Antagonistic
adorable
pink
rushed
in my
cheeks
speaking
instead of my
real emotions

frog safe in the pond
flying storck in the moon light
seeks for a fresh meal


man bathes near lotus
night's fragrance in his nostrils
woman passes by


her water jar plunged
premonitive ripples torn
velvety night sighs

since I've got
into your lungs-
as a sudden
surprise!
this sweet
scent
lingers on. . .
late into the
non-twinklin'
humid night
hummin' 'bout  
our primal outburst
of raw desires -
delightful and determined!
not carin' for the rest
of the world -
let it cease -
for god's sake -
away!
along stray cats
and narrow alleys
& unfurl
somwhere else!
for your hard
passion upon my soft
skin. . . sang most
beautifully &
the desire's
splendour. . .
this luscious
lunacy
wouldn't leave
me 'till dawn -
this sleepless
inevitable
luminous
love grip

Sometimes a poet has to ponder upon:
substitutes
suspense
building
breaking
glueing
grooving
gazzillion
broken pieces
put back together
Love
Heart
Rhythm
pace of words

Rhythm !

Shall words be beautiful ?
Or aggressive ?

For some opponent heavy readers Lovely words just don't suffice!
Love words, cheesy romanticism and odes to beauty
turn out to be:
too easy
too light
not a delight
a psyche's cry is heard:
"Where is some drama!? For God's sake!!!"

We hear annoyed reader's comments...
"Brother, this cheesy woobadaloo, smoochy kind of poetry ain't nothing but pure ****!
An effort compared to one, two three, slight steps in muddy warm water
nothing much to do, a lurking pudding, fibble will... oh, my my
oooooohh"
no harm done
but boring
but! - there's always a - but!
some badass poetic freak
with it's head in
the clouds
tell me about Love
dear!
till
the day's tiles
are done.

"Where's some culmination!!?!!
Crime, anger, passion!!!?!!!
Terriffic twists of turmoil, sweat, deceit... !??!
At least a bit of dark matter puked on a silver platter!! Where is this abruptly amazing, abolishing lust for hedonism!!!?"*

fortune
torture
pain
lust
give me some more!
blood, thorns
screams,
tears
sweet ****!!!!  

Does beauty suffice!?!
Without duality?!
Is there a Real Poetry without
Suffering ?

Tell me poets!!
Is there a Poetry- Divine without ugliness ?!? of words, energy, meanings without a constant fight!?
inner dialogue
characters
opposition

HAIKU!?!

The Art of Poetic Creation and Inspiration is necessary for the World to detach from the Trickster Mind lying all the time to us and others, distorting perception of reality and sustaining our false ego, causing innumerable troubles.

Through Art and Poetry we develop the higher Intuitive Mind. The only place I know bearable enough to exist within.

the torch of
a feeble reason lit.

a decision made, ablazed
in a haste passion,
cursory images
fleet
as fragile foam.

the ocean,
thuds
lulls and wilts
promises.

his lean vessel thrives
on magickal waves,
erupts, as a time
borrowed torch,

bold and beautiful.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.  ~ Rumi

ˇ      

Feel Superior              on
If You                                 i
Have                                  it
Enough     ­                    pos
  Credibility         upper
                       To
        Mantain  S





Concrete's Translation:
"Feel superior if you have enough credibility to mantain superposition."



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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superposition
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I have posted endless
letters to my beloved
to open them when I'm
gone and trickle a tear
for us maybe many
moons, suns, stars, look at us!
we probably exist in sunlight
wretched the same  between
betweexed white clouds
floating on fantastic
feathers   hope awaits us
one apt day pierced with
blazing light sinking
softly unheard
fainting
resignation dissolvin'
astonished silent
boundaries  
of flesh crystalized
of transcendense being
pregnant with your heart
felt transcendental height?
It's been trembling
These ******* moments
crashing crashing
into one another
smashing
the given time
reality scope  
long leak
of remotness
flowersprings and
stolen dreams
and we're done!
for such a minor great
distance   I'll die anyhow
somwhere not soon
without you
which I love  without
any reasonable substance

Overly
Educated

Nibble Nippl Peaks
TribeTones
Scribble. COdes
Dee der di da dee lite
Missed ski slopesmmoley

Jolllllly Joker

And handfast sticks

Never admitted to himself what a mom's pretty pet he was
Her temple of love and respect, her perky boy, with good
Grades, her scholar and a domesticated noble manners boy.

Yet, he despised her, ******* her off, later in his beard years
For laziness driped into the marrow of his every to-morrow
Always begging for at least his ancient fathers note briefcase.

So was his splendid life fulfilled with perfumes of the day
Briefly inhaled and never consumed on a precious bronze
Skin of his brilliant assistant, who lurked uncontrollably
Into his daydreams distressing him from the deep naps.

Usually taken after the joint of young male people naming
Themselves the "Liquid Seductive Democratic Wild Bunch."

Today these feelings are billowing
                        like a prevalent arbitrary
       tension
            of poets as elves
Is there any
              thing new
                          to be proud of  
                          a words structured in an order
                                  peculiarly pleasant
                              refind enough
                                 just and justified
                                                       as
                                                      the right chord
                                                                ­              is
                        as a melody of a classical piano
to be laid down on a virtual array
of a poetry realm
over                                                       ­           ((  night  I've   danced

beautifully   with you  ))


      laping     erratically      striking    
harsh      on   hearing           nerves system

embrace thy emptiness
                                  to write is to discover
                                        to arbeit machts mir frei
praying for minutes for a pasus that's not so
     poignantly  s  l  o  w
                   after

                    hysterya of bumping crazy chords stampede
fades

hope         that you are looking as nice as a well nurtured horse
horhe
     hi **  
            four legged friends are a balsam
for our torn souls

wrecked emptyness is eating me alive
                 as a wicked
                      bewilderd beast

you are a honey jar
tilled with a bunch
     of naughty
    mischievous
sunny rays
                      tickle tickle
                             maroon and gold sweety
                          
I need a bachelor
I needn't think unappropriate
I need to breathe I need to breathe
I needn't think about parasympathics
A n d D a m n   I n e e d B a c h

Over the horizon
There were
Wings


                                           A wonderful Being...
                                   wonderful
                          delightful
               and protecting stars
                from falling
           out of grace

Embrace divine!                                                 Creator's­ Credo Love Jive

          Our aura glowing in no time,
                        charming dusk of day
                                     fading away...
                                                    Flutt­er fluid
                                                              be­autiful sound
                                                                ­                  loving...


You
Loving me ...
I'm never alone.

~~~~~
"Sorry seems to be the hardest word."
I feel your wonderful eyes.

He was a greating glider
Knowledgeable, nice and
Sweet. Had a nasty divorce
Flooded with ***** accusations
Nailed and tortured by himself
For the things he wouldnt do..
He was clean.

~~~~~
Tears within us turn to ice. And they should burst.
I've never cried over you.
I don't know you.

Perhaps. I did.
Once upon a time.
For real.

He is a quick thinker
A worrior with an ancient
Soul and a progressive
Hardness.

A Black pearl.
Shelly aboard
in disguise.

Soft as a kitten
is his heart.
I love him.

~~~~
"Let love rule"
Rise and shine.
A perpetual creation.

Monsoons and many moons
Have passed like a metaphor
Core. A divine traveler.
A colourful world
It is.

He reads thankfully
Astonished.

And humms songs
Of devotion. And he
Writes perfectly.

~~~~~
Harvest moon
He loves modern music and dancing.
He writes.

He dreams about another tattoo
across his heart. We share air.

She was touched
Today. And there
Were sparks sizzling
through.

One long frozen
Moment. Reaching
The most intimate
Awareness.

Not uncharging the potential.
There was a simple question:
"How did you spend the day?"

"With the beautiful artist
In bloom. Drawing."

Shyness. And the
Realization.

He glows.

All the knowledge
had disappeared
All well rhymed lyrics
have been adjusted to tune in/with

Romantic unquenchable yearnings
permutate,diverse this unending
word pool of aesthetically stolen

Shamanically borrowed artistries
energy packed and sipped into
shape, forms, symbolic  arts

Arosen on the riparian arrival
of Myrh, Vanilla and Rosemary
scented waves crashing Angels

My pen blots under the old red Pine Shade
Ink fingertips dyed black, other times Pelican
Blue.

I I I I was immersed into Maria's  mystic  Veil  
      A relieving elegant relish of Rilke's mystic mist
Husked my binary perception as an Earthquake
       Easily brimms off the mountainpeak white frozen blanket
And helps Angels to swoon for a magnificent time lapse speed-->
        Up ornaments stiched with The Divine craft and Love on a
Flying carpet infatuated and melting from Sun's Immense impact
        When making love twice a day, Lovingly fulfilled with an
Intimate bluhing beauty of dancing Clouds de Dawn trying to kiss
       Dusk Cloudy deliverance. Resolve probably lied in many times
Read fluttering pages gazing Smiling Buddha who Knows  of   blissfi  pi  Lyrical     Mandolin   Elegies Obsessed With Seeking Answers By  
         Pressing against  Many  Hearts  Foolishly Misinterpreted
Pointless Colouring As An Act Of Reciprocal Love To  Central Black         Portals        Seeing      Thee      Gazed     Into   Intricate     Reminiscing
Me of Tempus Fugit Fragile Sudden Sadness Easily Evoken By You  
:::::

Wanted to write fluently
About million worlds
With beautiful wovs.

I couldn't.
There's a dark pressure
In gloom. Doomed mind.

They do. Me.

I'm transmitting.
Harmonies. Cacophony.
Endless caches.

Vera's quietude was
her highest weapon.
At least she thought
she was living a life.
A stubborn, meak slave
of her suppressed needs.
Sacrificing her dignity,
and denying ignorance;
she drank up wrathed
amaranthine liquid in one
long sip from the exquisite
crystal chalice. Dreaming
about her gentle femininity
to flourish again. For sure
there will rise one special
bright morning for her. She
walked through the effervescent
garden surrounding their vaccation
villa. Love's true reciprocity vaguely
reminisced and echoed within this
little woman's romantic soul. She
became a shadow of her self,
hating the marble empty halls, lonely
pages in vintage volumes at night,
lying crowds, smiling as statues
stare; without emotions, numb
and notably beautiful. People.

In need to feel
more than mere
words poets press
continue reading...

My Poems here
are a common
red blood bind
horizon heeding
from blank to grey.

Tips are starlit as
the most bold ink-lined
beautiful formation
of space & time.
   Seems
bizzare, un-limited
falsificated classical
old blue ink evaporated
with digital evolution.

 Not aware of its-elf ~ existence
is sinking deep into my
tactile fingerprint cushions
    Once I see guidelines  
there's no hook to be
made out of necessity.
I add and add ad
infinutum and all
I see is Home.

The Earth is the prime
source of love
living in mystery
giving seeds
planted,
       water transforming all
     the bitterness to blessed
            purification, your spiritual
Wings as Sun flying around
  in this cosmic delight
    whispering, singing along
       Subtle overwhelming
                   Harmony, droning
     in tune with Galactic
       core ~ my heart is
       near your heart
     as the Moon
   orbits The Great
Mother, Grand
Eruptive Sky Father's
Heavenly Energy
       creates in creatures
     most sacred wish to bow to
    Ultimate beauty, submerged
   into this wondrous colorful world,
      into the Eternal Waves of Subtlety
         ...Most Honest Divination...

     Life may seem hard
   For the honest women and men;
      But ... It is... It is mere An Illusion ...
       That Scoundrels and Creeps don't have  
       Each ~A beautiful Star ~ Twinkling for them
           And for the World ~ As your Light shines
            *Upon the ones you deeply Love

~
Thoughts concieved by open mind
Chosen gracefully, fulfilled and kind;
Are the treasures of remembered days
When pen to quill was an eternal phase
Of two souls yearning to be touched
Regardless of ethereal bond, much
Pleasure of a written word - longed
To become of flesh and blood.
~~~