Consuming the uplifting beats
Produced by Killer Whales.

Casting lures in the Arctic Ocean,
Considering and contemplating.

Drinking a few cups of tea,
60 days without toxins,
Eating a few sparks of air,

Denying the soft memories
Guarding a sudden breeze
Exterminating the rancid conversation,
Painting blurry images of you
Harmonizing dead ends.

Undead thoughts breaching
The conclusions.

Alone, we both are,
Sitting patiently,
Waving white flags.

My mentality has reached capacity,
I’m looking for you, always.

An endless walk,
Is on my agenda.

I have the solution for us.

“Let’s just stand here for a moment and stare at the moon.”

I shouldn’t have eyes for you,
What ripples do you cast?

I would describe you in 100 words,
A sempiternal love elixir isn’t necessary,
I would hold the umbrella because your dry palms deserve to be held in my hand.

We could live nearby a lagoon,
The petrichor would be perpetual.  
In the off seasons we could migrate to a bungalow,
The mellifluous of the wooded area would strengthen your leisure time.
During our elder years we could rest our days away in a lighthouse,
The scenic view of the offing would be the denouement.  

Revamping the future is the main goal.

Don’t act demure around me,
Be you around me.

Soon, I will susurrus “I love you.”

Attachment to anything is bad karma.
Naked in the winter.

One must wait for a solar eclipse.
One must not sweep out ants
One must not expect,

The exit sign instigates the young lady.
Asceticism surrounds the skyline
Releasing waves of regrets
For all to borrow, but only should one commit to self-control.

The database system
Functions off The 5-Human Senses

As you see
I hear you,


Millions racing over
Raindrops

Singles,
Doubles,

          "Ctrl z my dreams."

Demons praying for the
          "Golden Truth"


The hopeless will always triumph.

A little *** and spirit
Make days tighter



Easier moments
   dense air




Heartful silence
Islands hosing negative measurements



Singing folk tales

Faded in vocabulary
Only she could understand

I have never seen such flawless cursive handwriting
From a being who loved Roman history

She matched accordingly to a color wheel
But her hair was drawn from an artist who has yet to reach land  

Her more attractive doppelganger floated by
Cautiously spreading rumors about her twin.

I kept in close quarters preparing for potential on the rise.

This poem has taken seconds upon seconds.