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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
 Aug 18 mysterie
Lily
What a bland world
in which i now exist
no longer does he want me
no longer is there need

Oh but what a free world
in which i now exist
no longer do i wonder
much stronger, i persist
the pain of confusing love but the freedom of its death.
 Aug 18 mysterie
lizie
control
 Aug 18 mysterie
lizie
i’ve lost all control.
i cut,
and i hurt,
and i bleed.
 Aug 18 mysterie
daisy
today, i wore my perfume
in case you’d come,
in case you’d hug me
and tuck your head on my neck,
kiss me on my forehead
so i won’t have regrets
—but you never came
i hoped, what a shame.
for my suki na hito
he has no mouth and he must scream
i have a mouth and i must scream
but what for?

was the devil waiting at my door?
was it because the sun will shine no more?
was it because i can’t find the truth of life?
or was I see green as gray, and day as night?

he has no mouth but he must scream
he has a reason to scream
i have my mouth and i can scream
but what am i screaming about?
i have my mouth and i must scream
but i can’t seems to find out why?
 Aug 18 mysterie
Pho
The moon leaves the night
to find the sun,
the sun leaves the day
to find the moon
and I stand in the shadow
they pass between them.
 Aug 18 mysterie
Max Neumann
I became one of you
When I found the corridor of light
I became one of us
Here in the corridor of light

The birds are silent by day
It is the life of night
The life of nights
Born from the cries of birds

Once I burned in blazing fire
My eyes stared like flames
My pointed hair caught fire
In the mirror of amber

Where are all the brothers?
A great flood buried the quarter
While well-mannered, decent people
Deliberated at bright window fronts

The cries of the birds turned to
Sand
The birds flew away
I became one of us
The Cries of the Birds
A world full of greed is not my world.
A world full of hypocrisy is not my world.
A world full of exploitation is not my world.
A world full of oppression is not my world.
A world full of decadence is not my world.
A world full of arrogance is not my world.
A world full of apathy is not my world.
A world full of injustice is not my world.
A world full of ignorance is not my world.
A world full of rot is not my world.
A world like that really makes me sick.
So I let nature to destroy a world like that.


August 2025

By Alvian Eleven
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