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"chimerical" poems
*I sit by the lake, on the lush green grass, gently try to break my inner thoughts, and silently assimilate chirping of birds, rhythmic swaying of trees by the sweet breeze, stare at the white cotton clouds spread on the chimerical blue and try to soak the pure dew till the morning remains new.*
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
Fresh charm
Dreams are imaginations that set you free Dreams are the stuff that emancipate fettered hearts, meandering absentmindedly Dreams give hope and last till infinity Dreams are a rope to cling on to sanity For when the world hast been tarnished and depraved dreams are but a cascadence and showers of grace washing you gently ashore, into another chimerical world in which is only soon to fade
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Dreams
*Hungered for a taste   of your elixir's essence, drunken inhalations    of your poetry a splendiferous whirl  of time & space 'tween darkly scented moons     and sun's adoration, blithe starry nights amidst meditative new dawn's effervesce,  spirited of the heart, gleaned in the soul, yearnings of another   chapter's paradise universal experiences etched of hourglass sand,  written upon endlessly     chimerical verses wildflower gardens drenched     of dandelion's plum wine swooning under a hypnotic scripted spell, intoxicating power of unchained symphonies dancing amongst skies' released euphoria  resonating in a song's    reprised melodies, breathlessness of delirium's   celestial pauses   in vaporous breezes'   unfurling undulation, captivated by rhythmic   destiny reverberating in      loins' pleasurable calling   quenched of sacred      offering's quell transcending earthly    persuasions' rhyme, let me lick the nectar from    your  poesy's  insatiable  lips, sweet mercy's healing    captured in rapturous    surrender's reawakening ~* *Je veux que vous tous, tu me manques* Ce que vous manquez de moi?
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Je te veux (sensual)
I dreamt about you last night tripping in eyelid flutters, drifting in bizarre slumbers entranced by illusions of you. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night in my woozy sleeping arms held you tight. In reverie we left heartache behind to live. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night. Imaginary laughter, chimerical and hazy fantasies enchanting us. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night, told you everything will be alright. Moments together we will treasure forever. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night, and awoke in a gloomy dawn. Wonder if you dreamt of me knowing you do you love me. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night eternally keeping you in my sight. Our eyes will meet one day, embracing our faces love. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. Wishing to see you, dreaming of you. Loving you forever. . ©Jacqui Slade
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
Dreams And Wishes
I dreamt about you last night tripping in eyelid flutters, drifting in bizarre slumbers entranced by illusions of you. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night in my woozy sleeping arms held you tight. In reverie we left heartache behind to live. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night. Imaginary laughter, chimerical and hazy fantasies enchanting us. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night, told you everything will be alright. Moments together we will treasure forever. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night, and awoke in a gloomy dawn. Wonder if you dreamt of me knowing you do you love me. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. I dreamt about you last night eternally keeping you in my sight. Our eyes will meet one day, embracing our faces love. If only our dreams were true. Wishes, dreams, at night with you. Dreaming wishes to come true. Just so that I can see you. Wishing to see you, dreaming of you. Loving you forever. . ©Jacqui Slade
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**You want to read little pristine pretty posies not get involved betwixt & ignore the thorns of life whatcha gonna do when your scratch becomes infected hiding in the bushes of denial will get you hives of the contradicting type, bucking like a bronco amidst the flowery storm clouds of refusal riding through wild fields of four leaf clovers on unicorns wings of phantasmal puff'd perfectly pink skies pseudo fairy tales conjured up in the mind never to cross the median line of reality's mock deception swallow the chimerical pill of inauthentic utopia just be sure your mythical allegory never plays havoc in your secret garden of rainbow streaming sublimity, the fall is greater from the zenith of repudiation**
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
Pink Posies on Unicorn Wings
Words words to say words to say for those who possess a quiescent soul vibrations forming into susurrus breathes, spun by Love. Love is an oxymoronic, overly celebrated, seemingly sempiternal happening that is eternally ephemeral, lasting a very short t i m e. Love speaks with words that no matter how dis-joint-ed sound wonderfully euphonious - a sonic euphoria a billet-doux made from absolutely nothing but the very rawness of being absolute. Love is a little more than chimerical. Love is a clinquant aubade that requires redamancy. redamancy. Love requires love to exist in it's eternal shortness, to exist in the mere seconds that are allowed to exist in the ephemeral time frame of a blip in space of decades and decades that no one will rememeber and that will not matter to the masses and will mean absolutely nothing to everyone else except for the one that is awake enough to look directly at Love.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
Words to love by
Defunct delightful fruits noir The sacrosanct pheromone of death Garnishing Hells credence table Quailled hem and haw sate Ilk a slew of paper tigers With a keen prosaic veneer Consuming vittle of Gaia Ravishing ichor like dancing water Spurning a chimerical somatic Catharsis as creaking doors hang The longest watching satorial Flowers wilt nascent by Tactiturn vespers. ELEETE J MUIR.
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Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
Prandial Origins
My thoughts are merely a tangle of non-conformant chemicals in an ultra-responsive setting; echoes of scarcely delayed feelings, millimetrically placed and ready to be felt; remnants of cromagnon desires, keeping me occupied, unassuming and tame, while life rolls on silently, reflexively and impressively, with all its humiliating nerve. Rumination is for cows, guppies, and humans alike, and saffrons, sapphires and the snow all reason in their own way, no less conscious than our total unconsciousness. Like a rock or plant, man is authoritatively ignorant of his ignorance, and in his metaphysical realism lives and loves and dies, without a clue that he never lived, never loved and was perpetually dead. Thought’s true thought is to block awareness by darkening the place where true awareness lies. We think therefore we think: to god (I mean exact-Nature) no other valid reason exists. We conveniently overrate rationality in self-serving cycles of chronic urgency and folly, leaving us continually stuck to our cyclic fate. Life is Nature’s grunt or roar (whatever and the same) all just a sound, faint or not. We are unsubstantial and chimerical animals by excellence, and in the circle inside the box we live in, our fancy appears really real.   As a feeling awaits its chemical fate, in the millimetric second that lingers, whole worlds are imagined, and our universe and all is perceived: violence, joy, depression, hope, and unbearable pain are unleashed, cities are wanted, planned and assembled, while man, impeccably and in turns, plays god, king and beggar, and true lives, true loves and true deities are born. As man progresses (i.e. transgresses his own nature) and as he overcomes thought, word and feeling, he ceases to be restrictively alive: he is released, he is now free. Thought stands alongside feeling, without communication nor vibration, and gradually and painfully amalgamate into a new corrosive mix, directly eating into spirit, flesh, and understanding, until our wholeness wholly disintegrates.   The world as we know it folds upon itself,  layer by layer, in an inner spectacle of perfect annihilation and renewal. The chasm separating man from himself contracts (eventually to nil) and man plunges from the edge of this last plank (4). As he falls, in mid-flight, the ultimate metamorphosis occurs, and an übermensch is born.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
Awareness (level 5 of 7)
My thoughts are merely a tangle of non-conformant chemicals in an ultra-responsive setting; echoes of scarcely delayed feelings, millimetrically placed and ready to be felt; remnants of cromagnon desires, keeping me occupied, unassuming and tame, while life rolls on silently, reflexively and impressively, with all its humiliating nerve. Rumination is for cows, guppies, and humans alike, and saffrons, sapphires and the snow all reason in their own way, no less conscious than our total unconsciousness. Like a rock or plant, man is authoritatively ignorant of his ignorance, and in his metaphysical realism lives and loves and dies, without a clue that he never lived, never loved and was perpetually dead. Thought’s true thought is to block awareness by darkening the place where true awareness lies. We think therefore we think: to god (I mean exact-Nature) no other valid reason exists. We conveniently overrate rationality in self-serving cycles of chronic urgency and folly, leaving us continually stuck to our cyclic fate. Life is Nature’s grunt or roar (whatever and the same) all just a sound, faint or not. We are unsubstantial and chimerical animals by excellence, and in the circle inside the box we live in, our fancy appears really real.   As a feeling awaits its chemical fate, in the millimetric second that lingers, whole worlds are imagined, and our universe and all is perceived: violence, joy, depression, hope, and unbearable pain are unleashed, cities are wanted, planned and assembled, while man, impeccably and in turns, plays god, king and beggar, and true lives, true loves and true deities are born. As man progresses (i.e. transgresses his own nature) and as he overcomes thought, word and feeling, he ceases to be restrictively alive: he is released, he is now free. Thought stands alongside feeling, without communication nor vibration, and gradually and painfully amalgamate into a new corrosive mix, directly eating into spirit, flesh, and understanding, until our wholeness wholly disintegrates.   The world as we know it folds upon itself,  layer by layer, in an inner spectacle of perfect annihilation and renewal. The chasm separating man from himself contracts (eventually to nil) and man plunges from the edge of this last plank (4). As he falls, in mid-flight, the ultimate metamorphosis occurs, and an übermensch is born.
