.

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fruit

fruit
old wise

oddball moon (Aye min7 + efF(2) My 7)

it was all blues when it started
circling down into your head
spinnning these messages inside me
screaming where will i be led

am i ? (The min [4] + See[1] + Aye[3])

am i writing today for my baby's sake
or is it just another fatalist flaw
as the tree breaks off branches
you come here and speak to me

triangles (De flower 1-m3-m7 / 1-M3-M7 / 1-4-8 [X2])

wandering shallow ponds of free light
trip and turn into a treeless hill
see your care and concern combine
to step into the silent sea...
step into the silent sea

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by the way

by the way

sensed it flying outward
piercing the night sky
like a shrill cricket
gracefully unmoved

it hurt the circumference
spun it all around
primal cause of grace
woven with dreamy sunlight

hurt the bat cave
and feathery leaves fell
feel nothing tickle toes
its just a soaring sour note

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sweeter hisses of cymbals

sweeter hisses of cymbals

discretise your shake
swing it slowly, again

hands, hands, kick
my feet into action

unpaint this spectrum
of visual vice unseen

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knew me

knew me

stay the way you are
you social monster
you big hungry wolf

don't change it now
you mad mad monk
its not going to be
and it may never go

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mucky mercury river

mucky mercury river

forgetting is easier
easier than birds
grasp, don't cling
don't struggle to suffer
swim beyond this
mucky mirth in the river

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oxygen and carbon

oxygen and carbon

a photo essay
ordered bumpy ride

steering to avoid
swerving to collide

meaningless metallic rings
shapeless washing machine sounds
metal strings on a wooden board

perspectives crumble with age
memories strengthen and support
analyse continuously the myriad
links and more between people

journey back exhausted
covered with dust and bittered dreams
to enter a change in weather

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downward

downward

if there were a point,
looking into the same
old dark eyes
disguising expressions coldly
rather look downward
constantly distracted by fire
concentrated through ice
picture a thousand again
somewhere else, some other time

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phantom solidarity

phantom solidarity

a convergence of principles,
i want to break it all down to bits
a dark unity of greed,
i see a sphere in my hands
the crude is possibly real,
i need to subject this to me
a composition of layers trickles,
the bugs chase the play of branches
it meagrely reaches in circulated ploys

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guess

guess
creator sitting under a tree
said it was time to let go.
of these words and instruments

falling, again to keep in step,
broken leaves bother nobody
its time to move on today

flowers in my mind awaken thee
wish i could be reality, see
its not me, or my choice really

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rivers

rivers

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triangles

triangles

coffee shop dude with the hop
screams forever decaf dreams
brittle bitter brain comes around
to see the silence in the lot
sparks fly across a screen
systematic old approval

when i look down
the rain fall from behind
circuiting in its clockwise spiral
bringing in the unkown, secrets
beyond this temporary horizon

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oddball moon

oddball moon

i am the gloom in the sky
a moonlit sea with sailing breath
cold curtains try and follow
and the mirror sees through
it all

i am a face in the crowd
big blazing wild scar eyes
serpents crawl beyond this
trees forever circle wisely
to throw

i've got to leave these ashes behind
like shells in the sand by the sea
we'll all take it back again
someday... someday...

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synchronized weekends

synchroninzed weekends

had a phone in may
for this august weather
proclaim across seas
this claim to the sky

stop going online
curious conversation
interrupts crookedly
a lonely sunday

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falling off the moon

falling off the moon

like a tired astronaut
umbilically tied to his bot
senseless stars crowding
his dying meagre view

a bird's sparkling circus
takes more than a minute
bowled sunlit drops mean
a brilliant summer dance

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spreadsheets

spreadsheets

sort them by a favourite
escaping the played, counting
meaningless numbers in music
all together following nothing
spiral inward and its safer here
for the monster in the sheep

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streams

streams

laughing at a lonely crying man
is a sign of some strange alchemy
fear turns into anger, humour and love

i have no gold, only an adapter
that may recharge your connections
or drown in a flood of turbulence

this love is ours and i am yours
and we keep my mind in tune
to the laughable moments

a little red ant bit my love
so i swatted it away like a fly
and that made me a tiger

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baby poll

baby poll

pollen pollution
a winged sky
reflections of light
in the pond
plastic paper electricity
on the shore
a library of images
it all came tumbling down

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king rat dubious

king rat dubious

cannot set you free
with the eye of my mind
the little i see
is all you can find

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