#alin2014
only today
on my way
I found a flower
flower of the wind
white…
Picked it up
slowly
looked through
to connect
almost transparent
made a wish
in silence
then blew it…
to you
time stopped there
for me.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Let you go now
after weeks of insomnia
cause you've got a heart at last
hope it brings joy for a while -
my aftertaste...like:
'Oh the sweet bitterness I truly zest'
the wind talks wisdom today
so Let's just Hooray!
'maybe a heart kills but dies not.
Celebrate it grow 'n it will immortalize'
for A heart worth dreaming about
I shalll wait.
a thruway Along the lightyears of ages
until you'll arrive.
Arrive at where we’ve first met
t'ween the Dead Ringer Gate
One of good and one of bad.
and be sure it’s not gonna be a next life this time!
We will head on hand in hand along a secret path back home
so...until then
I remain
with Love
A
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
AiaiaiAI!
I broke the bads ****
beyond the saddened eyes of a Notorious Funkyman
As if me were you
just to catch an incognito glimpse of you
Oh how I wish that'd stayed a joke in town
haven’t ******* like a bird on my head n convert me to a punk
cannot turn't back
such an irrelevant inconvenient run
was dark dark
dark brown
beyond the thickening curtains shattering gossipers
at hours before the break of dawn
I don't do with tarot cards
my heart longing burning for your mirage
allows me not visualize
truth as is cruel
so I blow a puff
high tigh tight yotabye
n bluff you up
only how I wish was that a dream now but no man
t was no funky man
although with a funkyman
was so bad bad
and I!
after
as bad as you can be in hearts
and still me is so good in dance
nobody could score us! ...Once we have had fans.
Read you thru the minds if not hearts and broke it open now!
saw yours was not true talkin to me
although remains so lovingly
eyes with glittery in memory
as sad as it can be
if you not yourself convert it later on to … jokingly
I say ... like you
keep this a secret itsmak for luck only
then I knew what you meant...
then I saw what you saw...when you looked at me
I looked at him not with fake eyes of you oh love me true
and said Goodbye.
ie rolls a colorful bead - its a gift
with a who knows what future brings
me nodding agreeably
for the phrase only
Nay its neither for you nor ie
future a farewell at most
to include you both
and me
and I promise me
never I break hearts by puffs again
will stick to tarot cards
keep tis a hard learned lesson past
where heart allows
if not minds.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
just a poem it was
A poem of love at most!
in the form of
a flower,
a rainbow,
a bird ,
a tune,
a word ,
a picture
*
Some came in written
in technological terms
Some quantized
as futuristic incense
*
You have sensed it all
the untold
Even long before my say
*
Not ‘the all’ go though
through
You know … once you can close yourself,
set a fence…
*
but in that latter case
although you may have done your best
to shut these gates
It seems they have reached premises against
without my knowing
aethēr so lucid does trespass
once built an absolute bridge through souls of equivalent selves.
*
Each n every time is mine a hopeless cry to make you furious ?
A touch at the physical and meta-physical to eventually develop anti-sense?
*
Naturally so easy
As you reside at an exact opposite side of me
*
Angered n equally frustrated
in rage of a momentous burst
You sell my identity
<Intimately-shared-digital>
to a dreadfully operating net-entity
and target me as if to spears
oh how that really hurts
maybe you wished so
but no not really
*
a boomerang brings in a rhyme
of a thoughtless action
returns it to the center of a rotating spiral
where you stand
the exact opposite end
*
I won’t allow though
You to frown
this way you learned to simmer n cool down
became a clown of your own ghost town
as we’re entangled beings
already since sometime
*
so let me just also have fun
Instead of you- bring me down
On the competing wheel game of up n down
Oh no there we sit not anymore!
*
Realize to have targeted a wrong one
Once it is so much alike an opposing side or a town or a crown
Of you and both eventually you!
So wonder in sane what did I do
And put a SPAM mask on
To warn me through
and clearly do as if you were one of them:
an Intellect-Deficient-Agent scam.
*
So let me just P.S. a burp here now
Haven’t learned to develop gallstones of anger to compete thyn
but joy at most with a parasympathetic smile
Take it as a blessing if you like or a teasing
that she has you loved so without your willing
and equally convert it to a bile.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
wishes fall as
a piece of pink rock
with a heart
to a mountain lake
Hey the ripple
shake and slap and break
the reflection of an untouched land
create a tunnel
of truth
an absolute audibility
to the spirit of the identical
they reside at both ends
and create a whirl of universal secrets
secrets to those
That Are
so that
They can Be
and restore it back
back to the ripless beauty.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Time proposes to Now
Now refuses
Time protests "Oh! What Now? What Now?"