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Dreams Flutter, twirling inside, the chimerical mind, of a dreamer; my head soaring up, to meet the clouds, dancing among the stars. Being a dreamer, I am no stranger, to listening to the lyrics of my heart, perrsuading me to obtain, a bouquet of hopes and desires, that resonates with,the strings of my soul. "you're impractical", taunts the voices, weighing my spirt down, as self-doubt lingers, upon my lips, tasting the return of the bitterness, a brackish inferiority, leaving the gulp of confidence, a difficult pill to swallow. The shackles around my legs, forces my choices to decrease, as the chains of the past, stifle the ability, to utilize the clouds, enveloping my thoughts , as stepping stones. The sight of Intuition, a gift of the prophets, allows me to tap into, talents of Creativity, skills of persistence, painting colors, saturated in intellect, concealed by a youthful demeanor. The corset of Thorns, pricking my torso, a garment I reuse, to wear upon my frame, the suit of torture, entrapping me within, a plague of atrocious remembrance. I return to the physical world, abandoning my environmental prison, to bathe in a hot spring of Lotus Flowers, soothing my exterior form, as I conquer one element, of my internal Struggle. I rise from the plethora, of Lotus Flowers, basking in the dawn of my metamorphosis, gaining ecstasy, as I arrive one step, closer to reaching the biggest desire, of this dreamer.
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
Ecstasy of A Dreamer
You were, you are, you always will be my chimerical vision. For a while, I had always thought things should be tacenda, but then I realized how stupid of a thought that was. I mean you came into my life and became my dépayśe. I was completely taken out of my comfort zone and put in some place unknown; some place near you, yet so far away. I have this wish where you and I find the light together, but I think I  always knew it was a velleity. You're so soigné, and I'm just homely. When I close my eyes, I picture that first mamilapinatapai and wonder why I couldn't have just spoken up. I've become a mad man over this serendipity which lasted a short time only to last forever. It was just a halcyon, those few moments we awed over, and I was just to sick with evasion to ever light a spark. Now, all I can do it drown in this chimerical vision alone. (j.a.r.)
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
"Chimerical Vision"
Bringing to light genuine poetic gifts bestowed upon a peculiar genius; a macrocosmic telekinesis with heterogenetic keenness Sagacious enlistee receiving tuition without a fee - earned a transcendental degree in a ceaseless state of commendable, chimerical reverie A golden dispensary of wisdom dramatically uplifting humanity candidly; treasure full of esoteric mysteries transporting wondrous abundance through bundles of subject matters and earning a celestial masters.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Celestial Conservatory
*There was a time, A time so fair, A zero despair, Cuz She was fair, Life as I knew it was drizzling daisies, Bleeding me the feel like the crazies. Perfect absolutes, Chimerical dilutes. Enchanting moments with ephemeral bliss, Rapt me into blissful abyss. Ambient lightnings, Forming supernova sightings. My soul trapped in her seductive high, Unknowing of her destructive lies. Little was I was aware of her two-tone design, My ****** Valentine An alter ego so divine. Demon with deceitful frames, Unravelling her intimacy games. Her bloodless lips whispering in the corridors of time, Deporting me into her hate grimes. Mutating into odium of torrential far cry, Lies sarcastrophic podium of her mislaid demise. Gagged and bound as me you broke down And I believed everything, As my love for you was logic drowned Round and round I emanated all the way down. Still submerged in the swamp of dummy beliefs, Hoping to heal with concealed appeals, Squeals of her feels reveal choking ordeals, Cuz it was a different belief in a veiled inception, Infinitely drowning with these unconcealed dogmas, Remembrance feels like a past from yesterday, All I am choked with are these Interstellar beliefs, Detonating memories, At the haste of light, Giving me an anguish fright from the down right, Corroding my heart with those Sulphur memories we once called a lifetime. Like those 4 years with 4 million considerations. Still lost in her maze of psychopathic daze, Downward spirals decayed & set ablaze. Reveries of her infinite sentiment once called transcendences. All that’s left now are your radioactive reminiscences, Of a place once called Tomorrowland.*
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Radioactive Reminiscences
*There was a time, A time so fair, A zero despair, Cuz She was fair, Life as I knew it was drizzling daisies, Bleeding me the feel like the crazies. Perfect absolutes, Chimerical dilutes. Enchanting moments with ephemeral bliss, Rapt me into blissful abyss. Ambient lightnings, Forming supernova sightings. My soul trapped in her seductive high, Unknowing of her destructive lies. Little was I was aware of her two-tone design, My ****** Valentine An alter ego so divine. Demon with deceitful frames, Unravelling her intimacy games. Her bloodless lips whispering in the corridors of time, Deporting me into her hate grimes. Mutating into odium of torrential far cry, Lies sarcastrophic podium of her mislaid demise. Gagged and bound as me you broke down And I believed everything, As my love for you was logic drowned Round and round I emanated all the way down. Still submerged in the swamp of dummy beliefs, Hoping to heal with concealed appeals, Squeals of her feels reveal choking ordeals, Cuz it was a different belief in a veiled inception, Infinitely drowning with these unconcealed dogmas, Remembrance feels like a past from yesterday, All I am choked with are these Interstellar beliefs, Detonating memories, At the haste of light, Giving me an anguish fright from the down right, Corroding my heart with those Sulphur memories we once called a lifetime. Like those 4 years with 4 million considerations. Still lost in her maze of psychopathic daze, Downward spirals decayed & set ablaze. Reveries of her infinite sentiment once called transcendences. All that’s left now are your radioactive reminiscences, Of a place once called Tomorrowland.*
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Midnight dream inconceivable desires. The denizens of a simple town In a world of complication. I want, I need to find a primitive land far beyond. Far-fetched, chimerical. My decree, to search high and low,side to side. For a place where I can be free. From stipulation that seems to be A birthright, a curse made out to seem like a gift, as though we asked for this? oh Mortification, all I ask is to be unlatched from this leash the world so generously strapped around my neck. That is my Magnificent Obsession.
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Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
Magnificent Obsession
the defense of your legacy manifested into strings of saccharin and phrases like ‘Come on in from the rain. We all need a torrent to own the storm, just- take off your clothes, don’t mind Kierkegaard.’ your sincerity is a cipher you’re something of a conversation piece between good friends who were artfully made of pre-engineered steel on a day Jove tremored in his bed you’re something postured beneath a javelin and likewise- something propelled for decorum blackguard, black coffee and a birthmark turned into a running joke. inevitable. you searched the bottoms of summer pools and found no discernible trace of your history her sable crown whips back and forth in your head and you maintain the chaos with aureate cries of preservation it’s a halcyon boom, a lonely and sexless halcyon boom it makes every yellow and red dress chimerical it makes your neck unassailable drugstore cowboy they got close enough to see you sweat to note that heat and her magnificence could purge as quick as they reinstate and you still beat like they do stubbornly.
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
Seattle.
There's alot of things that i think about now that sends signals of pain to my head When they pop up in random moments fleeting moments of significant memories I once held so dear. But i can't think about them anymore I'm not allowed to remember. Remember how much i miss the color of your walls deep red And how long i spent looking up at them when we layed in your room The way the sunlight came in and bounced off the walls Giving your room an eery red glow even though you never let me part the curtains. Remember how much i miss your bed spread how much comfier it was then mine The amount of time we spent entangled in them watching movies and playing games Kissing touching I feel you most when i'm alone I feel your ghost still around. Remember how much i miss having my fingers tangled in your hair Or the way you were scared of being alone when it rained hard When we went to the theme park for my birthday and we got on the ride i was terrified of But you were so excited about it and so brave so in some way I enjoyed it more with you. Definitely not allowed to remember when you took me on our first date you made me try your salad and i almost puked You got overexcited and tipped the waiter too much Or the first time we ever met on that really awkward double date and the awful Photobooth picture with them we were in the background of 2/4 of it And i'm pretty sure that was my favorite worst picture of us ever I wish i still had it. That's right; I miss your euphonious voice in my ears I miss the time we spent together even if it was ephemeral It was the best year of my life I miss the corny photo we had that so many people thought was oh so charming Every photo of us was really we looked so clinquant next to each other, Even though that was all just chimerical. I miss it all I have dredged up that word about you so many times it's almost sickening How i've wanted only one person for so long the mere idea of someone else touching me makes me Want to throw up I miss your smile most of all so much It lit up the once so quiescent soul of mine I feel like this longing for you will be sempiternal. Can you miss someone so much it starts too circulate in your veins? I guess sometimes someone gets under your skin and as much as you feel you must tear apart that part of yourself No matter how many years have past you feel if you ever did that you'd lose a part of yourself. Well that part of me died a long time ago.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Overused word.
There's alot of things that i think about now that sends signals of pain to my head When they pop up in random moments fleeting moments of significant memories I once held so dear. But i can't think about them anymore I'm not allowed to remember. Remember how much i miss the color of your walls deep red And how long i spent looking up at them when we layed in your room The way the sunlight came in and bounced off the walls Giving your room an eery red glow even though you never let me part the curtains. Remember how much i miss your bed spread how much comfier it was then mine The amount of time we spent entangled in them watching movies and playing games Kissing touching I feel you most when i'm alone I feel your ghost still around. Remember how much i miss having my fingers tangled in your hair Or the way you were scared of being alone when it rained hard When we went to the theme park for my birthday and we got on the ride i was terrified of But you were so excited about it and so brave so in some way I enjoyed it more with you. Definitely not allowed to remember when you took me on our first date you made me try your salad and i almost puked You got overexcited and tipped the waiter too much Or the first time we ever met on that really awkward double date and the awful Photobooth picture with them we were in the background of 2/4 of it And i'm pretty sure that was my favorite worst picture of us ever I wish i still had it. That's right; I miss your euphonious voice in my ears I miss the time we spent together even if it was ephemeral It was the best year of my life I miss the corny photo we had that so many people thought was oh so charming Every photo of us was really we looked so clinquant next to each other, Even though that was all just chimerical. I miss it all I have dredged up that word about you so many times it's almost sickening How i've wanted only one person for so long the mere idea of someone else touching me makes me Want to throw up I miss your smile most of all so much It lit up the once so quiescent soul of mine I feel like this longing for you will be sempiternal. Can you miss someone so much it starts too circulate in your veins? I guess sometimes someone gets under your skin and as much as you feel you must tear apart that part of yourself No matter how many years have past you feel if you ever did that you'd lose a part of yourself. Well that part of me died a long time ago.
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A nascent society gluttonously feeds on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons forged by stolid and archaic eremites. A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus of tristful regret, while pernicious ***** maunder puerile attacks on munificent intellectuals who only wish to augment risible souls and divagate from vertiginous roads too often traveled. Such a chimerical respect for tradition is too rigid to be broken alone.
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
Untitled
Whilst I was dreaming, streaming up and down my arms The confining, winding vine I became another stone in the great wall Which lines this labyrinthine One door leading to another, my steps echo upon the stair If I don’t believe it, I can’t perceive it That’s the advice you always gave me But I was too stubborn to ever receive it There was some confusion over the illusion And now the fusion has occurred Don’t bother trying to dig me out of the hole I’ve made I’d rather my screams never be heard A silent midnight hides my vengeance In the comfortable depths of my abyss Please tell me you don’t understand So I can explain the meaning of all of this Rapid eye movement, shutting me down Fathoming the phantoms eating my soul Don’t come any closer, or you’ll be a monster like me An empty shell, delusion filling the hole Your chimerical notions of bravery sustain me Starlight keeping time with my every heart beat You are the only dream, the only perfection All else in my eyes has become obsolete The vines entwine our hands The maze once endless is now clear Why do you save me every time, even if I don’t want saving Why do you destroy all that I fear Eye lids pried open and even in reality it’s always you The darkness calling me, and I remain thinking I wish to be among the stone, wrapped in vine alone Tricked by the eyes, in the abyss I am sinking…sinking.. Whilst I was dreaming, streaming up and down my arms The needing, bleeding vine I became another victim of love I became yours and you became mine.
