_

And i fall to bed embraces
And sink into seas
These
I create with
My own eyes

**** me
The navel of the world
Many things have been
Stumbled on upon too
On a search for that
Home of land
An island treaty
Many things, magic,
a witchcraft, stabbings
(That is stabbing an décéde
Deceased already)
Wet cracks,


My el shové
You are like
      an ether
Both,
And as a soil
To me
You still (are like a)
Ground me
& Forever will be
_

My life is life
Of itaka's philosophy
Go repeat "carpe diem"
A semantic satiation
Till it slips
Lips numb
Salvatore
Bite dry wine
Till You realize
it's vapors become
A drifted memory

Fogged mirrors and dust
In which roads are seen
and wet stars


Words
be like pawns
in psyche
Playin' dazed
for days
Checkmate, Soulmate


_

Just walk around 'n
Trying to break peoples'
    Secrets

Break life's secrets
Break in
Through eyes
I found Your hair on me
But
I've no broken mine
My fingers been
Runnin' out
Of dye


and don't know yet, whether
i trust these gypsy hag
street prophets or not
S he ' s s h o t
Here's shot
Flip the finger

_

I see You in bottles,
Each one of a different scent
-colorful, glowing vapors
  in shapes of smoke
I know You.

_
"A-639"


   How does it (feel) to
     Hide the pictures
  Under pillow
                          head or shelf
  I know how, to frame
  That feel

              ☪

For now on black,
Back in closed flow
Good to feel them
Again,
Shiver on our inner skin
it clears, sky of dark
And the stars show
are really nice

   Take her hand
         Roll
     a dice

In dream cave
There is a bleak
Memory of
Wine's taste
Italian hunter soul
But as shown they
all may be faded,
Still there though

Vibrate in mellow glow
One reaps things
He once sow

It's high time for
Bizzare prophecies that
Are not mine but may
Be seized & be mine

I translate them blindly
from shivers and vibrations.


   Them ******' adlibs.

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There's this thing with hope,
When it lives, everything may live,
But when it dies everything must die.
Everything but that distinct sensation of freedom, like a dawn sneaking in a clever way.
That, especially coupled with love settling down, it feels like a drug fading, wearing off, like a soap foam coming off ones eyes.
Hope dying felt really like pup dying on Your lap.