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I know he’s tired, all spent,
for it has been decades,
he’s running; endlessly
bleeding as incised by blades.
He was the one who cried
when all said to me, that easy ciao.
Hence I’ve been persuading him,
don’t worry, you can stop now.
We are
surrounded
        by moths.
The Sisters of Mercy
Distance is all over,
what does it mean?
Standing and freezing
on a shadow I lean.
At ease are your days
see as they chime in
Covering the bleakness
like the hands of time.
There's your world
different than mine.
Closing thy problems
in barrels of brine.
Geography
we were guided by a compass
which was allergic to everything
A
secret shimmering light
set sail on Turquoise Days
Vast, tremulous;
Grave on grave of water-grave:

                  Past. (Zukofsky)
A shy vagabond life
which was aimed
eternally-aimlessly
towards a corner,
silent and secluded.
The light from utmost far
near to infinity,
guided the soul
(obediently)
to the patio
through swallowing
dark stairs.
She had run and found him
waiting . .
for the dream
within the dream begin.
Will we reach the
early morning sun?
Oh about time, I want to live forever!
In the war that she made
I found a celestial cave for my soul
a tent of the Night within the night

My sun no longer striking day in
her life still cold from the light-years
that kept us apart

the parts that I miss the most
are the ones that I forgot
I’ve been in a daze for days,

just choosing my words to reach you.
But I am just a wave of darkness
in the darkest night of the soul

Still, in the mystery of all irrealities
you are the one
that I cherish the most!
P.26
Through these woods
and stormy seas
of Highs and Lows
in different ways

Looking for ghosts to
explain (the beauty of us)
Pawning the diamonds
at keen witless rate,
who in the world has
won 'gainst fate?
Knowing we'll find
woes in our wake,
For nature's work was
profaned and wasted.
Let me show you then
for the way I go is
by your side. .

by twisted paths and
bleak landscapes
into an age of
our own.
When the days shall stroll
& nights would freeze,
our words will 'echo'
in a misty breeze.
We nest among
whispered
loves
In a dream of the
grass blowing
east.
The made place we have lived.
Persephone.
A Game of Thrones (hairdo)
Just ask for it (always)
tangled hearts
a summer’s night dream
.
Tonight we can find love
Swinging with vitality
fragrance and color
!
A dream held in gauze curtains
of suburban smoke
pom-poms & feathers
Eleanor, Caroline, Kira,
Samantha and Victoria
.
They may even come high . .
not even three woolen
layers down chest
will warm a
broken
💔
We think of travel,
for we own
nothing at all.
Inside the bright cab,
staring restlessly
at the rearview mirror.
She's got a Ticket to Ride.
(but one day she is gone — the shell is broken)

T H E  F R A G I L E
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up
And get me out
Keep me walking
But never shout
Hold the secret close
.
A dark
cloud of memories
of broken guitars
and broken dreams.
a feast for fools

our shattered
taped hearts
!
Mellon Collie
&
The Infinite Sadness
.
songs we love
Δ
Δ
Still
All rights re-versed
Joy Division Girl
Δ
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For now
Let This Be
the conclusion
New beginning indeed
Δ
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THIRD MOVEMENT
Δ
Δ
This is the best poem you
will ever come across,
look no further
. .
Δ
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FOURTH MOVEMENT

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