We are under the fullmoon with company of cold breeze,
let me stop the time and let me do it freeze,
please let me come close to you,
you also love me this all i knew,
just touching of hands making you blush,
now we are under love far from rush,
i can see your shy smile under your lips,
let me hold your hand in my hand and let me give a kiss,
it's some dark but your bright face,
and your birhgt eyes from which i trace,
the best things and best words to speek,
loose yourself i know you believe on me,
it's time for a hug,
which'll make me crazy and it's my drug,
let me hold your hand now
let me make a wish,
i want you my life as you are my breathe,
just forget the sorrow,
and let it me borrow,
leave the uncofort and just breathe love..

Its a full-moon night
silver light drapes bare trees
where snow has left its lacy touch
the ground covered in whitish glow
a coyote howls far
unable to contain its joy
of so beautiful a night.

Its a full moon night
nocturnal world aglow
in fiery light,
fairies in silver wing fly,
I look on,
eyes stare in wonder
and
my heart is empty.

Walking i am  
the path of crazy times,
Strolling under
fullmoon's brightness,
To escape this
shade of darkness,
All the wrong places
looking for Happiness.

Being alone
always I liked,
These are the times
of a monster COVID,
It is not the Corona
I am so scared,
Getting hurt again
that of I am afraid .

Forgotton I have the
touch of tenderness .
Stomach I search for
feel of butterflies.
Here I go again
looking for warmness.
Only to find
all the broken hearts.

Why the full moon in the month of May  different on this earth ?
Its so wonderful,
Its so divine,
Its so spiritual,
Its above human feelings,
Just wondered and remain wondered.

Do you have time to watch this Buddha full moon ?


the full moon revealing life is not miserable the way evil spreading now,

The fullmoon full of love,
spreading love,smile,joy on earth,

the fullmoon so peacefull,
spreading peace and prosperity above all the odds now.

You will get life , new life to live on this beautiful world.

The music flowed as smoke rings littered the barroom ghosts for a second washed clean by the smell of stale beer and worn out lines.
It's here I'm home and here I'm most detached from it all I'm invisible only wanting to view and catch a buzz to chase the nights passing .

I sometimes question this existence wonder why the **** no direction suits me best .
I used to fight the urge now I simply have grown to tired to care .
And where odes another find themselves sitting next to me?

Maybe I'm to damaged maybe I'm just happy being alone .
I haven't found the answers cause I truly never gave a **** about the questions to begin with.

There's more reflection in a empty seldom clean bar glass than within my heart darlin  and my times all that matters to me now .
I have no options and the past is dead to me as the person who most hold to be the man I no longer can be .

There's always a fire burning  I just wash it clean to keep you away.

Maybe when I'm lost home seems the furthest place from my thoughts .
Like some left behind castaway I have simply went insane with time.

Underneath the lights reflection I stand the same fractured and wanting nothing more than a stiff drink and some old song to keep me company into this smoke cast fade .

Maybe home is anywhere I choose  it to be .
So try not to question the man who is but a stranger to even me.

Cheers

August the fourteenth
2003
I remember quite
Well as there was a black out
But I full moon pearing into my
Bedroom window
Making me think
Of my Asian ancestors
Or was it a past life
Memory

as month July
crossed Avenue T. Vladimirescu
on a bicycle
in Sinaia


Denebola
in a red
cloak cross-legged sitting
over Revolution
was teaching History
to the cherries


Leyla, a midwife from Damietta
refers to the Kepler Laws :
with Fullmoon uncompromising
I do not recognize the midday crossing
of the Sun
its True Heading
the height of the stars
today 07.11.1980
right from within female Danube's womb
I bare
the smile and the eyes
of cupid .


George Vlachos


Translation :  Christos Rodoullas Tsiailis

Summer is here
while you are away
I was once the Island of your
corridor's eyes
But now I was the fullmoon
covered by dull, dark eyesight of you
I don't know what's on your mind
Or am i just in a gullible path?
Restricting to put on your
heart?
Or just my own trap
to put me in a close
mark?

The hanging tree we planted years ago
Died of poisoning in the years to go
We have not turned in lovebound skulls
Yet the hanging tree had abandoned all of us
Your sunset children, fullmoon demons

The hanging tree we planted hours ago
Died of poisoning one second ago
You never fed it melted gold
Of left me alone in the bloodshot snow
Lover of the long forsaken forlorn

The whining flower we cut on weekends
Has never waited for any kind of end
Only its longing for the hanging tree
And the premature departure
Of its unrequited love leaves

Though the flower and the tree
Are merely my drunken dream
The drowsy midnight hike
In my old somber hill
Never enamored your good-bye

And in our journey under the late hour
Where snakes revolt beneath our feet
The world bends down and speak to me

Saying;

I cannot love under your ballet shoes
You cannot **** in your combat boots
We shall not die beneath the earth
Forget the the hanging tree behind
The blossom cottage that keeps whining

The fullmoon glow trickles
into the stillness
of my empty room,
where I lie awake,
naked atop cool sheets,
burning.

I feel your presence
wrapped around me,
warming yourself
with my wantonness,
my desire to be,
to be part of something,
part of something supernatural,
craving the same thing,
eternal love,
forever.

Fullmoon wishes made
Perfect match
Lovers laid bare
Lies
You tell only to your own heart
Are soon to crumble before you
You can run
But not from your soul
She is singing
I hear the sorrowful tones of neglect
You wear your heartache
On the wrong sleeve
Tucking it away
But I can see
For I am the one
Who casts the stones
And I will be the one to caress your tomorrows x

talking with this prettying girl,
we are just walking --
down this new york block, we just talking
pretty **** thing, high heels, white skirt - black stockings
nice eyes,
thick thighs,
amazing lips,
the perfect smile -- of all things.
she was a flirt ,
kept licking her lips,  as we were talking
but it was much to my delight - I'm not complaining
it was midnight,
in the middle of the park,
a fullmoon, so the scene is candle light dark
stars glistening off her eyes,
each touch of our lips, ended with a spark.
the taste of her lips, was my favorite part.
her skirt -- fitted so tight,
as I clung to her hips
the body contact, felt so electric
the attraction so strong,
pulling me in - like a magnet
she couldn't be more perfect
this night -- out of this world
we are on our own planet.

Midnight and fullmoon once again
My eyes open after a good-days sleep
I thirst for evil fluids
In hell with the devils wings
I can already feel the heat from the blood in your veins,
As I rise to the surfice

Lock me in a room and chain me to the wall
Nothing can stop me
Come closer and I'll give you the kiss of death
And eternal life
Become one of me
For you know what I am and what I do
Come to the dark side of life,
And you will no longer have to run from me
You'll be chasing the victims
Come to me and we'll die together
Me Am Vampire

You claim to be saved
you claim that you have heard
you say you spread the message
spread the word
well i say your fake
I say you never been in his church
I say you know, spreading false promises
your lies shine on through
I want peace
I want love
what you want is foul
my sacrifice,
my gold
my soul
do as your told

howl on fullmoon and now you have sold
another pile money and then some more
I shed a tear in his name
my pity he'll hear
I say injustice is wrong
I say injustice is fear
and your not getting enough
you crave and demand till its stuffed
gets rough, bleed within'from your lust
cant you see we can make each other cry
who has made this world so rough
all over children gone, all over children are dyin'
its looks thats what they want
are you gonna allow it to be ?
I stand up for what i believe
injustice fall down on me
and I keep fighting
keep believing
keep bleeding
oh set me free

injustice to which we cant see
don't you see its not love that were getting
all about rights and wrongs that their setting
letting them control, kick you when your down, let the others see
them claiming to their stolen crown
self-righteouss of what they dont believe
you have a voice, use it for good
let them try you and dont let it stop you
even though all resist, **** false intentions and disrupt their action
prevents you from living, they create your false natural disaster

why do we let them ?
why wont you believe ?
why cant we see ?
why dont we stand up ?
why arent we free ?

they steal more than their giving
you know its about you and so much more than that
in your heart you have love, if you feel, dont try to touch
whats in your heart's in the world
the beauty of all which is within
all other things fade away and is covered in sin
its the way we live thats wrong today, dont you see
all you cant touch is all need
air, love, hearts, emotions, is our grace
there hides no love in things, gold or rings

I fear the snake will take the apple in my dreams

chills as
your fingertips
crawl inside me
or just in the thought of it
i was hoping
for a fullmoon night
it was moonless
cause you emit
all the light needed
to highlight
the habits of my heart

When the ocean wave strikes against the beaches in the fullmoon,
All of it's essence shattered to molecules into the thin air,
And our pores drink from it's mother nature's ether!

It's this resonation of nurture breathe fire within our breath,
And sense of moments come into a perfect circle of the celestial.

On that fullmoon
our body heat rose
above the ceiling
and every voice
turned into moaning
as my saliva left trails
from your lips
to your ears
while you were busy
rocking your hips
onto mine

As the fullmoon comes
Out of the cloud
Ever so eerily
While most people are asleep
Two lovers have
A midnight
Picnick on the beach
To view the moon
In all its glory
As they kiss.

Pink hyacinth blooms,
atop floating green leaves,
the dark green bullfrog sits idly,
occasionally announcing his presence.

