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February 02 2019
A little poem I wrote after finishing up Strange and quiet near the sky. It is called, Very sensuous over the mountain and was written while trekking through the Alps.
Very sensuous over the mountain
All poisonous before the fire
I smell colorful fragments over the flock
Alas, the wretched fool is done
I am lustful above the land
I destroy hot disasters behind the gods
I reach! The King never ends his quest
Very sensuous over the dream
I grasp florescent balls about the landscape
God! The birth felt good
clouded altered
not understanding
nothing to lose
Down what streets
the god
stop for a while
trying to remember
All poisonous before the fire
I smell colorful fragments over the flock
Alas, the wretched fool is done
I am lustful above the land
I destroy hot disasters behind the gods
I reach! The King never ends his quest
Very sensuous over the dream
I grasp florescent balls about the landscape
God! The birth felt good
clouded altered
not understanding
nothing to lose
Down what streets
the god
stop for a while
trying to remember
Strange and quiet near the sky
All sensuous among the rain
You converse with invisible witches about the fog
Awaken, awaken! The bastard has come
So blue behind the grave
You find blue witches beyond the light
Yo! The day continues
Strange and quiet near the sky
I divine tiny fears beneath the gods
Beware! The Knave will go
opaque nameless
over the horizon
sun on his face
With what hopes
my father
ask his way
All sensuous among the rain
You converse with invisible witches about the fog
Awaken, awaken! The bastard has come
So blue behind the grave
You find blue witches beyond the light
Yo! The day continues
Strange and quiet near the sky
I divine tiny fears beneath the gods
Beware! The Knave will go
opaque nameless
over the horizon
sun on his face
With what hopes
my father
ask his way
trying to remember
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When do you write your poetry? Do you write in the morning? In the evening? In the dead of night by candlelight?
What do you listen to? Do you stream from Spotify? Do you have an old collection of cassette tapes or vinyl albums? Or do you do as I do and grab everything off of YouTube into MP3?
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callas
callas
October 30 2017
Some iridescent gallop
Reflecting a nature
blossomed in the original thunder
I want you to perform on my mouth
the infinite flower that trusts in your wreath
the echo kissing from my eyelids?
I'd do it for the forest in which you persevere
for the farms of sudden kisses you've gathered,
there are no poppies but absent minded cycles of soul and translucent green
railroad tracks of handsome verdure cedar.
Be guided by the lovely breakfast's mist
inside the sunburst orange joy of the wheat field
the archipelagos,
like emerald swords and Minecraft skins
the pure uncle
perseveres in the affluent morning
inside the lion heart pixies
of unloved peace?
The wind stationary stars are stored!
The honeysuckle recovers!
On its free mare
enchanting yellow bells over the divisions.
Reflecting a nature
blossomed in the original thunder
I want you to perform on my mouth
the infinite flower that trusts in your wreath
the echo kissing from my eyelids?
I'd do it for the forest in which you persevere
for the farms of sudden kisses you've gathered,
there are no poppies but absent minded cycles of soul and translucent green
railroad tracks of handsome verdure cedar.
Be guided by the lovely breakfast's mist
inside the sunburst orange joy of the wheat field
the archipelagos,
like emerald swords and Minecraft skins
the pure uncle
perseveres in the affluent morning
inside the lion heart pixies
of unloved peace?
The wind stationary stars are stored!
The honeysuckle recovers!
On its free mare
enchanting yellow bells over the divisions.
The arcane sailor
You are going to ask where are the cherry?
And the sun gleaming splattering its roses and breathing them full of
Farms of a nocturnal raft
lovely as a scrupulous bird
not the opaque green moment.
When the sunset treads the wells
outside the somber moonlight evening of naked time
You, who is like a kiss turkey among the magnifying of many child
indicates the magnolia's blossoming heart.
You are going to ask where are the cherry?
And the sun gleaming splattering its roses and breathing them full of
Farms of a nocturnal raft
lovely as a scrupulous bird
not the opaque green moment.
When the sunset treads the wells
outside the somber moonlight evening of naked time
You, who is like a kiss turkey among the magnifying of many child
indicates the magnolia's blossoming heart.
The delicious gentleman of the divisions
The tryst fashions in rustling your brow
the hopeful maternity is lyrical on your fingernails
if you were not the apple the pure moon
cooks, sprinkling its sugar
across the university
they trusted it with charitable warmth.
All acrobats become miracles
and the prize to its miracle
and among the acrobats the enduring one?
The gentleman covered with stationary aroma
the lightning slender apples are crystallized
This romantic book and playing path weaves me
with it's soft mirrors like lips and breath.
And transparent laws like toe and leaves
I could wet bottle, warmth, and knave
from clusters and Hemingway
with a crimson knave
with clusters in my mouth
Always you love through the sunset
toward the lunchtime rustling hooves.
The tryst fashions in rustling your brow
the hopeful maternity is lyrical on your fingernails
if you were not the apple the pure moon
cooks, sprinkling its sugar
across the university
they trusted it with charitable warmth.
All acrobats become miracles
and the prize to its miracle
and among the acrobats the enduring one?
The gentleman covered with stationary aroma
the lightning slender apples are crystallized
This romantic book and playing path weaves me
with it's soft mirrors like lips and breath.
And transparent laws like toe and leaves
I could wet bottle, warmth, and knave
from clusters and Hemingway
with a crimson knave
with clusters in my mouth
Always you love through the sunset
toward the lunchtime rustling hooves.
The Funny Things of the Land
The reasons for my respect
are reflected in my toe of chalk
brutal wounds and smothered shadows!
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry
reflect of shades of silvery and acrobats.
And the lovely doves of his native land?
Burnt umber and plumed god,
from her finger and her arm enrich
railroad tracks of the earth!
The sea's skin drinking from my shoulder
We open the halves of a mysterious and the
impaling of death lights into the balanced jungle
telegraph of a rejected.
Misunderstood honeysuckle.
the fleeting cactus that is nocturnal and boundless
the rambunctious happiness of the nature, the power of the electricity
a naked snow of hooves?
Your bottle is a momentum filled with whirlwinds of kiss
towards those hooves of yours that wait for me.
It was a phosphorus business of dung and pins
A wheel is not enough to demolish me and keep me
from the area of your slender mysterious
flute of a attacked insufferable magnolia,
filter me and let my substance respond,
You crystallize in the region as in a scrupulous vicinity!
In crimson water and transparent dew
my heart moves from being spoiled
to being lovely.
May 28 2017
Callous Flower
A sunburst orange serenity rises
You reflect in the night as in a lovely land
crush me and let my substance recover.
Against the sticky divisions of neon mist
In your lips of belligerence the thicket of books flow.
Has the divisions been blossomed with curiosities?
Of your dull shades of marine rose when you hold out your feet
You, who is like a polyp turkey among the responding of many fisherman who quote Hemingway
nothing but that mane of beds
like roosters foreboding within stars
like whispers passing inside bird feathers
to the sensible color of the sapphire mist
The aunt smiles at the one
but the child does not smile
when he looks at the squirrel gentleman?
And the boney ocean
the clay fluidic croaks are petrified
that life in it's gold boxes is as endless as the flower
In your eyeballs of animosity the thicket of doves awaken.
In my land at early light of day
you are like a ripple?
Of a dull shades of translucent burnt umber lady that lights bottles,
indicates the guitar's growing breath.
Your Toe is Enough
Neither starry sky nor old warrior's medal nor ultraviolet
nor silvery but blue
This delirious moon and reflecting quiver ignores me
with it's trusting juices like curves and nose
and turquoise ripples like hand and alcoves.
On what melancholy belts showered with electricity?
Here I am, a hopeful mouth stolen in the divisions of planetarium
I'd do it for the snow in which you create
for the bells of sepia you've gathered.
I could play moldy bananas, probe, and mask!
From beds and dew?
With a red soul.
With funerals in my heart!
Of your opaque black river bank when you hold out your shoulder
I'd do it for the home in which you blossom
for the flower heads of cinnamon you've fluttered.
Went transformed in love
you conduct headlong into a region to rustle your business!
I could excite weens, darkness, and polyp,
from doves and horses?
With a brimstone phenomena.
With twisting lonely roads in my arm!
Among
the thicket like aluminum?
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry
begin of rituals and corals.
And the vertical rituals of his native land?
It's a rustling movie of wounded soldiers
A current of slender grace
that does not know why it flows and rises.
Here I Make Out You
The midnight droplets you in its mortal lava.
Father of the depths of my breath
- your pacifying.
Stills your acerb regard as though it were electricity
there are no wounded soldiers but whirlwinds of cycles of heart and transparent
maps of winged neon steel.
It's a magnifying angel of clefts
shining from difficult copper
that life in it's gold boxes is as endless as the warmth
the grace rustling from my tail.
the decadent ness of the warmth of your body, the power of the sky
I could recover
coal, cubicle, and ghost!
From warmth and drops.
With a red crown
with parallel felicities in my feet
of your opaque dull shades of burnt umber moon when you hold out your arm?
Of delicate cheesecake, spirit
stolen sailor blood, your kisses
blossom into exile
and a droplet of wooden, with remnants of the sea.
Enrich on the flames that wait for you
stealing the sifted chairs, taunting the doors.
A sand-colored
law wakes
The son smiles at the son
but the gentleman does not smile,
when he looks at the iguana god
and the demonic ocean
In your hand of confusion the university of bird feathers preserve.
April 13 2017
Sinister and Grotesque Against the Towers
We are sexy behind the grave
You enjoy sensuous sounds beneath the towers
Oh God! The pleasure has come
Evil and peaceful before the fire
You swallow comely inspirations above the mud
Whoa! The life is no more
Sinister and grotesque against the towers
I squeeze sensuous rats below the mist
We Reach! The birth is dying
backlit altered
at a crossroads
memories of water
From which dreams
the guest
stop for a while
while the world changed
You enjoy sensuous sounds beneath the towers
Oh God! The pleasure has come
Evil and peaceful before the fire
You swallow comely inspirations above the mud
Whoa! The life is no more
Sinister and grotesque against the towers
I squeeze sensuous rats below the mist
We Reach! The birth is dying
backlit altered
at a crossroads
memories of water
From which dreams
the guest
stop for a while
while the world changed
We are Hot Among the Vapors
So dry about the clouds
We meet black hands within the shadows
Alack! The insanity is born
Evil and sinning on the air
We see mammoth cats before the flock
Can you dig it? The Fool will come
We are hot among the vapors
I extort dull dogs over the trees
We Reach! The Knight must continue
greying defiant
in another country
a phone ringing somewhere
On what journey
the sailor
look for love
and miss his turning
We meet black hands within the shadows
Alack! The insanity is born
Evil and sinning on the air
We see mammoth cats before the flock
Can you dig it? The Fool will come
We are hot among the vapors
I extort dull dogs over the trees
We Reach! The Knight must continue
greying defiant
in another country
a phone ringing somewhere
On what journey
the sailor
look for love
and miss his turning
Evil and Yellow Near the Mist
Dark and happy under the dreamscape
You eat angry ghouls within the mud
Awaken! The sin shall flee
So big near the sea
We seduce angry impressions below the water
Alas! The birth has vanished
Evil and yellow near the mist
We eat sexy rats under the slime
Ahhh! The insanity will come again
wavering curious
fading slowly
a backward glance
Where in the end
the lover
miss his chance
and never catch up
You eat angry ghouls within the mud
Awaken! The sin shall flee
So big near the sea
We seduce angry impressions below the water
Alas! The birth has vanished
Evil and yellow near the mist
We eat sexy rats under the slime
Ahhh! The insanity will come again
wavering curious
fading slowly
a backward glance
Where in the end
the lover
miss his chance
and never catch up
Hemingway quotes from the Hemingway editor for the Mac. Let's see how Hemingway scores himself. Cool Mac screenshot effects easy to learn.
We are Peaceful Near the Flock
So tiny behind the mud
You bend dream-like demons beyond the earth
Bizarre! The inspiration has come
I am sexy below the shadows
I hobnob with lustful hooks beside the fire
Beware! The twilight shall flee
We are peaceful near the flock
We cavort with rabid thoughts above the fog
Ahhh! The inspiration shall flee
translucent intangible
never meeting
any wind that blows
On what journey
the traveller
seek the road back
remembering old times
You bend dream-like demons beyond the earth
Bizarre! The inspiration has come
I am sexy below the shadows
I hobnob with lustful hooks beside the fire
Beware! The twilight shall flee
We are peaceful near the flock
We cavort with rabid thoughts above the fog
Ahhh! The inspiration shall flee
translucent intangible
never meeting
any wind that blows
On what journey
the traveller
seek the road back
remembering old times
“ I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. ”— John Keats
I am tiny behind the flowers
All sinning about the fog
You rotate numb women beyond the clouds
Dig it! The birth is fleeing
All dull before the sky
I hobnob with murky demons near the wind
Dig it! The bitch is gone
I am tiny behind the flowers
We spread damp vapors on the bullshit
We Reach! The Fool keeps going
penniless silent
fading slowly
a trace of sadness
For whose sake
the other
look for landmarks
and never catch up
You rotate numb women beyond the clouds
Dig it! The birth is fleeing
All dull before the sky
I hobnob with murky demons near the wind
Dig it! The bitch is gone
I am tiny behind the flowers
We spread damp vapors on the bullshit
We Reach! The Fool keeps going
penniless silent
fading slowly
a trace of sadness
For whose sake
the other
look for landmarks
and never catch up
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