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 Feb 2015 Jan Harak
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It was as if the curtains split
And caused these flames to ignite
And the lucid beckoning in your eyes
Glistened fiercely in the light
The smoke threatens to seep in
And though try, it might
Our fire blazes through these shadows
And won't retreat without a fight
I love you.
Subdue
Imerge
Intantations
.
.
No, it is not so complicated!
.
.
An honest
Re-connection
You - a man
Me - a woman
.
.
Living, loving
.
.
Best years!
And
The tallest Thuja Tree
Winks at us there
.
.
So we stop. . .
We breath and look up
In the night sky
.
For
A while
.
.
The World seems Endless
.
.
Three Beats
Veins rhythm
Kiss on a bark


Now, dear reader! - Try to -
Correlate this dreamers shrine
.
With a dark deep ocean
Of your elusive and
Dangerously devouring
Subconsciousness
.
.
Then you might call
Me on a
Phone
.
Perhaps
I won't pick it up!
.
Occupied . . .
Enchanted
By stars up  -  Above!
.
.
We can share hot chocolate
at Old chic Cacao Caffe
.
.
The Orange anime
Angel was served
Water in a paper cup
Made for ice cream rounds
.
A silken coat carresed by strangers
Melting their gazes
Pouring only
Goodness
.
.
And affection
Without a leash
.
.
On a leash by my side
At my knee
Between us
Ears along
The neck
.
White paws of my
Dearest friend . . .
.
.
Running as a speed of light!!
.
.
The Train is Tchwooot
Tchwooooot-ing
.
I have a ruby ring
And white black gloves
With Stripes and
Charming finger
Holes
.
.
Oh, Holmes!
The moon is rising again -
Like inspiration
For your new novel
For another Conundrum
.
.
To solve
.
.
It is quiet in the park
Dark and quiet in the park
~
Charming old Street lamps, Trees and Intimacy of a Night walk
~
That's how long it's been since you died.
I know everyone else stopped counting
long ago because it hurt too much.
But it's still hard to breathe without you.
I don't know how to be without you.
That day, I stopped existing when I found out.
Why did you leave me all alone?
Why didn't you take me with you?
Or stay with me?
We're friends, right?
I know I don't see you often,
but you can tell me anything.
You're such a beautiful person.
I know I never know how to make things better,
but, we're friends... right?

It's okay when you stop answering,
I know you're really busy.
I miss you so much though.
I get nervous, you know.
but, we're friends, right?
...right?
For a friend I'm missing, even though she's so close.
I just want you to be happy.
I cannot forgive myself
for forgiving you.
                                                            ­                         
                                       ­                                                I cannot find a way
                                                             ­                      to look past our mistakes.

                                         I cannot look into
                                             your ice cold eyes.

I cannot forgive myself
for letting you do this
      
                                                                I cannot forgive myself
                                                                   And I cannot forget you.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
Please
Make me feel like
I'm worth something,
Anything at all.
Don't just walk away,
Don't just ignore me.
Don't leave me all alone,
to be nothing in this nothing world.
Sparrow's twitter
From the dawn of
Hearing the hassle of Myna
This morning
Or the Singing Cuckoo
Of yesterday afternoon

Read the language of their time
When they say it certainly
As the Morning
Evenings
Or mid of the Summer noon

Read their body language
When they are sounding
Beside window
Or playing
In the lake water

Draw my attention
But I don't understand
Completely
Assume
It is a pester
Argue with friends
Or by calling the dear
At this time,
We say that the Spring
Or Say any unspoken Dream
Seeking through the Bridge
That breezing over Heart
And The Soul

You invite
The spring comes
But I do not understand
So what are the
Give your tunes
I sorted the words

Whatever may be the tune
Guess again,
Or partial
But they say
We see
Hear
Their songs
Their mother tongue

They pointed out that
Indicates
Each other
To visit the open sky
Afield
Dance with the wind
It also has to
Entertained
Any pain that may be broken
Their heart
Playing a melancholy tune

Which refers to the words
Of their mother
The words
Of the Nature
Realizes that we
But  never try to feel with the heart
/
The Language of Birds
That we have never tried to feel with the heart
/
The shadows of another world,
You've seen it in your nightmares.
Don't believe the mutterings of

It's just a dream.

Dreams are just a real as the waking world,
but so much more dangerous.
Those shadows,
With their glowing, sickly eyes,

They'll haunt you.
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