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My relentless search for
The most beautiful
Is over.

You came to my lap
Leaned this graceful
Head on my upper
Tight,

Covered with
The puffiest blanket
So familiar to us.

And Thou are ~
The eloquent Elegance,
The proof for the Sacred
Geometry, alive, warm
And lovingly cuddly.

I adore Thou blackest
Dots, above your Feline
Fangs, hidden as your
Cat's conundrum; When

Rest, how
Thou charm seeps
In me; like classy  
Lion paws
Streched,

Touching my hand
Lovingly.

I trickle my fingers across
Whitest beard, and savannah
maroone blackness.

Jade consciousness opens up,
And starts to purr, pressing my
Wrist tenderly when me writes.
This is an ode to my beloved cat Mani. I love him dearly. Sometimes he can be so gentle and so loving to me. It's a true blessing to have him near and within my life. Words can not describe how grateful I feel...and enchantingly charmed. Fabulous Feline Fascination.
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~
Rigel

Art thou
Thy soul
Of souls
Reaching
O to thee?

Or that
Celestial
Tide thus
Brimming
So, most
Delightful
Beams o'er
Me?

~

Sirius

O, Yes!
My Bride-to-be,
Spinning fiercely
Like a dervish in
This galaxy!

~

Rigel

My flames! My core!
Held together by my
Own attractiveness, I
Assure, I need not thee
Tis myself I do adore!
Fantastic mysteries
I keep thus pure!

Woo me to Love?
You seem assured
Of your Self as well!
But you must make
Haste to hence take
This, my body, O!
Heretofore to meld.

~

Sirius

My lust forsaken
Broken, taken!

See how hot
These fires
Thus burn,
All my Love
To you I turn!

~

Rigel

Be gone!
Be gone!
My Love
Must be earned.

~

Sirius

O what woe!
Woebegone
And melancholy!
Ease my malady,
Be my Lady!

~

Rigel

Perhaps one day
I shall, but as of
Now, I turn
Thee away.

~

Sirius

I shall do
My utmost
To burn
So close
Today
Tomorrow
So perhaps
Someday
It will be so.

~

Rigel silently

*Sigh, you
Persistent thing;
I wish to cradle
You, soon too.
This is a satire dialogue of love unrequited between two fiercely burning, vainglorious and  divine celestial stars Rigel and Sirius desperately falling in love, not admitting it.

Written and imagined by ~ Jamie L. Cantore & Impeccable Space Poetess ~ as a divinely sweet, hardworking, inspiring collaboration. Let there be light! Life! Humour! And our creation! All rights intimately reserved. ;):-)

Thank you so much, Jamie, your a dear poet to me<3 lmpeccable Space poetess.

Hope that You~fellow readers have
enjoyed our little celestial story.
Thank you for reading and commenting
"Thrilled Tokens of Desperate Love"
Dreamers dream a Dream
Awaken -  as a future beam!
"Come ~ **my light
~ fulfil my Heart,
Never let me down.
Crown, ~ my love ~ Humanity,
Holding hands in unity."
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Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
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Observed by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
Today we weep
For all friends
Leaving us for their
Immaculate flow of feelings
Not wanted to be disturbed...
Between us is a mug of warm milk
Dissolved in the morning black coffee
Your hand leaned on the elbow and gentle
Fingers hold this white jar where cute teady bear
Is painted under the comforting quote in the cloud above:
"Only for You" ~ *in blue

"People are like angels      
with one wing. If we want  
to fly, we have            
to embrace."               
Holding a flowery bouquet...butterflies flutter
alive flowers growing... underneath it all...
    
Listening to the romantic symphonies,
Beautiful beyond the impermanent world of suffering and Disappointments
Nostalgia of old
Picturesque movie scenes gives our aching hearts
Hope for all the lost souls.
Aware of beauty, grateful for health, we cannot help ourselves...
Your beard is shaking a bit... upon your shoulder my cheek
is leaned, caressing your chest and the silky skin covering
the transparency of your bluest veins
Sol-tear trickles down my lips
I taste our sadness...
Our love
I smell
My fear and hope for my friends beloved young girl suffering anorexia
Your loss for your aunt - a departed part of your dna
Her spirit behind the veil of the bookshelves watching
At night us sleeping in utter silence needing to unchain.
Remorsing, for not visiting her as often...
My old, old aunts silent suffering glance
This silent loving reminder speaking to me
without words with love and sadness...
For me not visiting
My love,
we are not perfect ~
but we are alive!

