Call it touchstone, cause I tinge you gold
Rub my face against your chest like a noble metal
If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t discern my value
I’m a diamond in the form of a petal

Tears of joy make the finest jewelry, so do the raindrops that dot my forehead, running home to ya.
I await the comfort of spring
Months pass as I blink
The fuller the moon, the more I seem to love ya.

A shoal of stars passes above Calabasas and the peaks that reach beyond
The Hollywood Hills is where I go
My life is a love song
I’m a diamond unburned by every storm

I’m running for my life from my life
I’m running home to ya

I bathe under the moon under stars
I don’t know what to say to ya

I don’t know what I’m feeling when I’m with ya
But one thing I know
Is that it feels good

So spin me ‘round in the ocean of galaxies
Twirl me now straight into your deepest fantasies
Call it even, cause I need it all
Call it touchstone, cause you tinge me gold.

Nothing much to say,
time flows at its fastest pace,
when I love you hard.

summertime,
in our yard,
cherries reddening in the big sun,
the skies have reached the peak of blueness,
bluer than last year,
when we were lying under sycamore trees
with our minds wandering around at cloud level,
blasting our favourite music and singing along to it,
that i called life,
that i call the future.

ivy climbing up
the wall of an old town house,
no rush, no pressure.

All planets lined up,
advantaging alignment,
and I work on trust.

you go in and out of my head like it’s a coffee shop,
day or night,
warm or cold.

hello gardener,
you do not fear my poison,
yours is just deadlier.

you gifted me red roses,
but they withered to black,
i wasn’t a proper water source
to keep them alive.

i am back in town,
packed my bags and caught the train,
back to loving you.

Empire State Building, floor 102.
That’s where I’ll be waiting for you.
You guys are like family, I love you in a way.
I’ll be your friend and solace, strong roof over your heads.
Pull up to your wedding, be your best man, wipe your tears when it’s over.
But don’t jump off, babe, soon we’re all going to be happy.
In Empire State, someday we’ll all be free.
I wanna fall in love at least once before I die, even if it brings me down.
So don’t jump off, babe, soon we’ll all stop being lonely.
Empire State, someday we’ll all be free.

I can see the words trapped in your eyes when you look at me.
Someday you won’t have to fear it.
We’ll hold hands doing laps around Central Park in summer.
We’ll french kiss on the subway like some blazed down gunners.
Don’t be afraid of the dark when you feel it.
Someday you won’t ever have to fear it.

I’ll go to New York City, I’ll be grateful to stand where they stood.
I was in heaven when they were dying, I swear I emphasized with them when nobody could.
It’s sad when I think what my brothers and sisters have suffered while I sat on Jesus’s lap.
It’s not my ******* fault that Jesus made me gay as ****.
I’m looking in the wrong places, forever out of luck.
But someday I won’t have to wander.
Someday I will open my blinds and invite the light in.
I’ll be at the beachside, old and happily married.
In a townhouse painted green which has a garden of hydrangeas, nourish me.
I’m a hemlock baby, fruit of toxicity but I’m still beautiful.
Step on me all you want, but I’ll still do lots of good.
The empathy within me is as strong as a stone wall standing tall and lingering on.
There’s radioactivity, discovered by Madame Curie and I’m carrying it along.
But I have faith still
that God loves me
I wish to love another in the same way, Lord let me.
I will give you
roof and solace
Someday you’re gonna need it before you get to give it.

I can see the scars on your soul when you expose it to me.
Someday you won’t have to loathe them.
We’ll dance with locked hands jiving to music of liberation.
Remember what they took from us, be proud of what he had.
Don’t hate yourself and don’t think you’re broken.
You’re just beautiful in a world that’s not yet awoken.

A songbird once sang to me that someday we’d all be free.
The pain that you endured, it will be your strength, it will lead you forward, it will hold your hand.
A songbird once sang to me that someday we’d all be happy.
I’ll come to your wedding, be your best man, cry with joy as you’re standing at the altar.
Empire State, we’ll throw baby showers, grow vegetables together, perform in gay bars on street corners.
In Empire State, we’ll kiss on the subway, be invisible, marry each other on floor 102.
I wanna fall in love at least once before I die, I just wanna fall in love.
It’ll be okay,
we’ll all be free someday,
Empire State, don’t you jump off.

you lit up my path,
so now i grasp happiness,
prettily abloom.

a clear, rapid stream
runs across a vast grassland
into the blackness.

maybe i said ‘i love you’ too soon,
well, now that you’re gone
i guess i can say it once again:
‘i love you,
for the fun of it’.

Caramel melting in my mouth,
this poem wasn’t even meant to be about you,
I don’t know your name,
but the kiss was so good I can’t forget you,
baby,
you moved away,
like a tide or a wave,
I forgot you existed,
sweetness sickness,
I still have that bellyache,

my swiftness was your fuel,
jewel to your paper crown,
and you just tasted like,
the caramel latte that I bought on my way from work,
the chasers left the town,
and Venice was my home,
I never thought of you a single time on my way from work,
my tastebuds didn’t work,
Cinnamon all night long,

but you have a blank page in my lovers textbook,
I saved colorful pens if I will ever find you,
blue sky,
red fire,
and cotton candy clouds,
everything seems normal without you,
some days
I think
how all this time
I was living happy without you,

the love songs,
with no addressee,
keep being sang back at me,
but I have stuff
to care about
more than I do currently,

caramel flowing from candy,

you are not mine and never were,

I **** at storytelling,

hurt and free to go.

some time ago i thought i could write one last poem about you,
but why would i waste time on you,
if i have better things to write about,
like the door to a new world, that i opened recently.

The monotony
in me facing the border,
genius wish of stars.

Meet me at the boulevard
or the local bar,
there’s something I forgot to tell you,

you act like a kid,
and I’m supposed to be the adult,
you walk the opposite way,
like a kid,
I know we’re young and free,
but I can’t seem to pull you with me further,

you want to stay in your town,
like a bronze statue - still,
you disregarded the rules before they’ve been set,
traveling with the wind
and disappearing in light,
I see you through yet can’t move past you,

like a rock,
like a barrier,
you act like a kid,
I act like an adult,
so why can’t I move past you?

art is made to store feelings, so they get covered in snow and uncovered again by the sun rays.

my dear tangerine
described my sadness as sweet
arizona dream.

life is simple but
some things are clear in the dark,
in the soft moonlight.

It’s never too late
to slow down and later to
reinvigorate.

just like wave after wave,
the summer went away.

even when you pilot
you disregard the storm clouds ahead,
like if my navigation was enough
for our circumnavigation to work out properly,

and even when you pilot
we keep all of our maps fold,
like our compasses out of sight,
is it because no manmade object has an ability
to mess with that powerful force called ‘love’?
and isn’t it strange we don’t care
everyone’s saying we don’t deserve what we’re getting,
even though we both know they are absolutely right?
we live our lives like dreams,
adventure video games,
we’re born dreamers wearing fancy sunglasses
which allow us to perceive the world in a different filter
than anyone else,
we spend our days cruising aimlessly,
leaving clutter behind and writing stories,
living metaphorically in a world of ataraxia,

even when you pilot,
we disregard the vicious reality,
how?
we invented our own and painted it yellow and blue,
we ditched the universal way of thinking
and now we fly like sparrows made of steel,
we merrily punch nimbi,
catch cyclones into jars,
live metaphorical lives,
watching the obstacles that made the others surrender
abate on the ground,

we live our lives like dreams,
born dreamers,
born artists,
in a world of absolute distortion and dual existence,
in which toxic water and crystal clear water meet
but never blend into each other,
and only we know about this,
because only we have access to our minds and our rose gardens,
we travel above lavender fields,
oceans both raging and calm,
we do nothing in particular,
just writing an epic story,
it’s an ooze - a beautiful ooze,

though it was never our job to care about tomorrow or the past,
and now it’s finally the clearest it can get,
so set another sail,
let’s circumnavigate,
though it’s a brand new day.

in summer i like to sit on my wooden patio
and watch the cars passing by
in the distance,
on the main road,
in the scorching sun,
hotter than in california,
between deciduous trees,
greener than ever,
i get a piece of crumpled paper
and a pen with black ink,
i describe the cars passing by on the road,
red,
yellow,
green,
black,
you must be in the air.

at the bar,
fireflies fly,
in faint light,
summer is breathing.

you party during summer
you cry during winter
I’m the thinker not getting over your hot flawless mind
in vast lush living dream
faustian to the fullest but
Forgiven

Over the past year
stood strong and undercover
Untouched attending thriving sessions in the blue sun
Crimson & Clover
Hot forever forever burning
aflame cause of my lover
Quintessential you all desire from me
Out now.
circulating in and out for ages
Existentially sober

Sunlit like Yosemite
hot like exact noon
head up at zenith observing plainly
clear gallon up high no cotton candy tonight just blue
All the time is light
futuristic thoughts ruled our minds
carried from you
To my restored ballroom
Lit by the sun

Everything worked out for me
You are mine
I am yours

magnificence touched my skin got taken to the eternally sunny Malibu
or dreamlike wonderland in which I
flew to you
I wrote my future I aim to maintain stable now it began to breathe
Your boo
I am a thing in motion
On the way to somewhere else where no roads reach
and aim to
undiscovered planetarium which is a show of blue runaway
how it is supposed to be played
projected in technicolor
Straight
To yellowness.

Ichor
Cypress
On the backyard table wine is for you
doing nothing in particular since it stays indoors away from view
irregular story
peace is dripping off of you
your eyes are like lakes
I love what
i got into

Try to be stronger
Overtake your blues

Everything sky clear now
Sunny days
Doing living partying crying
Always next to you.

You are the proof of my great development,
diary made of waves,

emotional gradient which occurred in the fifth grade,
witness of great change,
from one man to another,
during the last moon phase,

shallowness of my deepness was my ticket
to the land of harmony,

the keeper of all the evil must have opened the doors,
when we were unaware,
and happy,

and then I met you
and my mind went desaturated,
I remember Ivy,
no one else does,
no one has the keys to my precious vault, which I call home,
I carry it everywhere,

I took part in an unfair lottery hosted by the devil,
I walked into the dark tunnel,
and left two months later,

I got good at this vague game called ‘living’,
it’s Hardmode now,

but the Waxing Crescent told me telepathically, there are no losses on the acute horizon
upcoming,

there will be confetti,
biggest party of the decade,
you must be the perfect lover,
you won’t harm me,

I’m independent,
I know it,

after the distance that I’ve crawled it’s clear as the night sky,
all the stars say:

I got this.

as water flows, i’m changing,
growing and expanding,
like a sapling ready to become a tree,
over the course of a day.

sometimes i wonder:
what if you didn’t
take my happiness away,
but made me realise
that i never had it,
you taught me how to
actually fight for it,
when you broke my heart
and soul into pieces,
...
and here i am,
happy without you.

when we were kids we used to play outside every day,
from dawn till dusk,
we used to blow dandelions and watch their seeds
fly in all directions,
we were letting the wind carry them like delivery,
to random places,
where they lived the rest of their simple lives,
it fascinated me,

when we were little we saw the world through
heart-shaped sunglasses,
we used to stay up late playing football in the yard,
and build treehouses,
now we buy neither lollipops nor fruit jelly beans,
but cigarettes,
i used to jump in my unmade bed, full of excitement,
but not anymore,

when we were kids we were careless and happy,
we wore smiles like every day,
we saw the world through star-shaped sunglasses,
from dawn till dusk we played,

everyone was happy back then.

a round year has passed and still no sight of you,
i’ve changed my path and picked the shorter avenue,
i died inside but managed to gather some health back,
i dyed my hair blue but this time with a reason,

it’s the past where i want to stay,
moving forward doesn’t equal victory,
it’s here where i want to reside,
healing back could foreshadow oasis,
but not just a single harbinger i’ve been sent,
ended the same way as always,
every call from you that i picked,
ended the same way as always,

so i cut me off,
i set the rules now,
may the summer last forever,
i spread my wings,
after years have passed,
soon maybe i’ll get to fly,

against the wind,

hope is a deceiver of fools very often,

but i have this strange wish to fly,

where no one’s ever been.

What on Earth is happening?
is it a sunrise,
or a sunset?
try to find beauty in this astronomical disaster,
the eclipse ended,
it feels like Sunset,
or not...
it feels like Roswell,

what am I doing?
just trying to stay highly protected from this detrimental radiance,
seven killer shots before I performed my first ever rain dance,
and what are you doing?
absolutely nothing,
because you ceased to exist as a result of my unending prayers,
you’re unknown to me,
like an alien,

you’re the unidentified walking object to my inside dependable radar,
diamond doesn’t shatter apparently,
mine did,
and it’s working,
it feels otherworldly like I am on a different planet in space,
three stars,
no rain,
starlit wasteland named after my savior,
and a poem titled ‘Feels like Roswell’,
this took a bizarre turn,
on the spacial turnpike,
difficulty spike,
caramel flavored life,
distorted lullaby,
Elizabeth’s stare,
rocky land,

distortion in time and vision at once,
my world is upside down,
my sad baby found me,
how?
****, I’ll ask the stars;
meditation leads to war with the shiny archipelago,

the neon pink flamingo,
void I don’t avoid,
New Mexico,
Roswell is real and breathing,

triple sunset,
what on Earth is happening?

I sat down on the ledge after it got dark,
in my head only thoughts about my fresh start,
it got ultra bright,
I became a star,
and the unclear became clear once and for all,

I’m like a stained diamond,
I’m a medley of numerous colors,
mainly dark and light but they contrast well together,
they create me
24/7,

I exist in two separate and opposite dimensions,
one is happily blooming while the other one is haunted by eternal rains,
I found peace in being myself,
I’m variegated like a rare sea stone,
and most importantly I’ve learned to live with it casually day by day,

and every day is new,
the weather is changing with my inner climate change,
the ice melts and the sun gains power,
but why would I see faults in this occurrence, when I can cherish it,

not everyone perceives life in two filters at once,
I should be happy to be me they say,

and guess what - I am!

We were so perfect,
that we defined ourselves as
surreality.

Writing your future into existence is no easy task,
but if you cooperate make sure that you do it right,

it’s three in the morning,
and I’m still at my window,
papers are disarranged all over my room,
it’s not like I love you,
maybe I miss you a tiny bit,
remember our unfinished love story?

but one day you received a letter with a red stamp on it,
your lines were the best,
you got such a huge chance,
to change the world,
in slow dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my pen ran out of ink you were doing all the work for me,
and when my head was empty you were giving me new clues,
you blessed me with blues,
now all we have is ooze,

now it’s seven pm,
and I went straight to the beach,
our sweet romance never made it to the news,
long ago when I loved you,
and I missed you even harder,
when we were writing the best love story,

but one day you received five stars all the way from heaven,
your lines shined so bright,
they outshined NYC lights,
you changed my world,
in free dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my teardrops went dry you made me drop waterfalls,
and when I grasped hope you made it escape like steam,
I clearly recall it all,
I remember every line,

we could have made a revolution,
but you ****** it up.

I ring the bell, hoping you’re home Esther- I know you’re not.
I saw you left the window slightly open as if you never left.
You know, I feel like you could’ve been the right person to cry on the shoulder upon upheaval.
Because like mine, your spellbound odyssey had its twists and turns and derails-
and the people that come and go.. you’re not like them like me.
Me, I was drifting toward cliques the way moths are allured by candlelight at night- but pulling out other’s weeds never makes you a better gardener.
And you can’t just float through life.

Why do I feel so much like you, continuously swimming against the tide in my senior high school year?
In the wrong place like you, when you were a fashion magazine editor in New York, contemplating life and chatting w newly met men over plain ***** in lousy bars w your only friend.
then delving your body into steaming hot baths to eradicate that familiar weight on your exposed shoulders.
Counting every crack in the ceiling and pondering the origins of bathtub faucets you’ve encountered.
You didn’t really care for which direction your inner compass was turning-
me neither.

I never went to prom.
I never even wanted to go.
I never wanted to graduate.
I never wanted to grow up…
Safe to say I have no big plans to look forward to, but just like the foamy tops of waves that carried you, I’m sure they will find me someday - same way I found you.

So, why when I gaze into my bathroom mirror I see you?
You, on glamorous movie nights, dreaming of going to bed.
You, in a psych ward, after yet another failed attempt.

Some things are too hard to heft - therefore they should be let go of - it’s a gift to be aware of it.
I’m almost certain, that you thought that too, while ironing your victorian nightgown or watching tears race down your new stanzas, staying all week in bed.
It’s not a bad thing to feel this way.
And one thing I wish you’d known since the beginning of your spiritual road trip is that you don’t have to be rich or outgoing or just so cool
to be the greatest.

a wise boy like me
never wanted to be a
relevant poet

When I woke up today I had this urge to say ‘*******’.
But I guess I wrote a poem instead.

i bought two one-way tickets to wonderland
are u going with me?
are u willing to sacrifice the typical way of being
drop the trifling weight u’re carrying or the shadow u’ve been dragging
through the streets or across the beach
are u the summer of my winter or a safehouse for one storm
i see us in the stars
i read them with my eyes closed
i feel them with my hands on ur shoulders with the lights off

semidiós
te amo cariño
the thing is- us demigods- we rule the game as we play
seventeen years behind with a vision so insane and so surreal
never loved- never been loved anyways- i never knew if i feel
but all the ways i’ve tried to change never worked out well for me
i didn’t expect to find love at all as if i was born to be alone forever
i’ve lived a crazy half life yet i’ve never felt free
i plundered heaven
no stone was left unturned there
no star of the night sky was left unmoved
but since now until the end of time i will proudly call u mine
from sunrise till dark
from good morning to good night
sheltered in ur arms
my only valid safehouse
until nothing or no one could reach us anymore

i found the gates to wonderland
one made for u and me
i forgot who i am and who i used to be as i swam in the lukewarm sea
tattooed heart beating in my chest and ur face on my mind like a memory
it’s what always succeeded to sustain me
it’s always been the sufficient remedy
since the day i woke up free on a prepossessing beach and saw u next to me
i thought it was a dream
u said u’re just like me
we rose to shine
we were born divine
lovers’ tracks affix and spark brighter than blazing stars
i looked u in the eyes
poured u a glass of fine champagne and threw two cubes of ice

I’m an outsider
I come from the hot tropical zone where I was written into existence by the restless hands of a misunderstood writer.
I have one main fault that’s been keeping me far from Paradise
Far from You
and it’s high time I started listening out for directions from You.

Let me taste Your rivers, Paradise
Let me wash my hands in the glimmer of Your eyes
Cleanse me from my past
And nowness that I despise
so that I can turn into an inhabitant of Yours, a native, a real one
and I can be happy with my life beside You, regardless of everything.

Let me breathe in Your air, Paradise
The land where I come from is polluted and I couldn’t breathe there.
It was toxic air,
fires running inland.
In and out of my lungs in an endless cycle of detriment.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
It’s taken much from me and I come empty-handed with my eyes pointed downcast as I stand in front of You.
I’m so small compared to You, but I need You in every way, please be mine, please let me be Yours.
I beg You to let me enter Your gardens that thrive lush all the time - I beg You to let me grow.
Let me sink into Your fertile earth
for a minute to free my mind
and to learn the taste of heaven.
Plant my roots in Your soil and build a perfect life.
You’re like water and my lips are dry,
can I be an inhabitant of Yours?

I have nowhere else to go if I’m once again exiled
We both know it
And we both know there’s no highlighted path leading to Your gates, as to not let newcomers bang on Your iron fence;
You have to go through hell to see heaven and to pass.

Los Angeles?
on fire

New York?
crowded

I don’t know where to go, but I know for a fact that I can’t stay here - it’s not where I should be.
I feel a million eerie eyes following me and there’s no privacy:
Cameras fixed into park trees
Chemicals flying through my nostrils
and the government is trying to Frankenstein me by propaganda
but I don’t buy it - I’d be stupid if I did.

Which way should I head?
Which corner should I hide in?
Which hotline should I dial other than the hotline for unfulfilled dreamers stuck in a daydream?
If there was such thing, I’d be a full-time caller even though I have quite much, now that I think of it:
  I have a home!
  I have the best lover in the world!
But I’m missing something resting in the back of my head, that I can’t make out, as if through a fog.
It’s like hell down here sometimes, when the summer is at peak
when the sun reaches its zenith, climbing like a vine
       on olive trees

Let me daydream underneath Your freely swaying palm trees that have been growing here decades before me
Let me have one more thing in common with them other than standing there aimlessly and succumbing to the sun.
I’m asking for You - just You, Paradise.
Can I rent a single room in the back of Your grand vicinity and walk quietly to the bar at night by the pond with the lily pads?
No alcohol drinks - I abstain - no loud parties - none of that.
Only bedtime stories with the dim light of the tall lamp by my unmade bed, and the large window opened wide, so I can delightfully breathe You in from my nose to my heart.
Can I plant a few more roses where Your gardens lack pure life?

I don’t want to feel like a burden to You,
and that I’m undeserving, I’m aware, but consider my request, I beg.
Let me be a part of You
tomorrow or later, or never if You wish, I’ll understand that too.
But if You open Your iron gates for me
I’ll walk in and I promise I will blend in
  plant a rose or two
    water your roots
      I hope You understand.

          Forever Yours

new life,
new summer,
new lover,
new love song,
i’m aware it’s wrong but i sing along anyway,
now that i’ve found someone two times better,
geometrically,
and just overall,
it’s a summertime thing but i sing along anyway,
shortly i’m about to move away
like a yacht on a wave,
headed towards a lighthouse.

**** you,
you’ve never known that feeling of being span around,
until all you see is tiny stars,
your maneuvers never backfired at you with the wind change,
and you played your cards right in casinos, but those in your head,
and all those games you won blind,

but hey - it’s another wind change,
another summer in which I avidly participate,
season of the races,
later January poetry,
written over the black and white filtered paintings,

but I have some sunlight in stock,
on an unused highway leading nowhere,
that’s because I don’t want to share the light with you anymore,
since you are a light source yourself,
and I’m not just yet,

and you’ve gone through winter like it was nothing,
was it full moon or some other type of black magic?

but, as I said - it’s another wind change,
age of millennium,
when dying stars regain lost power,
peaceful aeon,
and the circumnavigation continues,
the next stop is where my sadness was born,
and if you’re the main obstacle again,
then I’m alright,

I’m resistant to the **** you do,

you really want to know why,
you never learn fool,

I’m stronger now.

New track,
new car,
I switch them like lovers and can’t find the one which satisfies me,
less obstacles could mean lesser danger but I go and never think,

new track,
new love,
I contain two secret poets living deep inside me,
changes only force me to collapse which denies my great density,
I don’t fall apart,
not anymore,

or at least not as much as I was doing some years ago,
the aircraft landed,
tanked,
and flew to space,

new track,
new expression,
I fix myself every day progressively,

I came in hotly like Dorian,
I’ll leave like John Wayne.

The coastline bent over breaking through sea level,
not a single constellation will stay the same forever,

I almost fell up when you landed,
past the frost moon and the overheat wave out of place,
after the fractured embrace pictured between Barbara and hell,
everyone now knows everything,

I lost the test which I usually ace,
same shade as the belt just above your waist,
silverish luster comparable to a cosmic cluster so enigmatic,
no one has ever described,
even I on the day heavens fired
a fireball which splashed into the deep blue oceanic eyes of mine,
with deep poetry instead of cold water,
freezing and vibrating like the wings of a South America butterfly,
moving further barely like a bayou,
in East, not the paradisal Malibu,
wish faster under the descent of disaster, of course enigmatic,
I’ve said ton of verses but never three words directly formed,
and those were ‘I love you’,
you don’t know a thing and it’s funny to me,

me versus irreplaceable limitations which both exist on my way and not,
I thought I’d heal my wounds with salt and forced laugh,
then I discovered Sylvia Plath,
and I’ve lived until I found the way out which has no personification,
born of cosmic inflation,
upon the world creation,
I’ve been through a revolution, through war with the walls and you now,
but the fire moves always in the opposite direction,
that was January,
when I loved but said no, to avoid the lesson,

it happened, hurt, and gave me one life lesson,
I was born with my poetry upon world creation and now I just have to let it out,

everyone now knows everything,

everyone except for you.

Red roses were in your hair as a part of a flowery crown,
make something up,
my original aesthetic,
novel love life,

she said ‘become a poem’ so I became a poem,
voltage free,
no one speaks,
I express microscopic feelings and make them into twisted stories,

keep Twitter memories,
I love you for some reason so I visit you frequently,
not in the form of angel neither demon down on Earth,
but through meta connection,

false rejection,
come back to Brooklyn,

Discord Love,
growing in me on school benches,
medallion craved by time,
as the stars were dashing in not equal tempos,

I love my alter ego,
I love you,
and the mystic gate I kept locked is halfway opened for the world,
a week apart,

but I won’t take another step,

not just yet.

