Meeting and hanging out with friends
Scenes become cartoon like
Every person becomes cartoon like
Druggish visions, 2000's chavs
Smoking dope and loitering
the tower blocks district

Beware when you think about them
                       when you look at them
For they are 18 years
                                         in the past

A newborn of the internet
MTV ruled the popculture
Silent/waiting adolescent society
of tower blocks districts
West leaked through the
       luminous cracks
                 of TV screen.

Rat Queen in labour
foul and swollen
         driven
            by
     unstoppable
force (remorse! Whitebirds,
Felines of night - mourn.)
            of childbirth

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Sleep moves
   In serpentine ways
And the moon's been
Glued to sky
   For years now
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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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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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&
My lips felt
Like
A dam
Even when i was
All
One
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Music is Magic
Poetry is alchemy
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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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Feeling deliberated of
Direction and destination
And meaning, and good
Swimming in confusion
Only want to get high

Goodnight
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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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Been lookin' through windows
Pondering about
Rumors
& Secrets of spring
The light seems longer
I put in quotemarks of water
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I'd rather have my cigarette
Alone,
or in great company.
No in-betweens.
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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
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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We're all ryders
    on our own,
   of our own kind.

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Movies destroy'd my mind & behaviour.
Remove the basic elements that form me
                   (where are we at now)
  Time to hide. It all froze.
        (the bird's bones on winter ground)
    
                   ( She's a demon girl

  Feeling - a puppet being pulled in every direction
               a material getting tired out, and tired out

      Stone streets leather boots fog rain smoke

  Muted music in the building can be heard

      11 pm.

                                   (a bird flew by)
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And then the clouds
Have formed all these
faces for one
brief moment
They were sharp and clear
Just to blur
And fade away
In a matter of minutes

The clench of fist.
Veins, tendons, bones.
Alive.

Infinite opposites, contrast to the character,
angles. Slicing the character(object) into millions of layers

Then these layers are to be investigated
in entire spectrum of light by the observer, a curious,
precise scientist. The adept of air, fire, earth and water
dwelling high atop the tower - Wisdom house; the Temple of Elements.

A kid is fascinated
And tries to mimic the nonchalance
Of adult's signature.

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.

|He wanted to get the people|
|that were responsible|
|for creating the keys|
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                      The last thing I saw
                      Was the face of man
                      Crying, choking me to death
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         "In the evening, we're going to
               watch a movie. Everything
               will be fine."

Book,
              film,
                          mind
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Coal sinks the sheet
     (to become memory)
Girl drifts thru smoke,
Rain in my dream-
                   -We broke

IT ALL MARRIES DEEP WITHIN

A desire to see again
     in the macro scale,
     to bring back
the shape of world.
All of the bricks have scattered.

Stab the heart of the summer
  
     Impale it.

                             Don't worry,
                           It won't die,
                               won't vanish

         It will devour you,
           swallow you whole.
  
                                You two will be one.

No evil is meant for any being
No harm is meant to be done

Where are all these angels?
Dancing and laughing, and treading
With hair soft and bright as light itself?

Oh, give me this summer
                  back,
Where we could cry
Where heated air
& swollen clouds would
                       pass by

   If only we could sit there again
        and smoke a few Luckies

R., stay away
Watch OUT
The Big Blue, red

Voices mumbling from the other side,
A thousand languages torture my mind;
Jail of sandstone and steel is where I hide.

Here I sit
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
And the worms that feed of these.

The heart of the city-
-a beast, a giant organism
with dark engines revving
and endless labirynths of
arteries filled with lights
& heated rapid metal blood


The heart of the small town-
-a snail's one
or field mouse's one
or hare's silent vein
at best

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Being put down
Into dark hole
The soil shall hiss
And steam

To make the stone
Move
Oh, the pavement
It flows
It flows
Flows
Right under our
feet
It feels so right
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An honest, loving hug
    would cure my soul.
I don't need more,
     don't want more





  Body crippled
      (wordless)
         The heat
       Flames blend together
              so neat

She walked away
         and now I'm sad

I'm the abyss.
  Toss the metal ring into the river
   Bottles shattered on the boulevard
    The stench. The mirror house.
     Break the mirrors, shards in hair
    Poor girl's mind

To be wounded
by meteorite

‌  ‌  ‌  ‌  ‌(Lem-ON)

     LEMON
               Juice.

