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If I was a poet Jan 2018
The w i l d one left the Eden of lies
For she was the painted women
The unapologetic creature of the night
She shackled the spirit
And tore it apart
No trips planned ahead
Nor any reason to return'

So the seed must grow
Regardless the fact that it was planted in stone'
She can hear it's melancholy - l o n g - withdrawing crack

Retreating,
to the breath'

Her first footstep touched a verdant hill
Outvieing all the buds in Flora's diadem
Above the ingrate world and human fears

She nests her abode with the ravens'
Dangling from the edge of skyscrapers
Responsive to sylphs, in the moon beamy air
Past each horizon of fine poesy;

And there; the willing slaves are milling
to and fro
In search of treasure' and gold

And the creation mythmakers float in fabled vessels
laughing and drinking
They seize, and cease and begins' again

And when they were all together
They almost killed each other
Fighting over rights and prides and control'

In the dwellings of this war-surrounded isle;
It's easy to be lethal
But not resting along abandoned at the shorelines
But she did-
She sighed out songs that filled the air'
Past each horizon of fine poesy;
If I was a poet Jan 2018
Baby take a deep breath - and dive' in deep'
You will find me in every dustiest corner of your memories-
Where we were shrouded in mists
Made love under the hot sun all day
And your favorite place was under the cherry trees!
   Those days seems short now-
But the nights now, are much too long..

Hey baby do you remember me?
And every time you were gone?
  Where you left me to quiver
Made me travel through the stars'
And every time you left, the madness grew
You were the only fire that could ignite my dark

From longer before than you know
And for longer than you can remember
The pleasure of the pain - I have endured it all
But hey baby do you remember?

Where we laid beneath the wild stars
Read tales of ancient lovers' in the skylines
And your favorite story was always us'
     Those days seems short now-
But the nights now, are much too long..

Hey baby do you remember me?
And every time you returned?
  Where you were always found by the paranormal pond
Waiting for me silently amidst life's endless dawns
Across the caroling meadows into June
How delightedly, how gladly, you return, yearning

For we are wrapped in endless boundless grace
For there are more to us than yesterday
The world will change - our love - will remain
Hey baby 'you said, we will do it all over again, again

Baby take a deep breath - and dive' in deep'
You will find me in every dustiest corner of your memories-
For you are more than real to me, do you not see?
And I so wish you remembered me, like I, remember thee'
If I was a poet Jan 2018
He's my crazy crazy virgo

He have a wondering-wandering mind
And it's nothing like you can define

     He cannot walk in a straight line'
He rhymes madness
And his paths are divine
Inexplicable
Mystifying
Delicious
Chaotic
He's all the right mix of everything I crave
It's like I made him ^ inside my mind

He looks like serenity in the storm
oh does he taste like winter dew-
His kisses are quite and insane
He makes my decency bid me adieu'
He spelled his truth between my *****
wilderness, wilderness, wilderness
He mentioned them three times'

       And there blew' the very destructive alarm!


From us new poems are born
He tamed the angry sea
He is not for everyone -
He is for me'
If I was a poet Jan 2018
He dared to break the glacial ice
I been building up for centuries

Overflowing it's banks

Savoring, and salivating
He explored my galaxy

And I flooded down like a wild river

From the middle to the edge
We used every corner of the bed
Both of the bed

In glory he sank

I offered no resistance
To his luscious temptations
Gyrating
Vibrating
And calling my name'

I felt his spines and bones
Trembling for more
So densely intense
I melt into it
Then I explode

I cry out in pleasure
I cling to his scent
And we read each other
Like scriptures
Written with stars
Endless
Forevermore

And a day
If I was a poet Jan 2018
When souls which have forgot frivolity
Traveling the expanse of purple panoramas
In lowliness, noting the fatal flights
Lost in the cities;
Lost in the skies
Hither, thither, and masterless
Sanctioned souls condemned and heartless
Lost in the cities;
United by poetry
Like cascading ribbons of thundering waterfalls
That splash alluring forests with leaves in ochre red
Moving as the moon tides, near and near
It's the calibre of the moments that mattered;

Of the two becoming one'
If I was a poet Jan 2018
Most of those poem are written at 4 AM
That's where all the unravished silences belong
When the paper and promises are both meant to burn
Flowing tears of written hopes and woes
As a butterfly’s fluttering coax the flows
Later, past the rapids, I paused to consider
Widening and filling
With a gentle lapping of inlets
And I behold once more
Quietly
There goes-
Again'

My battle with time

Most of those poem are written at 4 AM
It's when I dwell in my creations
My long lost world
In the dim weald of vanished summer
To meet the despair

I laughed in grief under haunted skies
Desolate I strayed
In my clumsy-noisy mind
Watching the dying embers
Amid the freezing night
My angry-tears are gone'
And I behold once more
Quietly
There goes-
Again'

My battle with time

I mourn over reasons
They will never figure out
They doesn't even know what I'm smiling about
My words burns within my lungs
These thoughts are deadly
And with each broken words
Shaking legs
Empty rhythms
I danced'

Most of those poem are written at 4 AM
It's when I take a sip from my devil's cup
It's when I learn to wait for the loneliest of feasts
Of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream

And nothing leads to no happy home
So let me-
So let me mourn alone
Let my heart freezze
I'm an ancient ocean
I could survive anything
And everything
So I behold once more
Raw and raging
There goes-
I'm beyond'

I'm beyond time
If I was a poet Jan 2018
I don't see you with my eyes;

I see you with my eye’
I watch all them question to eerie your insight.
I stare at the glow that illuminates.
And the glare that obscures.
I trusted your light.
I loved your dark.
and it's taking a part of me each gazing juncture.

Are you afraid of what you might find?
Are you stuck inside a maze in your mind?
Let me be the darkness that fills you - despite the looming pain of emptiness.
Let your truth march.
Let your forces ignite.
Let there be destruction, chaos and crumble!
Cause my love, did you not know?
In every life you let go.
I will still be glad to find you,
even if it lasted just for a while.

Every time.
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