allow

Allow me to love you

my distant stranger

aside from mundane and

lips and intercourse

building an untruthful trust

of glimpses

touched by the eyelids

the ontology of time

lying on my bed,
gulping from the time
I do not have

I seem to lack in something
Because everyone
does not seems to like

the way I'm gulping from their time

At last

i unspoke
unsang and undreamed
i
unblinded
i walked
i unstopped
i untouched
the unfathomed
i

>><< Reflection of a Dream >><<

Out of the darkness of my dream,
The flash of a light beam,
You appeared before my eyes.
That was a sign in my life,
To know that I will be alright.
All my pleads and my cries,
Were answered by the sparkle in your eyes.
Among the tears I have shed,
The layers of pain my heart has bled,
I shall carry on.

input/output

saying this
by writing it
means that I'm silent
when I speak to you

there is no sound
because of the technology
because of the distance
but the sound could be a song,
without a voice
because of the instrument
because of the lack of a voice.

i'm letting you know
that all is well,
but not as it should be,
but as it is.

Stootzen, stationless & plane... still

afraid not knowing I became
I touched
it all exists
of bars, and chains, and anguish
eviscerated beings of being
I saw
I see
through my shut eyelids
a bowl of potluck spewing against the gravitation
its own impunity of pain
a birth to die in reason
to ever live
belief

GATEWAY

Pushing away walls of doubt
Anticipation takes over
With every breath
Heightened minds feeding off unspoken words
Treading in warm pools of expectation
Digging deeper into intuitions
Floating on invisible hands
Lips no less than blissful perfection
Aching expectations give me no rest
Time and space surreal
Taken without words, at your mercy
Relentless currents, a vortex opens

The EDGE

Hold my eyes, never let go
Release yourself into my hands
Inhale and breath your secret demands

Graciously I wait the pounding of your heart
Euphoria flies on wings of a dove
Sending you to heaven on the clouds above

Like a summer breeze i touch your skin
Feels like a storm
The more I give in

Eyes shine like stars back at me
Restrained silence, my feelings on hold

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when i write some  poetry nowdays ,i don't think at poetry at all

if someone will like to ask :hey what's all  this poetry on about?

 some unexpensive buzz and  rotten feelings?

I  would  have to say :mate , is all about beeing seduced by words

and when i'd get tired  with it I will just say :

Garden of Pleasure

Music flows sublime
Thorns of Fire
Stirring from the inside out
Rosebuds reaching out
Waiting, waiting for the heat
Of the high noon sun
Crimson petals in full flush
Dew drops of morning
Suns rays sending of prisms of color
Trails of strength
Travels through my garden
Parched, yet it rains without end
Vines grasping and reaching
Tormented by restraint
Garden gates unmovable

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