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.

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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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(f)eaeaeerrr
The R.O.B.E.S
black.     Fear
Fehar. The sun-lit eyes
(drawnonthem)
drawn on them.
A feeling. Like it is all
now, no was / is -
sounds w/ smells
     (...)
walk people, Walk
this child, that child
me-'s-you-child's
3x (O(?) O(?) (  )(?) ) → ?

Saucerstreamsaw
wasmetrace

‌ Follow me.

All became a whirlpool
Vast city swirling down
    It looks so good
                 (gotta drown)
          f e e l s  so good

   -I jumped and flown

Dog breeds
God breeds

So let the storm
Swallow the sun.

And we're only praying
For rain

The meat and flesh
crystallize on the frame
of bones, in a womb

Hardened by the Time.

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

She walked away
         and now I'm sad

To be wounded
by meteorite

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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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Your fears
Seep thru your words
Like captivating worms

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

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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     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?

Went to an old abandoned house,
Chilly, wooden, dark & vacant
    I stoked up the fire

  the heat went up.

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?

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

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

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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

An accident happened
A person got hit by a car
A priest leaped out of nowhere
Salvating the soul of the dying man

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

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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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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

Meaning of accomplishment?
To get a title of "Mad Genius"

"Such personality couldn't have formed
in a single lifetime."

   -He said, as the other one
was lying in bed,
squirming and mumbling
outside, blooming inside
                       feeling sizes,
colours, seeing things that can't be seen.
Ha! This cave is   i n f i n i t e!
Aren't we                   All mad?

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I watched it all
Sink calmly
Into december night sky
Like a turning page

Magical mesmerization
Of icy stars
Glittering in frozen time
Stay here, be in it
Fade low, dark
Let the time run
Through the crystalline web

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Rusty bullet went through my thoughts
in a windy haze of mind.
Taken aback, I turned my head
To see a figure of a bandit,
With his smoky gun held high,
Pointing straight into my eye
   A duellist
                an invader
A ghost straight from borderlands   
Relentless soul
  coming after me

Thrilled to be a human.

Darkness is easy to craft,
However, what's also easy
is to get stuck
with your creation

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Summerian kiss
We are and were,
All the same

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

The local ******
suddenly had pink hair

‌‌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

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How many more
Ghosts
Will i meet
On this dusted path
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"No drug can compete
  With the Sun"


This is one thing,
the other one
Is:

No dancer better
   Than the flame

My words are forming
       a vibrating green line
       that cuts across the dark
                  curtain of iron.

Golden clouds were drawn
towards a raging crimson hut
under their sleeping stormy sisters,
like a flesh of stars
is torn and ******
into black hole's
silent mouth.

Wet pavement,
Clear, light air
Special sunsets.
No, you can't mistake that
for anything else.

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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

we are nothing but
meaty worms
with our ******* dim minds
restricted like
earth dwelling worms
crawling 'neath the surface
dim minds, fragile soft bodies
   just accept that fact

May's nightair
Cold and dreamlike
Come to me
Come to me

I've not forgotten
how your thousand
kisses feel like
Oh, I've not forgotten
        I've not.
-Your soft name
  means to me
             a lot

Uncountable things happening
covered by you,
swarming in the
heart of yours,
in the jungle
          of yours.

Snow-white birds fly through
clear crisp blue sky.
White pure city in a distance,
on the other side
of dark blue cold river.
Thin sharp power lines of steel,
a plane

         Lying in a hole,
         wet clods of dirt
         and dense mud
         with metal junk(?),
         feces(?)
         Sensation of heaviness.

The dour grey city
As I'm walking through it
My eyes, my brain confused
With the malicious colours
    (Green and red, at once?
    What am I SUPPOSED to do?)
Switching, shifting,
The tension is growing,
And drivers are honking at me
Crossed the road, woops, the light was RED.
    (I'm a daltonist
    Gonna shatter these lights someday.)

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Old damaged hands
Moving barely in tired hope.
End everything magnificently
Like a twenty-seven.
The feeling of skin
Warmth, hair
& scent and breath
And this weird kind of trust
The wind's blowing fast
A hope it would last

The reptile has shed its skin
The scales, scattered away like time
Strange hours abound
Gold glimpsed in the afternoon scenery
Visions of Mexico; empty house and wooden furniture

Meanwhile, the strings are being cut by the blade
Disconnection, a brief bright flash of the cold
And He opened his eyes
Awoken in the darkness, an aztec paint on his face

Glass sphere and this odd scenery
The surface, like a cosmic journey,
Smooth and vast,
With the Sun's kiss on its cheek

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A night bus full of artists
Lots of deep eyes

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She drew my eyes
And the ****** red soul rose

     "-Wow, you're a medium!
               I didn't know."

                  I said

         And left
    
I knew that gems
could connect.


We had hard exteriors, though.

Let's stray off a bit from abstraction,
Though I find it to be the best way,
of expressing myself.
Hey! Give me a paper sheet and a pen,
and contribute to a creation
of the best poem ever written.


Smelling and admiring dead flowers,
Here on this vast plain; the ashy moor,
Where ghosts, like an ancient greek deities,
Dance and drink,
And stroll, chatting calmly.
Picking the black petals,
And harvesting the honey,
That causes an explosion of taste!
How is it, that dead and grey
Lead to a birth of life and colours?
Even after all these years?

Under the stars
and the pale moonlight,
I recall these lines:

"I want to drink the heated wine
Gushing out from fiery hearts of the Geniuses,
I want to kiss the flushed lips of Divas,
And stroke the manes of lone lions."

...So I was driving down the road,
I was a passenger in a car,
Sitting safely inside, kinda bored,
Staring through the window
You know, the next thing I recall,
I saw the Cosmos
All the stars, and dark, silent space
Through the deformed, torn metal of my vehicle,
It was like... brutally ripped
Floating in the Universe, in this loud silence,
And you see, now I know
I peeked into the Forbidden,
I gazed into the Unknown.

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

Could it be, that we have to
feast in hurry,
And that the lake is
Frozen?

Clumsy, shy hard metal brain.
Anyway, I'm not worried,
And I have lots of good feelings.

Need of being appreciated, and liked and loved
Is the most destructive feeling in my life.
I'm glad I can shape myself with writing.

The Sun made it possible for us
to live and grow

However, in 5 billion years, the day of the judgement
is about to come,
when the Sun will swell and devour the Earth.
Our then-current state and our past
will be precisely reviewed by the Sun.
We'll be appraised of what we've accomplished,
and judged for our deeds
and all that stuff.

But,
the Sun had got the date wrong, because
we will ******* **** ourselves
way before this time.