My world is minimalistic
but my mind is significantly infinite

Verdant land with one blue river curved in two spots
dual array
to unravel my worst convolution

To ease the long lasting existential blurriness in which I’ve lived
and for many important reasons.

but returning to the starting point I’ve found art in doing nothing
Only ordinary things
like loving and being loved.
Striding across pages of my future autobiographical books
about nothingness.
Because it’s the softest and most adequate form of art to have been made

half past eight

summer evening

Perfect backyard wooden table in some place away from here
abstruse nostalgia written in grapheme
and circular shape of my ripened mind..

Could these reflections symbolize the freedom I’ve been chasing
and in the end found in

Long trips to balmy beaches in the front seat of my car

all these things disarrayed on paper plains
one meandering river
vast misplaced ocean
Holy Mind

never been called a charismatic storyteller under a disco ball
When the wind was rapid
or when the seas were calm
it was nothing extraordinary peaceful weather ivies growing down
white carpet laid in the midpoint of my floor.
My poetry grew sky high starting new close to the ground
Therefore my Wiжa was an ideal outro to the sleepless nights
and knowing everyone has changed.

If this is art
then I live for it.

After all i limn the same thing

Something between
present
and absent

Something surreal accessing the greatest kingdom
assessing the ways
to battle obstructions.

and most importantly to locate those Arcadian rampant lands
where every word spoken turns gold

LB

or the visible border between the dream and dreamful reality

Alluding to my nearest past I’d like to make all my words clear
in grapheme
summertime
Dual mind

Many upper decisions to abide by afterwards when the sun elevates
Perfect thoughts picnic table in the wild
Soft
like
a lullaby
..

The rains left,
I left
you in North Carolina,

I recall my debutant days from three years ago,
the dew on the tall grass,
the primordial architecture which bloomed into a real empire,

nothing expired,
we are older,
better,
and never the same,

as soon as I return home I’ll set sail to The Neighboring Island,
from the absent dock just yet,
off my old home,

I will redo everything it takes
to recover you from the abandoned script,
I went too far,
literally, baby, too far,

and I went even further when it comes to moving away from you,
past the thriving all year long tropical zone,

I moved to the second island,
then I left with the rains,

but I heard they’ve returned,
so have I,

in North Carolina, where all life was born,
not forgetting the better try,
which I took in the legit way,
intended,

no timer,
we’re set free.

i will let the waves move me,
like a letter in a bottle,
dedicated to a proper person,
waiting in the destined land,

i will float towards someone,
like an odd papyrus scroll,
someone who can decipher
the writings on my soul,

and push me past the horizon.

Do I want a drink?
or do i want a walk?
I’m underneath the August spell,
and pre-September aura,

a star fell from the sky,
it vanished at dusk like a phantom,
a shooting star crossed my path,
it fell from so high,
entered my atmosphere,
which contained a black hole,
my stairway to heaven,
it fell from so high,
hit me like a storyline,
which expanded into a poem,
my great escape,

but I moved to a new land,
capitalized myself,
I write my future down,
upgrading it with every new day,
yes, I changed my lifestyle,
escalated backwards,
it’s time to slow down,
wake up happier every new day,

I wink at my past with grace,
all the roads that I drove through,
all the bars where I got wasted,
all the friends I let drive away,
all my failures,
all my victories,
blues you gave me,
and fake smiles,
I look at all of them with grace,
for the last time ever,
standing at the crossroads,
knowing where to turn,
at last.

the movie finished baby,
if i don’t move on now,
then i will never move on,
rockwell,
rock well,
been daydreaming in a parallel world on a nonexistent beach,
in roswell,
sipping gently on lemonade served in a fine glass cup,
if you rock then rock well,
suddenly it was the night,
then the day came,
and i was evolving all that time,
i was growing beautifully like an orchid,
but life got boring,
and i realised,
if i don’t stop fearing change now,
then i will never grow fully,

it’s only a matter of time,
every caterpillar turns into a butterfly,

it’s just a matter of time, love.