How can Belfast be so cold?
a breeze in a summer front
the unpredictable British weather
Of intermittent warmth and dull
drizzles of a torrential fizzle

The titanic stands erected
stilled by the western winds
In stiles as robust as steel
as shadowy silverly specks
reflect on the unused puddles

Southwards to the coastal shores
where green shimmers magnify
and blue waters justly testifies
of the beauty of the north-eastern waters
flowing from one glen to another

An angel on earth was found and blessed by a wonderful lover forever,
But this angel fell and she fell far, so far her lover could not retrieve her.
She loves him still and always will; even with her heart stretched by so many who love her so completely.  Her heart has plenty of room to enfold more to love and care about.

But she lost her midnight blue, her silver cherubs running too fast,
spread too thinly.  She sits on nearby riverbanks late at night watching the waters flow; crying for those she loves the most, those she believes she can help no longer.  She cannot help herself enough to give way to some of the great ***** passions she believes cannot be met by him and he loves her from the bottom of his heart.  The angel is so loved by so many, but cannot accept help; will not accept help, because she has fallen into a dark hole that has stolen her wings.  She kicks and screams like a beautiful stallion all alone trying to get out of the waters of the dark hole.  She is all alone and it is late at night, midnight blue with many silverly stars above.
The midnight blue starry skies watch and silver cherubs  remind her of their love and needs.  She wonders why she lusted so much, and he is glad she did.  Did he tell her so?  Forgive such a sin an angel feels.  In love all is fair.  Save her, let her know.  Show her in oh so many ways!

slips from nothing hugely poem of
light creating light by leggy moon
over whole earth palely tousled in
maimed and drizzled in silver curving
a point is risen amongst (man) and time
earth away sprawl echoes of finite
sleep.but though it moon over(in
a little naked comely heap of pert
and blazing tinder calmly foisted
between sabled ******* of aching
stupid darkness)burns how and fiercely
eloquent

o moon though small and nothing hugely
poem shall i (man) a poem slip by mortal
wiggling fumbles; and O moon!quiet sleeping
curves away silverly(into pimpled quavering
neatness)i muscle leanly dispute the soil
and up to you gallop sloppy gallons of kiss
(for you are most pleasant.UR round and fit
nearly in my lips (who shall pluck you from
between ******* and fill me burning
                                                                        )Lust

christ was gangling,PARTICULARLY,of crucifix
drooping silverly reposed upon woodish portals
heavy oaken clasp swung adroitly to harbor
the rough shale and silk. the littlest chaplain
was swearing in there
                                       hewassaying"****"

The universal path is a windy link
in reflections it bounces in dryness
the wood wounded with unknown
phases tainted with fists that hints

The bareness of the desert lays untold
roasted and unbroken in resistive dunes
torn and un-tuned in the rusty mirage
bareness reformed by the scorning sun

See those hungry eyes digging in hilled sands
the lost hope lusting for a love swayed to last
memories of the crux, the faded in between
the withering leaves burnt to grimy coal

The tidal waves erupts as pure bliss builds
such loneliness buried in ocean depths
kneeling at the mercies of the greenery
pending rejuvenation to harmonious trance

On the edge of the bridge toes tiptoeing
the cord unfurling in, over and within
waters paints in hues of silverly blue
a sacrifice to reign in the depths of the shore

Walking into the midnight
through mist feeling
softness of
tangible tickling of silverly shining
lunatic glow of rain drops
that tarnished my soul
rinsed imagination
as i moved towards the womb of night
like an invisible spark
glowing tenaciously in the midst of darkness.
Winds mooed
thunders rumbled...clapping applause
ravishing silence
as the divine being within trembled
spurted out in an instant
as my body flinched with lust
and it burst out laughing...thinking of its grave
on the gallows of nature

SleEp)?
you,'re are an pale sweeping pliant loosely club
        bashing softness
  upon my cobbled unsplendid
      ink
                    and smashing
     viscously the poppies
          stubborn lungs
                                                          dusted
                                                             imperfectly
                                                               arrogance
                                                          a you lovely supple fire
                                                        the opened closeness
                                                                of cotton treasure
                                                             fluttering
                                                                               existential
                                                                    motes
                                                                                and the you
                                        

smell like razors          cluttering
        silverly
                        the knelling
           harbor
                            of
           my
                       soft     hardness

                and
you are a majesty .wholly





                                                          unalone

Sunlight dripping like dew in the evening's sunset new as the rays sliver down silverly over every cloud.
My gaze caught the sky as it often does, a flashback surprise, a mandala echoing all of the things I love.

which have felt.

the night sleepily in white dressing gown
up


and grinning


with the **** sliver of its moon a bit
wide luminous and softly(                        .

a dream that teeters
briefly with infinite stupid self

I) the ridiculous me
that with five fingers says some wan curling;

there is a fan blowing, i can just hear it vaguely

stooping
its rapid cheeks somewhere; silverly.

And) can anyone describe
why laying is pleasant when dying is to lay forever?

(i think
and i don't
and it's so cold outside winter the trees are creaking but inside it's so warm i pull the covers over my head and begin some divine fantasy of girls.   .      .

Unfeeling girls

i am hauling the ruins of war
the haggard ones passing by
fat wrinkles under the chin
they never were, but will be

the haggard ones will be
without having existed, on paper
leaden faces shining silverly
they don't know about existence

from the bazaars of being, they
steal the fruit of red dreams
sometimes they come to us,
walking around in cities, strayed

multiple faces, unrecognizable
a teint, hidden under cornmeal
they are hauling the ruins of war
heads hanging down to the ground

River running river deep
Never time to stop and speak
Silverly ripples passing by
Reflecting sunlight in the sky
As I look closer what can I see
It looks like treasure looking back at me
A rock beneath your surface deep
With golden coins for you to keep
Many wishes tossed your way
But what they are you’ll never
say.

Hold it!
Milliseconds of our
Connection in the green pond,
Where among the words of ancient
Ancestors our reflection is melting in the
Premonition of an undreamed desire.

This
I disclosed to you in the first
Stanza, now I'm taking
All the memories of
Days from simple acts,
When we used to
Steal pocket money for
Our gang of canned dogs,
Whose furs sparkled silverly in
The sun.

That's how
Our childhoods ran past the
Years, passing restless mouths of
Which nights had teared off the
Zippers
Dude!
It's already this late?
What did the thieves
Do to the time?

Thunder, souls, high water,
Black hearts, thieves of storms,
Fluttering children of the wind,
Breathless on an island of stars,
Cured from all the fears of the world.

Sheltered inside the promise of love.

This promise in the shades of the pines
From the shining of the blue woods
Woods of eyes and ghost lights
Where hundreds are chasing signatures
In the thicket of the last bloodred storm
The planet's cold zone.

Wishes in sectors. Breath made of smoke.
The God in the dawn of the light.
Where years pass by in dreams.
The voice deep inside.
Here I am for the morning of angels.
Land of the morning star.
Will you come with me?
This blanket is a kingdom:
Your silverly sweat is sparkling on it
All mirrors were smashed!

When the mirrors were smashed,
We lifted our hands into the dark,
To ***** for angels.
We found a spell.

The call of the hearts was silent.
Where did the darkness end?
The ground of the blue woods was
Covered with splinters of glass, sweat,
Lights.

Thus the morning was broken.
Morning of angels.