Streams— relay the slumber
Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite.

'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled
As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge,
Confronted by— tidal waves;—
Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace
That let the Visions— Sprout;—
Abandoned— With the Barriers..

So long,— I do not know..

Sights— Times— are enclosing
Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks
Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..

On
Days
Like this
When the deep blue skies
Shed their clouds
And made love to the horizons
Shall
We lay
On bedrocks
And lash our feet
Into plunge pools
And
Watch
Vuluptuous waterfalls
Walk elegantly down rocky staircases
And
Make
Mockery
Of the blue pants
The waters wore

There
The thunders
Will leer through the skies
And try to catch a glimpse
Of our foul acts
And
Even become
A parodist of her cuddly winks
And
There again
Become a beggary
Of my artistry,when I wove her eyebrows
With flowers

Moments
Like this,the rainbows stun with brilliance
And the umbra and penumbra
Will glare resentfully
Then
She will
Treasure me
All her secrets,dreams and fears
On the ***** of my tongue
I
Remember clearly
Like the romance played
By the moons at mars
When she said"without you,its hard to survive"and blush
And
I had tell her
All the tales of love from Adam

Yet
How sad!
When time gulp
Beautiful memories in haste
Like a drunkard
I had died six times
Till she came and breath life
Into me one more time

Yet
Today,I wobbled solo
To these environs like a jittered cheetath
Truly,I had been cheater

O,
How I wish
I can wash her off me
Her touches,her tastes and her smells
But someway I'm cowed
I might drown,and lose all hopes
Of beholding her sight one more time

I
Have no peace
And all prayers
For solace suspend
Beneath impervious clouds

Now and then
Will I starve silly
At motile moons and stars
With a little hope of her sight one more time
I'm caged in her absence,yet I lay in no cage
Am wholly buried yet I lay in no pit

Cheats

©Historian E.Lexano

On
Days
Like this
When the deep blue skies
Shed their clouds
And made love to the horizons
Shall
We lay
On bedrocks
And lash our feet
Into plunge pools
And
Watch
Vuluptuous waterfalls
Walk elegantly down rocky staircases
And
Make
Mockery
Of the blue pants
The waters wore

There
The thunders
Will leer through the skies
And try to catch a glimpse
Of our foul acts
And
Even become
A parodist of her cuddly winks
And
There again
Become a beggary
Of my artistry,when I wove her eyebrows
With flowers

Moments
Like this,the rainbows stun with brilliance
And the umbra and penumbra
Will glare resentfully
Then
She will
Treasure me
All her secrets,dreams and fears
On the ***** of my tongue
I
Remember clearly
Like the romance played
By the moons at mars
When she said"without you,its hard to survive"and blush
And
I had tell her
All the tales of love from Adam

Yet
How sad!
When time gulp
Beautiful memories in haste
Like a drunkard
I had died six times
Till she came and breath life
Into me one more time
Yet
Today,I wobbled solo
To these environs like a jittered cheetath
Truly,I had cheated

O,
How I wish
I can wash her off me
Her touches,her tastes and her smells
But someway I'm cowed
I might drown,and lose all hopes
Of beholding her sight one more time

I
Have no peace
And all prayers
For solace suspend
Beneath impervious clouds

Now and then
Will I starve silly
At motile moons and stars
With a little hope of her sight one more time
I'm caged in her absence,yet I lay in no cage
Am wholly buried yet I lay in no pit

Cheats

©Historian E.Lexano

this is ours
by rights we reclaim it, a fight in writing that bites back again
when the nights are stretched to breaking by the hours we spend awake in them.
think of the power we have
fiber-optics and copper trotting through bedrocks,
beneath seas that seem to me to be as near to intervening as the breeze.
and we're afforded opportunities
unavailable to the hoards of previous peoples of every family, genus, species.
we seize these as only we are able, every lost little bean knows
you are as close to us as you are to the holes through which your cable goes.
with which we burrow
and from beneath we ****** comfort and warm fuzzy glows from those
who think they still know how the rock rolls and what it's like to be between the tender years of thirteen and nobody-knows.
it's not enough any more,
stuff galore but still the crumpled detritus of bad ideas augments the dust gathered on the floor.
this rising pain will crash,
like the glass roof we are preparing to smash,
and with the scratching fragments falls the now forgotten skin,
too small for the shining lives we strive to begin.

i layed on the algae-encased rocks looked at the blaring sun until i could look away and all
that’s visible is onyx landscape.
i look to the side-
half my face in the water.  
half just above
i feel the thick cool stream that makes my hair
dance and tangle
leaving fragments of organisms in my curls.
one with earth
i refused to leave the shore of rigid pebbles-
warmth in the body of water from the areas that the sun kissed for too long.
rather bake on bedrocks
raisin fingers
while i ponder how far down i could go until
people start to wonder of my whereabouts.

Mount’n range 'gainst light
Blue sky over sweeping lake -
With shaded bedrocks.

Sunny, blue skies with dark clouds
O’er sunlit surface of the sea,
Where, gently, hugging huge bedrocks
Are white-foam waves—calm and free.

You stand still on my freshly drawn painting
happy ice cream Ibiza sunbathing
away again derailed during the late ending
bars were bending
you escaping
like a beam of laser or perhaps a wave of low frequency
into nothing but an anthill
into dark abysses blackening
That was the deepest I’ve dived into poetry
while standing strong on paper like an aphonic waiter
missing bedrocks freer plain mind
inner amity measurement waving hello in your new life
like a guest
an observer
Paraphrase all matter
everything sky high and deep indigo being
Make your world original
and get your name written into the universe’s journal
as the most poetic individual
whose world was as black as the very first few seconds of existence
only air no ground to stand on
find yourself an alternate orbit in a different time
different space respectively
Turn your mind into a fountain pen later into the legendary fountain of life
Invent exuberance
Invert antic meanings
become a planet afterwards a distinct universe
You and your paling blue crystallized eyes
You have a roughly designed past
arbitrarily by him himself
Find a lover
get a pen
Soon another
world may end.

a troubling juxtaposition..?
troubling due to the seeming
strength and longevity
of a scientific model
which..after centuries of success
is exhausted by challenges which lie
beyond and subversive to the model itself..
at the root
the model does not recognize
its limited qualifications to
understand the unlimited reality of
NOW..

the NOW experience removes  
science's bedrocks of time and space  
and presents a fuller reality..
what of evolution's timeline
and the fossil record appearing in space..?
a troubling query
relieved only by a new perspective..
the perspective suggests that NOW is
now the reality..and always has been:
the wholeness truth
colored in a variety of ways
by this science model or that...