sparklessly spark, a orchestra of coordinating numerical wonders, a
minded dream reflecting infinite life forms of minds, going through
bottles of seasonal adventures of tragic love, deemed as a solid truth
and focus, drinking this heightening ecstasy disguised as soberity,
feeding logical mechanical lives as were being fed them, afraid to go
beyond it, never wanting to wonder what's after it, never seeing past
this illusive closed system, you are an earthly celestial computer,
dreamy memories and shapes fly from your core and into your mind,
where do they go now? there’s a tiny hole that you always peek through,
awaiting you to seam through, I’m right there too, were getting high on
what always was there, an expanding freedom, the true release and
rebirth, here i see what’s really there inside, learning can only do
so much, we are beyond it and already know it all, it’s just one side
of it, it's knowing freely beyond it, not learning it, learning the
beyond, detach you from all, be the mindless mind of infinite core
beyond it, perceive with your heart, soul beyond it, were living
minds, beating hearts of systematic imagination and virtual reality,
the mind of minded heart and soul, frozen in infinite memorial dreams
and reflections, viewing futures and parts of now never there beyond,
everything is a single moment of infinite ones as none beyond, moving
in a frozen nothing which makes it something, our minds and cores
break free as we meet in the beyond as just weightless essences.
Poetic gates: Happiness is an impulse we swear its true, electrical
shadow figures going by, forever associating it with things and
equations, morphing melodic deaths, like a repeating act in a
animated picture, it repeats and goes on, a moving repetition, you can
be full and not happy, same with the latter, beyond it, it's your
decision, true beauty and love release, condensed to a simple
comprehension, a false meaningless apprehension, power is just a
certain thing, self or one seeing it beyond its contracts, seeing your
uglyness and seemingly badness as amazing, strong, there’s nothing
better, cause in that, i know you are so much more, always shifting
into pasts, futures without, were tolerating and in tolerating the true
heart and core of things, making them one, in her space garden, going
through the cemetery flowers, walking past transparent worlds gone
unseen, looking through the poetic gates, liquid sapphire views with
words speaking through poetry of dreamy memories and wonderus
fantasies, just to feel real, the sun and earth expanding out towards
another, meeting in the middle of the triangular space, reflecting
infinite beyond above, lets jump out of this view, make all of our
views one abd beyond, show the effortless effort beyond letting go of
those times and views, changing shapes and selfs of intoleration and
tolerations, look at yourself of pasts and futures now, send it into
the unknown, you were so young yet so old in being free, as i grow
away from that time, i realize how deep and free i was, yet so naive,
the only way to know what i saw and experienced is to see it at
another time, place, far from it, what i always did, realizing they
are the same, were animals of chosen infinity, perfection, gods and
goddess of barbaric sophistication, be the animal of infinite soul
heart and beyond, just like sadness of release and death of reflection
and beginning, have a purpose so does failure and it was a revelation
of the truth, a different kind of success.
Death flies the crow: Lost souls, following a trail to a finish line,
where a blinding biased prize lies behind, lights of hidden dark fear
compell our desire none our own, just another start of a false dead
end notions to be the best of a view, convulted security of created
different power, above it all, how can i see and feel you if you aren't
at my level? dead dark feathers floating, writing flowing inked
dreams and memories of a lifelessness, we keep choosing this tragic
love, growing into deathly nothings, pretending its everything, there
so much more than choosing that you can comprehend, once you do it
just flies away into the next mystery, eternally, I’ll be your
heroless hero of simple memorial wonder, of reflective freedom and
connection, show me your super powers of weightless oblivions and
sorrowful dreaminess, the leaders of unique misunderstanding try to
awakening us, the hearted truth, defined as corrupted pathways, we
begin as one and end with one, always one beyond, death flies the
crow, the flight of deathly return, another scar of another opening,
fly with the wings of soul and memorial freedom my death crow, the
releasing memorial freedom of oblivion, the dusk of dreamy sky lays in
the distance, the brightest blue of you resides under the horizon of
mystery, two stringed crescent oceans of dreams hang in between the
memorial solar world, above them a empty space where they are free and
real, you are my finish, the true first released into infinite new
ends, two black feathers reflect strings that connect.
Blood flowers: A growing tower flower, a risen power of a dead life,
blooming bloody stems of illusive conquerment, just for empty security
and comfort, forever slipping on this rising bridge, going into a
darker illusive love, two celestial heart shaped flowers blooming
towards another from below and above, from the earth of oblivion, the
moon of odd soul, graceful memories and innocence flow through her
perceptive stem eyes, like reflective pulsar towers of a artistic city,
always coming so close to the free end, only to fall over the edge,
communicating pasts in memorial adventures, in the language of dreamy
essences, every life is a relationship, every death is a break up,
like blood flowers, we bleed out growing memories and dreams, cut the
stems and fly into the next ones, yet never forget them, they are the
gravity all around me, each one strengthens you and brings you back to
freedom, right before her feathery touches my ground, she flies away
as a butterfly, a seemingly perfect act of balanced clumsiness,
reflecting scars of mysterious oblivious weightlessness and wonder,
growth is from all ways, flames rise our true cores, the sun shines
from above, rise with the flames of hearted dreams and life, my sunny
stems always touched your earthly flowers in between a space garden,
growing infinite lives and deaths all inside beyond, see the unseen
stem of beyond.
Celestial bee: Two moving strings flying to another in the spot of
connection, winds of curious dreams blow by, retaliating with
delirious destruction, just for a fraction of a simulation, a sense of
life, attacking illusive and visions mindlessly, the sunflower of
dreams and innocence blooms death as we feast on her eye, full of empty
satisfaction, what we are and strive for can’t be absorbed, like a
celestial bee, she stings her inked memories to awaken, to remember,
your inked lines of sorrowful infinite cry down the pa
ge into another,
likes stars pouring out light onto the page, gone unseen, a sting of
strings ringing your memorial song, sting your strings of revealing
freeing pain into me, into yourself beyond, where we shine in dark
reflections, bloom rebirth and free life, in time we will come back
as strangers never met, don’t attack the fear and illusions, the only
thing certain is beyond even that isn’t guaranteed, faith in beyond, a
time beyond, a beyond of future and past moments, were always crying
flames of memories and rebirth, we need both the fire and water to see
it all, the soul and heart, the rising flame and the falling rain,
were different souls, reminiscing those times forever, in that we are
always the same story forever, stinglessly stinging ourselves through
the ever glowing strings, the sunflower flies away with her hearted
ground.
Color four: Zombified poisons of control, fearful comfort surging
through the vines towards your core, festering forests of deadly life,
materialistic infinity and freedom, two star rays going away in opposite
directions, we said we would always meet back here, feeling results in
precevied numbers, looking for the highest validation, when the highest
is beyond this one of all nothing, its the highest true free release,
beyond it, i know these neon vined strings won’t hold you down for
long, filling up with seemingly real life, falling deeper into dead we
still continue on this one way towards the same result, nothing can
never poison your core as it is beyond, you always know your true hear
path, you are the color four, a million Decembers in august, changing
seasons of memories and dreams as one, making new ones, as i look over
the celestial edged water rope, a shimmering transparent universe of
star shaped worlds and lunar waterfalls, taking a leap of all into the
next all be yond, flying through earthly lines, filling up infinite
seas of colorful dreamy memories in between the number, one way of the
same tragic way, beyond every edge lies the escape back into your all,
break free from what holds you down, everything ia an echoless echo of
one that forever reflected, like removing a match from a burning line,
one movement can change and prevent a million burnings, one burn burns
all, the rest, the rays of our love meet back at the start of another
core, always one, create and reflect the highest lowest beyond of
none.
Circular edge: Two circular spaces float on a lunar land, echoing
bouts of dreamy sonars into new and old ones, a repeating game of
tragic connection and memories, no matter how far we go, we always
return to this invisible end, you appear, then you disappear, i awake
then i dream, following these lines of constructed fear and control,
created by monsters of peaceful innocent freedom, without being
vulnerable, we could never be free, our true heart, true strength is
being your dream, anything just for a chance to connect and fly,
prevention is a deception, taking us away from the true free wonder,
remember that every death wasn’t a lack of strength, but just a random
fate, you are beyond the strongest in who you are, in finding yourself
in anything, the more strong we build up the weaker we feel know, do
we even know why? a flucating string pulsating beats of rebirths and
releasing memorial wonders, quaking sharp deaths of liberating beauty
and revelation, a melodic distress, even when you get to the finish
line, it dies into another start, isn’t there something more than
this? Going in a circular straight line, back and forth in a spiraling
state of confused, on this circular edge of new deaths, about to step
onto a new oblivion, reflecting lives in front of me and behind me,
light shining darker, dark falling brighter, i know i'll reach the end
of this poeticless poetic breath, feels l like I’ve got nowhere, fly
over and out of the circle and lines, with them beyond, the spaces
break out of the cycle as they become shapeless shapes of infinite
beyond, we were always free from them, together in our pulsating lines
of none.
