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I stand in a Gallery of Beauty, different workings of art.
Each of their own story, varied of mediums.

Stunning sculptures, wonderful and painted canvases, soul stirring spoken word,
classic and modern forms, all thought provoking.

In this gallery are Masterful Creations in which to admire, to stand in awe,
and appreciate the Inner and outer workings that make them Beautiful indeed.

Copyright ©  2015
an art gallery splattered with promiscuous color
a dotted canvas hangs on a sky of calm
next to a catscan -- modern art
just an image from my head
 Dec 2015 Angela Nagisa
Max Hale
Spiralling expectations are often dashed
Nothing is usually clear at the start
An opportunity is flagged but often
It's not really the case
Use our Company and make your name
Use our gallery, service, mailer, contacts
It's great
Oh but just one thing we're new to this
Yet our hopes are high and someone has promised
To put you on their list...we'll only charge you
If we sell something, OK?
He was a piece of abstract art
And she was in love with complicated colors.
“In this little gallery inside my heart, I would love to put you in front, and be the center of all.. Because you are my center of all. For me you are a piece of art, carved and detailed into perfection, with no flawed strokes left. Inside of you is a perfect abstract. I don’t know if there is a perfect abstract, but perhaps that kind of art is perfect in the painter’s way of how they perceive things. I want those intricate lines inside you be understood by no one else in this world but me. You are this kind of art that is making my insides spill paints, and mix them into a perfect mess, a beautiful mess.”
pieces of you scatter
shower me
surround me
you've left me a puzzle of poetry
words in every corner of the room
left for me to put together
and my heart swells on its own
your essence clings to the sidewalks
which connect our neighborhoods
two planets with a city block between them
waltzing through space
spinning across the kitchen floor
and a kiss lands between them
orbiting like a satellite to its cosmic mother
no longer aimless
in a storm of starlight
Stars illuminated inside her eyes when the color of her ever changing iris became a golden green with a melted gaseous star of a spectrum that was more than humanly known.

Mars sat at the tip of her tongue and Neptune on the base of her palm,
she swallowed planets whole and the sun burnt brighter as she engulfed the life out of these rocks and
became molten lava.

Her breath smelt of the Milky Way,
with a touch of almonds
and when I kissed her lips
they tasted sweet.

But as I saw life grow on her skin,
her mind showed me the beginning.
How atoms cluster together
and vibrate in unison
creating perplexed ideals that thrive in her belly
and touch her soul
ever so.

Maybe she isn’t aware her eyes look like a universe

But I don’t care,
I’m just a space shuttle looking for something beautiful to discover.
In your eyes shines universe in the shape of your face.
The stars whisper verses of unconditional love.
Light of the moon emanates with your heart.
Sun burns oath of immortality on my skin.
Planets dance to the music of our souls.
Even the black hole discovered the essence of love.
Stardust wraps our bodies and souls.
Meteorites juggle in space of desire to hit ecstasy of fated land.
Interstellar space is filled with love of devotion.
Electromagnetism guards intimacy of our bodies.
Gravity is jealous about force of our feelings.
Strong impact rising between us.
Space-time continuum is richer in our kisses.
All forms of matter and energy count light years of love head over heels.
Our love was born in the Big Bang's peculiarity,
existes since the dawn of time.
Atoms formed union of our beings.
Star agglomerated in galaxies of fascination and fulfillment.
Supernova of our passion is new kind of cosmic explosion.
The shock wave propagates even in the toes and feet.
We transformed in pure energy.
Expansion of our love accelerates.
Existence has become a paradise on earth, cosmic catharsis.
Love is bliss of ******* with you.
Drink a love potion to the bottom of romanticism.
You will raise where I am.
In you I found the multiverse.
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