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i suppose, Karma is based
on empathy.

"𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴,
𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴"

It came to me after
Surprisingly long time.
After other things come up
To your mind
The way above,
In a shocking way
Passes the test

Really, charming moors
( put it out, please ڪ )



And have you known -
By the way
That karma,
In my mother-tongue
Means dog food?

& i don't care
Best ones are flung
With no hesitation
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  the sea opens

& my crimson chamber
Became alive for a while
Brick walls became clay
And stretched their hands,
Multiple hands
Towards
You
Like You did
Desperately, Dazedly
In mirror pits
Towards me,
Towards us
& Fingers moved towards each
Other
in mirror halls

But can hands,
Can fingers
Seize the water?
Well, they tried
Like summer times
Weave shades
with scents
Ivory-hued



And to think i haven't tasted
A sweet rest
For over half a year

and now i drift sleep with
Heavy sighs
In place of breaths
& peace is
more than forgotten


Being immortal is a curse without a doubt.
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 & the sea closes

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Feeling deliberated of
Direction and destination
And meaning, and good
Swimming in confusion
Only want to get high

Goodnight
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Fay is
Got to be
     A dead
      in
               clouds
With care lost

   so close
    so close

& So the tides get
Turned, just
as book says
Oh You gonna see it
Someday
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&
My lips felt
Like
A dam
Even when i was
All
One
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With a soul
         in a hole
All seem to
Adore my breath
A hand stranded
Soul
       in a hole
Adore the little bird
In the palm of hand

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I am at the bare limits
Of everything
Arriving home
Or losing it all

I have to bite
My own tongue again
To silence
Anyway

(an apology won't prevent
Hands from stretching
these sapphires in time)

It's "spilled" in past
But spill in both present
And future,
Hence they're the same
Only bridged by "will"

Fruitfuled
Only mirages
Spilling the words
From holed bag,
Grasp, cripply
only mirages

I knew these were
Nothing but mirages
As they unfurled beneath
Night sky

     ~grasp~

Put a mirror
Beside bed
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There's something preventing
Me
From ripping claws through
Your
Heart
    (the blood)
From breaking through
From breathing
The blood runs out
And do we really suffocate

And you can't really tell
For what the person needs
Let the acacias run through
Our crystalline veins

Little man
Big man
You
Fallin' up
In merciful hands
Of dreams
Lands
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Lay you softly
Down onto
Collage of crystalline dreams
Finally, alike youth
Bird

Old man's eyelid shuts
in kaleidoscope
As he looks at
a burning match

Each triangle
Casts
Endless seas
Their shapes
Soar
Into skin
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I'd rather have my cigarette
Alone,
or in great company.
No in-betweens.
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Been lookin' through windows
Pondering about
Rumors
& Secrets of spring
The light seems longer
I put in quotemarks of water
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Sleep moves
   In serpentine ways
And the moon's been
Glued to sky
   For years now
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Long for
Sweet chambers
Of this Palace

Water of violet of
its fountains
Flowed in peace
down its walls
Marble down its
chill halls
Moon glowed
Mirrored

No drought in its
Nocturnal embrace
And satin enwombed
Us
Into a sweet tomb

Brought
What ever & who ever
When bells call
Into its satin womb
Sweetly
We fall
Back













I am capable of doing
Impossible things
Inside of my crimson chamber
You know

As I travel
The marks on skin glow
& Songs have no shape
Songs have no shape
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& how do You
tell me, how do
You find
Sippin' whiskey and
and listening to
         japanese jazz?
   oh
'n looking through
                window
to find pink with blue
unfurl out and in dusk sky

all these blend together
so well
that liqours drop
  on paper
hazes hues
comes out dusky

   some
  somehow
  somehow
  
    slide
        down~







   Peace of Mind

All i need to snap
           out
  of these
is the song and a drink
      to
fall back into
these blankets of
  mind of mine
They wrap arms around me
so softfuly
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It is grown, but the Umb is silent