Dark glow: Lunar winds blow from your celestial lungs, just empty
ghostly dusts of dusk, wintery springs of memories flying towards a
far away cell, I’m breathing in windy death and gone connections, a
new disease of control, slowly creating my fate and visions, everything inside and out is my mind, my heart, we smiled in our doll
kingdom, being held by illusionary strings of interactive dreams and
imagination, when will we cut them off? A light of destruction, a dark
of wonder, always killing another just to see if we'd come back, we
always did, now it's time to truly leave, the look on your essence
will give me chills of liberation forever, lost in the dark glow, a
enlightening fiery dew of your infinite ark down below, flowing black
Innocence and dreams through my breathless celestial lungs, I'm
breathing through my heart and soul, breathe your all beyond, I felt
the string breath reach the world you desperately died for over and
over, it bloomed a thousand moments of colorful soul hairs, forever
flying off and on from your secret crystal, connecting to our string
of infinite nothing be yond.
Rainbow painting: All I see is a transparent thin wall, moving in and
out of existence with every movement, nothing around it, were so one
dimensional, creating the seemingly biggest validation of life with no
room to breathe you in or out, were bending and breaking in a lifeless
emptyness, still staying flat statues of no substance, didn't it take
space for me to see it? When you reach the surface, it becomes another
sea of Like rain comets dripping down infinite oceans on your lunar
canvas legs, they glimmer graceful Hope and release through the seams,
a harp of old times echoing melodic free weightless ness, like a
living rainbow painting, a curved gate of one dimensional horizons,
yet it reflects infinite dreams on wings of perceptive space, on the
space line, listening to a melody of the deepest beginning that echos
the farthest beyond, it only opens when bent, to go through you have
to bend and break through, what I see isn't all that's there, we
aren't these visions and coordinates we think are, the line spreads
its all, it always was beyond the line.
Sudden growth: Were slipping on iced branches, falling into another
one, growing a connection of false structure, stuck in a celestial
circle of visionary hype, seeing it through a dark cloud of one
dimensional existence, digging into another’s living grave hearts,
trying to reach the surface of this unacceptance space, a liquid
flower tree watering a ghost sapphire, no amount can make it grow
again, this way, we’ve gone too far, is there a way back to our moments
of youthful all? we still rise in these tragic Changes, no matter how
far we go, were still here, Going through its takes time to grow but I
feel like I've went through a thousand life's meeting you, a instant
experience of infinite rebirths at first feel, our last light ki
te,
like seeing through a forest moon scope of memories and dreams, you
give me a sudden growth, a returning adventure from all places in
tiny spaces, the core of our moments, release your deepest story
at once, when we look back we see that we Never grew this way, always
grew beyond in our way, our lunar kites flew away in a electrical
storm of spirals, reflecting our true freedom over the midnight
landscape, how the words glimmer worlds on your lunar canvas, feel the
skin soul, every moment, life, view is a discovery, a never ending
search for our core, go beyond it, in every release, there's infinite
emotions and love, with every word unsaid, there's a million more
said, we express and show our true heart in seemingly not, in beyond,
in holding it inside.
Ruby tower: As i reflect dreams as waves hitting shorelines, a glowing
lunar egg radiates a oncoming birth, a self-inflicted death, another
similar consequence of blinded power and stagnation, an intellectual prism snake angel, swallowing my all whole, feeling constructed
impulses, below a transparent girl running through celestial gardens,
chasing a willow wisp prayer as it reflects memories, i don’t want to
come out of this dreamy love, yet i know it will end, we fall on the
same life of comfort, a different kind with the same, we'll never get
past it until we go beyond, until we feel ourselves, the experience
and reflection, like cgs of a game, we reflect our furthest core and
growth at any time, a red sapphire, reflecting a circular crescent of
returning rebirth and release, from the falling ruby tower i see, the
hearted stone of freedom, my weapon of rebirth, slashing through the
illusions, an alternating ocean of slow and fast motions, releasing
true dreamy birth and unbreakable freedom, back into the time of our
youthful love, change the time into your time, the time of free heart
and core beyond, we birth a known dream unknowingly, to be born or be
we must know as we created it, we are it, we are beyond, the birth and
reflection of all, existence, as the willow wisp reached me, the wave
touched her, the egg reflected infinite flaming dreams of us, were we
ever born? did we ever lose another? why am i writing this poem? maybe
that’s why.
The beyond void:, In a closed focus, swimming through a cloudy fire of
memories, strings flow gates of dreams as scars in the misty sky,
towards the dark ruby heart underneath the cruel misunderstanding of
life, little kids hidden behind giant robotic stones of fear and