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Beauty of truth he says
Beauty of truth she replies
And they make some
Some to become One
or None.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
I look at the mirror worried and she whispers affectionately:
"doesn’t matter nobody knows!"
But I just sigh and cry then reply:
" but you....You know...!"
and that makes a difference at once
she instantaneously dies
Oh she loved me so!
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
For once I have known what it means to be at now and be only now.
For once I appreciated a cobweb on my face at tree level as a sign of my life.
Something that used to be so scary converted to confirmations of existence just.
Oh the fright be a torchlight and yes I have made it indeed or died.
...
Is that maybe why I feel so high sometimes?
Cannot use my eyes?
Does eating coconut help for some gravity?
My body said to do so recently.
...
but so anyway I have good news :
that ongoing heartache is gone now :)
So wipe off your care about my worrisome insomnia.
...
And guess what!
Apparently I owe my new health to your new affair!
After I rang your ‘concept of friendship’ bell,
unattended highs dropped ties deep down a steep mountain valley.
Amended a past blasphemy to praise your love only.
It's like a heart delivery after halved one's compulsory adversity.
...
and there I left you under a pine tree
observing me as if ******
Shine now you the one facing the sun at dawn
beyond that steep valley
where once we danced arm in arm
in laughter and joy and purity
but I slipped -
slipped down left
towards a darkness lit by mourners’ prayers
was that really a dream?
or have you once again saved my life?
...
so listen, listen now peacefully to the song of the stream running beneath.
Make that water sound like my spirit
and let me go back to my exile land.
...
A cow said don't worry he will be happy
Radio said don’t you forget about me
and I wept
a riverfall of farewell
but NO I cannot take you with me this time
but ditch you to purity
so call it home if you like and be me
as we have always been since eternity.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
my first steepest path of no return was just before a gorgeous mountain sunset.
a step by step ascending lesson of life and death executes a subconscious mantra in the head.
“let this trail cleanse the left!”
“oh you don’t even know what you wish for” a fallen rock said.
Dangers of naivety soon to become an inconvincible dance
arm in arm with a serpent deep down curling along a 50 minutes line.
What if it would be dark before reach?
No you don’t think that!
You don’t think anything there is not time for.
Make your each step the first full one and the last.
Questioning too is undone by each:
don’t look left, don’t look right, don’t look backs
stand upright, hurry not and move aheads.
He says stand upright ******
and I repeat
Every word that he says
I repeat.
Stand
I say,
I will,
will stand now again...
Making my sound a guide as if a movie or a dream but none,
it’s for real this time.
Haven’t known sound could have such firing power,
it ‘s a conversion factor,
converts illusive threat jokingly to harsh reality.
Joking helps at moments as such of black and white,
brings in awareness by memorial color
and attention.
Oh If I have ever known have I dared to walk that path?
I presumably would have said: Hey you keep the faith, move ahead,
get slapped by the mountain for a chick tattoo on your forehead.”
or have I maybe known but hushed up by innocence?
... to be granted a new life as if a test!
Is that maybe why two horses heartily blessed me goodbye
after a cup of soup on a traveler’s inn and grounded my burning anxiety?
Life asks to shut the mind, switch off the emotion
Death requires the fantasy of the fright:
a slippery byproduct from the left or the right side.
maybe I play a trick on me
Unless he said ... unless you can cross the death.
but happy I am, happy now I did it I say, happy because I am alive I say
and these are mouthful of blubber just!
We both know it had to be done.
A prerequisite to undone a past is no choice and always comes in with a test.
Call it an initiation’s necessity – an immunization so blood knows how to fight
but also invites by incarnating the next - when once vaccinated ...
I say let the following be a goddess by the name of Grace
such as is a glimpse of a yellow flower on my thoughtless way
78 degrees to the eye but perception marks its true coordinates
once a priceless confidence is granted through her sudden appearance
she says :
the mountain knows you
trust it so be it then you will see
without depending on your eyes
it is a curly, tunnel like track beneath the crown
light shines through on a straight line
illuminates sides of the caves
all at a moment of now
you shall see whichever path is the truth paved for you only
I am mute since then peacefully empty inside
silent, different, high
as if a part of me stayed at heavenly heights to endlessly be irrigated
I accept
without bringing in past emotions to fill the gap
no I fright not anymore not to have frights or ties
a memory is lost and let me be empty inside
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
I bought a real nutcracker today.
A fine shiny black truly cool looking one!
Each crack compliments to a dandy vintage lad's imaginary home TV shopper Ad.
Saying‘It's guaranteed! Hundred percent of mechanosensory reception!’
