cannot see through
on my sides.
in my brain
it to rain.
Charlie Sheen cheers,
All my friends
dead in the head
soon I'll join them
in the red.
in my veins
helps me stay
A peaceful man in a belligerent nation
Delivering messages of hope station to station
Through words of power and words of encouragement
Supplying the spiritually needy with nourishment
Don't stop, because this place needs an uprising
Creativity is dead and authority is hypnotizing
our bodies have burnt
and several lives
as hungry as the world
two motionless stones
in a mountain river
Ioana Ieronim, from The Lens of a Flame
Your words of tender, mellow slur
are furls and wisps of thin, streaming clouds;
sailing on the somber oceans of the wind--
then nestling as mist
at the doors of these still lake lips of mine,
hankering to swallow and wallow the low-resting, quiet, ambrosial fog.
Various hypnotics parts that guys notice close or far apart.
Parts pf you that makes men notice.
Oh, you're not meat to eat.
Or anything like that.
But you have the ingredient to make men want a sandwich.
You the one thing that men loves.
One hypnotic beauty filled with instant attraction.
Any beauty contest that you might enter.
Will instantly be won by you.
And in this case, i'm anointed winner.
Under the bridge, a once again
Tranced by the rhythm of a river
Chaos culminated to calm strains
Crucified and paraded in clarity
A push and I pushed deeper to sink
Your eyes lighted with a remedy
A redemption of persisting ache
A depth tucked and hidden in a mast
Unclaimed and reared, purely untainted
An essence delivered by a spirited past
Cocoon to a parameter of perception
A scent delicately brewed in aged truce
Under a bridge in a moment called now
Blocks scented with nitrogen spurred urine
A depart from the swan hypnotic dreams
A renegade of mottos, hollows of morrows
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Maybe these voices I am hearing are what I should be listening
They may be telling me
not to be hypnotized by possibilities
blinded by these ashes
Deafened by explosions of passions
Does it even matter
How it is what ever I look for
That is happening all around
"I" is only the first letter of this Illusion.