And I'll be there, under night France sky
  tired suns will bleed, and dark red
purple wine will bleed
   tired suns that once shun
Each blink
      - like movie frames

You have yours and I have mine

In that limbo fluid sphere
Don't know where You'll catch me

~~~~~~~~~~~

     Go alone
     To circuses
     & in Heaven
     everything is fine


In the end you
're nothing but on
your own, & by yourself

& nothing but a collage
of past experiences
in motion

Think i'd rather be cold
Than suffer
in a post-poned fashion

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It should be banned to die in spring

The sunsets are much more
Lonely without You
the sunsets are much more
lonely without

Look at World with
Eyes like predators
But sometimes even tigers
Must be fallen asleep
To pretend away the nightmares
That clearly seem to be happening

to think that all the flowers had to die
for one rose to bloom

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It's the street where i lost my soul
Right here, on the mirror stroll
I dropped it
   And with it my entire world
It dropped & it shattered
to pieces

So now i'm on a rampage
  Of forgotten and fading
All turned into slithery liquids
In swirl night haze
(Craze)

Now sunsets go kind of
with no sense
Sphere goes
   follows
Directions with no meaning
Like it doesn't know
What to do
(It doesn't)
What's even worse,
     It's fine with it that
                     way.


    ~ my Sadness
      - ain't a cheap gem
           ain't for sale
        With bruised gale
          My damaged lungs
          Keep gettin' beaten
                       Down
                            Ah ~

I heard i liked eyes
Now they all - closed
Worn out and hollow
Wait 'till final blow
With couple of these
Precious songs
  left by




But mirrors, by their nature
Tend to work in reverse ways
So it turns out
That in fact
i might have
     gained
my Soul

Pin a feeling
Like an insect,
When it happens-
-"i'm very lonely,
And my eyes
are so different,
   unusual."

-Butterfly drew with
Wings as it set.
  You're lucky
If it spins,
   Maybe
'If it flies, it never dies.'

Now rip paintings off
the walls
Rip colors, off,
Throw candles, away,
Incense,
Foods, plants
Cloaks & blankets
Paint all white,
Spill waters to valleys
I guess
'You took mountains everywhere
You went to'
I guess
'You took them with you'
And maybe, i guess
It's pinned now
& you see

There was a time
       Where i had Time


The sky is free
The sea is free
To be
   & eyes are made
  For views like these


I know everything
I know too much
I know nothing
At all
I am also very tired,
Of writing in "I",
And are you?

_


She's the Queen
Of the Western Shore,
intriguing monster
Among scented words

Send one home
Way back home
Away,
       back,
                  Home.



The Sea whispered
To me in my dream,
In white words,
That it plans to
Swallow me

So i allow myself
To be
dressed
by women,
For a journey,
That's never meant
To reach
the end,
the end

So what you
Gonna say?
All's gonna
Stay here, tonight,
Under ivy
Full of eyes
Underground summer Ivy
Ivy, I we?

Blue sky
Full of bright lines
I'm gonna stay here
For a while
White daisies in the summer sun
I would trade this world for fun
For a joy
Just to see it in your eyes
So tell me where
Your truth really lies

0748-P
Let me be.
I'm a ****
Some say,
As we write in tears,
We search for Grail
So,
Dive deep
Don't weep
- Smoke ****
With Gary, the Snail.

I'm gonna miss the sunset
Sometimes I dream that
I can fly
There is a universe
white, sharp star floating near by
in the darkness
The Moon is shinning
The day is dying

My heroes encourage me
To smoke cigarettes
And get wasted
Beyond recognition.
What have i chosen?
They even sing odes
Full of melody
About these things
And I often
Find myself not having
The choice
Not to join
With my voice
And dance
Along



The flowers etched
Deep into my brain

Sittin' on a rooftop
Watching the world end
An apocalypse, of some kind
Right before my peaceful eyes
With a cig in my hand,
watching it end

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How do you want