I try to convince myself between time stretching
‘Yes or No’s and ‘Just use stones’
‘Come on you've deserved it!’
‘Why bother?’
You have been craving for each
Tried and tested any,
same as so many
even from a hard peach.
So why not!? Keep it! – as if a testimony, from tough to juicy mimicking fruity blending **** seduced by crunchy mouth twisting *****
Digested from special yearly events to monthly justifications then weekly to daily and surprisingly after dinner, before breakfast, as brunch or even a whole meal sometimes.
You gnaw like a small rodent layer by layer cute but so tight although he says that’s alright.
Dashing trunks as if a woodpecker,
Stealing home reserved only-for-the-pet’s crumbs and
Finally receiving next day’s well deserved belly cramps.
Come on you almost broke your teeth during your worldwide exploring different types of shell husking trip.
Feel blessed now one time for goddess’ sake that she winks and tweaks my lips while it creaks, festively announces your recent find that nuts you shall eat raw only - neither baked nor from a sinfully roasted ready packed plastic bag.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
sometimes you are with me when I bike
right in the middle of my eyes
you look through
as if recreating tides
sometimes you rise
stretch my tailbone
cross my neck all along
and silently whisper love and hate words
until you painfully adjust yourself towards a subtle opening
hidden under a golden crown
you tie us by secret subtle lines
as if a puppet-pendulum
anchored to a bluish-green star
somewhere far away
as far as a single jump-rope swing
which I may call home sometime
is that why you send me signs
while I listen
like that lady bird today …
perfectly matching to the colors of an eloquent orange brown pottery
by which geishas serve
a ceremonial rice bowl the labels tell
exhibited behind glass only
my silhouette
reflected in dim lights
becomes a dance of invisibility
hiding teardrops
along a museum corridor
covered with cherry blossoms
I ignore I say all the stupid signs
continue a play
with the luck bug
alight on my right side
observe its dotted natural beauty
forget all there is around me
oh yes she knows me
I farewell her over a giant photograph of a well respected lady
make it a living part of her brooch and dream away
if - maybe she’d be me
some lifetime ago
and you the lover
of our lingering sad story…
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
I live alone
in a room
my only friend
a rock plant.
*
A vase made of sighs,
converts **** non-audible AIs
to an unknown hymn,
replaces a half broken arm.
or was that a dream
during a harvest time?
or was that a gift
from a dear one?
*
I live alone
beside a window under skies
in a vase
made of colorful spots
my only friend
a girl
meditates in the room somewhere.
*
She, my sole flower
is a shape of a pink heart.
Her subtle transparent edge
glows my petal of gleam,
filters a beam,
and makes a rainbow kite.
*
My leaves, center her single dream,
carry a code of a parabolic green.
*
At dawn, she sings a love song,
invites all the blues of skies.
At dusk, she migrates them towards tones of nights.
A dot sinks within the brightests of stars
and finally
into my heart of hearts.
*
She collects then pure droplets
from a precipitating river - crossing unknown realms
in which of each
every season
a silver moon blossoms
to reflect a blue-green star,
she ultimately waits for:
‘That one!’ she shouts
deepening her pinks,
beating rapidly,
shaking my photosynthetic organs
‘There... we come from!
from the dancing, shapeshifter one!’
She, my only friend is a dreamer for none.
A dream of dreams about an unknown realm.
A girl with big words,
‘Someday’ she says ‘Someday,
when we be one as a timeless time but
I hold a key of Now from you for now
as much as I am of you,
Love will be a technology then for all - as is
then we be of love and One’.
‘but for now’ I say ‘for now’
‘at least, be my only one’
and I dream…
dream about a shape of the moment of that very someday
when she finally understands
and ‘yes that blessed someday’ I say,
and as usual nod and tune my stem.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
you were fire in my dream
fire made of color
I say fire but don't know really
maybe you were color looking like fire
dancing in a space
changing shapes
perpetually
it looked like dancing to me
but it was more of a performing an unknown reality
I watched you from afar
A far as near as half of me
static and icy
sitting maybe
but also performing a duty
as if
hmmm
cannot tell what really
more than the awareness about our compulsory duality.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
That dark patterned line
crossing straight the moon,
centering the frozen sphere-gate
of a misty autumn night-sky,
is not a cloud to sink down on only
and float subtly for a while
< so I can feel the aura of your skin mixing with the mine >
but it is also a five line staff
and tells me an aurally perceived absolute secret so that ,
through my hearing ,
you will
rise,
glide,
twirl
and cross
other lines,
tune my gaze
and engrave a mystic score beyond your shine,
plant each of ‘you’s,
note by note,
in ones, halves, fourths, eighths , sixteenths and ‘pi’s
in the heart of each
<beyond the clouds away from my reach>
twinkling star
so that anyone that could look up with a heart,
<maybe on a clear night sky>
would see a commencing song-
singing the dance of an ever weaving light-story
visible to those eyes with a knowing only that
<the knowing about a wish is
a wish that shall eternally be kept a secret>
has the enlightening technology to recreate a reflecting galaxy
with an authentic memory
that expands infinitesimally
<which we in our terms would say it expands by love
but in truth would not really know how
unless the terms are lost and we have got no time except to > - be now-
be now
be now with me now
and now and only now
be now and with me now
and only now and now
Would you come and meet me then?
