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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.
~~~~
Thunder lit the lake
In the blackness of the Night
To see the Earth glow

~~~~~
 Feb 2016 Skaidrum
Jay
Sleep Tight
 Feb 2016 Skaidrum
Jay
Tonight the only words I can think of are, 'Goodnight, you lovely thing.'
I hope you can feel me reaching out to you in your dreams.
/\/\^^/\^

wrinkled mountain sits
old trees bow down in respect
even rivers are slow!



SoulSurvivor
5/14/2015
*(repost)
A "traditional" haiku
5/7/5
the ancient to the transitory

I'm sorry for not reading!
I'm going to church today
I want to make this a routine now
I want prayers from as many
as possible for my father
and I know that I need to be
around other Believers

I will be in corporate worship
which i love, too!
 Feb 2016 Skaidrum
CA Guilfoyle
In the morning red hibiscus flowers
yesterday's petals have fallen to the ground
a hummingbird briefly hovers
in flashes, green iridescent feathered
soon the silver sun comes from behind clouds
reflections, in spectrum colors
of painted sky, brush strokes
in watercolors of dawn
the heart, a lotus flower
center of the soul
that opens.
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