They , the grass carps eat away the algae of my brooding from the pond of my feelings. Like painters , they paint the blank canvases of my life with unforgettable sweet and beautiful moments by their delicate and innocuous jacose paint brushes.
Tickling me with loads of laughter by their innocuous hilarious acts is their shadow.
Folding the tender age of the two little beauties into my palms for ever is my fantasy and living with their childhood memories shall be my ice cubes on my burning wounds.
a cradle of completion; my rubik's cube slowly becomes faded of colors, frayed of stickers, as a twisting time renders it subtle and scrambled, but unendingly unsolvable —my meaning left muddled on the palms of life
muddled on the palms of life —my meaning left unendingly unsolvable, subtle and scrambled, but as a twisting time renders it faded of colors, frayed of stickers, my rubik's cube slowly becomes a cradle of completion;
Muse aux pieds nus, Pour l 'amour de l 'art Tu acceptes que j'ajuste Ta pointure. Tu chausses du trente-sept et non pas du trente-huit Et je m'exécute Que ma volonté soit faite Ce que Muse veut Dieu le veut Tu t'étends sur le lit de Procuste A même la terre à même le ciel Et tu sens mon parfum brigand Qui te martèle et qui t'allonge Puis qui te rogne Et qui t'attache aux barreaux Capiteux de mon poème. "Et si tu mettais trente-sept et demi Il suffirait d'une demi-semelle ! " As-tu suggéré L'air de rien. J'y ai pensé ! Qu'importe en effet trente-sept ou trente-huit !
Mais en poésie tout est aussi mathématique Sinus cosinus tangente et logarithme cube racine carrée carré Or trente-sept, même s'il est nombre premier cubain et non brésilien n'est multiple de rien et surtout pas de huit. Et trente-huit, s 'il n 'est ni premier ni parfait , Est de la race des nombres composés brésiliens puisque trente-huit vaut vingt-deux en base 18 .
He put his heart on the poker table ‘he’s all in’ his face grim and unquavering, he thinks he’s able but the cards are stacked against him he plays all moves but the joker beleaguers his fingers they use his mind as a bullet practice board wearing their bullet proof vest so they’re well protected He’d been on a scorching quest for disaster was given a tepid glass of love in return
They said his heart was a Rubik’s cube in a Swiss bank so he pulled the funds out took the risk rather than being a ******* He spends his heart on love, he realises its like a cigarette loaded with regret rather than nicotine so he took a cue, formed his heart back to a Rubik’s cube and put in a Swiss bank in the maze house
it's blue where the robins lay their eggs so the eggs themselves are blue; the nest, not being blue, can only long to become a comrade of the grass again. the grass is something only wishing to be cut, the lawnmower only wishes to be fueled (by what?) and worms find themselves through the pores of the skin of the flaky earth below. rigidity is a form of division that splits apart no self but others only.