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Arianna Mar 6
Statues tower
on rocks and water,
passion plays
paralyzed
scene by scene
in a disjointed tragedy between gods and men.

Saints and sinners alike
turned to stone.

I am

alone

tonight

in this theatre
of virtue and vice

Eyes fixed
on grey
anguished eyes
transfixed
upon
some moment in Time,

frozen in suspense,
motionless.
Inspired by the beautiful statues of saints flanking the bridge. :-) Often while walking along, I imagine how it would be if the statues adorning the architecture here came to life... On this particular bridge, I always stop and admire the way the light hits the statues' forms at night: sharp and dramatic, like a spotlight on their "scene" in history and spiritual consciousness. Crazy to think that the heads of executed political dissidents were once displayed before the bridge tower nearby...

Claudio Monteverdi - "Vespro Della Beata Vergine, Part IX":
https://youtu.be/TbBRub-rlms
Julie Smith Feb 14
You make a girl realize that a man can actually care
And not everything in love is truth or dare
I could talk with you until forever
You make me feel like someone special
Thank you ♥️T
Julie Smith Jan 20
You're a mystery wrapped in a riddle
Next time we'll have to meet in the middle
Because you are more than a dream
You paint me red, gold and green

Some people add to your scars
Others they come and go
But you make me glow
Because you're a sky full of stars

You could break a heart of steel
By not showing what you feel
But you told me what we could become
And I'm made of Titanium
Thank you ♥️ 10/16/2018 - 10/21/2018
Tyko Say May 2018
There are people everywhere
doing things & discussing things. As many
of these thoughts, now and eventually,
will tell me--something is happening
which is not happening at all

You're grey everywhere the light touches
& only the music of your sympathy is
a rainbow, and only your symphony is
composed of empathy

The letters of your name play
a song together to create your unique
reflection of light, a rainbow
which illuminates your calmness, our
communal aptitude to share a holistic
love for the dark parts of it all
We are the symphony playing in this choir; we are the audience we play for; we are the instruments and the ears in the spotlight, in the shadows of it all.
I dream
how her morning nakedness
overshadows the depth of old plants
and how her tears of joy twinkle
at the edge of my deluge

I forget
how in a gray black past
my pillow was wet with tears
and I kissed it because I could not expect
ever to embrace someone like her

I honour
forever how I found her
the pearl  in a sea full of mines
and how she quenched my sadness
as if it had been hers for many years

I cherish
how on a late day in June
on an ancient brigde in Prague
I asked for her hand and how her eyes filled up
with the light that keeps me warm

I hope
she will stay
wrote this one just now, two days after I asked my girlfriend to marry me
Adasyev Nov 2015
Dark flows down to the street's pools
The blotting paper of sky in grey
has imprints of cyclamen roses
Right there on the street they are lynching
with a welding torch the rests
of this night I have spent with a walk
to assure myself that I live still
Maybe this is the morning
that will give an amnesty
to all the time barred loves
from Stop-time (published 1969)
Adasyev Nov 2015
Water is reeked with nicotine
The souls are reeked with Ginsberg
but the heads and the thoughts have both pungent smell like
hot rooster comb flowers
I slept last time the day before yesterday
I saw the ****** Mary so beautiful
in that glow of blue & gold
                                           neons of Bethlehem
thumbing a lift near a cadillac with CD plate
& the jazz was caroling in wet sand
there were twelve bars in the honour of that boy
who has to come here one day finally, ****
he has to come just for jamming in this world
as it's said he could /!/ get all that mess of ours
off ourselves gentlemanly playing the part.
From Stop-time (published 1969)
Priya Devi Oct 2015
The pale morning will sing of our forgotten things,
Left in hostel rooms,
reservations made for 3.

We sat amongst the rooftops of Prague,
while the city reached for it's sky
and scraped the clouds
and strained it's structure,
built on top of itself,
overflowing with countless nameless people from it's brims.

And we sat amongst the rooftops.

Watching the sun change it's mood,
Watching as it tired from it's burning persistence,
Watching it paint the sky with it's own paradox,
Blue to pink to purple to dead.
The solar system above
reflecting the solar system of the city.
The way the warm nights allowed us to finally breathe.

And we sat amongst the rooftops.

Repairing the damage of the strain on our souls,
Too young to attempt to take on the world,
too old to walk the beaten hometown streets for yet another summer.

Starving,
exhilarated,
no cash in our pockets but feeling richer than queens.
We tracked the route on a torn map we stole and defaced from the school library,
on which we had planned our freedom,
running hand in hand from the chaos of our mundane
plotted out our new testiments, our own brand new stories,
our old lives could not see
or touch
or ruin this

for this was ours only.

And we sat amongst the rooftops.

Drowning in life.

And listened to this song.

Because nothing else would quite capture the moment as precisely
As an acoustic lions roar.
Based on 'Lions Roar' by First Aid Kit
Martin Narrod May 2014
The likes of you I can't describe,
Yet I love to eat between your thighs.
The melody you spake to me
Unfolds my greatest sovereignty.
I crave to quaff all of your spit,
And swallow every drop of it.
Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh,
Those bare and supple ****** *******,
Your eyes that follow my firm gaze,
While we kiss and lick and misbehave.
I need to feel each piece of skin,
Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again.
It's such a treat to eat you whole;
I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
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