"Two lost souls..."
*loving as much as we can.
Without music the world would be a horrible, desolated space.
~
ˇWhisper within my ear upon Thy comingˇ
At white clouds, clasp, my beloved king !
The throat singer is heard, drummin'—
To mountan's peek poetic rings .
~
Gently love, my limbs ablaze --
-   to thee  -  to heaven's heir ;
Pun cores of springs amaze ,
All dancing, all like vestals fair .
~
Pure soul is thine at times
Of no tommorows —
To shine thy sleepless rhymes    
Within Grand Spirit's Colors .

~
♥     ♥     ♥
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
The prophecies have an odd habit
To lurk inbetween scribblings  and  then mingle
the good wishes into a mashed goofy mind ala moi

God - how I wanted to meet you. You, the noble scholar
An oriental dreamer. Son of a man who made comics
Look nice. Now - I have anticipated a longing long
Lettre.

Or a notion you have read his words. Yet. It's not about realising; This wilderness.
The paper relief is not equal to a ravishing beauty..your wisdom, your passionate thunderstorms within your mind and a non dual complecancy to : your eternal gazes ...
I would be honoured to experience this wondrous mildness
Your arms holding me tight and loosely addictive.

Oh - to melt within your yang.

Yin
Imagined by Impeccable Space Poetess
Thy ruling beauty knows of us—
Who yearn, and scorch upon our souls:
The burden of imperfect world—alas !
Our body fate's—to perish as old moles!

Yet, don't be a slave to wrenching claws,,,,
'Cause fear is feared to cease too soon—ami;
And our debt to ancestors—the law !
Rejoice well—love's sorrows of la vie !  

Thy brilliant light does know of us—
Who willingly beseech Thy Beauty,
With wistful wondering eyes at last !  
See—Thee ! O, Fiery Flames of Duty !  
  
From foreign land to our humble home—
Widespread is void by far—as I may know !
And yearns of hearts—heard in ev'ry dome;
*Subjected Harmony of Spheres to Love !
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
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come mu-khee mu-khee!
where is the walnut?
squirrel's paw - my palm.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
Events
Teach us humility
Energetic remarkable pride
Feels good
until it versus
Truth, humbleness
and a kind<3
Arrogance is
A necessity to posh people
Until they drop the false ego
The power of
Wisdom is gained
Only when you know
The love you talk about
Resides deep within
you
&
You
Too
Impeccable Space Poetess
Why does it have to be complicated?

Naah, there's got to be a solution :
. . .less boring and technical. . .

A beautiful
Fantastic
Stunning

Peace of writing
. . .less ugly than this. . .


Well, try to write one!
~

The Poetic Form
~   Helps
  the eloquent  Poem   ~
Reel Integrity


~
~ ~ ~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Time machine roared for a minute...     Future was nearing

with outrageously high

speeded velocity     Surpassing The Bitter Past    &   Collapsing back

In itself !    Surplus      Evaporating Events      have soared above the

mundane Blue Planet

Glistening, tiny, roundabout vessels         have vanished silently, into the

wide open cracks internal to            Ethereal MotherBoard Memory

of         The MainBrain.         Truly Our Vision Focused on the
upcoming Horizon of Hope                                Saw no Evil no More
The universe that i know contains infinite infinities
The more i travel the more i see and more you think

There's an abyss of abraxas in dylan dog's comics
Here's an enstraged ghost of che on the motorcycle

We made it plausible for the pagat ultimo's elegance sake
We seek for the most Beautiful to crash us like soft waves

The immortal Beauty is the terror for the mortal passangers
The immortal Elegance is shown as an unforgettable life's style

You want the depth, you play games, cast spells, and reinvent
You want to become a persona grata, the gravity ***** you in

Today i thougt how nice is to draw a bit for a change
Today you didn't like to have hollidays from a belief

I have to acknowledge the worthwile sands of time
I have to succumb to universal subconsciousnesses

Mine unimportance is a hanging shall on a tied stallion
Mine thoughst fly high as two falcons toward your star

Thine tea is served with blood, sweat, and entrapement
Thine turtle is a giant alive planet, a colourful mounted

One
In one century importance becomes irrelevant.
In actual now do you consider ways to trick this fact?
Intelectual labyrinths of mind lead to a well structured illusion.
Inspirational people have borrowed the ignitors from celestial Divinities.
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Extremely enjoyed picking up forest strawberries

among quiet zephyrs.