Fullmoon light illuminates,
the blue water pond imitates
a giant silver mirror,
reflecting the sky.

A single disturbance,
created by a drinking damselfly,
ripples the night's reflection,
like paradoxes through time.

I sit and watch being still,
until the hum approaches,
I have been found by the mosquitos,
time to retreat.

Oded to pizza, my crusty friend
with garlic and cheese.

Pizza wishes, the cheesey
crust with tomato sauce
and basil.

Dancing pies cooking in bricked
ovens in the sky, dough slowly
rises melting mozzarella *****
under a cheesey fullmoon over Italy,
cooking upon the heated bricks
of my baked imagination.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

As the fullmoon
Rises beyond the forest
And swamp
Out come
A flurry
Of bats
I am in awe but
At the same time
Freaked out.

One night outside of
Ottawa in a swamp
Every fullmoon
The ghost with the red
Balloon appears
That of a girl
Some say that the red
Balloon meant that she was a child
Or had child like innocence.

Full-moon light
Can create
Frightening and
Disturbing shadows that seem
To shape-shifting at a wim
As I walk the halls to get the bathroom
The full-moon exposes
The darkness of the corners
But yet the corners of our minds too
As I see these shape shifting
Shadows turn from evil
To horrific
I wish I stayed in my room

.get to a million get to a million...
it's no dickens or a shakepeare... but...
get to a million get to a million...
it's not your everyday tabloid column...
but... get to a million get to a million...

all words outside of the italics...
said... really... real... slowly...
         Eeyore: sore...
                           i like how...
sodden sad i am with... a spike
milligan rendition of...
by the barrel of the rhyme -
this nonsense has to... be gloated...
float... 'ted...
             ballloons and buzzing... etc.

and those italics?
   gerbil on asteroids... and on steroids...
and... on amphetamines...
basics: on a cocktail...
   nibbling ferociously...
so ferociously that...
                      the tongue disappears...

i already have a: tomorrow will be...
"good"...
i don't like being pandered...
and this is that story of
a princess sleeping on twenty matresses...
agitated by an uncooked pea...

needle in the haystack for me...
this most perfect day...

   i'm using this old post-soviet
piece of equipment and...
it works brand new...
none of the samsung cheap ***** made
in china...
if i'll have my may...
and the garden needs no imporvement:
a new shed... blah...
it already looks like a building site...
i managed to tranfer a tonne of
birdseye pebbles from
the service road into the garden...

imagine the fate... of those...
sentenced to: kamieniołomy...
a quarry... i'm not exactly deluding myself
in the act already deluding me...
a hammer... perfecting what was
a farmers' suntan just below the elbows...
so i rolled my sleeves up...
for compensation...

   imagine sentencing a man to work
among stones... friko! gratis!
for... the "blessing"...
       but if i take the walk...
this, walk... i'm keeping up appearances
up to a point... then the masquerade is over...
nothing to hear but ***** horses...
magpies... woodland pigeons and crows...
nothing of assorted competing
propaganda placentas...
no cushions: no bed: count sheep...
that, tiresome, task?
how about making out: complex
"geometry" from clouds...
see castles? see swans?
see devils charging into battle
having donned the men-yoroi?!

the past... and so much for the romance...
the vikings should be known as:
the warlike gypsies... ******* pikeys and all!
sword for a harmonica...
a longboat for a... heap of castanets...
and... that... accordion? no?
the new... "napels"?
the violin... the new sax...
new: yo! ollie!
    *******...
  
         - i said i'd ******* walk it!
i did it once come sunset...
i said... i did it once in reverse: got lost:
feet became muddied...
i returned...

             this is where we'd part...
i'd ******* from the B175...
parallel to the orange tree pub...
next to the bower house...
   when walking? no point taking
the B175 up to A113... no... seriously...
there isn't...

into the havering country park...
how many times...
did i walk this "short" and "narrow"...
letting off the body known
that the breath is bound
to a duality of soul...
and "more lungs to uncover...
major major"...

       exercise: gym: pristine **** film
perfect... swimming is fun...
riding a bicycle is fun...
the rest remains a vanity project...

         i might as well be hoarding...
so from having made an exit via
B175... i end up coming back into
contact with traffic... at...
via hainnault forest of course...
at... A1112...
          
when it was especially crisp...
and winter was the *****...
watching the widow and widower swans...
at moonlight...
that's the only:
that's the best time to appreciate swans...
come a fullmoon... come the trickling
of mercury into the details of:
ghostly white: for the worth of swans...
and none other...

  and if i meet a Wordsworth on the way?
i'll strangle him with a shoelace...
hell... i'll hang him by one...
tell 'im to sniff a boot on the way out...
and a soggy sock: for practice...

from what i read:
so much for the countryside while at the same
time having... to entertain...
the garden prior to the fall:
a ****-buddy of a sister...
the foreboding mid-west...
televangelists and a-o.k. ******:
   like that physicist... who said:
brother and sister have a get together:
as long as: rubbers included...

caricature on the simpsons...
google-whacking won't even allow me
search results...
then again: sloppy seconds...
    'ere we go: lawrence krauss...
simpsons guy...
  
robinson crusoe ahoy! quick!
sink... this... ******* ship!
let's me it look like a melodrama
for environ... mentalists...
let's make it look like a beached
whale... rather than a ghost wreck
holding lost secrets of lineage:
among the arabs? muhammad ibin...
         ibin...
among the jews? yeshua ben...
   ben... blah: ibin! blah ben!

- so so much for solo...
  solo violin, solo piano...
solo... rubbing chicken with carribean
**** sauce... slaughtering a lamb,
kosher, also solo...
    ham solo... solo: project undertaken
with concern for...
no concerns except for: solo...
soloist... soliloquy... solipsism...
bored mushroom head: kanughonzagi
shimoto hiroshimmyshimmy oops...
bulldozer... machine 'ed on... 'ed off...
a party twick: don't look so surprised...

that's: "not me in your third person"
gemoetry...
well... within the trinity, secular...
of the son, ego, the father, superego...
and the holy spirit of id...
jerking off is on the same platitude
of performing *******...
in verse of reverse: eating an oyster
or a floral "pattern"...

here's to not having to find strangers:
notsably pakistani men willing
to convert...
thank be for the jews: at least they can't
convert you: ****** in them the concept
of being chosen...
like this mirage of static...
perhaps the wind does disturb this
equilibrium... then again... does it?

upon the altar of the sky before me...
a curious "star"...
that it isn't...
it has to be a planet...
i'm guessing that it's either
Venus or Jupiter...
and if my naked eyes were able to
decipher the experience...
from what the postcard of
Saturn looks like: truly:
flesh, blood and eyesight to
compensate:
why do almost all alien lifeforms concern
me with microscopic items?
i had to wrestle a mammoth
i had to overcome a tiger...
i didn't exactly find myself:
finding *****...
champagne and l.s.d. but not
mushrooms...
the fungus hitchhiker of 1960s
psychadelic intelligenstia...

i need to only die this once...
there is no god: there is no god...
"god"...
this is a house... that requires
a breath to deem it: an abode...
a home is a foreign concept in the mouth
of a mongolian horde...
crimea if a capital...

      a tartare steak... a raw herring
in yogurt sauce with apples and gherkins...
a spice for the palette...
if tomorrow is supposedly a day...
i will sacrifice a dream: all dreams!
for a day like i plan for tomorrow...
to come into contact with reality...

no love is ideal... even that of a madman...
or a gisberg... homosexual latex gimp
plaything... savvy?!
two to a rucksack
of the tow of beers i need to give birth
to a quasimodo...

"broken": to have broke - sober -
then drunk... the barking of a drop load
of ******* of an alsatian...

   we so tire... we all must tire so...
such: we! sire: i! oh... but i'm not bargained
to don a crown!
pontius pilate... the escapade
of the thief... of the coward...
or the status quo tactician...

by now... does it... would it...
even... even ******... *******... matter
to parade in all that pomp and desires
for a spontaneity of... ahem...
"spontenity"?!

better worded: i agree: genius to genius...
one would never curse...
etiquette! my boor and bore...
one must be well fashioned
to stage the pirouette of "proper"
knife and fork handling...
as... the napkin is to supposed to be bound
to never find any better use!

the air i want to breathe...
              is it... really...
the complications of chemistry...
curb... no new: every old...
           one always has to find it necessary
to fall in love with paris...
and grow perptually boring
within the confines of london;
apparently all else... vivo per se...
is supposed to "happen" & "here"!

°•🍂October is over
This makes me feel so sad
In mourning still for summers
Like one in the past we have had
Instead°•Autumn breezed on through
Ending in a Halloween
Night with a 🌕fullmoon that is blue
🦋 Theme color of this
Year's season's it must be
Waking us to land anew
Awe of sober
October is over
🤎🍂°•₩€ND¥•°🍂🤎

Light a candle and repeat when it's fullmoon
"Help me,i need you
Am not falling apart,
Just falling for you
Do you feel me i am calling for you
Do you hear me
Your face is all i see lately,
When i look at mirror am not there,
It's you hold me if it's too much hold my hand."