My friend
With coffee in your hand,
You are my tribe.
You are my band.
I send you this
You send me that
But to stay friends
We need to act.
At least to share
A bold plan:
To meet, to play,
Or to escape.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 10:41 PM UTC
Born from fragments
of an angel's wing
Fallen like blessings
from the Heaven
They are doves of peace,
white of hope
Carrying a cure to ease
the Earth's grief
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 10:40 PM UTC
goddess of the celestial halls behind my eyes
who wears the rainbow as a cloak
and maps intergalactic terrains within me
Satyrs dance on the vaporous misty stairs
peeling the veil of synesthesia
to reveal a vanilla scented pan flute forrest
where clocks stand still for months to dissolve in a wink
telepathic machine elves step out from the shadows
bouncing in tangerine and turquoise gabardine's
offering silent secrets of holographic dimensions
where fragments all fuse into holistic singularity
handing me a cedar Midas-touched brush
before vanishing back into their black brane realm
hanging over the sky and down through the ground
on strings impenetrable by light & invisible to uninitiated eyes
transcendental transmissions cascade through me
fragmented constellations stream in luminous waves
emerging out of my vessel onto the canvas
with coalescent brush strokes in a full-bodied paint storm
the chapel of sacred mirrors shimmers
on the shore of springs undying ocean
under the dome where the apricot sun beams
feeding the flowering greenery rolling on ancient hills
ancestral voices whisper a spellbinding mantra
painting a coup de maître in sleeps dream kingdom
with hypnotic hallucination activating frequencies
i melt into the cosmic incense smoke pools of star dust
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC