There goes poeticess
Angel raven: A fleeting pulse of a dreamy vision, following directions
of robotic calculation but calculation isn't always what it seems, it’s
always changing, drowning deeper into a false reality, filling up her
heart and soul with chilling memories not hers, going back and forth
in a circle of my own dream, always so close to the surface, yet it
flies away from stagnation, they tell her when to go, what to be, so
eager to get back to her dark room to be alone, how can you know what
another is supposed to do? even supposed is not, no matter how strong
you are, there are some thing you won’t stop, the true strength is
beyond them, your decision jumping to graceful black feathers of an
angelic raven, never needing saving, yet behind that shadow you want
to be saved, destroying on her train of pain, echoing melodic rings of
lunar art and sorrow, here comes the rain, it cleanses me insane,
drown into your darkest surface, the deepest freedom and memorial
release, reviving our darkest deepest hearts, releasing a chilling
youthful wonder, a straight circle rotating endless moments in all
directions, a cycle of circles, we reflect triangular unseen dreams
and views, endless death and life of biased fates, every movement away
from a place bores another, a moving growing procrastinated flow,
always began, done, once you resist one, you persist another, resist
the notion of them, go beyond resistance and persistence, no matter how
strong you are, there are some thing you won’t stop, strength and
weakness are just one of infinite expressions, the true strength is
beyond them, your decision, your all, we connect in our circular space
at the middle of it all beyond, our truest cores are born on the verge
of end, the feathers reflected a dark light to the beginning earthly
onyx, rebirthing her all, our wonder.
Pen eye: she radiates a dark deep voice, a quaking lunar space of the
innocent rebirth and deadly release, filling up with angelic poison,
adding up layers of a unaware view, seemingly less self doubt and fear
of a dead reality, if this is staged then why is it so unbalanced? why
does the ending disappear right before our cores? their watching again
through everything, opening up our acceptance to false control,
closing down our true heart and sense, we follow the common way, the
odd way in disguise, were stuck in these one dimensional wall lines,
connecting through our pen eye lines, reflecting celestial liquid
inked wings from our ruby papers, remeeting in other ones, a story
can't come out unless it bends and curves, get lost in the space of
spaces, the place of familiar and unknown celestial faces, well keep
echoing out deadly interaction of connection beyond, growing down and
all around into your roots of the darkest release, that is the rise,
even in darkness, without other things, we still are, we still grow,
see beyond it all, yourself, reflect your eyes to infinite nothing.
Memory nerves: Experiencing albums of stories through mine, characters
of melody alternating my realties of this life of all, listening to the
sounds of constructed dreams and goodness with my mind, we can never
hear the true wonder when focused on the part deemed bad, that tiny
indicrpenecy of selected importance, blocking out the beauty and core
that hides away, reacting to the subliminal nerve rendering inside the
skin, why don’t you listen to myself? like death and our meeting, it
just appeared without asking, an ask of inevitable fate and connection
we asked inside, ask without asking, if we had to ask then it wouldn’t
of been true or real, gothical forests of space circle around her
canvas eyes, shivering me with chilling youthful soul, at the top was
a revealing truth that was it all, still it goes on and off beyond, a
infinite veil of true freedom, every one illuminating adventures and
beauty through you, wear that infinite deceptive outfit of your all,
hanging on my memory nerves, distorting releases of my deepest heart,
surging through me as i slip deeper into a solid flight, making
footsteps of unseen swims and floats, you get on my nerves all the
time, yet it's a good kind, slip in and out with the unbreakable
transformation, these chilling moments of deepening youthful magical
oddity and wonder, how they darkening connect is our farthest
freedom, in these sorrowful moments we sing the freest happiness and
rebirths, make them one into your true core and reflect them.
Time bomb: the way you blow me and everyone away and towards you is a
rare wonder i must forever discover, celestial worlds of intellect
blow structured realties, a clear dust of lifelessness, blowing away
her true dark light shadowed by these closed minded views, a
whispering rebellious soul of a tragic demon doll, seemingly empty and
controlled as she breezes gloomy acts of recognition through her
branches of gothical art, were waiting for the day you realize how real
you are, were in a psycdelic reality disguised as a normal clarity, do
we ever know what is normal or real? what you give comes back in your
act of giving, in infinite ways, we are beyond give and take as its
just there always, its illusive energy closing our true core, we are
one and touching in ever echoing reflections, in acts and imaginative
visions that keep coming closer, every echo is ourselves, all,
touching in eternal echos, when it hits your physical form is when it
truly connected beyond, always connected inside, moments go and come
in this life but they are eternal inside forever, I hear the sounds
of shaped dreams and youth through your heart tears, never heard
before in this life but always heard beyond, a flashing return to our
beginning end beyond, keep playing your melodies of infinite core and
free beyond, she’s a walking time bomb, a prism essence of infinite
past worlds, exploding familiar moments that keep moving on through us,
through these hearted strings of chilling release we come together, a
penny is just as much as a gold lust as without it we could never be
complete, we can’t keep being together, this way, in all other ways we
still are.
