non-shaping brittle mind ore
and
the no-form world would be soar,
after chiseled eternal granite-rocky bases,
walls of desires
the core of soul buried under
the celestial spotlight
scribbled
and can decipher it.
CARRIER
My mortal residue
carrier
I, myself,
towards into
the black hole
PAGES
Like the sun
the shadow also sets,
but
without horizon,
if you like to write,
you can use
pages of both hearts
LEAVES
Not a bit of
Juicy fertile soil
in mind earth
planting the seeds,
that will be formed as
X-mass tree leaves
ONE HEART OF BOTH SOULS
Two drops of love dews
wishing to pray,
Sweaty nude finger touches
Not abyss affection
Before understanding this
Toxic, foul-smelling had
filled with septic breathes,
My vivid house
That stays in the house,
One heart of two souls.
TIME
Vast time,
I've been out of time,
So, I failed to decipher
the existence of time,
Ever noble gaseous,
Ever inwardness aquatic,
ever mingle of both statuses,
huge, transformation
and conversion atom to atom
In these insignificant cells' life
Oh, Lord, in the vast universe
How do I perceive?
Your grandiose time
My humble life
Your infinite time
My ever destination.
SHAKESPEARE
Your flint wit
coat of feelings
still preserved,
like the pearled brain of a serpent,
strongest soluble words
those waves are nowhere
to be found
bulking of sand and
sandstorm,
stupid greyed shadows
as the feeble cloud
flies away farthest
in the legend sky of time.
AN ART
Never as pale cirrus cloud
and an ephemeral painting of twilight too,
be floating indigo sky,
become a dreamy rainy cloud flock,
onto it, white herons depict
as a celestial art,
desirable,
peace
always
waits to wet.
POSITION
unfurl sky
moving stars' ash
measures your
angular distance
shading
on geometric existence
THE PATH OF HELL
dancing with vulture ghost,
spooky broken
graveyard wall
whispers queerly and shimmering
eerie fireflies' beam intermittently.
lonely lore,
rises afar ode from the snowy village,
as a plume of meteor ash.
my shivering shadows
unfurl curve of uneven
hell path
and pulls me downwards
into monster dark
CHARACTER
love never be blind,
could renew your blindness,
OBSTACLES
obstacles are not any bump
unless you wear makeup
slush is not a rude grime
unless you think so
the chain of luxury demising,
the saffron sun will rise,
at the end of defaming,
if you stay awake
at keen aim
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