#alinjanuary2015
wish for a wish
?
no.
not this time.
fireworks -
before dawn
they too
need none
I like it more
when
skies are mine
no. I am yours
can you be one?
first time – last time?
eye to eye with a lone star
guided by a mantra
Lokah Samasta
…
Oh bike
do take me home
please
under a plum tree
or make one
for me
in the sky
upside down
fruitless winter branches!
are these same as the shape of your roots?
allow me then
to plant us in the blue
where that star shines
thrue
a galactic bulge
pulls me inside a spheroid
and centers
to where breath runs
along colorful lines
I sleep - I dream
I am awake
a white dove
to doves
doves to pitpat s
as if snow
a heavenly scent
flourishes curlicue bells
the unwished
converts the gloom
returns a gift
made of
the glowing yearning
of a phleum
for a new morning sky
made of a bloom
gifted
to us
by
Bloom.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
he is five in one
she is consecutively
one two three
changing
pitch
treble
pressure
intensity
to fit perfectly
in his one
composing time
one divides to
all the replaceable and irreplaceable
limit approaches to infinity
parabolic ends stretch
at both ends
of all planes
at all frequencies
while
delivery
these two
shall not see
or hear
which of which
they themselves
be
their love making
the lance of
the invincible shape
bends the universe
to embody
the immutable verse
the supreme sound
where
none is
the undefined bearer
of the material
of love
of one
where
lovers
sacrifice themselves
for each other
within each other
become
a material of generations
to be activated by
a conscious flash
just a Joker!
reborn
from a hum
and
Alas!
the cycle of time.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
in the midst of heaviest storms
there is a place
guided by the sound of the crow
keep your trust
a clearing appeared to me today this way
I feel you in my heart and I am not afraid
you maybe not there to touch
but shelters made of safe places
grow forests of love
and because of it
storms stop
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
when the moon
draws a shape
maybe a flower or a heart
along the homogeneous equivalence of an
asphalt – oh are you driving so fast?
made of the frosty glitters of the night
show the generosity
to accept a gift
a gift that can make a difference
it’s been set apart for you
and only for the blessed you.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
she
the one made of fume and ice
brought
the soul of the fish
as big as human
holding up in her arms
under full moon
to the beach of the ocean
her transparent ******
broadened the dark waters
to balance the embodiment
as she stood
ageless-straight
to bless and be blessed
by her gift
as flesh and blood
the wind
made of her long hair
blew
cosmic desire
awakened
across ahead
above
ripple glitter
an angel
made of
of light
hung
above
up
o the roughened
as if twilight
o the moonlight
reflected
the she
made of
or illusions
or of myths
same way
with a fish
in her arms
they exchanged
the yet not-materialized
in emotionless boldness
for a moment
that differentiates
upon acceptance
questionless
synchronous
for the grounding
of being
as for her
it was not possible to deliver and leave
she was made of her gift
as much as she was she
as much as fish was her creation
she came to the sea
she stays as she stands towards eternity
if not right
let rendered solemn
lithify
and salute
the exploit of its rhetoric
if right
let the deed be its myth
for the generations unborn
she made of wisdom
of her gift
she made of moon particle
started flowing towards
the reshaping
rocks to coral
coral to light
in bits and pieces
moment by moment
as wavelengths of
the angelic
faded like
the fading diamonds
along the fins and scales
of blue orange green
the flesh
the immaterial but real
rose the sea smell
for a joyous jump
a big salty splash
created by
a rush
of life
glitter recouped
at dawn
with a rising sun
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
If space has a function
and
if you fill that space with yourself
then
you become the soul of that function.
OK. Got it!
If x is space reserved for love in y
and
if U comes and squads x in y
then
U becomes x for y
so
it is not U that y loves in reality (isn’t it?)
when
y has no other choice
than
reflect its space within - as is?
in human terms by emotions
as/ if
love is emotion’s gift
and I know that there are realms
where vice versa of that statement does not always return true
in these places love can go beyond
so something like this:
love is absolution for all realms – unconditional
Yes. It is.
not bound to the condition of emotion
yeah yeah yeah bla
you better shut up now
well
it is then maybe something like this:
I don’t like my toe
and I really don’t
but I love my toe
and I really do
because my toe is my toe?
however
as irreplaceable as a toe remains
replaceable is
the soul of the function of such space in this context
as a result
U becomes equal to ‘dump’ if you want
where ‘dump’ is a soul variable of love
or not?? Am I now confusing somewhat?
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Let me always stay here
at this height
where I am free
to dream
about
you
This vacuum
made of white light
beyond skies
above clouds
sprinkles rainbows
to lovers
when you
dream
about
me.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
You don’t want it falls
but it falls
A disc of transparency
made of glass-light
rounds the curly airy
towards a metropolitan valley
where street lights
continually dim
below skyscraper clouds
I jump to embody the
<no it’s not meant for you
no it’s not meant for me
no it’s not meant for it
when
it’s not meant
for the catch>
kinda stuff
the posture
of a moment
of the free fall
of free will
It was a dream or it was real.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
Me:
“I don’t have time!
