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   Adorn my shatter'd skull
with mandala
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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.

One drag
for one person
   into night sky

The frown flooded the face,
A grim cellular crown.
Guess we'll have to wait,
Just wait
Till the moon moves

We're all ryders
    on our own,
   of our own kind.

Your fears
Seep thru your words
Like captivating worms

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

Hardened by the Time.

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.

Dog breeds
God breeds

So let the storm
Swallow the sun.

And we're only praying
For rain

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?

Riding thru the desert roads
Swimming thru the starry nights

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

She walked away
         and now I'm sad

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

Objects move unseen
off the scene

A random moment, sound, word, sentence, scene
act as a grain of salt
thrown into a concentrated solution.
A poem crystallizes and branches around it.

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

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.

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

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

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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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

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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 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

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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Summerian kiss
We are and were,
All the same

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

Thrilled to be a human.

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

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

& to be frank
You got it,
That’s point blank,
them highest rank
(is yours, is yours
  to have)
They will wail to You
all them nights thru’

But
Will You still laugh, me?
I am no longer-

So play them icicle notes
Draw from half-asleep memories
To dance amidst todays’ worries
(Which do not exist, if You think about this)
And i want You to think about this
While we…

I know You will
I know You will

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.