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Imagined     by     Impeccable Space~Poetic Love
Kindest                      Memory
Never: she said
Of course: you nod
To you: I burn
Eradicated: he blushed
Well

    I             h  a  v  e         
   
not          spoken       of


     m      a      n     y                            things







You      don't
As *
well!!!!
She said
fast
And she did A WWWWWWWWWWWWvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvLike a rocket
she glided
like a dream
                                          she was
a tapestry
a magic landscape
a canvas to your sensoric
pleasure

you've caressed
her curves
like breezes gently
unleash pink dew
from blue grasses
you've
managed to tame her
rage, untangle
her
ribbons and silk
'your eyes shine like stars'- she murmured . . . . . . .
then came a hurriccane
of you' passion Rising
s h        o   o       ti     n          c l       o            the                
     s
as shattered roof tops
flying among bycicles,
stretching wild clouds as sweet
cat's opening her gems dim
beautique vision,

dragon-kites
allured by the happening
acculated words
Written in-to Ether fro'
Free sword at last!         kitchen
table started to whirl among wild ducks
love
spinn

as swans
we have loved
as swans
after snow
Once upon a Time there lived a peasant
whose poems were whisperings of nature.

Nature aims toward growth, abundance
and decays softly back to succulent soils.

My homeland is not for your feet to step
upon, you belong to surrealistic cynicism.

My psychedelia does not approve of horrors
mundi and skips on every third classical tune.

What was impulsively chosen, can be a mistake
in pompous rituals on established compilations.

Apologies, for all the misdeeds lacking a true
appearances. You implied my life is a great lie.

No, it's not! Sometimes it is a knotted charade,
noose chameleon dreams wanting to create in

Castles build upon puffy clouds, youthful Ars
Poetica meeting a Pat Metheney's wonderland.

Beck is a phenomenal artist loving green lands.
Bachus was a goat. And Artemis protects us all!
To live Beautifully means to live according to Universal Harmony.
Wishing you all, to find the most beautiful, creative and truthful Path toward genuine Life's Art Poesis and bountyful moments of love shared with...
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Lotus flew over the
Surface of my
Consciousness

The synergy
Surrendered to
synchronicity

Within
Stillness
Of your being

The
Blossoms
Of love rains
Blossom

Caressing my gaze
for the first time
struck by magic
thunderbolt

And fires rode
In awe,

Written
Upon your
Tamed times

And absolute
Seeded pine
Trees

Written like a wild
dew drops glow on
a black tulip.
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Verses crept under my
  Selkie      
like incarnatio Tattoos
   billowing surface

    blood
             streams
         dream

To break out like ripeness'
       like
Inevitability
  opens up a delight of a persimmon  

a passion, a mad devotion
     transfering abundance
                     to
  satiate flesh flames

a sentient transformation
     from crystal clear
primal
       scream Journey
to ethereal mind-
   waves tumbling unending  
  down on my
tummy
    with yours  

         sweet sweat's
   shimmering plankton
      surrounds me as
        your love's energy
  
   u n en ding  u n d u l a ti on

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Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
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i
youth is your neighbour's Bee
hive wax, candle lights, flickering Flame
lovely sorrounding delicate contours
on a pale gently shaped face

ii
thou eyes still shine with
chesnuts burning flambouyant
charcoals, who can lit Free choice
of will and thoughts of Heart

iii
eclipses of centuries covereth
you, waiting for a Cosmic chariot
to take this moonsoon romance forth
holding the Sky's beau crinoline

iv
I feel wurthering imagination
floating and tearing my passion for You
when Thee become Thou in my deepest
love passion taking chapeau off
~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
~
Poet of love and beauty
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.
Written by
Impeccable Space
Poetess
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When people don't believe
in you you've got to do
yourself a favour

Count the dragons
and Pegases of your
wonderful dreams

They float and linger
nearby.
What can i serve today for a lovely miss
Humanity and you mister World?

Eee...
Hm!

I would like to see the menu, please!

Oh, yes, the menu ... just a moment. . .

Darling, I would love to have  
Weatherwise Mushrooms with Weepy weightless Asparagoses
served with those fantastic moral dips.
They are phenomenal!

And you know what:
The other day lady Greedy ordered light lush - a delightful dish. . . and after having this goergous revelation of supreme tastes. . . she was becoming slimer and slicker. . .and thinner. . . she had enjoyed it so much! It was incredible! Her skin became purer, translucent, laced with
amazingly glistening diamonds and then. . .
she. . . can you believe that! just dissappeared into thin air
saying with blissful tears within her eyes:

Humanity - I have never told you, that in fact. . . I have always loved you more than your luscious husband. . .  you are a real darling. . .      
sweetie pie. . . so long. . .
I'll miss you tremendously!!!

And pufffff. . . she was gone! Can you imagine that!?!
And luscious... why on Earth, would she use such a word?
Strange:
And you, honey?
What will you have?
Are you listening to me!?

Hm... just let me see the **** menu. . . first!
Planty of food in this fancy restaurant - and I'm starving to death!
Where is this wannabe waiter - Forgods sake!
We are waiting him for ages. . .

There!

Well - here you go madam. . . menu
sir. . .

I recommend to you - our daily
  well-bread tacos for starters
served with authentically homegrown
veggy  
wellbeing  
mixed with well-beloved  
well-coocked main course
: :  : :

We have also some excellent
well Vintage wine
of trust, year 5195. . .
To be continued
Wanted figs sweet seeds fringes
cluster of oh mmm charmin little freckles,
Myrrh & chessnut eyes teasing
chocolate  taste licking
me f a b u lo u s-ly
Skilled as a swift leopards paw
your ticklish personae forest.    forces
me to kneal as a sandalwood essence
mingles and trepidates
opiatic.     cocoa with lush vanilla
God on dew drops evaporating from
our skins.      covering high firenheits
lasting sensual excitement
superstars collidin and exploding
like supernovaes ....soooo good!!!
It's hot in here. . .
Imagines by Impeccable
Space Poetic love some
The sun is shining and I have yet to go out
I look murky, black
whining
Translating
Tears of laughter
to despair
To laughter
Into ha ha s

Night into day
Written by Serge Kahili King

There is a famous *Zen koan
(philosophical riddle) which asks,

"What is the sound of one hand clapping?"

The student of Zen is supposed to meditate on this riddle until some degree of insight or enlightenment occurs. *The tricky part is
that there is no right answer. What you are, or what you know, or what you believe, is what you get.

Although no longer an active student of Zen, I was recently meditating of the riddle of one hand clapping when I got an answer that might be useful to share:

The sound of one hand clapping is the same as the sound of two hands clapping.

How could that be, you ask (for the sake of this article
I am assuming that you do ask)? It's simple, I reply.
The concept of clapping implies that a sound is being produced by two surfaces coming into contact, even if only one of them is actually moving.
No sound, no clapping; no second surface, no sound. Yet, the riddle definitely states that there is a sound and that there is clapping.

Therefore, my answer follows logically.

Yes, I know, the answer to a koan is supposed to be beyond logic, but rest assured that the answer came intuitively. The logic came after.

Before you dismiss this as simply a bit of cleverness or a waste of time, let me tell you about the rest of the meditation. After the revelation that the sound of one hand clapping must be the same as the sound of two hands clapping, it struck me that this was a nice metaphor for two of the corollaries of the Second Principle of Huna.

The basic principle states that there are no limits, which implies that everything is in a relationship to everything else. And that implies that if you change one side of a relationship you change both sides.Even if only one hand changes its position relative to another, unmoving hand , a clapping sound will be produced.

We don't have to wait for both sides of a relationship to participate before bringing about beneficial change.
Change one side of that relationship and the other side has to change because the relationship has changed.

We use this idea a lot in teaching Huna.
For instance, in third-level healing work where we assume that

everything is a dream and everything is dreaming, we say that
~ if you change one dream you automatically change all related dreams.

So you can go to an imaginary garden and make changes to symbols of your life experience, and your life experience will change.

In second-level healing work where we assume that
everything is telepathically linked, we say that
~ if you begin to silently bless and forgive people with whom you are having difficulties, they will know it and they will begin to change their behavior toward you without a word being spoken.

And in first level healing, where
we assume that everything is separate but potentially interactive,
we teach that
~ if you smile and hug a lot you will tend to get a lot more smiles and hugs back, even from people who don't normally smile or hug.

Now what do you think would happen if you applied this idea to the whole of your life?

In a strained personal relationship, for example, instead of waiting for the other person to make the first move toward reconciliation you could start the process in your own mind, either by purposely creating a better opinion of the other person, or by imagining the two of you getting along with all of your differences.  Sorry, you can't control with your imagination what the other person thinks or does (it simply doesn't work), but you can use imagined persuasion just as you might in a face to face meeting. As in any form of persuasion, however, the more your persuasion is based on a benefit to the other person, the more successful it is likely to be.

In a strained global relationship, assuming our theory is valid
(which means workable). We might be able to get together even in a smallish group and and rethink ((or redream)) our relationship with one or both countries involved. Theoretically, of course, it ought to take only one person to make a change. On the other hand, the change of one person's relationship to a country might only produce a very small change, so the more people the better. The thing to remember, in this context, is that you are trying to change how you think or feel about the country, not trying to change the country. It's a subtle but important difference, and it applies to people as well as countries.

If this idea catches on we can introduce  "a Huna koan" ((the actual Hawaiian phrase is "nane huna," a hidden riddle or conundrum))

*"What is the sound of one person loving?"
Notes hand~written by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Śūnyatā
Wayfarer,
We are like two cups of water
That God poured in a vase.

I am one with you beyond
Recognition.

Of course
Whatever dreams
You have of this world
I can also say are mine.

Odd,
But it is true,

"Water" can sleep.

When you wake, dear one,
Do not be frightened,

We will be swinging a rope
Around Muhammad,

Watching the Sun
So joyously laugh and skip,

In the middle of our Unbelievable

Divine

Union!
Imagined by Hafiz
Written by
Impeccable Space Poetic Beauty
Never I've become so meek
Nor blind enough
To recognize you, my grey
Wistful Lord

Enthrall the mighty language
Of your eternities to infinite
Spiritual togetherness

Where your soul beseeches
Mine without an effort

There the imaginative thoughts suffice

Slide through me
Glide to me
Soul to soul
Spirit to immortal
Coil
Creatio
~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~
Day dreams always end
in  a well  known  caffe
where  we  cannot
finish  cacao
and
.coffee.
Imagined By Impeccable Space Poetic Love
How do you like
To stand in the
Frosty meadow

Minding the free air
Portions penetrate
Your dim auroras

From the laced sit
Of your Hollander
Cold icicles grow

As your gazes
Melt and meet
Barzoi and me.

Walking around
In the morning
Sun. You-stand!
Its a beautiful Sunday!
words
falter
emotions

i cannot write?

a tremendous
implicit
meaning
Wilted
Effervescent
Buds
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
Life!
Life is not about
Telling jokes on other peoples behalf
Behalf!
The bottle is empty or full of liquid
Liquid!
The primal message of growth needs moist
Moist!
Merges with at least two body heats infatuation
Infatuation!


Ergo:  life, behalf, liquid, moist, infatuation===> The middle age is probbably the most magical stage of life
where infatuation absolutely and undoubtedly (will) occurs.
P.S. - Be open to life's wonderful surprises!
I want you to un
dress me
caress me
( adore you )
write
sensual
pleasures upon
my skin. . .into deep
shared intimacy
let me blossom
whirl and moan
show me your ripe
love knowledge
to drift us into the
utmost
delight
Right!
Dear

Darling
li

is light hearted

guerilla of light

is unfolding

fascinantion

relaxed


wu ~ wei


fascinantly serene


I love the world*  *I love this life
~ ~ ~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetess
__________
Translation:
Catmonk B
___________
Xebec

on the board. . .

Is anything better?
Spaceman spiff's cadet´s
Majestic idea landed
On a do-be-gooder´s
Onthologic - ˝do be doo˝

Oh, my God - Please
Christ is opening.
His windows
Please !!!
~
U2
~
Hell yeah !!!
I wanted to build a
Stairway for you
when logic's
smacked by intuition/˝`` :D
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
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
for a woman's day flowering bouquets
are selled and bought frequently

for a woman's day many innocent flowers
are picked up to cherish a genuine smile on your beloved's lips curving

as she wraps her gentle arms around your shoulders
kissing you - you - attentionate - gentle man

how she loves you !
how you - her man - are deserving all her womanly love


to see a celebration of joy upon her lovely figure curving -
to see your woman exuberantly happy jumping

in the dinning room
eternally humbled and in love with you
+
for a woman's day flowering bouquets
are selled and bought frequently

(   yet not very often since this ******* economical crisis emerged globally as a thunderous virus
so: dear man, husband, lover etc - if you bought:
- especcially expensive bouquet and she was relly ******* ... be informed she just wanted that fabulous new purse and that particular blouse instead - you *****, why don't you ever listen to her?

and if you didn't bought the flowers: you could at least bring her one rose and gave her the flower with a tear in your eyes ... endlessly enchanted
by her feminine grace and/or with a deep passion!
wild flowers are beautiful as a gift. . . aren't they!?!

- Her friends all got beautiful flowers - didn't you know that!?!  )

for a woman's day many innocent flowers
are picked up to cherish a genuine smile on your beloved's lips curving

(  but you did't thought - I know - You just forgot! - that she picks up only herbs and flowers for bio organic healing teas and brews;
why did you had to bring her flowers ... doomed to sadly die decaying in a vase - do you want to tell her she is . . . decaying!?!
There are flower pots who last longer as love does! didn't you know that!?!
You poor, miserable man - how can you not be ashamed - killing the innocent flowers!?!  )  


as she wraps her gentle arms around your shoulders
kissing you, you - attentionate - gentle man

(  her sulking in a corner;
her ... days and days not forgiving !
telling all her friends what a creep you are ... she should break up - doesn't she?  )

how she loves you
how you - her man - are deserving all her womanly love

(  and if your charming woman was pleased with flowers or without them, you looked suspicious and insencere, cause you said with a strange uncommon stiffness and discomfort the most spontaneous of three words -'I love You' - or did you said that to the other *****
more genuinely ... is there someone else!?! )  

to see a celebration of joy upon her whole figure curving
to see your woman exuberantly happy jumping

in the dinning room
eternally humbled in love with you*
You have to find your centre
Embraced we have to find the core
Delusional are paths of poetry
Some blond chrisp chiks
Started a raging fire
Recognizing
A turmoil
But she
Is
Not
A silly
Birdland
She's your cat
She loves your car
Driven words of despair
Now stop it stop it stop it
Embraced taping on my back
Everything is in vain, I'll work till I drop dead georgeous!
Responsibility
is an ability to respond...
Correspondence
Usually fails. . .
Due to the lack of this ability
Written by Impeccable
Space & Love Poetess
I am at peace
Grasping gatherin"
Marble extracted pieces

Dust all over deep  ye
shallow crevices  cry
A white dove's  fly
free of sorrow

I'd love to seal a millionth
tears on your lips kiss my farewell

I am the deep Space
I am the Brahman
I am the fine firmament
You are all best
Such is the truth

I am blood flesh body consciousness
Such is the Truth

I am the firmament
Go down on fantasy
Burn your fleshy
Languish fingers
And see where they land

Into the neverland anythin" is
Laying the sea **** as it were
A forest's tapestry ready
Finally
To recall the roll over
The magic Moss
and the razor sharp
entwined stares are infatuated
entirely, submerged in carnal
Pleasures and driftin" as
Smooth as our palms
explore the desired
Softness
Surfaces
Flowerin" as
Transcient
Shapes of heavenly
waves
wavin"
Shape shifti'n
Shinin' within our legendary
Black holes of perception

Rays fall exposed to the
Light
Acoustic fractures resemble
Ray's glimmerin' under
Undulated  brilliancies

Hey you, painter, a wordsmith of a happy fiddle tunes
All over the the land, ripe harry hills, bush berries and burgundy
Grow infinitesimal promises

Step aside for a while, apparitions of your wildest abstractions
Mean nothin" Come and take my breath away by the hand
And swim me to Swimmers' simmerin'

Endless Time is a ****** illusion
A Reckless hope drivin"
Without a licence

Ricochet
Toughts
Trickle
Riot rascals
And ******* concortions
Emanate radiant embarassed
Spirallin" shy blushes
To hide and die of this word: Anguish

I'd swallow the swell day
I'd let you know your golden and crimson
Violet
Deep Thoughts of Goodness

Precious precious Indigo
Ageless darlin'

Step a bit further
And see it (for) yourself
Eruptions
Coolin" within
The open space spiced
Dee light danger liasons

Ferocious I'm borne
Ferocious I give off
The light

I dye
I diamond you
I die dao the way up to you into the uncountable fervored Future

I burn I burn

I am the Sun
And the stars and the galaxies
I am The earth
I am the forest the mountains
I am the lake
Call me a fake
And mockin" will explode
Around your sweet grinin" face

Do not agree that we only read
Some make bread with sour cream
Some make cookies with a bit of green
Some throw flat stones upon the mild surfaces seen

Mirrorin" their minor inspirations tryin" to put others down
Hey, here is your crown! Bittersweet! Clown!

Clovers
Piment
Flowers
Horns
Thorns
Ageless
Aureolas
Borne

Scented oils linger in a sanguine air
Upon your tangible surrender
I fall and kiss your kiss

Rivers run wild flowering seeds
Rivers carry them to Toward n" a while deeds
Within cosmic symphonies by Oceanic all blueness

Blatant and Blissful
Ponds dormir

This all comes and goes
like ripples    
Upon the jade pond
This comes and voes like a vessel
Transports all beings

All beings engage in their essence
Liberated


While the noble sage
Disillussions own Self:

Subtle and ethereal body

This I am
This I am not










The wise
The names
The forms
The invisible
The intangible
They do Keep on goin'
Manure for the soul body mind.
Manure for the truthful seekers.
Major influence by Deepak Chopra.
Minor influence by the truth which lies in each and every one of us.
Hope you enjoyed the conducted narrative. Take for granted only what you percieve to be (your) Truth. This is poetry! This does and doesn"t speak of love. Tho" it aims to divine blissful revelations.
Yuta
Yielding Yantar
Yoda Youtube Youghurt      Yourself
Do Zen masters purposefuly

exclude women's

bizzare human joints

quivering ranking positions?
Imagined by Impeccable Space poetess
Zoe was always a nymphic
creature
              God gifted prodigy  
When she was three
she already knew that
                                       above her ecliptics
                         jade eyes were shaped
  as a gift to see within her strange
Zephyr's soul
                  there were      
worlds unreachable
to mortals
                      indulging

unconscious dance moves
           she was performing
     a play  
finding her way through
piercing sounds of animality and natural wilderness

                            solely within her mind's eyes

           then    shut
deliberately
just to prove to the thick jungle
          to highly flowering sunflowers
that her head locomotions are fully perceptive

      her tiny hands touched the ground
glistening streams of her hair had been long(ing) to touch
her tiny bare heels in pace with every
bonvivant
little step forth
                     she had been taken
                                   O, Zoe you knew at three
                              
  That Zenith is the chosen point
                                           to open up
                                                     top portals
                                                                ­of deepest insight

                                                       Zoe - there is a moving star
                                                                ­      lit to praise
                                                        returning to innoccence
                                 Olympic 
            ­          sensible
               smiling
sweetheart

         intuitive little one

You could hear cracks and tremblings of every limb to limb
                                                   clashed
with dark humid soil and stones and crumbs on every ant trail
every black beetle's step there every futuristic peregreen wizzy wings
  
    Zing(ed)

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