Maria Mitea

Maria Mitea Jan 2023

i close my eyes
to see you i close my eyes,
the world suddenly is leaving
entirely
is leaving, of its  own accord, is leaving,
    is falling like an eyelid, tired
on the keys of a piano, the stillness of the morning covers us,  white
white,
bleached by the winter, waiting for the pious sound,
waiting
for the snowdrops to bloom

Jan 2023

irinia

maybe

maybe the earth knows or
the body knows first
what he or she dares
immersed in sunsets
and adverbs
lions make themselves
prey in blue windows
outside the fle/ash of words
the verbs of the world
inside a shepherd whistles
a love song
to the sweetness of grass

#life

Jan 2023

irinia

every morning

each morning bird watching
is a silent meditation
I have pigeons sparrows seagulls
megpies in my gaze
their delight of falling
makes me smile
I watch them teaching their wings
for each day
picking up the debris of sleep
spinning around each other
they start cheerful conversations
about the taste of the air
steal crumbs of wonder
from each other
a woodpacker comes
from time to time
its red stain is fun
none of them travel to you
they get round and round
wayching out
their own flight

#birds #flight #joy #wonder #morning

Jan 2023

irinia

what

we are left here
enchanted but unable
so disabled to
recognize
the wormholes
this paradox
is it the most misterious
they don't say
but
the moment
I become
words
I die in all letters
at once
I dissapear from
the impossibility
of prethought
curved into a field of longing
most inner of language
so the moment
my words enrage you
bemuse you
or make you wanna run
I am alive again
in your coffe
or in a jacaranda
far away

life is a beautiful mess
everybody is afraid
to say
wholeness an antiword,
they don't mind,
the mastery
of a waking U
so poetry
is reality
in a language
we don't understand

what becomes of me
we will see

#life #poetry #mistery

Maria Mitea Jan 2023

in the castle of poetry

you write and write until you take off onto your own orbit to await your birth,
death,
or love
- face your gods,
obey like a blind man & say your prayer:
thank you, God, thank you for being so good to me
and blessing me with a certain degree of forgetfulness & ignorance

#maria #mitea #poetry #agata #cristi

Jan 2023

Travis Green

Bold Ghetto Soul

Your lustrous monstrous untouchableness
Has me lost in your lekker luminous lovingness
Your effusive smooth movingness
Your brilliant enchanting takingness commands me
Apprehends and entrances me
Exhilarates and motivates me

I lapse into your everlasting magical savageness
Where your incessant incandescent incredibleness
Leaves me flabbergasted
Entrapped in your vast extraordinary rareness
I love the way you stare at my gaytasticness

The way you smell so supremely sensual
So delicious, rich, and ****
So mouth-filling, pleasing, and tempting
A legendary high-quality dish
That fulfills and whips my system

Silken shimmering skin
Peachy passionate pink lips
Charming and sparkling eyes
Full, flawless, and macho beard
Sinfully succulent and expressive gent
A perfect treasure to cherish

Edible and sexible flex to respect
Lustful, licentious pleasure lover
A honeyed crunk confection
You hold me spellbound
So hung up on your bold ghetto soul