there?
but I don’t know where… just there?
wherever all these sky lookers are
and be one of them, again ? as we did once– on a terrace
one summer night, we watched our own story under stars, among crowds while I asked for your light and you kissed me awake for eternity and so
would you let me kiss you this time - one more time
just for the last time and forget that eternity eternally this time?
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
I cycle to make a safe place today
only for you and I
My Love
a place thoughts daren’t trespass
cause a thought of you would **** you
My Love
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
dream a dream
my Love a dream
I love that dream
but
dream is dream
and
dream stay a dream
cause
I love to dream
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
come on! put on your fancy pants!
you say, there's honey on my hands
or was that - was that …
your aaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss!?
crunching fallen leaves -
looking for a guitar now.
oh no rush- no hurry
hush you the breeze
play a cool theme of color
leftover of summer
like an orange or green red blue yellow and serene
walking on your side
with my fancy hat - glittery in the head
on a spacey -gorgeous roadside
under a fall's sunlight
oh looking for a guitar now
that plays the tune of a magnolia tree
oh dream catch me - rays of the blossoming tree
just for me, for me, for the flowerless me
cause I continue singing for you
oh for you, for you, only for you.
but here it comes again
dim lights - before dusk or dawn
through the kitchen window,
as a shadowy side line
no, no, it’s not inviting the pasts ghosts for supper,
not so scary - not sorry- not to suffer,
not so moody anymore,
it’s gonna be fun! just fun!
we're gonna have pasta with broccoli
after chocolate and petting the *****
hey where are you hiding kitty!?!
come on out! - tune in to our song
oh where are you
come on out now
Lolaaaaaaaaaaa
la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
I am sitting here with you
sipping a cup of coffee alone
how interesting to save energy and space like that
using one body what used to be just mine.
how contemplative peaceful aware and full of wisdom we are together
as I could be on my own before my fall
a fall - a period
equivalent to intervals of states of innocence
after the fetal and before the restored one.
communicative is the body in creative balance
walking on a line of harmony
beyond a metropolitan valley
because it can afford derived fun
so to create surroundings by dance
so to create matter.
speaking under the dimness of a warm bright yellow kitchen light
its morning with you now alone
I made a thyme bread for us not to eat if you don't want to but to awaken divination
the suggestion of taste by smell
the act of cooking
to trigger a required natural physical reaction
imagine.
I serve it beside the coffee as dry bread
maybe not for us but for the birds outside
as if it matters: the I - the you or the birds
one sips - the other beaks
and the rays of universe weave
that's all about it I guess
this way we broadcast our mute to us- never heard by us - laughter through a November mist towards a galaxy where families live and can receive ours' as a synaesthesized pulse and can learn from - the way to become happy not like us but as a cause of ours'
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
missed Letters :
A B C D F G H I J K M
N P Q R S T U W X Y Z
correct Letters =
_ _ _ _
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Fume of the mystic air
flows to create
an invisible lodge
a harmonic rhythm
of knowing the other.
Sanctuary of Love
shelters the Kiss.
Received touch
makes up
points of Desire
as flesh and blood
from the etheric.
She,
A fluid transparency
made of interchangeable
unique crystalline particles
of unseen color,
Reflects
an indefinable atomic structure
Draws contours of a body
that subtly shapes along the kiss.
‘Kiss me’
is a thankful whisper
‘Play me to a oneness’
gratifies the breath
along her neck,
lips, forehead
and knees
an anechoic chamber of limpid breeze
rectifying bliss
an irrefutable awareness of joy
a gifted Unity
an honored desire
She feels the
colors of zephyr and without visualizing
grows into the derived equivalence
of emerging pinks or jutting greens
she is destined to remain as invisible as
his’… not owned - not reserved
interdependency
‘nothing stays nowhere
a thing is not received if you are not there
A blessing of the moment is everywhere
you are drawn to where and what you truly were’
As the body gets formed
miracle gets real
As miracle gets real
the body gets formed
and mutates
a lucent gate
towards a universe
so The wind can pass
At the edge
she molds
to …
…. a
……….something new
The lover the love
The now at now
senses itself
in white lines
a bridal delicacy
‘A flower’
tales say
with myriad petals
living at the edge of the universe
She reads the volatile coolness
of the warm colored
differently sized light trace that
the fumes,
the kiss ,
the breath,
the blow,
the zephyr,
the lover
has become for her
she traces
his ever expanding Trace
so that perpetually he shall progress
for the universe
while she remains
and observes
as her nature requires her to be
as their dual existence is conditioned to
as is nature’s one
unconditional
or Love’s
She, the precision of joy that he creates for
the eternal witness of bliss
Colored by divine light
of rejuvenation
of freedom
of truth
breathes
at a place beyond thoughts
at the edge of a universe.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Sitting under a weird tree
with my pretty dress on
eyes shut
Senses open
I wait for you
Oh dear tree
-as weird as we together can be-
When you come,
if you come
Bring me a single flower
A flower whose nature we both know so well
A pure and the untouched one- you know?
And make sure it will be
as pure as all the destroyed purities of this universe
as untouched as all the pains touched
and only then
I will see you
with my eyes shut
sitting on top of the sole sunny ray patched hill
painting patiently
as future and past gets so near Now
glow of your face
is my palette of pastel colors
diluted by crystal waters
oh and only then
galaxies, stars and suns
radiated by your glittery eyes
which I have known so well
since the beginning of times
will form a new land
for the creatures here
and for us
at this new place
across the bridge
we just managed to cross
before its collapse
you know?
And
When you come
if you come
but,
oh,
so,
No
I won’t move until that time.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Good morning!
You have been greeted by pink and orange roses this time.
Do you mind?
We actually have everything here!
They shape as we wish
under colorful prayer flags.
Flags receive their color
daily fresh from
rainbow harvesting lands.
We have dots of hopes breathing inside.
Look! here is one drawing,
etched by a child for you.
She says it is you and her
walking hand in hand
entering a building
which would look like home for you.
She says if you look carefully
you won’t feel lonely here.
They do shine really
these dots of hopes
She too is a dot of hope.
You just don’t need to think
It’s that easy
so they can outline with you
even almost literally
A cool warm indigo spot
hidden behind the imaginary walls of an igloo.
An igloo is made of living frosted color glass
We call them our red blue green recharge huts
similar to your dreams:
it is something like
when you would see a remote tea-light
with the side of your eye
and make it an ardent nautical sign
of an early morning
that fades to a call of
a nameless
well known
yet unexplored
future memories
while
it is still so still
slowly then
yellow catches up
our sun
outpaces dawn
and mixes up jazz
an ensemble we are then
something similar to your differentiable landscapes
but ours are nowhere-differentiable
so please hold that little girl’s hand now
She will teach you home
this time.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
my bike blue
is a special blue
that’s how I recognize you
when it ‘s dark
it shines morning skies
I suspect
yours is no paint
but an invisible skin
that secretly
gazes
and inhales
moods of me
to shape thyself
in harmonic postures
of us
so that
you and I
will manifest
one ride one road
roads will form with us
we pedal a mantra
my bike blue
is a special blue
that’s how I recognize you
no matter the light
you are by my side
but at times
like tonight
when we are apart
I may also prefer to walk alone sometimes
under a starlight
to witness
the change
of a phase
of matter
an urge
to relate
to my body
differently
maybe
as I used to do sometimes
that walking fast
activates a memory
they would know
where to take me
and so I follow
my footsteps
just
empty streets
is you
in my mind
I compose
random chords
of traffic
of cars
of flows
of minds
sounds
cannot catch up
with us
neither of pasts nor of futures
words escape to stars
stars will sing lyrics for you
for us
next time when we align
each time a song of reality
is a new one
my bike blue
is a special blue
that’s how I recognize you
second life was the name
of the man
who made me for you
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
I changed a title recently
Not so deliberately
neither to bother nor to make happy
but a joke at most
when it comes to wishful thinking.
It was a moment in the shower
‘a bit of singing
a bit of equation solving
a bit of cleansing’
then I knew what was missing
so it goes...
while you do as if you are not thinking
but you still think
with the side of your mind
during sleeping
cooking
washing the dishes
ironing
…
All these irrelevant daily tasks
serve for creating motion
to resolve an x
that sits not so right
in your mind
towards some essence
I changed a title recently
Not so deliberately
to make you happy
or sad
or paranoid
or mad
It's just a matter of knowing
the true self
at most
tell me if there is more than that
but I know you can’t.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC