Poems November 2007

Morning Song

Sea Grief stricken cantabiles

Clings heavenly secretes in a sheet of vines

Enchanting gales, roofed in the morning face

Softy possess me in your seer infinity

See, unquiet longing in a corn field

Billowy love is the inflamed code

Lucid allied with bloody memories

Kindled estranged windy waves

A turf of my heart into the stream

Washed miseries into the vastness

Comes back with the canalled pillar



11:02 28/10/07


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Wheel of Fortune


I am the wheel of fortune

Greeting us. My ship and my knights

We rise from the mighty graveyard

Shelter of boldness, fate of fortune

Wheeling palaces, lush emerald shores

Our pirating chart, our impearled gullies

Eminent nine footed courtier atlas

Twilling pavilions, our titanic coasts

Begotten tenured sin faithless wombs

Bastardy storms, breasts of jewels

Enslaved beaten nights, ruptured warfares

Emblems of posies, our elucidation

Rainy fire, stanzas and codex of flowers

Colony of jewels, infectious continents

Caching props, stateless, cordless nuptials

Oscillate flesh, vision of wreckage yards

Ancient shores, plea of sinful splendors

Peers to the roofless spidery sunbeams

Raise! Raise! Ghosts of the great cully

Inflamed Excalibur for the wise purpose

Your boldness, garland of our fertile path

Our warrant love is your paragon of deed

Obliterator love for the malicious seeds

Giant rectitude is the pious chieftain

Embarking our barge, your marina gallantries

Gartered vast bellies, stormy calibers

Harlotry vestals, riding gold diggers

Greet us in your shores upon the fie

Bags of fortune, wheels of fortune

Our enclaves’ heroic rights for tomorrow



6:58am 19/10/07


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Devil, the Queen of Graveyard


She is the night sailor, the devil queen

Galloping moon, her yielding steps

Moon voyager, to field of graveyards

Embarking reverenced shores to shore

Dig out all these boastful crops

Bestowed them with devily gift and love

Made them glittering jewel of her knights

She rules their blood code of castled sea

She is the queen of prolific ghost

Embroidered their granted souls to her gown

Command her knights as ‘rise from your grave”

Legend of bravery, blooded allegiance

Sails on deadly night sea with her flag

Brings her mighty fire on her dawn

2:02am, 18-10-7




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Dear Girl


Your tortured soul is a throne bird.

Rise from drought opium field class

Seedless minefield gutless hulling clews

Bolted million wounds as your medallions

Ennobled as a bird wings; free to fly

Roar to the shining salutation for your courage

Wired codex of the boundless your nest

Lushes south sea is for our consolidation.

Towered old tales of ruined involuntary

Wreckages ghost is the seer for your dawn

As a dream -eater of nameless shores, where

Dashing clouds mates with breasted shorelines

Busting heart is broken, misty aching smile

Agonies are living cantatas, lined our fountains

Yes let’s smile, bludgeon your pervading agonies

Undulated sorrel lined your satin steps

Laced tales of your splendid bravery

Like a crazy little whore divine mad house

Swoops a meaningless hunting glory &nb

Deceitful, defined land there is no streams

Wind of shelthered selfish threads

Only sowing tainted seeds in a futile land

Angelic summer bears only dewfall tear beamses

Fold into a beaten deadlock loveless memories

Nay, rest memories as the frill of fertilizer

Someday your little breasts grow as full moon

A hidden gift for a lover in a wild flowers field

Your scars will be bloomed as wings of victor’s

Who basted to your wings of apocalypse?

Your frozen rope weaves inflamed sword

As closed and confined your virgin land

Shall we harvest your tell-able beauty?

Bite your blood in your pearly lips

Spat into the destitute past nights

Roar, with your inflamed wings



11/10/2007

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Breathing

I am a coiled serpent

Lay Aztec runes graveyard

Groping child fetus with nightingale lullabies

Circling the resting places as a green dew

The endless stanza strings found miracles

Ask, where is the trace? Where is the gated grain?

Weltering weeds lore into the fertile womb

Fountain of the ever written Lily of the Valley

O cursed daughters who beaten to death

We have to groove the stamped curses

Empires lied book of terror in a meadow

Struck the death-belted mystery of codes

I am the promise in a demonic garden



8:05 am 1/09/07



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Flower and dew

Godly flower had a harassment by dew all night

Her petal licked by his pearly lips all night

Morning, “I want built my roof in the sky” flower says

So that I can stand upright not desired by your slimy lips

O, without my mad lips, there is no upright in your pent room, dew says



7:04am, 30/08/07


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No Title

Brave sleepless night, tenderly fearful

So lit the interval and open the time

Tapping it through charts, open the star

But time speeds up along the straight line

Sets the dawn gate as a total memory

Visitors, wearing weathered silences

Milky Way makes summer knots

Hovering a star like a salutary pain

Messengers from ancient lands

Lead, the childish night put forward

2.16am, July 26, 2007


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Origin

You re a thunder so I am a lighting

You are a rain I am earth

If you are not a rain then I am earth

You are a time I am a season

You a fertilizer and I am a seed

If you plough then I am the spring

You are tapping my door so I am awaking

You are a messenger and I am a consciousness

If you bring massages then I am a knowledge

You are the truth I am a discriminator

You are a searcher and I am the realization

If you are the truth then I am your sword

These of us who is walking to the path

Not knowing the path but the knowing the truth

We only know our perceptive awareness

Therefore we are unity of the distant and cycle of birth and death

Yet not knowing these take us for the beginning of the men

6:37am 21/0707

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Do I Know?

The dusky heart deep within

You can hear the nostalgic seasons

They long gone but an affair of its own

They come with a heart aching weep

O all of these whispering, unborn leaves

Wreathed eastern valley ebbing like a swoon

Why are they hurry for pointed distant?

Would they belong to their happiness?

Trace of string unbigoted trance

Little warmth tailing their passages

Often goes after them as masked shadows

Stalking cold garmented gusts

Night weave them into long distant

And hunting for their warmth

Craving for one turf of happiness

Mind of happiness is a traveler

Summer bee sting ablution of tracks

O night leaned against green rhythms

Repay their obligation for an existence



2.04am 17/07/07


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The Path 1


There are things formless but very clearly formed
In my mind see all these without forms with forms
What is heaven and what is the earth
What before and after
Why before comes and then after follows
We made heaven we made earth and stars
Silence with void like a lover
See the lonesome sky its concealment
They stand alone does not change
Comes around and always new
Like little a girl, like a mother
I don’t know its name but in my breasts
Grace, I call her “the path”


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Tantalus

Tantalus, a sorrowful savage
Wounded beast Faust dance
Distortion, vile and tender teasing
Hold violence fierce your voice
Image of dews tearful summer ago
Imbued as a blemished goodness
Sacrifice your own flesh for the sun
Creator of particles holds no blood
Blazing corneas of see all things
Yes ourselves deep into the whole
Become nothing to become everything
Searing your texture of emotion
The creator divine knowledge
Gaze mind eyes, how savage you are
Hold no remorse even if world end
But then you always has been
Moment, a passion of exposition
Just slips into past but hold foibles
You come from long way Tantalus
Howling nights under the cliff
Tubules behind the veils of distant
Memory like blood settlers of love
Vessel of power to the tomorrow
Preaches an exquisite corruption
10:25pm, 070707





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Rain therefore rain

Sky is gazing at me

Toying ten eagle eyes

Tree has no eyelid so drop drop

Bench has no wind so doll doll

Grime grime pavement

Blared as my little tumbler

Rolling spells the world around

Devotee steps steal my songs

Wily nonny wet suckle here there

Perfumed tangles in my lofty scarf

Where are you going fairy? he asks

He is a roly-poly, a rude boy

From sky with snowy red flowers

Do flows my place snowy field

Bust, ruddily toss in my cheek

Huge hands pinker tell cold breath

fairly fairly little witch I am a east

I am a heaven, little winged fairy

Peter Pan winter rain sling sling

Wake up slings my window

Let me in let me in your spring

I kiss you fairest green wind

Sing to you rainbow letters

Doodle coddle I am a fairy heaven

5;24am 07/07/07



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She is the Night

I was waiting patiently
I know she is coming for sure
Finally tapping my dark mirage
Quietly without traces she slips in
Intruder, without my permission
Come here. Sits on a picture frame
Lays out full of suggestions, softly
We share this pit together
Darkness can wait until dawn
I come to you questions
I don’t want to be with darkness, she says
So I let her sit under desk lamp, have my desk
What are doing she asks, dangles my breath
Salted aromatic scents, in her necklace
Yourself only my breath intend to
How long this moonless nights?
How long do we endure untold nights?
She smiles defenselessly, little girl
Slow tracing her fingers my spine
Huge eyes come from her 9 years old
Red skirt, full of stories in her stanza
Fur trimmed small woolen gloves
All these lifeless saints in cherrystone
Full waved lengthen of organza sea
That is how she comes to me
I know what you are doing, what you want?
You can get from nothing, she says
I am not biting your memories
No grave diggers for the night
Ghost wind is sitting tombstone for keepers
Your nasty clews can scratched my wounds
Rooted sounds yourself so pitifully
Wept yourself in your newly born night
Come sit beside me and we share
This fanciful wine, wilted music
What are you, primary mind? Poised
I am possessed by you, little girl

11:09pm 03/07/07
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She is so cold

Abounded her glittering attire
Thievs all warmth, magic charm
Nasty hag hag sold her secret dreams
Grave passion with wilted leaves
Trillions Antarctica dead kisses
Padded colors no mornings and nights
Combs her icy smile a silence mirror
Steps her noble endearment
Floating mirage glittering faces
The heated bitch, was her last summer?
Sold her lust every wind throbs
Now, she creeps wounded buds lips
No one sits her desolated bench
Dewless skeleton thorny pains
Long striped wind sidewalk welted walls
Corners spring, she has even a dream yet
O out of sight, her tender warmth
I want send her a letter tonight
With my tender request and longings
Summer scented memory of words
Moonlighted field ardent lips to lips
Touché me with your perfumed breasts
Please come to me your lovely feet
Dance with me with field of warmth
Build a tiara nest with foliage breasts
Suckled buds mouth with your morning dews
Surely, you will come with my letter
Love token with your magic spangles
Enfold millions passion with my love buds

1:16am, 1/07/07
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Breathing

I am a coiled serpent

Lay Aztec runes graveyard

Groping child fetus with nightingale lullabies

Circling the resting places as a green dew

The endless stanza strings found miracles

Ask, where is the trace? Where is the gate of grain?

Weltering weeds lore into the fertile womb

Fountain of the ever written Lily of the Valley

O cursed daughters who beaten to death

We have to groove the stamped curses

Empires lied book of terror in a meadow

Struck the death-belted mystery of codes

I am the promise in a demonic garden



8:05 am 1/09/07


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Flower and dew

Godly flower had a harassment by dew all night

Her petal licked by his pearly lips all night

Morning, “I want built my roof in the sky” flower says

So that I can stand upright not desired by your slimy lips

O, without my mad lips, there is no upright in your pent room, dew says



7:04am, 30/08/07



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No Title

Brave sleepless night, tenderly fearful

So lit the interval and open the time

Tapping it through charts, open the star

But time speeds up along the straight line

Sets the dawn gate as a total memory

Visitors, wearing weathered silences

Milky Way makes summer knots

Hovering a star like a salutary pain

Messengers from ancient lands

Lead, the childish night put forward



2.16am, July 26, 2007




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Rain therefore rain

Sky is gazing at me

Toying ten eagle eyes

Tree has no eyelid so drop drop

Bench has no wind so doll doll

Grime grime pavement

Blared as my little tumbler

Rolling spells the world around

Devotee steps steal my songs

Wily nonny wet suckle here there

Perfumed tangles in my lofty scarf

Where are you going fairy? he asks

He is a roly-poly, a rude boy

From sky with snowy red flowers

Do flows my place snowy field

Bust, ruddily toss in my cheek

Huge hands pinker tell cold breath

fairly fairly little witch I am a east

I am a heaven, little winged fairy

Peter Pan winter rain sling sling

Wake up slings my window

Let me in let me in your spring

I kiss you fairest green wind

Sing to you rainbow letters

Doodle coddle I am a fairy heaven

5;24am 07/07/07



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I hate song

I hate songs they make me mourn the love
Rooted all beauties and lateen mirages
Summers, the formless seas and multiage pines
Unproven night I often dreamed songs
Comes with sob, quaint darkness sob beside
Wrapped sounds of a beekeeper’ April cherry lips
Shield unevenness, encircled a fetus capsule
I die within wonders, agonies and longings
Then until the song ends I dreamed the girl
I went over her thread, find the enshrined traces

19/06/07

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Vermillion

I like the vermillion monster
Winged firebird, the arduous lover
Schemed all my summer dreams
Scarifies, dance I dance with him
We burn each other in lazy autumn bed
I, vermillion flower, burn into his arms
Then fits into the dusky together
Treachery tongues, mated intoxication
Melt into the scented flumes
Sheer, consummated soul to soul
Then he left with ferment autumn scent
When I looking into his traces
Only sculptured dusky in his footsteps
Wretched keeper of a lover’s grave yard
Come with me, love is cold in here
Firebird ate all my love, wind says

8:20am 19/06/07

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Silence is
Asking a loud question
Nothing at all it says
Always born and dies
What is the question? Then
Nothing at all, again again
Comes and will be gone
From ocean to cosmos
Inviolable deepness
Into our mind, to the answer
Violently ride the utter silence
Swept off the tide of madness
Come back with glutted moonlight
Weathered frost to warm sunlight
Question is noting to do with tide
All in the cosmos, your mind
Make knots with the odd ends
Weave all into the questions
Open up the shell inside of you
Put them there for the safety

2:50am 19.06.07

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Beethoven

The hang man Beethoven
Humpy dumpy, prophet
He makes little numbers 1, 2, 3,
People say he is the genius of all but
He only counts 1,2,3 and 1,2,3
Going up going up 1,2,3 so simple
So I played keyboard chunky strides
Summer autumn spring and winter, if only
But, I have counting rainy valleys
Funny man with his wind piped brain
Castled fugitive cullied eagle beagle ears
Fierily tumble on the 6th raging sky
Dressing a crown in the greenly earth
Roaming crunch a rainy summer fairy
I love him becuase his cobalt summer
I sleep in his majestic heavenly cradles
So my dream is his pearly garland
Tear hunting in sonata pillows
Paradise landing on a painting blanket
He is always angry so he is beautiful
He loves so much so he is mad
Muffled while roaring in his universe
I leant piano by fur Elise and Erotica
Ears and eyes in his bully fang keyboads
Listens every sound in his cosmos
His alas moonlighted dowel face
Contriver in a fast-line speculation
Yogi Bogie yogi bogie Beethoven
A candle stick lady fang
Loll poll marina awing awing ring ring
If I love him because he loves nobody
But he made black yellow white and earth
Lullaby kisses, 1, 2, 3 and 1, 2, 3…

6:40 am 16/06/07



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Silence Song

Glutted frost, feathery drops
Footsteps lay head to toe
Lungful, throaty slops of songs
How, surly, loveliness in your voice
Vesper songs are part of continents
Forbidden, spoilage as an ancient thread
Will you be there for me when I return?
Luminary blended a woeful morning sun
Inviolable shade of a cobalt gown
Greeting, grapes of brined rhythms
Your dotting a vine field smile
Snatched a legend of lily-waves
Summer melts a boastfully green shades
Cureless distant, behind a quotient
Eloquently ceased lone estrange seas
An unbelted cloudy face to the myriads
Enchanted a spring, wintry root
Where all these beloved yesterdays
Will be there for us tomorrow again?
Yellow slops a unblended camarilla
Orchid screen with troop’s gadget
O, our distant, should we mind?
Memoir, agonies of noble embroidery

8:00 am 14/06/07