"yugen" poems
I am wild, my akushla,
a solivigant.
But you are a cynefin.
Your kalon conceives resfeber in me.
Beasts rumble within like brontide,
they chant of redamancy, my trouvaille.
The dragoman drew me to you
Speaking of yugen
the susurruss mountains
they cured my atelphobia
Submontane caves
where our lights baltered among the selcouth crystals
Reminding me of basorexic spoondrift
breaking the moonglades you adore,
my fellow parallian.
Perhaps it was boyish werifesteria
or maybe I was selenotropic
to fall in love with a gentle boobook
ever so finifugal when we speak
But I feel filipendulous when abendrot bows for advesperacit
You sometimes consider it sphalolaliah,
my words, going ever on and on,
But I’ll learn your lagom, if you give me time
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
When people ask what I do for a living,
I respond
“*Listening to my heart ******
as my mind garden blossoms
incandescent indigo constellations
humming the songs of nature’s entirety.
I sensually embrace the entirety’s
divine lips kissing my spirit
with sacred words
merging into me—
a blissful osmosis of neurotransmitters
waltzing with my consciousness
flowing liquid electricity
and molten rhythms of oxygen
in kinetic unison through moments
of subjective apocalypses
slowly returning to yugen.*”
When asked where I see myself in ten years,
I respond
“*Copacetic contentment—
having surrendered my life
to more than just the digital currency
of likes and retweets
and the constantly dissolving paper coins
because I chose to see people
as breathing pieces of naked art,
in progress,
stripped down to their thoughts
jettisoned through this spherical time
of infinite space and possibility
slowly accepting there is more out there
beyond traditional political religical flimflam,
beyond abnormal logicality,
beyond nirvana.*”
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Ohh the shattered vase of your heart
And the colors that refract
You are my lsd
You are my water
Quite tainted water
I stopped drinking from you a long time ago
But I still haven’t recovered
I want to love you
But I simply can’t live in reality’s lie
Your quest is ignoring the conclusion
That there is no foundation in your ways
I’d make you feel how you would do
But I know that my eyes were a gift from God
As they are slowly blinding down
I know that my sight isn’t true for me
like yours
once tools used in vanity
Ohhhh imaginary mizpah
My delusional YUGEN
Incessant love and fear under tamed pain
******* the harlot out of me
I can’t tell you enough
It’s foolsgold
Please love
No gender will be it seems in the gates of Heaven
And every emotion more magical than any tongue
Be the painter of with-in-side your veins
And craft from what you create-not destry
I envied, you Were my world
But don’t envy the world
Whatever yours is
It’s just us in the midst of spirit D-DAY
I hate writing songs for you
It makes them old and die
Too weak to say no
For your granted *** sake
Please forsake your ways ------ ---
I need you to ******* become sane
Be stubborn now be broken later
Get broken now and become what matters.
I know what you want
Fantasia is your middle name
But reality has another story
And when you realize
That your mind is limited
But can see beyond it
Then you can care less about all of the things that mattered to you
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
/yoo-gehn/ n (japanese)
An awareness of the universe that
triggers emotional responses too deep and
powerful for words
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
Yugen pick your friends
Yugen try to please the world
Yugen never fail
Yugen be who you wanna be
Yugen contradict
Yugen be happy
Yugen steal my words
Yugen, you are
On your own
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
No given thought
from one so young
of double speak
or triple tongue
I cradle thee
within my boughs
ignorant of
thy whats and hows
Jednom slomljena
ce jour, repare!
mia mente, la vuoto,
verloren geht, und wie!
'Twas scattered 'bout
now gathered glued
so yugen read
this thought subdued
if now a mess
no more to rhyme
you should have seen
this,
aforetime
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
With the special definition of Private Week
for private mathematics, the new INGLES; |
the INGLES, mosaic must be a member of
Yamampukichi's Red Monkey.
To write to the personal seeker,
write NARRRATTTORR MMER 1910 EYKIKI |
19 | | | | | | |
SOCIZES Markus Nell, code of Adolph Hushi Singh,
and Liberty and Olivia wanted to keep
the secret number of 'Emanuel D' of the nation -.
"When I came to
Wood for the action of Kishito" ... Jacob Saccramanto's solution
was a bad relationship with today's Granada and the Ladies
of Paula Killa. "This is red light," he said. . ... but I do not know
life, my friend said that "the first German company,
or those words ..."
and "... Easton pastor, gold, silver and hollow mo' gold" SMagda,
Fleming said 'Uganda, Eug-ra, Uganda , Uganda, Uganda,
Uganda, Uganda, Pierce, Pierce, Uganda - Uganda - The child
is born a father, a banker, 1919 100-100 is not well, said Wasa.
To request a red motor's grace from
the ammunicipator: Provider: A and B Scans, and Gregory,
and John, who are responsible for the work
of the mathematical units
and the most difficult to answer. Participants of Combat,
and the next Lindsay (barking) of Nell Mariner Akiki Sosise 19
and, for example, St. Gregory I Rigita Cornelius and Paul Russelli:
"FSNIO" of Yugen HTML readers of their song "In Pressure" to ...
Great Olivia Larcenaae Milkey Crissorgansen Grenadier,
William the "Red" in Germany, who is in Florence ... "..."
... an image of the summer, Alice Harcouss Keninisate Orophise;
Fleming Sea Zone According to the policy of "The honeys of gold,
two gold and Christians" is a day, "pirosporic ... ", "small"
miracles |
and metabolic yuan, found in time, and they are 100 |
and God PinanIza, Baki SacriAcid's Adult JMA is the first pipipina.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC