'One pool,
'hundred experts' sinking,
split body pieces advancing,
liquefying borderless,
does not '****' that which did not create.'

'disremembered recordings,
footings undeveloped,
dissolved its gravitational splash,
into a void enveloped.'

'the belive of not thinking that which is already believed,
as miracle hikes on the rooftops once in a life 'time',
characters never witness through their sealed windows.'

'platforms of appearances accumulate records,
courageous sharing is at a place,
for para shows of a step towards an edge,
solutionized, unsolvable,
no need of a parachute to jump,
flies before its leap.'

'it crept under the bed,
transparent as it could,
out of subject to be,
was found.'

'breaking morning,
shining sunrise,
beautiful as dawn is,
bathing eclipse,
is light regardless,
sees the godless soul,
sold in this newborn doves gold,
alone the shimmer,
depthless oceans battle,
disposing of bleeding tools,
as nothing, is what appears,
within shadows and holograms,
pause, seeking for a heartbeat,
a wave finds it,
transmitted into memoirs,
for love as a prayer,
love of its silent supreme.'

'vocal cords,
a vibration's void,
delicate,
it purchased strings,
for its immutable expression,
then sold it to the wind.'

'from its refacing circle,
an opaque decoration grew,
the topography of rugs are servents,
without a pattern's self to be.'

'rainfalls of divine ****** flooding intelligence...
through a calculation of movement,
within each heartbeat has stopped,
nearby 'I' analysed will deliver me,
just before it chews its love and then swallows.'

It didn't plant it.
It didn't flood it down.
It didn't abolish it reasonably.
It didn't alter my soul according to the 'fashion'.
Rather, served its most uncompromising visions mercilessly!
It flicked the flicker.
Began flicking,
Flared conquered all in vain.
-Nothing- pronounced,
-Something in the brain-
Was 'performing'.

'they relaxed united,  
respectively glancing at each other's masks.'

'it gives, but is not a giver,
it loves, but is not a lover,
it breathes but is not a breather,
it exists but is not a life,
there is no mystery within the growth,
of its practice in which there is no exercise,
no realisation reaches it.'

'a mind, a prisoner of thought,
what from whom to where and how is gonna be...?
a man can find its way towards commitment,
when free, to walk away within.'

'how much do 'you' think it might cost you 'the' truth,
for your heart to beat healthy?
how much Self,
you were willing to sell for 'its' safety.'

'its mind',
'its thoughts'
are cinema's choreography.
o, forgotten master,
'your' steps are the One that no one can remember,
but 'you' dance!
unseen,
tracing the lost,
is beginning to show,
its own end,
'It' knew this which now,
'it' was then and yet,
'I' can only pretend.'

For 'the' pathless carousels,
eternal availability of tickets,
...no rush...
Divine delivery is free.

All 'her' lovely companions are faded and gone,
'Her' words among mankind have no lips, nor tongue,
O unawakened earth,
Hear the trumpet of prophecy,
O wind,
The shepherd sings and dances alone,
Inside 'her' delight of blooming,
'He' belongs.

This is not a rehearsal 'my' love,
This, Is the real thing 'he said',
After sitting in silence for hours, I said 'let's talk', let's hear',
- Oh, no dear, please join me for a cup of tea instead - '
It was a man who was enjoying 'his' silence, simply a man who couldn't pretend.

A storyteller within its conscious cages reads its books so loud and clear while shredding silence between their pages.

Only once 'I' ever understood me,
When I didn't understand me.

Piece by piece they kept breaking your body,
It was a way to make themselves feel,
Exercising love out of habit was their favourite hobby,
Out of which you were left with nothing to heal.

A conscious 'market' has opened,
Is wealthy enough for 'you' to purchase a Brain,
When no Truth Is a price for A heart to beat healthy,
It gives Itself 'the' free will within A thought of reclaim.