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  • Twilight

    Tying up loose endsšŸ–¤

    They call this
    An astronomical star map
    I call it
    My clownšŸ’œ

    ā€œFriendship of fiveā€, repeated K
    ā€œBeing the lightā€, smiled Duckling
    ā€œEnded the blind rageā€, winked Dog
    ā€œOf a tornadoā€, pointed Raven
    ā€œIn Sā€, whispered Midnight

    Connecting the dawn with the end♾

    Of one Twilight

  • Thee fool

    ā€œBuild a houseā€¦ā€
    The echo said
    And ā€˜believer brought to life few pyramids
    Few manors
    Leaving the other homeless

    ā€œPlant a treeā€¦ā€
    The echo said
    And ā€˜believer designed few private parks, few private gardens
    Cutting 120 million trees
    Every Christmas

    ā€œFather a sonā€
    The echo said
    And ā€˜believer fathered few children
    Few he adopted
    Ignoring the rest

    ā€œWrite a book, paint a masterpiece, compose a sonata, sculpture a wonder, do anything, just leave something behind, create a memory of yourself in the otherā€¦ā€
    The echo said
    And ā€˜fool did none of that
    Understanding

    The memory
    šŸ–¤

  • Dead letters

    Wandering
    The Depths
    Of One
    Mirror
    Once again

    She suddenly understood
    The bewitching beauty
    Of Time
    And
    One Fall

    Whispering of nonexistent Love
    Life
    Lucid dreams
    Entrapped once and for all
    In nothing

    But Dead Letters
    šŸ‚

  • Nothing but shadows

    And they kept on repeating all those ancient lies
    Of stepping into the Light
    Leaving nothing behind
    But shadows

    Lingering on
    Longing

    To be caught
    šŸ–¤

  • Black

    -Sweet Sis, I’m not sure why you always see everything so black…
    -You are not sure because you do not react to that what you actually perceive yourself, you react to your thought about the other😐 Your question nevertheless rings the bell of Shakespeare’s grave, for ā€˜O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo’ was an equally senseless discharge into the void, yet people still believe it to be ā€˜Poetry of a deeper meaningā€™šŸ™ To answer your non existing question though, I could say ā€˜Because I’m no racist’. That might satisfy you, your hunger for positivity. The truth is though, your black is simply your memory

    of Midnight blues…

  • Sync

    She suddenly blushed
    ā€œAs for my software, it’s…ā€
    ā€œ…in sink with my hardware…ā€
    He hushed

    Her

  • Lightbulb

    -..and this life, this fracking life is nothing, but suffering.
    -I don’t think so.
    -That makes you a liar. Everybody gets hurt all the time.
    -I don’t. There’s only one thing that pains me, and that’s the artificial light.
    -In that case real light must hurt you too!
    Eye bursted out laughing.
    -The only true light is the awareness of the darkness, honeybun…

  • Virginia’s error

    One’s error
    Was to be fixed

    By the other

    So the chain could

    Link

    One day

    When the dumb stops

    To write numb

    ā€œAmenā€

    As a comment

     

  • Luna in 234 pisces

     

    Full cor’
    Moon

    Itching
    Lightly in dark chambers
    Like dying popcorn
    Overlooked

    In so many others
    Filled with sighs of porn
    And sly lies instantly cooked
    Echoing
    Israel
    And its

    God following mob
    Of
    Sheep
    Warshipping their shepherd
    Diligently
    By
    The
    KILL
    ā€œThose human animals
    That vermin
    The evil monstersā€
    Penetrating their bodies
    With bullets or metal stakes
    Burning their offspring
    Burying the living human race
    Once
    Twice
    Three times

    Eye quitted

    Counting

    The dying

    Of present
    Explaining the horrors of the past

    Rivers and lakes
    Meadows, trees and grass
    Fields
    Dying of poisons
    Dropped by the dead birds

    And honeybees

    Made of metal

    Hollow

    Resembling

    Mine very own heart

    Blown apart
    Caressing gingerly
    A tiny shadow
    Coiled in the depths
    Of one cot

    Asking
    ā€œWhy…
    Why don’t I love you,
    loveā€

    He didn’t move
    Neither did his breath change
    Entangling the dead thought
    With the pure trust
    Of one
    Single
    Heartbeat

    Sensing the world
    Of numb

    Losing their freedoms
    Their memories
    Their minds
    Their patience
    Their dignity
    Their cool
    Turning their tales of evolving spirit
    Into a mirror image
    That of a goon
    Being content

    With everything

    For the elderly were flooding the streets
    As beggars
    And those
    Who sweep
    Sweep!

    Weeping for others

    Dying in accelerated rates
    Babies being used
    And abused
    Just like rats

    By the snakes

    Leaving the millions
    To be still bombarded
    Murdered
    Butchered
    Brainwashed
    Lied to

    On daily bases

    Yes, wildlife was silently disappearing

    To make the time
    Therefore space

    Of official
    Artificial
    Y O U TH
    AkA

    DUMB

    -…have people really changed so much? Did the evolution take a south turn, morphing into devolution?
    -NošŸ™‚ Truth is we can’t change. That’s the curse of this holly gift…

  • Moon

    The Moon

    Anchored
    In nothing

    But an imaginary V
    Of one
    Couple

    Of ducks

    Deepening
    The blush
    Of this universal greaness

    Of the skies

    Reflecting
    Another nonexistent roof
    Of two

    Cries
    Of the seagulls

    Piercing
    The shimmering moonlight
    With their wings

    Whipping the fluffiness
    Of dark waters
    ā€Into the light, we command thee!ā€

    Before the window closed
    Two
    Other lovers sneaked in
    Circling
    Each other

    Winking

    At the nearby star

    Blinkin’

    No

    The perceiver was not

    High

    Just

    Emotions reached Zero
    Point

    In time
    Resembling the line

    Of a nonexistent fisherman

    And

    His rippled echo