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 2:31 PM UTC
Escher Room
Whilst I was dreaming, streaming up and down my arms The confining, winding vine I became another stone in the great wall Which lines this labyrinthine One door leading to another, my steps echo upon the stair If I don’t believe it, I can’t perceive it That’s the advice you always gave me But I was too stubborn to ever receive it There was some confusion over the illusion And now the fusion has occurred Don’t bother trying to dig me out of the hole I’ve made I’d rather my screams never be heard A silent midnight hides my vengeance In the comfortable depths of my abyss Please tell me you don’t understand So I can explain the meaning of all of this Rapid eye movement, shutting me down Fathoming the phantoms eating my soul Don’t come any closer, or you’ll be a monster like me An empty shell, delusion filling the hole Your chimerical notions of bravery sustain me Starlight keeping time with my every heart beat You are the only dream, the only perfection All else in my eyes has become obsolete The vines entwine our hands The maze once endless is now clear Why do you save me every time, even if I don’t want saving Why do you destroy all that I fear Eye lids pried open and even in reality it’s always you The darkness calling me, and I remain thinking I wish to be among the stone, wrapped in vine alone Tricked by the eyes, in the abyss I am sinking…sinking.. Whilst I was dreaming, streaming up and down my arms The needing, bleeding vine I became another victim of love I became yours and you became mine.
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BASILISK-EYES, GELID-LIPS, UNDULATING-MANE, IMPULSIVE-BRAIN, HYSTERICAL-HANDS, UNFURLING-FINGERS, ASTRAL UPPER-MOIETY, UXORIOUS LOWER-MOIETY, TREADING-FEET, HOLLERING-HEART, REJUVENATING-PROTOPLASM:SOUL........
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
A CHIMERICAL PORTRAY OF THE WOMAN
Star speckled fervor. Bottomless, This honey spice fathomlessness give in to this sweet serenity I'll pick myself up regret it later, but I let you. Melt to nothing. shatter every bone in my body I may crash to the ground because I am lifted when i am with you. And I wont care to stop it. Paralyzed in grandeur I am thrown 5 thousand feet from the air the wrinkles in my blankets, as my sheets drip unto the floor. I transcend the simple worries I am flushed. you are divine creation. seems chimerical. Turbo speed, you jet engine submerged in the ethereal subaqueous in metallics sinking in a daydream sinking my ships again build me from the ground up flow right through me. not trying to tip toe, vanished in it. your breath on me like the first gust of summer I wish I could bottle it.
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Falling
***...i wish my pen could capture last night's fancy, flight of divergent apparitions took my breath away hallucinations of a dream so real it made me weep for i saw your face high above the clouds you appeared as an angel with chimerical wings, in their flutter released thousands of butterflies each one carried a smile of incandescent light promised posies of an altered moment & space where poetry becomes reality traced on lofty clouds amidst trances of tranquility & enchanted frivolity so here i await on ink's flow with a fool's faith of glinting endings and freshly burnish'd beginnings...***
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
~Last Night's Fancy
*Transitory Light & Supernova Streaks, Her ****** Hues Blooming In Rhythmic Techniques, As Her Elemental Vanity Circles The Clones, She ***** My Sanity With Her Illuminated Tones,   Euphoric Comprehensions Etched In Her Holographic Moans, In Seductive Dimensions She Reveals Her Pornographic Unknowns, Serene Luminescence Of Her Prodigal Demise, Procreating In Her Decays of Her Astral Guise, Psychotropic Debris Caressing Her Reprise, Stardust Petals Confessing Her Eyes, Sulphur Promises In Her Trapped Desire   Vicious Bouquets Of Her Nocturnal Fire, The Carnival Flirts In Her Melodic Choir, Futile Rage Gracing In Her Satire,   Tranquil Stitches Glimmering In Saffire, Encrypted In Cold And Catatonic Bonfires, Illustrious Grandeur In Her Chimerical Verse, Rudimentary Amour of her metaphysical universe,   Blows of Blues Metamorphosing In Floral Curse,   Entropic Cassettes & Blossoms In Her Cigarettes, As The Process Resets & She Mutates Into Velvet. - 06:24 AM*
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Stardust Petals
***...i wish my pen could capture last night's fancy, flight of divergent apparitions took my breath away hallucinations of a dream so real it made me weep for i saw your face high above the clouds you appeared as an angel with chimerical wings, in their flutter released thousands of butterflies each one carried a smile of incandescent light promised posies of an altered moment & space where poetry becomes reality traced on lofty clouds amidst trances of tranquility & enchanted frivolity so here i await on ink's flow with a fool's faith of glinting endings and freshly burnish'd beginnings...***
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
~Last Night's Fancy
A nascent society gluttonously feeds on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons forged by stolid and archaic eremites. A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus of tristful regret, while pernicious ***** maunder puerile attacks on munificent intellectuals who only wish to augment risible souls and divagate from vertiginous roads too often traveled. Such a chimerical respect for tradition is too rigid to be broken alone.
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:06 PM UTC
Yesterday's Truth