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.

People are to smart to put up with self proclaimed poetic
alternative : Improvisation, random illogical wordplay, empty meanings, enstranged linguistic structure, dadaistic approach etc. is usually a Nonsense ~ non plus ultra ~ for looser's to tin the tons of their ******* poetry far far away





(for their eyes only).    



















































Exc­. me ... don't waste my time! ... I'm a serious Poet!

What would you do
with me
On a shine-crisp day

Would you be polite
with me
Drinking Thai green tee

What would you do
with me
In your adored city

Sight seeing, hand in
hand ?

Climbing dragon
statues, touching marble
brests, carved out insanely
wonderful, giggling ?

Would you be naughty
enough; and first take me
In the hotel's elevator

Instead of a crunchy
brunch ?

Freez deep your tiny nevrotransmitters and admit it!;)

Dreams, dreams
Visions come as favela blossoming into a forthcoming
Bounty
For all the Earth citizens
  Having a cosy home
     Clean waters
Creative life

Without existential suffering

Share people! Share!!! Goods, love, smiles ...



**Rejoyce, be grateful, embrace tight!!!

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

Your idea was to dislike cats.
I love both: You and the Cat.

*          *          *         *                          
We can find poetic beauty                            

Humming as magic mind

Arriving into the Brahma's cave

Light is love, love is a dolphin,

Essence of a rose tea. Ominous                         

Songs of Tao, suns of TAO

Potpurri
Dusted on this everlasting scented wish
*******
Path indulged not taken braken broken
Don't speak
How you polish your rod don't you dare
Purr in society
Of begotten socialistic days every sister
Brooling
Brothers have to unite under the semiotic
Nonsense
Sensual carousels are misinterpreted maps
Printed
On glossy paper sheets which formidably
Stretch
Everybody's hands wide open to traveling
Roads
Not taken hands not shaken feelings black
Holes

I want you to tickle
my toes.

In the great dephts of a collossal anthem
There were ray beams gathered, focused
Beautifully by a magic magnifying glass.

The true meaning of existence was living,
Breathing, focusing on step by steps little
Revelations; non-existing bouquets lit on
Misty meadows glowing in the morning
Dew drops budding on cherry blossoms.

He thought-nevertheless: he's falling into
The infinite abyss of his enticed farenheit
Hell, swirling his brilliant darkish mind to
The point of total absolute white, mingled
With blackness and sweet spectre of love
Profoundly smooched~wickedly nooked.

Wisdom is to know when is the right time
to tell people what to do and when
to do it by yourself.

There are always people who'll look down on you.
Don't bother too much; enough of a burden is a fact
that you have an inherent ability to look them through.

When you're in tune with your guitar even your dog loves it!

When you're happy ~ even the darkest storm seems
to be an enlightenment.

To have a fling at work is accepting a lot of adrenalin running through your veins. Mostly unrewarding, seldomly paid off and heartbreaking.

When one chooses to use Roman numerals to number the pages within
the brand new book that's a clear evidence that one loves to play Tarock.

I'm never brainwashed.*
*Who can possibly wash a totality of empty spaces?

Don't be naïve, don't be non-naïve.*
*The upper postulate is non disputable.

The greatest Art in Life is: the precission of capturing the exact moment for speaking or for remaining silent.

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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"Exceptionaly beautiful people never have to enchant others with their knowledge."

°                        
                             **Older
                          
                         People
                         
                                   G e t
                                         M o r e young s t e r S
                                                           B y
                                                            Th
 ­                                                           eir
  ­                                                       S i d e
                                             T o S i t & L i s t e n

Planet shines lit by the nearest Star
Dry, hot ember glows in the dark
While candle wax is like water

. . . and they all burn for. .        

  (  T h e  F i r e  W i t h i n  )

Heavenly creatures inspire those who turn to them.

The Sun is Alive!

~
"The Contemporary Paradigm Of Science is Altered By its Dreamers."
~

Every child is an angel in disguise.

When love says --
"Come, dance with me!"
       The beloved dances~~

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.

+


"Bluffin' can open many doors."


-

The Grand Mind* produces Thoughts.
Thoughts are born within Millions of Minds.
It's upon You, which Thoughts You'll receive, create or adopt;
Whether you cling to positive or negative Thoughts ~ *it's up to You!

Apparently blessings soon wither
Where your star shone

Reminisce
In the darkening sky
There's a Taj Mahal!
Undulating endless
Asimetry of
Love

Floating above
The placid
Waters

One
Glimpse ~
My wet hands
Kyoto protocol
Hair in a Thankfury
Violet Versace

And your smiling coasts
Me wrapped in a black coat
Lush lucrative dynamics
Zarathustrian imperative!

Covering your manly
Shoulders

Dig a grave in my
Hollow submarine
Diminishing distance

Was I, to call your firm hand's
Grip ~a lesser degree in Hiking,
Or a postponed poetic height
Thumbs entwined. . .

Spirited as a killer
Eagles mudra
You stare at
My profile

Well ~we stand
Opposing as a lovers
Of A grand Poetic

Name surpassing the time
Awaiting, courting, questioning
Via simile to the blood under
The Bask's barret

No, the ring I've put aside,
My hands are bare tonight!

Bewildered, I´ll stumble forth
within a bright new day to
complete your sermon.

You usually brake the cliche
Walking hand in hand
With Affar Authors
With Dead Spirits
With Alive Authors
Playing dead, unknown
Within the journalists eyes..

When they whisper

Wisdoms to your son's father

When they sturm und drang my sweetest
Sister

The softest spring is coming forth and
I know where to find you. In southern sighs.
Dreamy. Uncatchable.

Playing

I say one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by an immense, long, deliberate derangement of all the senses.

—Arthur Rimbaud, born today, 1854

We belong
Neber der. Todo
Taykunsimphoenix