String eye: From two separate points of a veiled existence, living
memoirs of two vines echo into a frame of us above it, slowly coming
to another, a crow swimming towards the surface, a dove falling
towards the ground, trying to retrieve lost cores through these old
worlds, distractions of cleverly disguised refractions as the goal
flicker in and out, consumed with certain equations of things and
abilities, when it’s all the same and our true worth is beyond it, is
our free core, not these diseased veils of seemingly validations, we
make so many familiar moments, imagined aspirations, as our liquid
rays come closer, ano
ther one rises out, like a lighted transparent
glacier, two eyes as one, seeing beyond these cloudy worlds, we
connect in our reflective views, can you balance this string eye, as i
fall into one side of the space, the other side moves along, memories
and nightmares wrapped in a shiny circular box grab ahold of me, if i
go this way, will i be free? still balanced? create your secret
distraction and dream in your separated connections, i was always on
the line horizon of infinite beyonds, jump off the lines with them into
yourself, throw away the pole that holds you down, go over the edge
that never was, here I see your all, us meeting and leaving as one, as
the crow catches the feather and flies away, the vines touch as we
grab each other tree canvas hands together.
Changing same: Going through teenage moments of emotional release,
like a ghost screaming youthful freedom of life and wonder, living
eyes dreay with dry realites, looking at my old self feeling my new
self, which one is which? so afriad to change, zombifed tyrants
pouring liquids and imaginary phases of safe worlds, still even that
has to move along my friend, we hide in our suffocating bubbles, yet
well never be able to stop change, stop being hurt, if there’s a chance
to gain so much more with this pain then i'll always do it, you are
not weak, just your own kind of strength, only water grows us, only
tears reveal out deepest hardest cores, riding on a leaf feathers
space boat of your heart, writing and reflecting new and old stories
from each end, swimming through every new surface of memories and
dreams, like the sea it goes forever, i can’t escape it, it’s the change
of the same, our views, time of what always was, the rebirth, every
change is just of a part, this moment never changes, our core beyond
is forever the same, look how far we've came being the same, instead
of releasing the past memories, i'm releasing to the future ones,
release and rebirth your deepest future pasts of all now, change
without changing, transform your core into another one, keeping the
true beginning and end forever, in between these boats we fly on our
sky sea of infinite unseen beyond, this is where we eternally change
our unchangeable hearts beyond.
Dark berry: Going through Contracted spaces we call light, a sigh of a
sorrowful tear falling, a roar of a hearted flame rising, celestial
tails flowing from an ever transforming circular ring, blooming deadly
visions of lifeless divisions, impulsing a source to and from a
pulseless pulse, making a liquid bridge of words we always return to,
diving up and down into this fluctuating balance beam of a false
connection, is this all that we are? rise, fall, divide, one, two,
free in between, where you are seen, be, see, free, make the emotions
conscience, were every shade of another, illuminating a side of you
never there, a sensational unsensation of ghostly truth, with every
action, moment, we change back and forth beyond, missing the true
beauty that lays in front and behind the nothing, Dream the awake
beyond, one awakening awakes all, a living number eight, spiraling
branched stings of deceptive reflection, as your infinite space eyes
meet mine in between, Am i feeling it true? reflecting you right? you
are like a dark berry, blooming dark fruit of sinful soul and
release, we grow in sorrow, raining onto our seams into the stems, as
they bloom reviving reconnection of dreams, love and hate, it's all
the same, it's the time, core and realizing of it beyond, experience
yourself, your all, the past, future, soul, heart, the ruby and
sapphire branch eyes entwined as our ghostly winds flew together,
making spaces of infinite lives and secret interactions.
Dream tounges: Following your gown of the town, speaking out infinite
castles of fantastical melodic vibrations, echoingless echoing dreams
and wonders into others, silence deepening, getting louder, every word
we say, every action we do is gonelessly gone before it leaves, how
come whenever we have the pieces together, we still feel incomplete?
chasing a notion of liberation through imagined fables, self source of
release and comfort, somewhere you can always turn to, to be deadly
stable, there’s a force of weightless magical beyond that makes us
here, a essenceal purity of free beyond that can’t be known or there,
its here nowhere, hope is a fleeting sense of a chance, don’t hope,
know your future, that you will go on and find your everything, no
matter what you do, are or will be, I’m sick of these seemingly things
that make us real, here, i know beyond them is the weightless nothing
i cant decipher or know, the dream tongues slither around us,
intoxicating deceptive beautiful escapes whispering hither here,
reflecting inked strings of artificial memories, as we wither into
them, listen to the illusion, come to me, a chosen chaotic normality,
born from a unique order, why is this the only way? one way goes to
another, as one, lets meet at the same place, all of our worlds and
reflective lives meet in the beyond of separate infinite, look to the
place that is always there for you, us
Ghost waves: Living pulsars explode solidifying truth from her lunar
webbed earth, spiraling lost dreams and free birth towards a misty
world, illuminating reflections of a sweet and graceful whisper,
getting so close for it to dim out into dark glaciers, a frozen forest
of releasing youth and self, wonder, above a star tree, below a
celestial moon stone, yet every dim is another light opened, were
afraid of anyone not like ourselves, reacting with automatic
responses of fear and hyprocirial emptiness, speaking words of false
reflections, no matter what you become or go through, you are always
beyond it, were all the same, you know this isn't our true core, from
the darkest highest cloud kites, her ghost waves come, pulsating dead
reality through chilling breezes of nothing towards the other one,
riding on our flowey lines towards the space somewhere beyond, you
are so far, i am so close, is this where we come together? in the
reflection of these expressions, we do, like a heart monitor line, it
still flows beyond the flucations, cloud out the limitations, these
proclaimed illusions of normality, free your cloudy heart of true
release, ride the waveless waves of seemingly dead infinite, where you
can see it all, you are always safe from them, if you spread rumors,
aren’t you one? there's something more to these apparitions of seemingly
reality, in this transparent circular sea spiral of hands, we hold
another, forever transforming as one, we never let go, we were
always separate, in that we are, not, I’m always holding your essence
and unseen imagination.
Guitar string bars: Feelings of feelings flying in and out of
celestial drums of dreams, jumping on each one, rattling vibrational
malfunctions, always going back to the same world of zombified light,
in a condensed closed off shock, a normalized repeating reality, nev
er
truly moving, a disease, labeled as a cure of clean perfection, even
from the farthest point, i know she's till here, she's in front of me,
behind me, the faceless face of infinite entrapment, every sorrowful
moment, every change is a discovery and expansion of ourselves, our
hearts, one experience changes all, one view shows all, looking
through the celestial guitar string bars, my own melodic jail, i will
stretch and bend my heart and soul through them, this is my freedom, in
the distorting flow, a shocking release of dreamy freedom, we say we
move on by not going back to moments, yet i keep going back to you, to
our ever growing cycle of rebirth and flight, it’s the past of dead
bliss that guides us back to our cores, two misty streams of spiraling
towards the in the middle of existence and nothing, this is where well
meet, a ever flowing water triangle, reflecting infinite rain breezes
and electrical pulsar lightning back and forth unto us, you reflect
the quakes I’ll release the gravity.
Heart lights: Two celestial vessels floating in a frozen time,
everything is there and brimming, yet there is no true core, following
lighted memorial buildings, searching for a home, something to pulsate
this love, Limiting this love to certain constructs, seeing it through
a stoned shadow, starving deep inside another one, proclamied as the
truth, as the fearful dead zombies of a constructed equation lies in
outfits of angelic veils, preventing us from realizing the injustice,
the untrue deadly secrets that await us, clinging onto a biased view
of worth, but worth can never be determined by another, it is beyond,
it is free all the same, hyprocritcal similar here comes the heart
lights, sublime heights of blinding sights from our celestial cars of
love, pulsating beats of dreams and non existential wonder faster,
seeing just the surface, i only see you when i look through my heart,
your core, you are a scientific fantasy of chilling oddity and
release, look past the lights of limiting illusions, real love is
free your way, find the whole picture, how it connects into your
dreams, your heart, that is where the change is, it was never about
what we lack, what we needed in that moment, it just wasn't meant to
be that way, there is no more or less, only another feeling and side
of a shallow cry, you and i, we truly breathe in this magical moment
of weightless beyond, through it all is the love, the all.
Living minds: two impulsive pulsars of a whimpering impossibility