(lemon(fresh) cut in half
knife metal - zesty peel
bitter citrus nebulize smell,
                                       juice)

Childhood            Ground Coffee
     smell          ≈           smell

Brown substance
Mysterious
Drank by adults

                               
      dark brown - vivid yellow
                  calm - verve
            oily, dry - fresh, watery
                 stable - quick, ephemeral
         (in a shelf)

I slowly draw your smell
Rain, wet hay, dying fire.
Move my fingers through your thick hair

as the years pass by,
The patina grows thicker,
And the eyes no longer glitter
Have you kept your precious metal locked
Deep inside?
As the rain was falling,
Murdering the Ember?

Objects move unseen
off the scene

The world has ended.
Few survivors gathered
round the fire in their camp
before the night has come,
and flooded the earth with her presence

Then, one man, without any hurry,
breathed the evening air filled
with cicadas sounds, and stood up.
He sat on the boulder beside the cracking wood and weeds,
and started to declaim poems,
and no one interrputed,
everyone listened

You ran into the night
And I know, I'll never
See you again

Cold July air,
crystal clear
Just like
summer water
I bathe in thee

The battering ram
Smashed incredibly hard
Against the metal shell around me
-My fortress
               My heart started to beat faster.
          "It's time to go."
                       -sword fell down
                         and killed it.

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   Adorn my shatter'd skull
with mandala
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I'm so ******* sad
and hopeless.
        Broken mind
     Birds are going to wallow
         for ever
  Trees & months & moon
      cry
   for ever



                   There must be something wrong
                      with the outside
                                         I know it.

Eventually
The End's gonna come inevitably.

So,
your mayas can't insult me
I'm untouchable
Your lies & screams won't affect me
                                       won't touch me
For I am dwelling in abstraction
I am hidden in atomic world
I'm it and it's me

And on the ninth day
When dark clouds have
obscured the gray, frosty land
       The Heavens sent blocks of steel
    Cool and hard, they fell on ground
    Like eerie monoliths from above
    A merciful gift from rigid gods

The men of the tribe left their camp fires
and their wives, and readily gathered around the blocks
to make brief decisions
    and do what they had to

Rain seems to be the final solver
of all the  b a d   t h i n g s
we weren't able to get rid of.
        We just have to stay at home
     and wait,
                       till it's over.

One drag
for one person
   into night sky

The succulent universe withers
Weird flowers bloom
In strange atomic realms.
  Have you ever seen Starbuzz?
       Or touched any of
                               the Strings?
-don't take me too deep.
   Be careful. We're in the
    core of everything now

I'm a cold stranger,
a wild animal.
A silent guest
standing in rain,
on a concrete pavement
     of the capital
A passive observer
with a golden interior,
thrown on this strange shore


Voices & noises all
        around
Stares like raindrops
on the sparrow's feather

A silent wanderer
in this far country
    where I don't belong

My soul bends dangerously
at sight of smiles
         it gets crushed &
                                crumbled
by sounds of the world


Gold bleeds on gray concrete
A shot in the skull -
        brief
        Loud moment
    Meat lies dead
And bursts of colours,
      flocks of
  birds, flowers & herbs,
  exotic scents fly out
  of the head
      or cage

All life on Earth
is translated Sun's energy.
We're the children of the Sun.

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The Universe is a constant repetition
of womb like creations.

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                            & forests surrounding)

The hero of our tale
stood by the crystal clear
dark mountain lake,
and saw a reflection
of himself in the cold water.
And what he saw was true.



(a cool, fresh wind was blowing)
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