It’s getting dark and I am still fighting
time!”
She:
“Here,
take this torchlight.
Why do you fight?”
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
I want to be all your love he wishes
Here she says it’s all yours so be it
She puts on happily her prettiest dress and prepares for their wedding dance
He looks up to the guy what she has made outta him as love
Upon seeing the stars and the universe he escapes
to a land of jealousy and self loath where he endlessly fights himself
and she just waits unknowingly for the return of her sweetheart
I remain eternally for my soldier leading the fight for freedom of love she says
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Sandwiched through
two cloudy loaves
made of breath
I observe
the purest of blue
one nudges a sharp line
gently from below
draws her dream silhouette
an imaginary residue of slopes
she
the one who allows me
to miss you now
when I am away from mystery
and because I am mystery
lives in there
uninterrupted as a dot
where planes cross
to create dashes
same color as the mare’s tail
the one above on the contrary
is as unpredictable as
the contours of the flowers in cotton fields
where you would be the breeze
to jolt the atmospheric
as the indigotic immerses languidly
she gets bluer than the blue untouched
thinning
at the end of the suggested tail
deeper and fiercer so as not to disappear
but leaves an echo
of its trail
in your mind
soon that will also be shut
the port to and of another realm
the whitening molds subtly the shapeless
pales the light to an analogous fluid
all sharps – lines – flowers - fields melt
into an underwater blurring sea life
where creatures are so small or just hide
not from us but from contrasts
slowly darkening we forget
about ourselves and the girl’s dream fades
she forgets
the you and I
becomes tuningly unimportant
we know so well now
it is not for us
illusions of light
of reflections
are just about
other worlds far aways
while
night falls
along the earth’s curve
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
NO!
I DON’T WANT MAGIC!
I CRY
HU HU HU
AI AI AI U U U
IT’S TOO MUCH
REALLY!
Sometimes good enough
also
a slice of Toasted bread
Put also some
Peanut Butter
Cheese n Hot Sambal
and a pickle on top
Oh what a CRISPY NIBBLE
to enjoy then
Before the breeze -
After the rain
Maybe also an Apple?
And a Nut?
Sun shines Bright
on the ICY
New harvested snow
See me Touch ?
MMM
WHAT A BITE WHAT A BITE
yes I like it
Gimme Physics
Satisfy my pie-crust
make it Equally
Robust
You know
My trajectory
is not that Bizarre or FAR
I NEED NO BALLISTICS
R UGETTN ME now
SLOWLY?
CRAZY?
MAYBE?
SUCH IS A
PROPELLIN NOZZULE
RIFILIN IN A BARREL
OH NO
not A JOKE
Really! ... neither A BAD BLOOD
BUT ITS GETTIN HARD
Holding these GOLDEN TIES
I MEAN
AHAHA
AM I MEAN ?
hihihiooo
When it’s time to say GOODBYE
or When it’s time to say
There he GOES AGAIiiiiiN
WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY?
THE SAILING BOAT?
YEAH ?
I KNOW…
YEAH. SURE IT FALLS!
I MEAN
DOWN THE HORIZON?
OF COURSE
SURE I BELIEVE YOU
SURE THE WORLD IS STRAIGHT
SURE IT IS AS YOU SAY ME TRUE
BUT
MIRACLE MIRACLE
show me A MIRACLE
BUT
MAGIC O MAGIC
Show me A
UHM PUNCH OUCH!
SEE!
IT simply Blows US UP! (( AGAIN!
BEFORE U could HUNCH n PUNCH
BEFORE you would put
a DAMPER ON
and Your
Enchanting APPEARANCE inside
BEFORE I could RIDICULE You
yeah only by Yellin’ at you
STOP YOUR TOXIC YOLO N ****
FASTEN IT WITH A FAKE LOCK
OH WHAT A LOSS OF FIGHT
OH WHAT a delusive JOKE YO
at least tie IT REAL TIGHT
because
LIARS LIE
LIKE A Burning EYE AIII!
N invent CRY ME A RIVER EYE
AUCH it's HOT ….I TOLD YOU!
BEAUTIFUL is ANY Nature once TRUE
Don’t WHINE - what can YOU DO?
AT LEAST I LOVE YOU!
ITS NOT TOO BAD REALLY: Being a LIZARD
AND let it STAY THIS WAY as is
for a while
AS A SIGH FOR NOW
A SHY SIGH IN THE SKY !
SOUNDIN ALREADY SO BEAUTIFUL
SHYNESS COMES FROM MY SIDE
SIGHNESS FROM YOURS
Don't WORRY IT’S COOL- WE’RE A TEAM
YOU JUST NEED TO MAKE IT SOUND A BIT GRUMPY
AND WE LET iT disappear THIS WAY
OH YEAH!
such is A SIGH IN THE SKY
OH YEAH
THE SHY N A SICKENIN CRYING SONG
OF YOU AND I
LIKE I LIKE I
LAI LAI LAI AI AI AI HU HU HU U U U
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC