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Anguished lavish
laureates has driven
me slightly mad

tangerine lemon rounds

Erudites of oolong parties
flying on the wreckages
of forgotten sideral castles

ice cubes crushed in the psychadelia

Nuances of never tomorrows,
slicky dew drops
glistening
jadded wells of deep thoughts
callin'
green algae lakes
emerging

Pale planes oozing
silvery Neptune forks
n'waves flyin'from above

witchery wands in love with wondrous comets

Thou sparkling dispersive
master machine mind
feedin' on
oak wooden spoons
tightly, tenderly
sippin'
magnified tinder
from thy glances

daemons of thy unconsciousness breathing

me *******
flow and ebb
thou chest ebb
and flows

bonvivants bountyful beams

The inflamable black
powder burnin'
to take off
like a swift rocket
like a swell day's
endless delight

The gold
The pink
The brave new horizons


Openin' grunges and volcanic
desires
pinnin' lovers, gluein' them to-
gether in a desperate gloom
of unforgiven erotica

And The Poems
who make you tremble
as a luscious cream on the top
of Thou Vicious Beauty

*fenderstrater jaguars silent roar
My agent for apeiron appeared standing
In classical grey coat stopping me by one
Palm reaching toward ninth heaven nine

Such is the gaze poetics, astonished thing
From the shinny reawoken dynastic ring
From my mind I call you on n' on dreamy
My uncatchable personal erudites library

Many thorough smiles unchaining liberty
Of bridges forms n' our humming colours

Above erased reliefs, wave waters mistery
Have Always loved you. . .
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
I is for the intonations
Invitingly as human
Imagine our imperfections' illusory connotation
As derivative as medications
For dreamless infarctions
I is unimportant as the quarks
Our atomic precipices
Sleep hence frightening
Mad unrestlessness
I is for irksome individuality
Askance and inhumane
In conclaves of murderous murmurs of erudites
Godly Invictus convictus
Power Interest can't reverse dust
Indivisible I
Is for interference,
Incarcerated indemnity
Futility of cages.
I the innerchild rages,
The living planet ablaze
Heaven lost in ashes
A maze of biblical haze
I is for indifferent
Intoxicated in ****** traipsing
Lost to immovable beliefs
Ashes of illusions
Masters of dust.
I is for the inexplicable
Imperfect human love.
Indivisible.
In who's god to trust,
Soul sucker preacher?
I is for illuminations
Truth as teacher.
Light life proven
Man still individual
Dangerous a shrewd
Creature.
Vaccinate bad teachers,
Pledge allegiance to the truth.
We all learn --life is our school
Don't hurry back, it's not safe.
brandon nagley May 2015
I choose one man hath not marked, a
Prolific being in attire,
A woman of fire and dying spirit,
As me I request!!!

No stricture must I needeth,
Just one that speaketh of ages own wisdom,
A memorandum in finer detail!
Imprisoned in daisies and ale!!!!

A conundrum prize I want to unravel,
As she figures out mine best parts,
Ourn surgeon's to place our hearts,
Side by side in sterile concentration!!!

Nothing disinterested, just mavericks of axiom lax,
Where are bones make maps to lead us to the undiscovered!!!
A father to make a mother,
With child doest I seek!!!

For can I only speak?
For me that is...

Hopeless romantic art thou dead?
To the world's devilish charm,
For you've been tractable Soo far,
Yet nothing's changed!!!

Break mine chains,
Fecund capricious,
I'll accolade thy nitches,
As a seal of promise would I splendor!!!

I do not wanteth one to brook me,
But to shake me to this lowly downed core,
To feel her in every pour,
As erudites we shall shape shift!!!!

Evanescent I've found is reality!!!!
Aditya Roy  Jun 2019
Felicity
Aditya Roy Jun 2019
Erudites have long wondered how civilization spread through
This oasis where you lie in your solitude
Going around the same old allegory
That you tread upon in some shadow
Books hide those shadowed thoughts
Luckily I can see through you
And the rain came again and washed away
The stars came upon me like a comet
For personal reasons, the photographs didn't exist
At least, not to my knowledge
Apotropaic I could see the scars she hid behind, From the demons that took her soul. She wore her troubled past upon her marred soul

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