Racing down the drive against my developing thoughts
I’m the artist always both blue yellow painting metaphor
Out of context time for breather meditation brought to life
made to be an encourager
to exceed your scheduled mind.

Get your stuff now
go outside
greet the moon welcome the dark

Unattached to miracle that has been known and reiterated
to grow
yet no vain prayer of theirs never went real
in daylight on paper
or the ominous world of eternal dawn
truck on highway ordered coffee
moving fast not stopping by
never listening to the others
Always dual perhaps I may never
live way another.

Why I wonder?
good question indeed
to grasp tightly onto solid panels symmetrically laid in castles
atop hills
high & powerful

Mind both places taken places
clovers highways blue normally
Stretching long monday till sunday
one big highway
headed one way.

I have multitudes
spread throughout me asymmetrically
eyes of 3 shades
leveled as if portrayed vertically
sunshine captured in them deep
oceanic blue sky lit by lightnings cloudless open airy & free
lonely writer
wired to a chosen scheme
reinvented blissfully
Morning calm another day of resting under apple trees

troublesome ways awoken by no cost
transits rule the world - including all those created by me
scene of april
By the fortress nowhere lying near to a brand new land formed
-down my Ravine
where the meandering valley stops-
(and starts running later on)
Lonely writer in shallow love
eyes deep
trust in the transit

Although so frantic no place is vile to sit
rethink
or overthink...

Anyway - I have strong faith in my destiny
I obey
all the glitter wisdom and great glory
of it - and all its closest surroundings.

u ought to know
In times when the dull winter sun descends behind the skyline
and it darkens progressively
crazy fast as if sped up
I try to find a brighter light in those green eyes of yours
find calm amidst thunderclouds miniature thunderstorms
and inhale the magic orbiting you like a handmade universe so perfect
so quintessential
that I don’t mind being in love
with your eyes
your auburn hair
and extraterrestrial reputation.

But as I said:
I don’t mind being blue nor rosy
next to u
The reason for this staged adventure across galaxies is true
I love u
for the fun of it
I don’t need u
but keep u close to my shoulder as if I was orbiting u
As a planet - in your handmade universe - in your emerald eyes - in my sober mind.

I am the poet in big need and
captivated
by ur olive green vividly glistening eyes
which fit my fractured consistency unattached from everyone
ur hair gold like fallen leaves in fall
a celestial archer from Orion
areas of thinking I have for an armor
against unwanted corruption-
u have things i wanna gain
in the future
distant but plain

Evenings come
it darkens now
I see summer in your sweet eyes
I feel bliss empowerment magic midnight lit by fire
you create
Masterfully

And the things you do to me
make no sense
why I stay?
Simple answer:
you are the perfect bartender to align with to become something what’s larger
to move forward with u
or without u
doesn’t matter.

Epic story to be written past boring beginnings later
after everything has happened
nonchalant and happy after.
Lonely lover
favorite poet
writing with ur hands narrative
To acknowledge my true thoughts
roaming through my unpaired visually eyes
To remember that I love you
for forever
when u leave i’ll live in peace
somewhere in the deep of my
sweet overpoetic mind.

Caffe latte
sunday morning no rush after
resident of the white hour
endless minutes spent on laughter.
You in the doorway
with your old luster
Yerba mate in your veins eyes green standing firm like a dream
perfect disaster
like a substitute for what’s about to happen
worth to question
what’s it all for?
Will your tenderness be the embrace of the summer and its grace
down the roads
of desert worlds
only sand no water ponds
just one road
headed to
Heavens’ floor
or how you call
that one place where I belong with you.

My unoccupied vastness
arched sky high in celestial patterns
Your precise touch feels like golden petals
which excellently reshape my natural hardness
into poetry.
The expected whys and hows in this tale take no place
I’m spectated attentively
smiling truly in pastels
exhibited solid strong and wondrously rich in details
Tall like mahogany
inhabiting moonlit valleys
Chosen to climb and absorb all light.
And my unorthodox nature carved out in monolith
relies wholly on my woodworker
Ruler
Architect
Four-leaved clover
My chase for sunlight my height my rock solidity of heart
all gathered into one
atypical poem.

You stand still on my freshly drawn painting
happy ice cream Ibiza sunbathing
away again derailed during the late ending
bars were bending
you escaping
like a beam of laser or perhaps a wave of low frequency
into nothing but an anthill
into dark abysses blackening
That was the deepest I’ve dived into poetry
while standing strong on paper like an aphonic waiter
missing bedrocks freer plain mind
inner amity measurement waving hello in your new life
like a guest
an observer
Paraphrase all matter
everything sky high and deep indigo being
Make your world original
and get your name written into the universe’s journal
as the most poetic individual
whose world was as black as the very first few seconds of existence
only air no ground to stand on
find yourself an alternate orbit in a different time
different space respectively
Turn your mind into a fountain pen later into the legendary fountain of life
Invent exuberance
Invert antic meanings
become a planet afterwards a distinct universe
You and your paling blue crystallized eyes
You have a roughly designed past
arbitrarily by him himself
Find a lover
get a pen
Soon another
world may end.

Freed me from scheme
not by their alleged surfacing collusion
sunlight and violet grapes atop the old piano with florals shining
windows uncovered
Wide smile I’m unbothered

It was a normal party
three eighth obscured at noon
Second hand antique luxury of the anteriorly badass queens
ruling their badlands in rosemary crowns equivalent twins
Music loud Subterranean witchcraft
swaying between the prototype and old shaft
Legends last forever

at the finale of the ridgy pathway that’s meandering in waves

ivory necklace unobtainable by bare slightly exuberant hands

But straight up feral imagination no civilian could afford
You just have to be alone
to create art for real
You must have faith in artistic spirits roaming the soarable tunnels
all the monsters from underneath your bed
They’ve happened before
You used to breathe prior
Now you’re reborn and haunting two zones

i should just contain myself and focus on my mesmerizing nowness
Which I described badly in two novels
Not perceiving the veiled pleasure of longness
I call
ad fontes
My font is great vibes my worksheet is the oldest
taken and patented I have legacy not ominous
No fog as an aura following the unlucky and rejoice that they holler

I love you hard
I crave my statue of granite but white
Flawless here not yet existing in preview thoughts
ride along 405 extant in moss
That’s how many concepts I carry
but Before I move on

remember to reach

  once years start to pass
I’ll be both places at once.

Exquisite perihelion
foreshadowing the perfect arrangement
for my destiny
Those thoughts float and travel inside your chameleon mind complexly raveled
quiet hideout under gravel
soil so fertile in blooming mind a reborn human reigning for life.
No foreign content to seek
as your mind wanders deep
along beaches gold when lit no worthier task is equivalent to me
or in your kitchen
in summer morning with windows opened
accessed the sublime state of gazing mind forward into skies of vermillion
smell of cinnamon.

To leave no flaring questions unanswered yet spoken
in ordinarity the word power is hidden
enveloped and
with a red stamp attached

With a good reason stated
confirmed but not openly expressed therefore expected
to be publicly inverted
two miles deeper than silence like dust that has gathered
on chandeliers
true gold and crystals of
Some unknown matter
resistant to shatter
Condensed like gravel
And raveled
like an oddly minded chameleon
Lifelong goal
To answer questions
smell of cinnamon.

What is happiness I ask myself
lying lightly minded on a blanket during mid summer
as the radio’s playing my favorite record at maximum volume
at the time I recover?
Or maybe waking up blessed with everlasting verve which I’m still seeking
in the winter
world.

Is that called happiness?

Is one coloristically consistent painting capturing crashing waves
enough for one complete organized day?
I wonder too often and it expands my vintage wooden bridges to further lands
not malevolent but requiring to be understood fully to traverse through
lands green not Valle De La Luna
mind happy now everything is clear as a teardrop sent by a semi-angelic creature
this is happiness I’m assuming.

But is that really happiness I can’t stop asking myself
Or a temporary thing which occurs due to deep blue
surface auroras
laid in patterns strawberry scented and gleaming in the deep
of the five star hotel swimming pools
strawberry lingerie parties moonbathing too
laid like lit by warm lanterns brick avenues
beauty I can’t resist
or catch otherwise withstand.

Somehow I can fully describe it with the smallest details included
I don’t have a bijou bungalow located by the Rodeo Drive
I don’t have a girl whose waving mind could synchronize with mine
but I have happiness or something like that.

Stay cool with yourself
never with the dynamically developing globe
backwards

I must have finally learned to have a stoic mind
since I’m moving through needy concepts in line
Melrose Avenue
step higher but first wisely choose the goal

Don’t climb to heavens intoxicated or else you might fall
let go of your role and forget the scenario

Just be who you are
Just do what you do

I own an ancient mind which is beheld occasionally through celluloid
grainy paper rock solid dance floor
I write and it’s here

Be yourself
Do your thing

Live your life
Or your dream

Caretake the estate of yours away from the burdensome business
never clarify lines of ink dark thoughts requested
but compare yourself to your future form which has yet to be revealed

But that not on the worldwide scene
given the opportunity to

You choose your future now
because your past chose you

And you became an extravagantly beautiful poet taken from
the purest blackness
to your lover’s arms in one lunatic degree tick

Now

Forget all your deadlines underneath long sleeves
and paper circles of the night
It all has been planned you just have to remember

You select your path
Single never dual

Forget people you want to forget
Bring end to this masquerade

Make people and me happy simultaneously?
Ha-Ha-Ha

I tried to stay cool I can say the least.

Nothing much to say,
time flows at its fastest pace,
when I love you hard.

When I woke up today I had this urge to say ‘*******’.
But I guess I wrote a poem instead.

All planets lined up,
advantaging alignment,
and I work on trust.

We were so perfect,
that we defined ourselves as
surreality.

The monotony
in me facing the border,
genius wish of stars.

It’s never too late
to slow down and later to
reinvigorate.

Do I want a drink?
or do i want a walk?
I’m underneath the August spell,
and pre-September aura,

a star fell from the sky,
it vanished at dusk like a phantom,
a shooting star crossed my path,
it fell from so high,
entered my atmosphere,
which contained a black hole,
my stairway to heaven,
it fell from so high,
hit me like a storyline,
which expanded into a poem,
my great escape,

but I moved to a new land,
capitalized myself,
I write my future down,
upgrading it with every new day,
yes, I changed my lifestyle,
escalated backwards,
it’s time to slow down,
wake up happier every new day,

I wink at my past with grace,
all the roads that I drove through,
all the bars where I got wasted,
all the friends I let drive away,
all my failures,
all my victories,
blues you gave me,
and fake smiles,
I look at all of them with grace,
for the last time ever,
standing at the crossroads,
knowing where to turn,
at last.

Nothing’s prettier than that smile,
on the face of someone you love,
and it was drawn by you,

nothing’s prettier than that smile,
no manmade crayon can draw,
but the truest love of yours,

be the first who drew one on mine,
the time is up but who cares,

what’s the fun in a life lesson?
long gone,
you are hard not to think about,

why am I writing another love poem about the same lover?
because I never get enough,
it goes over and over,

Hollywood,
Gone By Daylight,

then I find someone new and get attached,
hoping we disconnect,

new stars to colonize,
and new lands to explore,
one day I love you,
one day I don’t,
you will forever be a part of me,

the moon was clear,
like the change between us,

wooden like R and its guardian,
I don’t conduct electricity,
nice try though,

I only hope one day I will find someone who will be worth
being hung up on all my lifetime,

afterlife too.

New track,
new car,
I switch them like lovers and can’t find the one which satisfies me,
less obstacles could mean lesser danger but I go and never think,

new track,
new love,
I contain two secret poets living deep inside me,
changes only force me to collapse which denies my great density,
I don’t fall apart,
not anymore,

or at least not as much as I was doing some years ago,
the aircraft landed,
tanked,
and flew to space,

new track,
new expression,
I fix myself every day progressively,

I came in hotly like Dorian,
I’ll leave like John Wayne.

The rains left,
I left
you in North Carolina,

I recall my debutant days from three years ago,
the dew on the tall grass,
the primordial architecture which bloomed into a real empire,

nothing expired,
we are older,
better,
and never the same,

as soon as I return home I’ll set sail to The Neighboring Island,
from the absent dock just yet,
off my old home,

I will redo everything it takes
to recover you from the abandoned script,
I went too far,
literally, baby, too far,

and I went even further when it comes to moving away from you,
past the thriving all year long tropical zone,

I moved to the second island,
then I left with the rains,

but I heard they’ve returned,
so have I,

in North Carolina, where all life was born,
not forgetting the better try,
which I took in the legit way,
intended,

no timer,
we’re set free.

Caramel melting in my mouth,
this poem wasn’t even meant to be about you,
I don’t know your name,
but the kiss was so good I can’t forget you,
baby,
you moved away,
like a tide or a wave,
I forgot you existed,
sweetness sickness,
I still have that bellyache,

my swiftness was your fuel,
jewel to your paper crown,
and you just tasted like,
the caramel latte that I bought on my way from work,
the chasers left the town,
and Venice was my home,
I never thought of you a single time on my way from work,
my tastebuds didn’t work,
Cinnamon all night long,

but you have a blank page in my lovers textbook,
I saved colorful pens if I will ever find you,
blue sky,
red fire,
and cotton candy clouds,
everything seems normal without you,
some days
I think
how all this time
I was living happy without you,

the love songs,
with no addressee,
keep being sang back at me,
but I have stuff
to care about
more than I do currently,

caramel flowing from candy,

you are not mine and never were,

I **** at storytelling,

hurt and free to go.

Pick me up from the gardens,
I’m sweet enough,
and ready to become wine,

I left my soul in California,
I grew up overnight for my gardener,
in wait for a better life,

turn me into wine,
Laurel Canyon psychedelic life bored me,
so I went out on the PCH,

I did it all for you gardener,

I did it for us,

it’s hard to change overnight,
enter a room filled with light,
goodbye ultraviolet,
now I can be found mainly outside,

this story was supposed to be chaotic,
but I changed overnight,
it was hard but I succeeded,

I grew on dry soil,
but my fruits are upper class,

everything is possible,
I did it - I believed it,

now expect from me:

a box sent all the way from Arizona,
dose of sweetness without cover,
just enough for all my lovers.

Red roses were in your hair as a part of a flowery crown,
make something up,
my original aesthetic,
novel love life,

she said ‘become a poem’ so I became a poem,
voltage free,
no one speaks,
I express microscopic feelings and make them into twisted stories,

keep Twitter memories,
I love you for some reason so I visit you frequently,
not in the form of angel neither demon down on Earth,
but through meta connection,

false rejection,
come back to Brooklyn,

Discord Love,
growing in me on school benches,
medallion craved by time,
as the stars were dashing in not equal tempos,

I love my alter ego,
I love you,
and the mystic gate I kept locked is halfway opened for the world,
a week apart,

but I won’t take another step,

not just yet.

Not moving forever is pretty boring,
so I left the dock,
on my new boat,
I went off to the unknown,

I woke up in the middle of the night and it was also the middle of the summer,
I thought about how many lies I’ve cooked up to make me a stable passage,
then I went out on the balcony,
and gazed into the vastest lake,
and the pinnacle inverted by nature,

and in that moment I thought about that time I gave up right by the summit,
how I said ‘**** it’ and hit your name in my contacts book,
and stared at the calling screen,
and told you to get me back home,
which you did later,

I got back inside and made me some tea in which I saw my reflection,
then the clock struck 2am,
and I thought about that night when I was obsessed with you like crazy,
and how it turned the signs on all the roads by 180 degrees,
all trains derailed,
all communication was lost with the outside world like in a catastrophic movie,
the cinematic slideshow finished,
I got back to bed,

and then in my dream I saw myself reaching the summit which I gave up on,
I climbed it,
left a flag,
and floated towards the clouds like a cleansed angel who has fallen for a reason,
hopefully karma did its thing,
and now I can start like new,

after the day I do all of this in real life,
that’s on my to-do list.

I sailed in the silent waters of the noir movie type of sea,
and this thought occurred to me from the far distance behind,
why drive away in the night when you can go out with a bang,

say what you want,
but don’t call me your friend,

how to avoid drama when the scenery is meant for it?
different settings?
might work with you but not with me,
I’ve been modified by those who had no skill in it after all,

I almost left,
caught the train but exited on the next station,
the only thing that keeps me here is probably nostalgia about Venus,
because that was the biggest love of my life,
but I had to let go,
then I found someone two times better exploring downtown bars,
but I let go for safety reasons,

I’ll stay, but sometimes I really want to taste a different alignment of stars,
leave the neighborhood in the middle of the quietest night,
and go down to California with nothing by my side,
far away from everything,

but most importantly from you.

I think about Cindy when our laser sights meet
at some point in space,
what’s so victorious about you I wonder,
Venus,
three poems are enough to express your lack of knowledge about me,

I look out of my car window but this time it is the real thing,
which I’ve been anticipating,
turn the purple lights on like on the set director,
learn to be a potent factor,
I don’t open up about homemade allegories,
lasers meet,
at one point,

I storage arcane sketches in remote places and your mind unfamiliar,
you paint and paint,
when we both evidently know you’ve mistaken everything about me,
you know very little about me,
but you found my weak spot like through laser vision,

you’re different than my other girls,
you find a use in it like the greatest individual philosopher,

you don’t accept advices directly through mail, but through air,
through the light like an enduring beam
of purple light,
it started with Violet,

you are just something else.

I borrowed personality from the perfect girl in school,
in my biggest year,
the most eventful for sure,

I was on a self-set mission,
caustic and cold like the last friendly winter,
to the goal,
never backwards,

unsatisfied never afterwards,
born to win,
snap of the two bosses after the titanium aura vanished like a weak spell,
legacy ruined,

no place to sit peacefully and dream like during a starry night,
the tale is over,
legacy ******,

but it’s what made me a stronger person that I wanted to be,
ever since I met you K.,
your eyes had something mine were missing,

and I’ve heard you’re still around,
the walls emit power
of the holy turtle of the far east,
swiftly as a turtle dove on the light breeze,

I’m awoken once and for all,
fate didn’t want me to rule one kingdom forever,

so I sat on my hands,
though the world is an endless thing,

unholy thing,

let me walk in style through new walls like the best new king,

I inherit personality from the best girl in my dreams.

I sat down on the ledge after it got dark,
in my head only thoughts about my fresh start,
it got ultra bright,
I became a star,
and the unclear became clear once and for all,

I’m like a stained diamond,
I’m a medley of numerous colors,
mainly dark and light but they contrast well together,
they create me
24/7,

I exist in two separate and opposite dimensions,
one is happily blooming while the other one is haunted by eternal rains,
I found peace in being myself,
I’m variegated like a rare sea stone,
and most importantly I’ve learned to live with it casually day by day,

and every day is new,
the weather is changing with my inner climate change,
the ice melts and the sun gains power,
but why would I see faults in this occurrence, when I can cherish it,

not everyone perceives life in two filters at once,
I should be happy to be me they say,

and guess what - I am!

Meet me at the boulevard
or the local bar,
there’s something I forgot to tell you,

you act like a kid,
and I’m supposed to be the adult,
you walk the opposite way,
like a kid,
I know we’re young and free,
but I can’t seem to pull you with me further,

you want to stay in your town,
like a bronze statue - still,
you disregarded the rules before they’ve been set,
traveling with the wind
and disappearing in light,
I see you through yet can’t move past you,

like a rock,
like a barrier,
you act like a kid,
I act like an adult,
so why can’t I move past you?

Basically what I wanted to write down I had in my head,
but when it comes to you,
it’s fleeting,
like a thunderbird,

it feels good to say,
you have not your favorite park or radio station,
but your favorite person,
and that person is you,

but you can’t lose me like your car keys,
with that heart-shaped charm I gave you,
I won’t burn out like gasoline in your car,
even though I feel I burnt out long ago,
the roadless,
New York,
Topanga,
no matter where you take me,
your car keys fit in my heart’s lock
and I can’t do nothing about it,
the night,
the day,
my head,
no matter when you take me,
I’m hung up on you
and I like it,

it was like a lightning strike,
momentary,
however spectacular,
love is my working tool and poetry’s the playground,
I don’t know if I still love you,
but I will because I like it,

like a thunderbird,
like lightning,

and I like it.

The coastline bent over breaking through sea level,
not a single constellation will stay the same forever,

I almost fell up when you landed,
past the frost moon and the overheat wave out of place,
after the fractured embrace pictured between Barbara and hell,
everyone now knows everything,

I lost the test which I usually ace,
same shade as the belt just above your waist,
silverish luster comparable to a cosmic cluster so enigmatic,
no one has ever described,
even I on the day heavens fired
a fireball which splashed into the deep blue oceanic eyes of mine,
with deep poetry instead of cold water,
freezing and vibrating like the wings of a South America butterfly,
moving further barely like a bayou,
in East, not the paradisal Malibu,
wish faster under the descent of disaster, of course enigmatic,
I’ve said ton of verses but never three words directly formed,
and those were ‘I love you’,
you don’t know a thing and it’s funny to me,

me versus irreplaceable limitations which both exist on my way and not,
I thought I’d heal my wounds with salt and forced laugh,
then I discovered Sylvia Plath,
and I’ve lived until I found the way out which has no personification,
born of cosmic inflation,
upon the world creation,
I’ve been through a revolution, through war with the walls and you now,
but the fire moves always in the opposite direction,
that was January,
when I loved but said no, to avoid the lesson,

it happened, hurt, and gave me one life lesson,
I was born with my poetry upon world creation and now I just have to let it out,

everyone now knows everything,

everyone except for you.

I rediscovered you in my notepad today...

it takes just one innocent gaze to get lost in the misty word you carry,
it takes one ephemeral look to travel to the Hollywood Boulevard,
it takes one brief touch to turn your life into a good romantic movie,
so much can cost so little,
and life easily turns so hard,

it burned out like a match,
overnight,
reasonless,
but let’s remain where we are,
in the spotlight,
or the avenues,
not our favorite boulevard,
like in autumn,
and February,
if you got rid of my love letter,
let me repeat,
what was said,

I’m your star,
only yours,
I shine bright,
just for you,
I shine brighter than most quasars do,
if there’s anything I won’t do for you,
then forget it,
cause I’m here to love you,
and you’re here to direct
the best love story ever written.

You are the proof of my great development,
diary made of waves,

emotional gradient which occurred in the fifth grade,
witness of great change,
from one man to another,
during the last moon phase,

shallowness of my deepness was my ticket
to the land of harmony,

the keeper of all the evil must have opened the doors,
when we were unaware,
and happy,

and then I met you
and my mind went desaturated,
I remember Ivy,
no one else does,
no one has the keys to my precious vault, which I call home,
I carry it everywhere,

I took part in an unfair lottery hosted by the devil,
I walked into the dark tunnel,
and left two months later,

I got good at this vague game called ‘living’,
it’s Hardmode now,

but the Waxing Crescent told me telepathically, there are no losses on the acute horizon
upcoming,

there will be confetti,
biggest party of the decade,
you must be the perfect lover,
you won’t harm me,

I’m independent,
I know it,

after the distance that I’ve crawled it’s clear as the night sky,
all the stars say:

I got this.

**** you,
you’ve never known that feeling of being span around,
until all you see is tiny stars,
your maneuvers never backfired at you with the wind change,
and you played your cards right in casinos, but those in your head,
and all those games you won blind,

but hey - it’s another wind change,
another summer in which I avidly participate,
season of the races,
later January poetry,
written over the black and white filtered paintings,

but I have some sunlight in stock,
on an unused highway leading nowhere,
that’s because I don’t want to share the light with you anymore,
since you are a light source yourself,
and I’m not just yet,

and you’ve gone through winter like it was nothing,
was it full moon or some other type of black magic?

but, as I said - it’s another wind change,
age of millennium,
when dying stars regain lost power,
peaceful aeon,
and the circumnavigation continues,
the next stop is where my sadness was born,
and if you’re the main obstacle again,
then I’m alright,

I’m resistant to the **** you do,

you really want to know why,
you never learn fool,

I’m stronger now.

Charlie,
we’re seven nights away from the apocalypse,
but Malibu is so hot,
I don’t want to leave just yet,
September is peaceful,

I went for a ride to the northern coast of the country,
with Courtney,
I saw too many new faces in that place,
and reflections lead me to this revolutionary thought,
this is not where I belong,

so I went to the city of gain and loss,
carefully between rosebuds,
that somehow grew along the driveway,
I visited your favorite place,

and I know this is not where I belong,

now I try to live a double life,
in the first one I brighten up the eternal night with a candle, out of kerosene,
and in the second one there’s no limits or world boundaries,
the sun is young,
and burning with passion,

I have a passion,
what, everyone’s curious,
I live from morning till evening like in a happy book from the 2000s,
I’m the brighter light,
rarely I get obscured but no force can summon melancholy,
those memories vanished in snow,

in laughter,
an hour away from Laurel,
you picked me up,
and we started a new journey,

I leave my bed every midnight,
find my side car in the lantern light,
park in my second parking spot,
so no one discovers our little secret,

every night,
whole lifetime,
you and I,

God, I feel so high.

The sun won’t go down today,
summertime flows in my veins,
endless like a cup of green tea,
soothing like ocean sounds,
majestic like a wildflower,
this is truly the only way to live,

and I thought:
this is the objective of my life,
keep close what keeps me alive,

the coldness in me left,
but soon it will return to me,
like a boomerang,
like hope,
which I let go, caught and lost again,
but the poetry of my heartbeat is warm enough to keep me safe,
from coldness,
from darkness,
from sadness,
may it be summertime every day,

back to business but without Venus,
you’ve hurt me enough,
back to Hollywood with a new mind:
cleansed,
warm,
and kept alive,

in the warmth of summertime,
pinnacle,
prime,
ground forever stable,
water forever flowing,
greenery forever green,

old menacing forecast turned into a joke,
survival into a game for children,
happiness into casual eternity,
and summertime is forever.

Writing your future into existence is no easy task,
but if you cooperate make sure that you do it right,

it’s three in the morning,
and I’m still at my window,
papers are disarranged all over my room,
it’s not like I love you,
maybe I miss you a tiny bit,
remember our unfinished love story?

but one day you received a letter with a red stamp on it,
your lines were the best,
you got such a huge chance,
to change the world,
in slow dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my pen ran out of ink you were doing all the work for me,
and when my head was empty you were giving me new clues,
you blessed me with blues,
now all we have is ooze,

now it’s seven pm,
and I went straight to the beach,
our sweet romance never made it to the news,
long ago when I loved you,
and I missed you even harder,
when we were writing the best love story,

but one day you received five stars all the way from heaven,
your lines shined so bright,
they outshined NYC lights,
you changed my world,
in free dance,

and if you never left me we could have written the best poem ever,
if you never left the town we could have made a masterpiece,
when my teardrops went dry you made me drop waterfalls,
and when I grasped hope you made it escape like steam,
I clearly recall it all,
I remember every line,

we could have made a revolution,
but you ****** it up.

You hypocrite,
you were talking **** all day and you almost said you love me,
kind of ironic,
because that’s what I wanted to tell you for ages before,

I am what I am,
I’m see-through in my mirror,
which I call the sparkling sextant with the view of the sea,
hidden beauty for V.I.P.,
(that means no one),

you are see-through like glass,
even your brown eyes,

you’re closer to the sun than I am in astronomy,
it has effects honey,
you are who you are and now I know it,
after I said I love you in vain,

whatever,

let me finish what I’ve started in early 2018,
which is enhancing the worst in me,
so I become top tier being,

something you think you are but you’ve never loved someone,
like I loved you,
and you just don’t know

anything.

A colorful life,
something I’ve never known before,
only the shades of blue,
which can get repetitive after a while,
but one day I found you,
and you painted me wholly in yellow,
like the rising sun is
between palm trees in Montana Ave,
Santa Monica sunrise,

you’ve done so many things sweetie,

you replaced the wallpaper on my soul’s walls with a new one,
turning the landscape behind my window into an oil painting,
it’s because of you N.,
you brought new hues into my boring world,

and you know what?

I was wondering lately how would I look like if I were a painting done by you,
I’d probably be writing poetry on my sunbed,
and in the distance there would be the sun going to bed,
but I wouldn’t be gone by moonlight,
I’d maybe bathe in the cool water after dark,
so many places where I would possibly be,
and all those things I would do,

and it all thanks to you.

Oh God,
it hurt like **** when I saw you downtown,
just why,
was I in the right place and the right time?

turns out the finish line can run as agile as you,
you chase,
you race,
you have a goal which keeps going away,
you waste
your time,
but that is fine,
because it’s better to bloom forever,
then become a flower and go dry,
the following day,

I try not to cover the sky with those illusions,
so I go and lie on the beach,
(on three beaches)
and when I’m not,
I wear my earphones in my garden,
Norman ******* Rockwell! is playing,
the sun is descending,
sinking at a pace,
with a purpose,
in style,
just exactly how I live,
how I rip calendar pages off,
thinking how well days go by,
in my forever quiet town,
aside from the city lights,
where I bloom peacefully,
without pursuit,
expecting nothing from tomorrow.

Your warm embrace is the sweetest melody,
a perfect cure for my natural malady,
the desired land,
the lighthouse,
the verve born from being in your hands reach,
be here forever,

keep my photosynthesis going,
you are the softest piano ballad made,
you are the air,
an exotic butterfly,
which I caught with a casual bug net,
on my meadow,
by the lake,

I caught you once,
I won’t lose you easily,
grasping you tightly like you’re all I have,

and I don’t have much on mind lately,
I just daydream,

heaven comes down after sunrise,
on the bigger patio,
oranges,
coffee,
and bread.

What on Earth is happening?
is it a sunrise,
or a sunset?
try to find beauty in this astronomical disaster,
the eclipse ended,
it feels like Sunset,
or not...
it feels like Roswell,

what am I doing?
just trying to stay highly protected from this detrimental radiance,
seven killer shots before I performed my first ever rain dance,
and what are you doing?
absolutely nothing,
because you ceased to exist as a result of my unending prayers,
you’re unknown to me,
like an alien,

you’re the unidentified walking object to my inside dependable radar,
diamond doesn’t shatter apparently,
mine did,
and it’s working,
it feels otherworldly like I am on a different planet in space,
three stars,
no rain,
starlit wasteland named after my savior,
and a poem titled ‘Feels like Roswell’,
this took a bizarre turn,
on the spacial turnpike,
difficulty spike,
caramel flavored life,
distorted lullaby,
Elizabeth’s stare,
rocky land,

distortion in time and vision at once,
my world is upside down,
my sad baby found me,
how?
****, I’ll ask the stars;
meditation leads to war with the shiny archipelago,

the neon pink flamingo,
void I don’t avoid,
New Mexico,
Roswell is real and breathing,

triple sunset,
what on Earth is happening?

a round year has passed and still no sight of you,
i’ve changed my path and picked the shorter avenue,
i died inside but managed to gather some health back,
i dyed my hair blue but this time with a reason,

it’s the past where i want to stay,
moving forward doesn’t equal victory,
it’s here where i want to reside,
healing back could foreshadow oasis,
but not just a single harbinger i’ve been sent,
ended the same way as always,
every call from you that i picked,
ended the same way as always,

so i cut me off,
i set the rules now,
may the summer last forever,
i spread my wings,
after years have passed,
soon maybe i’ll get to fly,

against the wind,

hope is a deceiver of fools very often,

but i have this strange wish to fly,

where no one’s ever been.

just like wave after wave,
the summer went away.

as water flows, i’m changing,
growing and expanding,
like a sapling ready to become a tree,
over the course of a day.

i am back in town,
packed my bags and caught the train,
back to loving you.

traveling down the moonlit passage,
by the bushes,
by the bus stop,
there was a lantern,
travelling through one big meander,
in the darkness,
in my hometown,
i kissed happiness,

and ever since, i’m in a state of mind,
i am levitating,
i am haunting,
i have my purpose,
and ever since, i alter my own world,
with no pressure,
with no difficulty,
i’m feeling happiness.

at the bar,
fireflies fly,
in faint light,
summer is breathing.

some time ago i thought i could write one last poem about you,
but why would i waste time on you,
if i have better things to write about,
like the door to a new world, that i opened recently.

the movie finished baby,
if i don’t move on now,
then i will never move on,
rockwell,
rock well,
been daydreaming in a parallel world on a nonexistent beach,
in roswell,
sipping gently on lemonade served in a fine glass cup,
if you rock then rock well,
suddenly it was the night,
then the day came,
and i was evolving all that time,
i was growing beautifully like an orchid,
but life got boring,
and i realised,
if i don’t stop fearing change now,
then i will never grow fully,

it’s only a matter of time,
every caterpillar turns into a butterfly,

it’s just a matter of time, love.

i will let the waves move me,
like a letter in a bottle,
dedicated to a proper person,
waiting in the destined land,

i will float towards someone,
like an odd papyrus scroll,
someone who can decipher
the writings on my soul,

and push me past the horizon.