To remember
About these birds?
How do you?

All their souls
Trembled a bit
At sight of reflections
On the Great sea

And my heart
Shook
At sound of her voice

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Summerian kiss
We are and were,
All the same

Gales & clouds
Violet night
Rip apart, it
is easy,
see?

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How many more
Ghosts
Will i meet
On this dusted path
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‌‌The trees speak to sky
With crooked branches,
Their tongues

Chimneys puke
Their share

Trees are like hungry birds,
The latter - maggots

Everything speaks
Sky's blue body listens
And sometimes
Kisses

"No drug can compete
  With the Sun"


This is one thing,
the other one
Is:

No dancer better
   Than the flame

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Late night drinking
Talks
The bottle,
  Honesty, lies.
Two men talking
A fish bowl on a drawer

Fuzzy thinking

Remember when you
Told me that story
About albatros?

Or Baudelaire's
"Albatros"

  Fuzzy thoughts,
   Anyway


Through the meanders
   of mind

"A profound connection to memories
With simultaneous disconnection
To them"
I read, through the yellowed
Pages of the magazine
The sun peeked through window

The last words
Were my last letters to you



Come, I show you
The meaning and shapes
Of world
What the dry wine is
Exactly

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It's all right to feel fleshless
To have all your flesh
Torn off your spine
A bare spine,
A snake shedding
His skins, for
Million
Times

At first, it may not feel fine,
The hollowness, and all
  But it gets better
With time, trust me
  It's life.

The meaty summers
                   & springs
    Hollow winters
            In time

Some powerful spirits
  I will haunt this world





"I have found my peace"
The Flower succumbed
Inwards, within,
Again
And the story
Made a circle.


And through sunsets,
Sunrises,
Endless tunes
and
Pink skies
You found
yourself



peaceful,
In damp pit,
Stung & kissed
By serpents

My blood turned to chains
  Each breath
Brought the vision
Of cage
Vein, vain

All my blood turned
To diamonds
Each touch
The beautiful image
Of moon

Bring back life
Bring back life

The wolf is running
Soon his heart is grasped
Powerfully,
With the feeling
Of transience
His whole body shakes



It's here






I would love to
Talk to someone
And, like an old moon,
Spill all my wisdom,
Somehow

All I see
Is a bull's blood
In time, fly through
Air
Left
To dry
In dry air

Endlessly sad songs
Make you sad
For future
Even at now
Endlessly sad songs
Is where i take
My fuel from.
You asked me
Precisely
About that,
You did,
I remember.

Streak of blood
Flies through
Air
In slow time
In a room of Music

Each note
Rips the torrent
And you see
Everything

Every thing,
Every time
And I
Soak away

Mad dancer
Dancing madly
At the wastes
Of an ended world,
Of a world gone

1 a.m
Tears on rocks,
     Please
Laughter
    On the sun

-most beautiful
flowers
 Bloom only in spring
  Colorful, vibrant
  and for a short time-

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We must die, brutally
Fall to ground,
To earth
Lay heavy
To waste,
& fade away
To summon the Spring.

  Dance.
The smokes start
To swirl up

Wine runs
Through soil,
Again,
Swirl through veins
Veins of life
Alive
Alive
Come back
Alive

Just as suns
Grand and flaming glow,
Stay high
And in the evening,
  sink low

Then the night
Or some
unknown
Early dawn.
Smokey fingers
Or roots of trees
Play with thoughts

Smoky snake
Why'd you crawl
 Under our dancing feet.
They are Light.

It's her and her mind
It's her and her mind
Oh, her head hangs low
Low, so low
Met us,
The lady, dog
& The crow

It's her and her mind
It's her and her mind

In the silver glow
Slow, so slow
Her head hangs slow
Meet us
The lady, dog
& The crow

It's her and her mind,
her and her mind,
Oh,
Only her
and her mind

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No use for eye
Blood flow pupil
Blood flow sun
Into veins,
now
Dilate
Straight into mystery

Being there,
On the desert
One has to be cautious
For some ponds
Are poisonous.
It's rare, but you have to
Tell one from another

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Then the ring
All stars
Fell from sky
The moon swell,
A Piercing eye
The star-eyed
Walk the earth
All the stars
Fell from sky

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Vow me,
On my
Cobweb-woven
Dream

Today I wore
Blood-red tinted
Boots

-that 1 song
You know the lyrics of
   by heart-
The star fell
Wait, hold on
Not a star,
an eye star
of a star-eyed one

That song, that is
Forbidden to sing,
That eyes, that are
Forbidden to
Look into

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I died of age when i was 7
Or eight.
The reason were my home-ways,
I think.
And when I really die
I don't want anyone
To be blamed of
anything related to me,
Except myself
And the old birds,
maybe

Why do you pull
And hold a bunch
O' barren snakes
Instead of roses

A man sitting at
The edge
Of the ending world
Singing, wailing with his
Raspy, low voice
Whiskey & smoke voice
He swallows dimmed stars
In his mind.
Drink another one


Living through infinite worlds
Infinitely,
Through the clockworks
and mechanisms
of the machine
******* each world dry
off its juices

I was a king, a sickman
A star-eyed bizzare one
This girl, and every girl,
In fact.
This africano suited in leathers,
And a sound vibration in some canals
Only to wither away, again
Like a dying plant
And to repeat,
Infinitely.

Sing on, at the edge
Of the ending universe
Swallowing
Dimmed stars
Throwing these words to waste,
To jaws of changing rails, or
to turn to gold
Or night-bone
-the string broke--
And... Oh

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  ‌ stars

A train passing at night
In a distance

Father to his kid
"Life will be easy",

It will be easy


    Was there a night
Without "goodnight"?
I've no memory.

Fall. Dream

   I can't live without strangeness

Dream. Again

   No memory. Worlds swallow you,
     deep

Again

Just want to feel
The scent of flowers

Wake up

  stars gemmed in skin

     inside

You see,
These people never dared
To face the shadowy lion,
The night lion.
Never even thought 'bout it,
Actually
Lie on, slumber still

God of plains is not the same
As god of desert, or gods of jungle.
How is our god?

The proportion between the stimuli and the sensation.
Me with my eyes closed?
The light can purge through my eyelids, even with them closed. The case comes down to the sensitivity

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Two brown plates
Mirroring
In two truest
Fake sides of mountain
Pierce past, now
Meet the lions

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When we have all the stripes
Collected
We'll buy a horse, and make a zebra.

     I wish I were a pigeon
   Dwelling on these roofs

Morning sunlight
& Fresh air

Berry wine

    ~dining with flies~

and i fell a long, dreamless
                           sleep

These abstractional pieces of modern
artists remove the bridge, the bond
between the external world and core
reality. They don't use symbols.
You stare at the core itself. There are
rumors about a man, that took a look
at one of some abstract paintings
and lost his mind.

Dog breeds
God breeds

So let the storm
Swallow the sun.

And we're only praying
For rain

Books at market, sold at night.
Misc items sold at day
Once i read
These words
Casted on white walls
In chamber
Echoed in there

The true artist
A sensitive sponge
Some risk in that

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  The dagger to ******
The Slowness
Crafted from exotic metals

It takes years
To prepare
For this
Ceremony


The fat, tricky body
of the Slowness is taken
  and put
on stone altar.
  Ripped - the blood runs out
Forms streams on stone
Then it is left
      to dry.

The Shamans scrape it off
-it is dark, crumbling and wet-
drumming & chanting
they put it in pipes
and inhale the fumes
to complete
the Ceremony


The spirits are freed.

Chemical asylum
Illusionary sanctuary
Of tricky nature
Lure you
Then your dark angels
With changing faces
Fly around ceilings