#alinnovember2014 - Hello Poetry

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.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC

dnalumuland

Silver Moon*

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.

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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?

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Nov 13, 2014

Nov 13, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC

dnalumuland

Lucine

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?

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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

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC