Loving a White Angel - Christmas Eve 2020 - F. G. R. Constantinescu

Loving a White Angel (marxrein verse} / Felix Rian Constantinescu / December 20, 2020

Do what U can with what U got where you are ~ American Young FarmerGirl propoesition.

FELIX rian Constantinescu feat. judy garland 17 distich 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17.

Loser 2 No matter what I do in the end I lose barefoot I can break in ten like a wet watery orange I am always defeated like Napoleon's army And the feeling of loss is hidden deeper I am on the cosmic ocean in a boat rocket Alone watch Vega or Polaris in caleidoscope Beaten so hard I always cry on my sick bed The monitor of the Aurore is illuminated With tender letters and faces of St. Mary Crying before the Angelus in a heart of Love It's just a dream madness says t book wits I love the Earth with herbs & Ruah w Verb In my despondency not frequent poets no more Fallen in the arms of Night hobbies Love wins And my Heart weeps alone with t holy Icons I live a Loi not Chosen with Ear pierced in Wood.

Poem for Children in Christmas Roses of White Strong is the Might Dead is the Lead & Love Undead Roses of Pink Blue is t Ink Cool are t Fool Here is t Stool. marxrein i believe in the cry of the holy night over lan trying to live inside this trantor for marxrein with round carved carolingian i write verses marxrein marxrein marxrein over all t land i believe in the cry of the holy night over lan trying to live inside this trantor for marxrein

with round carved carolingian i write verses marxrein marxrein marxrein over all t land. december '20 Pureple dolphin I believe that religious painting should depaint Mary's breasts For She is our mother the breasts that feed us & a women motif.

The Artist of Love The talker The talker the chalker alone in dark matter Sits in t auditorium of his spirit himself heard The talker the walker empty like ballsoccer Yukhatangue alone bride dressed in wolf and glee Tale of prophecy of one's spirit be raven alone Even flight of bone spirit beauty and mourn Eagle in sky's cage man in rat's rage and Silence of the wings speaking with the wind Silence is flight abideness is might bear is right.

Christian thought We are flesh snakes like the bronze snake Jesus Christ Estrogen and testossterone poison the human brain Most men had never been completely by their venom Love gives that and I'll not explain - head dead bowing.

The Lichees Sellers from my Hometowns i. Balan In 2006 I began riding the used automobiles with my uncle To the Mountains of Gura Zlata past the EuropenAfrican spot In the canine of the black garnite over the fordshoal's Loggia And far from t noble Hamlet there was maybe a house or two Between the tall green walls of the mountains with Kids play In their season they had buckets of Lichees in front of t fence To sell just like young Luke of the oranges but less angry We never had the money to buy b I often thought of t Childs Alone there in the mountains but always Heidean happy I can still hear t Childish noise ignored by t lofty cottages up We wondered if t had electricity & food right under t bank What was they're school attendance and how about Mothers Right where the Legend weighs in the air of the tears' rivers And broken fortress waits a betterman & t new old church

The nuns hurry off the cold concrete and sing hymns in frost. ii. Coroiești iii. Livadia The Root Eaters A miracle age with misterious youth taking to the forests For the roots of the earth and the all the berries to eat Were they beautiful like decadent Tassili or simple beasts We need to tune further the telescope of human time Acolo în pădure veghează Proserpina cu frumosul șarpe Acum mai mult d 20 de ani după marea teroare am ales orgasmul cerului Care curând mi-a deschis urechea dreaptă spre alegere Un sunet o muzică de frecvență înaltă statică cine cânta?!

Girl with Penis Ea are o perlă în limba roșiatică e Fata subjugată de penis Beată în fiecare zi de șuvoiul Romantic de mărgăritare Julieta cu Camelii-Dumasfiul She speaks t tongue of sperm She prays vangoghian to the embodiment of Lord Jesus Ea e Fata cu Penis nebună în monitorul rebotezat acru Idealistă precum G. W. F. Hegel răsare arborele prieteniei Un univers în care se rătăcește ca într-un poem clasic Flora și Poetul îngropați în valurile Mării Negre plânși!

Tesla 6 The Crucifiction Any guitar is a crucifixion and they know it the guitar players Benigne or spleenly but that's the idea you grow a branch on Which the song or the soul is crucified another thing what else JD is walking on diamonds without even knowing it but doesn't matter There is something fictionesque in singing with a guitar in Hands Like in a whale hunt you know you will never pursue ouside your bed So a plus or a cross take it what you want was the rnr nowadays dead as The Owl postmodernism.

Fur Elise I sometimes wondered if Fur Elise has any words and if so what are they?

Or is it just some piano fiddling for a young beautiful tragic Girl Of the 1800s the age that built the Pogany castle in decay by robbers and vagrants now But I will never know lest some musical mentor lets me know the fact of it Now it's night and I am afraid to fall asleep I dreamt Marx and timetravel in a row So like the drowning man I clench of a thought of a song of a forever dear dead

Three notes remain in my literary concerto with its chords and naturals We didn't find out about Ludwig van Beethoven's piece Should we never find out about the oratorios of our souls?

Memory. To CPC to Dr. Zhivago the Dead Innocent I first awoke at 00.00 & in my dream it seemed I fell asleep under my Laptop Then I had a thought and wanted search a video about Karl Marx the philosopher I don’t lie to you Jerry I was terrified but at that moment I was Miss Stewart P&P Then Karl Marx with his Andersenian the-never-of-it and the vision became Memory And I wanted to post it underneath the wikipedia page of that Karl Marx Buddha In which Kina explains softly her dream that was what was I touched Another realm another World an other reality I read 8 on the phone to a friend before bed It all started with At scary but then the dream structure fell more and more soothing And I believe now Aphex Twin and Karl Marx are one in my painly awakening.

Settling Always settling always finding a new aboding place Always fighting our enemies always hoping for the day I try to imagine it retroactive the places we've been & Came from some named some uncertain like the Turks Or the Gaelic ballad or the God of the Goths unmaimed This became our life settling after settling after settling Still part of us is from here with the purest Ottoman Luxembourg blood in us just peasants from Trajan still We were in a constant migration w t sheep and Schytes.

The blue shirt. Impressions on a certain mama's death celebration It was the 21st of July 2019 and I set to go for the second Thyme as in 2017 to the home of my Lover to speak to her But instead I spoke only with her mother a rich luxurious self-imposed abusive character I didn't tell her what day it is and She misused me a bit Telling me that her Daughter is about to get married to some guy and that She has Her friends I told her that no matter what my attitude won't change and then something happened She gave me a cardboard box with two coffins of long cereals and chocolate Telling me She took it because She thought a poor man was asking for alms Because in the Love's hurry I've taken Father old jeans and blue shirt.

If I were a boy. The poem The Hong Kong singer plays t microphone as a nuclear missile An archaeology of was and potential disaster She beyonces Her name is uncertain I knew it once though She voices China And it's true btw but I tell you when She took t mic up in the sky

It was beyond comprehension I mean art ut pictura poesis but How much 5 thousand years in one Girl and her voice eternal Good for an amethyst record to be sent on Vega in the Lyre Well now the show is over & I don't think I'll ever see Will again Though She sings like Tatanka Yotanka's white horse forever.

A man and his horse A Roma a Gypsy you might say unwillingly though he’s as white as you white bread A genuine talent for horses and music for one thousand years long since Mongolindia He walks down the street dragging his horse after him like a priceless Child of Guesses Offspring to be cherished and loved and adored and looked after like a weeping Baby ‘Hey, hoe, hey’ he says easily to the horse as they return on the empty street I live on The two of them wait for something in this April afternoon in the nut-tree sheep street Other horse people top by the white star on the horse’s forehead of ebony mahogany In the street the horse is the centre of attraction and he understands humans behavior The man I know since ever is happy in his rough life with his newly summer zero haircut.

The trickster Plays his own version of Guajira on some instrument mostly 2nd hand guitar In the street just asking for your little change a five USD would be perfect He is te trickster always asking you to do what he never tried or cared about I won't deny his poorness in spirit formostly for not going to work or study Always with the same stupid guitar and harmonica hanged on him Thinks he's that Bob Dylan artefact without Bob Dylan's ugly friends And I miss you is heard now on every club woofer in the world wide web A mooche always borrowing or asking for when not stealing this is the trickster Plays his own version of Guajira on some instrument mostly 2nd hand guitar.

Last Girl She is the Last Girl in this homophilic world that destroys With her pure pomegranate cheek and natural red Mouth like the kiss of a stone breast with her pine long Arms and piano hair and worked hands cooking and In the fields potatoes and corn mostly and some wheat And vegetables tomatoes and radishes and lost hope For a family in the dying world she vraiment is the last Girl of our age beautiful and ignored mocked & passed-at to She knows to sing and paint and drive and to Childbirth No one really wants this Empress too soft to delicate Like a poppy intense purple flower what is it for but beauty?

Last Girl I

She is the Last Girl in this homophilic world that destroys No one really wants her with Her pomegranate cheeks And natural red mouth like a mouth of kissing stone The pixy on the Danish shore awaiting for Her Love Forever forgotten forever dismayed unloved uncared for The last girl of our age like a protected mountain white owl With her long piano arms red from cooking and fielding Hands potatoes and corn and whet and rye and tomatoes She is an Earth spirit/ She knows the value of a seed.

On Securitate. To Iuliu Maniu I tried for a lifehurt to grasp Securitate and I hit the power Always the argument of the clenched fist and baseballbat But now they prove themselves powerless and afraid The Mighty Mutts of our Age always drunk and beating And cursing thanks God for corona that we see now Who’s in charge – God – and that’s all that there is about Them no thought no remorse no regret only alcohol And terror for 73 years now ought to wrap them up And for one time I will say I am not afraid of them.

Two Eagles and a Guitarist Look two Eagles in flight above us in the Sky And a quirky Guitarist knowing all the 400# We forgot about Easter this year almost most Of us the Eagles and the Guitarist sing in Sky At the beginning of a tragic decade Jesus is The name again and his Beatitudes of bloodwine The wings are large covered with eyes and keys Good for the Seraphim to sing at as a Lyre + This words I'd wish most to send into space...

The Vesper in 9 moves I am you Daystar you are me Vesper Decades separate us like brick walls We are in Sighet Morse signaling I-am-your-Love ; You-are-my-Love Now people shared our life for 2 months Once I wrote I am desperately in Love 8 years ago in 2012 that is a long time Now i'm jaded whatever that means I just wait for the moon to rise in 5 years.

The martyr What's a martyr well my Father is a martyr More even than Stephanos the first martyr A master and a martyr of faith and blood So what's left of your B+24 Liberators now?

The gnats of death buzzing over Bucharest Like in Jules Verne but so real and hard Like a life passed under the shadow of t bomb And here we are refugees among the simple And heretic that will won ever understand.

1 hour & 16 minutes to Simple Reason I wrote ten really good lines and I feel like God again as in my youth I generated a poem that would last though I believe it’s Godsvoice One hour and sixteen minutes after I wrote it I reread with wonder As Dad used to read his published poems poetry is a Genesis true You take eight nervous cells and make a song of two stanzas Like a silent written rosary for Mother Mary at 6 in the morning I believe our brains like giant synaptic medusas or the torpedo fish Cutting and shortcircircuitting until brushed with melody by Salome.

Ancient traditions and popular creations of Hațeg County. Dad's book

It's a book worked in more than 40 years of teaching And I suspect it was mixed about me by Dad like 'Lara' Book an intelligible expression of Love and it will take More than 200 years maybe 300 for the book to be Received in the human psyche Romanian and Universal Cosmic until the book will become part of humane soma Sir I think I know it is Another dictionary about me like in the Andrieș song and most of dad's poetry books Are about me Neantia Unlife of the world Heralds of silence A. 29th March 2020 Angels in sneekers

I found Rachel's Tears at an antique bookstore Maybe in 2006 2007 and read it about what i Heard was done in America in the year 1999 B back t I was a Nam guy I couldn't understand Now at 21 lightyears distance I myself say the Tale of the 13 martyrs and 2 abused victims t Guys that done it but now what catches t eye Is Rachel Joy and her Skipper Cassie Bernall I am convinced that in their bloodearned Skye They still wear sneekers and jeans yellow swshirts And kaki camouflage cashmeres angels in Nike Still reading everything worthwhile coming up Well that's the howl of America some Girls In Pocahontas tribe in Salem in Amherst Columbine And I wonder did Emily Dickinson wrote on it And what She who knew all flowers by heart.

Backyard Ceremony. A Prayer

She bothered me everytime from 2012 then married one 7 years later one day after mama's death memorial day She had a backyard ceremony because I don't know t half of it It seems i'm not of t woods yet never will be w her husband 2 I tried to help this Schumacher b it seems I couldn't never will As Kina says in her Memory I'd like to think t they'll be or try I know somethings about Rabindranath Tagore a man despise & I am not my Father LaHaye never was with all my imprfctnss So She married in Church of Christ and still kept her cribnotes.

Consecration

The consecration of your body must be willed It does not just happen you must search it for And it lasts a lifetime no matter what comes in Your life it is the most important thing in you I should say if you are not a poet don't bother Do what you are and something you are a '

A soul spit by God so why do you look for great?

Be what you are but consecrate yourself to God As a basilica and really nothing else matters. + Didactic poem

History began in Mesopotamia with Sumer A kingdom of black heads came from North Then there was Akkad an empire and idiom Then there was Assyria with Ninive and Jonah Then Babilon then Medopersia then Macedonia To Indus then Rome then Lord Jesus Christ And now Alisa I believe you can find your way What else is to say planet will end when hit By a comet and there will be an endbeginning.

Enrico Botinni Romanian poet laurate + Mircea Cartarescu is de verdad a gifted poet and that says all In an age where the only viable alternative and I mean it was Protocronism he was the most articulate with The Opening Movement after the Anemone Latzina and the guys K books I do not want to deny Protocronism as a Neolithical man I am I just want to state that he was in the other field and you cannot Say which was time which was space and together w Nedelciu He is certainly t most gifted new & industrious poet 1978+2000 Nobel or not vanity of vanities just a dynamite tycoon goldface And a potus of dollars but as Tracy Chapman sangwrote we Write for respect and compassion and posterity among fellow Human beings I believe posterity is more important t anyprize.

Epistle about mama She did Cry two times at the hospital looking at me like a swan over her bed and leaving saying that I will return tomorrow morning/ they called us from the hospital in the night but I couldn't face the truth + the funny thing is because mama always tried to find the jocund side of death when her Mother died She went to the Merry Cemetery here in Transsylvania that when I went to the chapel in the morning I just knew she is on the other side to Jesus... and MăicuČ›a Domnului as she said and i calmed down a bit too

much people say. I count/ 21+22 nov. 1947 ten minutes before midnight + 20+21 July 2011 fifteen minutes before midnight/ Did i writ fifteen or fiefteen?

20 martie 2020 EPoetry With the EPoetry it is possible to write more and perhaps better You read more poets and inaccessible before even t news got E So we must realize that we are in a realm very serious and take It as such write serious read publish be read and that’s it the Poems will remain like a glacier cut mountain witnessing myth.

Flowergirl

Plays some guitar electric as her long hair Making her look like a Galaxy as in a poem From Argentina She is the Flowergirl with Hair full of pollen and indigo bumble+bees We all liten to her song but there's something More much More a Nora Lam Motherly Cry As if Flowergirl is bearing the world in her eyes Because Soul is all that we are not stardust.

Forgiveness progression

to God1234 This is no story my ancestors on both sides were used to use abuse imprison & execute innocent people Well that’s gonna change better than execution forgiveness and when we do it we’ll call U tell U why It may be a total failure in the beginning but step by step stone by stone fail by fail it will engulf you all Our forgiveness and this is the Emperors’ Way I too wanna be painted in Orthodox walls with my family After all my forefathers liberated primary church fought for Christ and died as martyrs for him at 12 Well I guess I wrote my verses so now a little bit of background from my parents I am from St. Helena And from my Mom I am from Jeanne d’Arc a Polignac the produit of a 7th century marianic shrine and Myself and Mom’s revelation should be researched very seriously by Vatican instead of White pigeons.

Goodlands

Until the Tesla engine gets Agro you can forget about tractors The bull ploughing like my writing + everyday } until a sudden Death and leaving your fully restored land to your family this Is what I write for in this Goodlands named Great Romania + And we will get it again mark my word only that if you peasant' Work that blasted land your forefathers died for again and again Go with the sheep to Thessalia do what it's expected of you work And mangy as you may be your head will b full of gold princess.

I'd give you a flower

I'd give you a flower but flowers not pure enough And no diamond or crystal is true light for you So I am giving you the spring of my spirit With its waters of my chestnut eyes Like the quietude of a river of amber Still like a lake of lead These are my flowers these are my amethysts On them you may walk like Christ.

Ill People

A sane person will never understand the ill one Especially a family member always embarrassed And hiding the past with the care he should help So there are many ups and downs in your ill life And you don't know what is worse hospital or home You just have to resist forsaken by all like Jesus All the sane people have is their pride and orgulho But it does not matter son you have to accept them It's part of your somatic energy your illnes life Love.

In Love with a brain

12 years had passed since I'm in love with a brain

As big a Calcutta Berlin London and St. Petersburg altogether I would talk as God if i'd describe Her with her quick sinapses of sage I knew then this Girl is going to harness my brainlessness Wilt guide me stalker me like a wise Bible I never read thouroughly Through and to so I wait for her to come like a Star As if I am one of the Magi in love with Her Too much pearl in that gene pool Jerome would say and walk away.

Inward life

to Mr. Steven Sassmann Poet of Truth & Math I sleep the sleep of the Byzantine Empire full of prayers and mujaheddins of Vlaherne sons I pray and never finish to the Adormition to the Apparition to the Miracle to Love Mary In my inward life I am Constantinople the city of Religious Freedom of blessednessness Monks pass by me and shut up piously have you remembered the angel came again?

Edicule is now holy a Greek temple again and I am a Joan of Arc Cassandra preaching And not quite getting God in my hand the city is esprit by the Moon of my dark eyes For a centuries the Greeks prayed to Jesus and Mary here for another Ottomans 2 God It was a Turkish Convivencia & even m forefather Constantin Brâncoveanu died for Gold Like I die for the quietude I gather inside like a Mother or like a honey worker bee but one Must live for something I fall into myself like Angel in Latin America never seeming to find Equilibrium like in the old years I write and read and write and read look at a flowerphoto Or a quaint poet & sleep my inward life fool of dreams & repose after another poetic drill.

Mocking the Sacred Body My Heart is a trampled rose by the feet of tanks And vanity a black rose one of kind breathing blood Day after day year after year decade after decade And war is no heroism but murder like my family We got accostumed to murder and be killed so We continue 75 years since the war is over over Nobody really cares not ranchers not city people And i am not a horse but a rose blak + in its jaws But my letter and algebra covered petals rise day

By the moment only to be crushed and dashed again The next second I am a rose as big as mama s room .You cannot enter too much if you are wise Father.

Musical Auditions

As a Child my Father never brought me no instrument but taught me symphony At the radio or tape or vinyls we made musical auditions as he called them & Maybe this is my craft to just listen to the music and be transported by it somewheres Like a heresy or a dogma of art and woman’s beauty like Love unrequitted always Because of social taboos and family but for God to continue we need Love So just lie in wait in this mudddy Verdun for the remaining years to pass so we Can take our Girl and just Love her like a porcelain Lass mama used to receive From pupils and maybe my Love is like caolin like myself a bit Mongolian but Christian devout virtuous sage wise and maybe I know why it’s Love do you boy?

Nanophotography

Did you say A truth I can’t describe in your eyes? I am sorry it’s just me Like in nanophotography I use microscopes lenses to see inner+reality The portrait of the soul like in iconography based on the miscellanea Of a few biographical facts old saint or young martyr I look for details

Did he have a staff or a book in hand bearded or nezer buried or lifted up To God and like Sylvia Plath I keep arriving to him the giant submarine Carrying debris and prophets like a kangaroo carries her youngling pup And the discovery arrives that there’s a lot of maternity in God it must be.

The Labouring Old For my Father the Orphic Poet God left him alone with anow 38 Autistic Child that cannot help much Nobody helps him and he gets older and older a tragic fact of Life It’s not that he hasn’t have any offspring b/t fly like Creangă bumbles A war victim too biggest war victim i ever knew a ww2 infant + ’ My mama went out and died young like all her saintly forefathers 63 The number of poems in Poesii 21 XII 1883 nevermind it’s a teacher’s Thing but my Father lives his labour alone like an AIDS person or a Leper psalmist Love won’t help and ithurts and my brothers are away Seems like forever in their perfect lives but that’s their destiny too Maybe this way digne he saves himself by caring and pardoning Decius

And Negro Jim like an old school Emperor or philosopher He works In silence alone unvisited unloved not angry just sad like Tatanka Yotanka.

29th of March 2020 The Peasant Poet

to Mirko Virius’ I am not a poet I am a peasant My laptop is a ploughing tractor My Internet connection gasoline I cultivate the brains of people I plough and spade their hearts In the winter I stay w/ my letters In their rememberance yearly They do not speak to me considering My poetry my autism my simple Genius of the brown wheat field Of their sad eyes in the unconscious Wind I am rich I have all these Golden hearts to tend to like Young Hans the flowerman Sacrificing himself for a higher power...

I hope that one poem one rune Will bloom into an unknown heart So that mansoul can continue.

The Poet

Lives for the characters of the Latin alphabet For the vowels and sounds contained in it For the poetry of unknown people in distant centuries Yet after a life long strife a tombbook of poems It’s all that’s left here The poet might save himself in other sphere The three spheres that form the Circle And Poet still.

The Stream

A stream engulfs our world like Ireland Iceland Groenland To pass it you have to walk on the mountains of water We are a pair of locusts sitting by this written leaf + Freedom is a Gift not a self help realization I think I made Antarctica more clearly no I must take medicine So I will end soon it was an honor to be contemporary Though I recommend to carefully read the Biblia for the Flight we all have a cold stream to pass and pass it we shall I want to see you again young and happy and saved.

Unworthiness God I feel unworthy before you and men A sinner and don’t know how shall come to you In what tearsome state with what eyes words?

What shall I tell you in the reckoning day I only pray ever since my first word mercy I don’t deserve to become heaven but made for me O please save us for your perfection Amen.

Vintage to Bunyan Internet chokes in it there are vintage guitars photocameras matchboxes purses jewelry and books And all good for nothing for instance a Praktica on film without objective or an English manual 1953 But it has the stamp Vintage so they let them go like a at chordless piano on the road for some snubs Who made garbage selling a business everything without use or point gets muffled there for commerce Even this letters have the mark Vintage like they are obsolete good for nothing maimed Latin though Honestly I recognize three writs Fatherly Hebrew homemade Greek and perfect Latin the cross play INRI + as for all **** selling things like silver coins greedy stamps or unearned military decorations Let them be they’re Herod’s and to Herod they will go with all their vintage life in a real Inferno.

YouTube Turntables Recorded Music

There are some music buffs on the internet that record quality vinyls That’s all that they do just play music as in the old days at dancehalls And looking at that record plugging around you see them the old now

Dancing softly in the Golden Age getting to know each other and now Marrying at the end of highschool or college a more wise era it was To take price in a Woman or a Child to never leave or not love yea That was the ideal and the world and I do not want to rewrite Epigonii The beauty of the past which as Kate McLaughlin writes Could be again‌ 20 52

Lots of things happened in just a few minutes But i am here at 20 50 waiting for the pills Psychiatry is indeed a most noble thing I felt alone like the Everest and was praying And wisdom came to me in my darkness In the person of an old friend my teacher I'll always be grateful for the directon and I hope Evangelist will not reject me grace.

26 to 38

I made 38 years old yesterday and age seems improbable I don't know how time has passed since 26 w I fell in Love But maybe She was the one that kept me in this poetic Avalon In which I lived like a sufi alone alone alone like a Grail knight My feeling today was one of contentment I am 38 and dad lives As for the Lynyrd Skynyrd poet I din't find Love I found Ute so I wait for time to pass & the mustard seed to grow like Nabucco Here in the noisy village & another aion will over me probably I grasp Scripture each day like Meister Eckhart a Loveheretic.

A benigne Cancer A benigne Cancer like new testament something like a silent good woman The soul alone in phenomenology and poetry general public + a marriage Wished a rememberance of Virius or some great painter a mother's voice A brain alone in her body frocked with the printed leaves of the Holy Bible A civilized protest to Terra's History a ferment to the Spirit of Christmas Next An angel smiling to unkown you trying to lift you up in an unknown icon The genius of a gentle continent pointed with a soft hand in the Hyde Park An unknown Blak from the Byzantine city a Clan in a filmed poem - spoken.

A man and his horse A Roma a Gypsy you might say unwillingly though he’s as white as you white bread A genuine talent for horses and music for one thousand years long since Mongolindia He walks down the street dragging his horse after him like a priceless Child of Guesses Offspring to be cherished and loved and adored and looked after like a weeping Baby ‘Hey, hoe, hey’ he says easily to the horse as they return on the empty street I live on The two of them wait for something in this April afternoon in the nut-tree sheep street Other horse people top by the white star on the horse’s forehead of ebony mahogany In the street the horse is the centre of attraction and he understands humans behavior The man I know since ever is happy in his rough life with his newly summer zero haircut.

A man of Fortune 1. A gentleman carbonare a father and a real church patron 2. A soft Child aging made serious of an impenetrable smile 3. A man of Love and Faith and Hope creed of moneygiving 4. Cartouche breed bornagain his beautiful Girl threatens 5. Him and the tribe of Faithful She wiser and no good Rev. 6. If only God would end with that rackus principe Haman 7. Only wisdom not to be bought doesn't get t Glacier Rise 8. Does not check the opinion of people and knows t book.

A man of Love

As a Child I used to go next his church everyday On my way alone to Kindergarden but I while looking At it everytime as to the other old big houses there With Greek gods sculpted above the tall empty gate After sixteen years we would meet again and be friends He died too soon praying and listening to religious He gave hope to the beat when every feeling is gone A good pastor a working class pastor reading verse.

A Peculiar thing about People. Reclusive Thoughts

All people could profess Christendom yet they understand one Thing about what they say Christianity in Jesus is what keeps U What made most every thing we see today good most of all And they do not understand that the forsakers die as is writ Sooner or later & the ones that remain after t need God to go on

Unfaithfulness in Jesus Christ does not bring death but it is death Through the commonly accepted now everyday vices and habit That bring mad thoughts to the perculating mind and a life lost Like that totalitarist Christianity of Solaris and other left movies Or books and like Juda's they know not what they do or say They are about unvisited priests and pride and bad acting They are the buyers & the sellers of human soul for lack of faith.

A psychedelic poetic deal

I ended up in psychiatry because I prayed for it I wanted to be addicted medicines but knew not The extent to which I would subject myself or Social leprosy but now after 19 years looking back I see it was a real psychedelic poetic deal together With the hurt and aloneness only God has a notion Of how much my sensibility developed in this medium Hostile to everything even true Life poetry keeps me.

A touch of green. For Eli I look in God's eyes and i see a touch of green just like My Chichi i think i love him but forget about it it's grace And now i grasp that a suffering Child brings more So my notion if we are humans is who will he wed?

Because we're all after the same as Collins says The refuse shall be refused i mean just look at me And maybe there will be a cure until then there's a Hope - Paradise given freely to this genius of pain And the teaching is God puts no conditions to Eli. A Woman's power

A Woman's power is the power of her mind She has no big muscles to show off like the Zoo No big teeth no horns of ivory She is just Her And She has to Mother from the Genesis You have to believe shuch Grace unrequitted

What will the eternal Judgement of such be?

God knows yet i think it will be gentle as ashes The world is a most grievous place to be Son. A world of losers Just because you think you are better than me Doesn't mean you actually are and I too just Because I was taught to think I am a loser Doesn't necesarrily mean I am we all the same Compost that created the cosmos so it's no use To feel superior or inferior all rivers merge into One sea and there is a conclusion: humility And good thoughts for the Men to come after us.

An insular hero A card photograph came in the paper An unknown deep forehead blacktone A man of a Lost century a road walker A wife three to one and 15 book/week Dead because a Stupid American lyric We now Emma gets suspicious again From seventy-eight to seventeen dead A man a face a book three Children The American Boy is now away but We think of the end of e x i s t e n c e Here with the black rats and black Plagues sending us to Better Lives!

Aniston's personal life Aniston's personal life is no one's business but Her own Though we can learn something out of all her tragedy Two boyfriends and two husbands and now it's all done The first two in the 90s-00s and the second pair in the 10s I believe they left because they thought it's easy to find other And obviously it wasn't so that what was it and only God knows How She feels today I mean why a beautiful genius was so Mistreated by Life I don't grasp except a bit of self-assurance.

Aniston’s personal life. Part 2

Motto: When everything is selleble I am a policeman and I am on a trace Because I do not have much space I’ll Just say that Aniston never had a personal She like all Holywood moves on strings Held by those mobsters that arrange even Marriages – temporal or not – and some Innocent some less but anyway She has No Kids to let the 200 million $ after death When television channels are own by Mafia And all those weird marriages and content One cannot but conclude that there's wrong Not to mention now they're to White House Yet of course it wasn't all Mafia and still isn't It's like martyrs and thieves over there all Grouped up the police and the antipolice And they all make movies for soul fighting.

Assuming of guilt When one not know truth on himself Must confess occuring mistakes + More than a juridic book notion m A way of living in the sinning corpse This dialectic cleanses the mansoul And gives it the purity of a mountainbrook With field-flowers and leaves getting yellow in it Assuming of guilt a basebuild philosophy.

Autism I am autistic and for quite a while I realize is no coat of arms But a health issue so I must take care of myself and let others do it too For me it is no tragedy to be institutionalized for a little while Regading the performant treatments and therapy they do on you So definitely I will return to the hospital if God allows with a stack of Bibles This is my life I am ill I need help so that's it I need help And the love of an entire hospital and my beloved Girl

You don't like the hospital? you don't like yourself.

Autumn dandelions There is an isolated Autumn light yellow dandelion flower A branch that survived and adapted and still lost in the Last Glaciation I’ve discovered these late days or remeberance Of Childhood as holy frescoes are the memory of the sacred They lighten the day alone in the calm vegetation ignored By the public like those stubborn late Artists prophets of history The old remember better days foolish as they were then And in Christmas when no flower survives snow heart blossoms.

Awaking

Awaking in the morning is a disappointment for me After in my sleeps I thought I ended with the temporal An uneasy absurd feeling of resuscitation invades And I know I have to rise after a welcome minor death I'd prefer to sleep forever or forever write in sleep Even light can become darkness if it is indiferent To the poor bird in her nest getting her night to rent But my strongest dislike is this life that I must keep.

Beware of Friends Beware of Friends my Childe They your soul would steal Beware of brothers and sisters Too soon enemies for fortunes Beware of yourself one of your worst Beware of God always seeing and perceiving Most of them beware of him the unfinitude spirit Love your Mother and Father more than anything for them you are.

Bleeding Heart A Girl of Glee A Galilee Breast of Smile Silent Chile

She in Love Thunder Jove Never unbrace’d Never wed.

Breath into conscience She wanted to be Loved so I gave her the key!

Then stopped then after realizing we won't birth Again in Love b t village people are way to crazy Furthermore i do not know If She were here But no nasty webside and then the rhinocesaurs Started to blur the silence from the wilderness The village lost His peace everybody suffers I listen to t prayer and walk after my master!

Christian Collective Psychosis Syndrome To Alfred Adler There is something that I encountered and discovered as a grotesque family psychoses In the Christian realm in the bornagain churches where my priests & mother wished not Give me consisting of debasing on the other of the new the stranger on no other reason T being different fr. another church & plain poor orthodox in my case & this made coded so You perceive it and identify it years or decades after when it is too late to repair anything And this affects even the pastors not only the ones that you induce as strangers to service Even your friends or girl friends and the reason is the bubble in which they live and hate To which their fathers teach and a false sense of superiority they have on you & your thus Inflicted named debasement in my case it was when a churchgurl named me h o l i n e s s And her fellow from the end of the youth hall called back a n d m a r r i a g e well I should have Left then and there sixteen years ago but did not understand and even the good pastor Left me by the side of the road so that’s it my answer to Jesus psychosis is psychotherapy.

Compaq Regarding to cars there seem as many options as white clients But on the showboard offers I see many compaq testimonials Actually are so many compaqs seems many drivers led to trade Or I am just exaggerating but I think 1 year Sony T fabricated I am sure t Walkman Walrus will be presented as Man's victory W opium cold drinks at t Metaxa Club & sustained applauses Tesla and Sony will be reseen after the Red Compaq manifesto & Judges will weigh t gravity of Compaq/ trucks in raw-traffic.

Delete!!

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Devotion There’s nothing like a Woman’s devotion With eyes burning amber & you believe Man is the more nothing else – submit To the majesty of your belover again A devotion so real She posseses you With her medieval castle brain princess with her will Abandoned ‘n her thoughts forever You are not lost baby just misplaced.

Dialogue with a Patient Don’t you want to read a New Testament?

I have a New Testament it is a book that You practise not read.

Diamond Heart Diamond Heart Beautiful Hart Sacred together Never apart I believe That you live Your heart's blood Sees me old.

Dryads Singing Can you hear the Dryads singing in the wild?

Like Nightingales or Women who come from Hard work do you feel their tiresomeness and

Want for repose and Love can you hear the Singing? it's all around us look beyond a star Died just to make you smile this is how beautiful You are and the old sit by their windows and Think of better days w/ they were held by Mothers.

Epistle to a Young Portuguese Woman

I went in the field today with my family It was dusty and soon becoming a desert As i have reported before and on the way Towards our house i did what i always Wanted showed him your home place One hundred years ago and covered with The Autumn Grass and dad remarked It was a chilly grove in the field's sun And what i thought it was a blessing To You and your Ancestors that it was A beautiful place of recollected thoughts After the Nut-trees before t Winter Hay. Fire! to the dead, unwed!

I am puzzled by fire paralyzed like a wild wolf glancing it's vainess If it came to me wouln't now what to do try to quench it or call 112 I also fright electricity and railway-stations lost in the darkness After the speed-train leaves huffing and I am very afraid of t weak Everything in t shadow side of life if I met a Persian I think I'd lose And very afraid of Love because Women do not know to take you By the neck and pull you on the watchful alley I am no leader !

And I am afraid of God I consider it to be the ultimate polygraph.

First perception of absud Until the age two years old I didn't love mother Father but mother was happy did not care I took mother for a fool yet She was t engine Of we us and I loved only dad for his poetry

Of rough kisses but that lasted until 2 old When I noticed the family war behind door And then God gave me conscience & heart And it is with what i live do you know this?

Friendlessness The time is to pray in bed But I never spoke to a soul yet And so this inertia counts It is like I begin a millennium Again full of sad friendlessness And make believe at the foot Of icons and the village floats By and all the castles and palace Mingle&dance by mom's dome.

General psychopathy Do you know this Childish feeling when you unexplainable endear Attracted by some pose or virtue fallen in strange treat with hurt And then t Child ignorantly concludes t is mankind unconfessed Everywhere you turn the same orgueil hurts the innocent in Love And then t old thought awaits again of a better world somewhere This nostalgia is an aprioric hidden notion a place of icons Loving Where the general psychopathy will be healed & pridefree silent!

Thus appeared the Ascension experiences to a better soulnspirit In a blakeian world brain alone the night or day unnoticed death Leaving all sin dead after him t poet ascends to t granite temples Living t life he chosed at ten he is not startled by t white waistcoat Even Death comes closer like a Childhood friend smiling smiling.

Going to Heaven If you go to Heaven when your life ends Only then you won until then it's just the Vanity of this life and possibly others not Soul saving On the other hand when you learn a hard Lesson there is another one and another One before you so you are never prepared For dying.

Meaningless talk

For years now I sit in my room and phonecall Family or friends revolted at my meaningless Talk and I remember of another times when We were Kids and stayed all day long outside Talking and laughing we were happy as that CC Catch song says but nowadays people Have forgot the value of a friend or a man I wonder when I will go up to heaven what then?

Hamsters We live like hamsters for two months cooped up In our houses we begin to develop ratlike behavior We get angry sooner and start to be able to love lesser We are hamsters on hamsterplanet and that's it We are isolated and at th behest of our foolish minds Hamster men like in a Pink Floyd postmodern gospel Or a John Updike’s dystopian novel Run Rabbit Run If this continues we will die and change in psyche.

The singing Reed She is the only singing Reed in the World Beautiful and Lean growing in Nightlight She sings with the Latin music of t eyes Conquering you and purest ensloving A Light of old basilicas and hymnals A prayer’s Melody givng high smiles You will never Leave the Night’sSpring Captive in her bow Eyes weep gracely.

Pink master I am ruled by a brain Pink to Red I am in Love you might say really I've met my brain and never sad no My brain's Lobes are two pink Breasts And a Child or Two to feed Sometimes When loving People think of Chiles And a Child is made for Eternity you know They are Born from Red meat w Bible in Mouth Any woman's Womb is as Red as Vietnam flag In the Earth's heralded Cooling we freeze to Love As the Little Matchbox Girl in her Separee wall People need Kisses to Shut down their Mouth

I have discovered a Pink star tonight & t Name So beautiful as a Mother's Grief and her Pilgrimage...

The bait I am God's bait for his all greens vineyard I sleep in the frozen black big iced grapes Practising the teaching before birth in Mom We're all kinds of baits maybe for hate/Love Man captured snake at nights made for hurt The big icon awaits for our last day of Love When dead angels we will kiss t Light 2gether Tell me my Woman where do you herd Ur ox In what sea do you see yourself in my sight If my hand was a Fish would you eat it Love?

He was a Man of Science

He was a man of science unwilling to understand The importance of a poem or another just 'real' Realm and this is why I suffered like Dante He was a man of knowledge and calculus Behaving as a beast of the Aztecs or Pol Pot And the people say Whatever and go get lunch My soul was sold and killed there in Collegium A minor matter I think not I was so mutilated Even now I shudder thinking of those monsters.

Humane condition Humane condition asks for innerhumbleness Elton John is dirt someone else is mirt We all desist in the same compost rebukable The Church has all the 88 keys on it Sin and virtue and in between The Pharisee and the madlene It's not to wondrous to be humane And you won't be appreciated for it ever Until God no change only for worse in the world.

I am a mandolin I am a mandolin Alone in darkness

I exist for the music of the past My strings vibrate in the frost I silence And afraid I desire for meaning but it is denied But i know i come from flowers Like any lime is just a big flower What God can build this dream? *** I believe that being a swan means to know to cross your brow.

I got to try to keep my brain up I was a Child you might say and then reeducated by OlderYouth So got the habit to put my head down perpetual & learn frown So my brain not breathe for twenty-five years God knows why And learnt from a big forehead poet woman we gotta do this Not in hopehop arrogance but with the casualness of Child age To rise like a dandelion and breath threesome before migration.

I've got to the End of my Life I've got to the end of my life Now I'm putting the dot and Start drawing the flowers Model - I am individuated If I only can square things With her family I know what My life is about I knew then When I was writing contrite They say Love is just once And just one and it must be true If anybody sees my baby tell Her tell her that I am home...

It stinks What can I tell you my son is that it stinks No matter how you approach it and you Become an it while during so beware and Don’t do it because it’s like eating dung Humankind has got to evolve so educate Yourself in this A spirit and find new paths For biological development because

We cannot beat the cosmos again I think.

Knight Rachel There was a mighty Knight With a Lesbian heart Down Down Down Downe He had the Finn's Love destiny Mary Jane in Glee Down Down Down Downe First came Sister Death Around his bridal bed Down Down Down Downe Then after a Life came Miss Life And took him for her Wife.

Kiss kiss kiss kisst.

Last Girl I She is the Last Girl in this homophilic world that destroys No one really wants her with Her pomegranate cheeks And natural red mouth like a mouth of kissing stone The pixy on the Danish shore awaiting for Her Love Forever forgotten forever dismayed unloved uncared for The last girl of our age like a protected mountain white owl With her long piano arms red from cooking and fielding Hands potatoes and corn and whet and rye and tomatoes She is an Earth spirit/ She knows the value of a seed.

Last Girl She is the Last Girl in this homophilic world that destroys With her pure pomegranate cheek and natural red Mouth like the kiss of a stone breast with her pine long Arms and piano hair and worked hands cooking and In the fields potatoes and corn mostly and some wheat And vegetables tomatoes and radishes and lost hope For a family in the dying world she vraiment is the last Girl of our age beautiful and ignored mocked & passed-at to She knows to sing and paint and drive and to Childbirth No one really wants this Empress too soft to delicate Like a poppy intense purple flower what is it for but beauty?

Loneliness end

Do you remarble the day of your soaring youth flying through the sky Now when you are alone and alone seem to forver be until death?

Do you remember when the sky was a kissing friend and road a pen For your poetry carnets where did it all go why do you feel so old All of a sudden is it because you’re 38 or because you’re ill and poor The latter I think I was born old for some but it doesn’t matter I Have accepted everything and just wait for my untimely departure For once for good for heaven to be with somebody & loneliness end.

Love out Revenge. A Tragedy I was maybe nine and She was seven And I was really bleak with life objectively So She came and She was beautiful And we kissed under the table This was the tragedy of my life Until today because I realize She loves me Still more than anything you know?

She was Italian and I broke a taboo Now we're both married I think But She still loves me what a Girl After all this time She loves me She loves me but only on her own I see now my mistake and i would mend it And no longer be a Montague but She won't relent It's too late I believe but I would mend my mistake No matter what but what can it be done?

Love So this is Love There are more important things Like birth or a poem.

Masonry I finally grasp at it: masonry – money and splendour We are all asked what you want to be Childe?

But very few become what they intended do they?

No matter how garnet your verse be you won’t be A poet until you die because you’re not a mason Well that’s the world and no use to want it

Better keep your soul and fight for every poem And give masonry a new world is emerging theme.

Masonry

I finally grasp at it: masonry – money and splendour We are all asked what you want to be Childe?

But very few become what they intended do they?

No matter how garnet your verse be you won’t be A poet until you die because you’re not a mason Well that’s the world and no use to want it Better keep your soul and fight for every poem And give masonry a new world is emerging theme From a time and distance I think masons not bad They are some past quijotesque Romantic heroes Dreaming of Camelot and Charlemagne and old Ideas a notionof the Occident as one and truth.

Memory. To CPC to Dr. Zhivago the Dead Innocent I first awoke at 00.00 & in my dream it seemed I fell asleep under my Laptop Then I had a thought and wanted search a video about Karl Marx the philosopher I don’t lie to you Jerry I was terrified but at that moment I was Miss Stewart P&P Then Karl Marx with his Andersenian the-never-of-it and the vision became Memory And I wanted to post it underneath the wikipedia page of that Karl Marx Buddha In which Kina explains softly her dream that was what was I touched Another realm another World an other reality I read 8 on the phone to a friend before bed It all started with At scary but then the dream structure fell more and more soothing And I believe now Aphex Twin and Karl Marx are one in my painly awakening.

Millennial farmer to A Carpenter God I need work everyday maybe to cut the emotional ties to the online world And work for me and my father because it’s all that matters to survive So I’ll do what everybody does and won’t care for an indifferent world All day all night a world that won’t even speak or be thankful for t care And I will make the conscience leap that online or offline just as alone

So I will get of my bed and mend something around the house work And connect with other centuries and millennia & write no book Instead remember of my past to the craft I do and take solstice upon.

On Falling in Love Unexpectedly. An Unloved Poor Girl {} It was one of t Videos t I came across noticing Her beauty She had the face of a Queen but I don't know the Outcome Because something Happened that turned to Compassion I think the Guy that made the Video a real Idiot really She was just a poor Girl trying to Make ends Meet I'll never forget Her everything became so Deep It's a Shame what Happens around Terra for millennia I only was There because I Checked my Infection But really this Girl brought me to Tears like the Prayer God I thank You for not Making me a Goim or a Woman!

Now the World really Fights and Mockes me Still thinking But I remain Trampled as I am as this Unloved Poor.

On Jesus

We know that Jesus is Love absolute Otherwise it would be unknowable t Divinity's reaction to the Chosen people His and his traitors and sedition killers And anyway the Mosaism so far after Jesus Are they damned aren't they who knows I like to believe that Jesus made a cleansing Of all the world but I don't know what will say.

On madness of Love

My dad taught me years ago one thing That most people are crazy coz not Love Hate even but others he answered so Because they Love mama found dad smart I've seen promised land and I can confess

All citizens there are stoned cold madmen Right now I stop Earth sexuality supply And I feel useless maybe a prayer or two.

On not having friends

Not having friends is not as bad as it may seem You don't have to bother with weddings et caetera You have all the time to concentrate on your goals Not yourself and the one who doesn't like you Doesn't deserve you the old folklore saying is It's cool not to have friends no leaches around And pretty soon everybody will be like me like Job So why bother when God's justice is the best?

On not having friends I plead yesno superficialities.

On the Acre of land Song

In my opinion if you wouldn't work the Lan Better not sing the song bcoz it won't work What else is to say stay real do what you know Regards it is a good thing to do pray and work And then you'll hear yourself chirruping more Than Emin of our own folklore of which you'll be Part of it all thet care is what you do potatos or Needlework that's all there is only after these Comes art which must be free careless boyhood.

On the End of the World

Ever since Jesus proclaimed it the end of the world was soon coming In _our_ century century after century winter after each Christmas But I have another view Jesus said in Luke 21 that the end will be When the cosmos will fall apart maybe billions of billions of years From then then will the end of the world be when the wheel of life Will break but that doesn’t mean we are excused from suffering So when the end be we 2019 will already be dead and gone up And billions of years of people will live after us with their own dreams.

On Twentieth Century English Poetry

It's a wonder that quality English poetry exists With all the larger than life vulnerable names On the blackboard women poets dying young Togheter with the Ship of the West it's so sad Yet this were my teachers some still alive n old They have a Hero dimenson these womenpoets Going where no man would go and living tough I think about them & it's enough for me still Orating for them in these Bleak Wind of Being They seem like Anscience Apostles going barefoot In the World like the camelites yet God did not Forgive like he did with me again and now everytime!

Parallel Lives My Grandmother Annie was born three days from now on 11th of May And She was left in the 50s with a stolen Child She was a peasant, janitor, and marmalade factory worker they Put her in the union of woman workers – never remarried I too share her lonely destiny I am 38 to 45 now Annie’s death year And just lie in wait for my departure for a better world Like a certain place to run to when it gets too hard Run from the world even if the destination is a holy tomb.

Poem written on an Ancient Painting

I said to my Love You are Foolish And the Sky was Cheese above me After Easter even the Sheep Loves Only my Lamb is so apart from we I write this here coz i'll know you Read The expression of my Love still unrequitted Not by You but by the Stars beyond A Love that is Tended not Permitted.

Poetic Lifestyle Many people especially the young but old also Get fascinated not with poetry but with one Minor trait of a poet or another and so they Do not love the poems for themselves but for The vice or virtue of the writer well it is wrong!

This is not the meaning of poetry but just be Like a sewing machine or a Mother portrait No matter how dead and eternal they are With gold organs inside them and amber eyes Dark as the brain of Nikolaus Lenau or a stone A special stone a diamond not but opal or Graphite something to draw or write better to write.

Poetry is more like Watercolour Poetry is more like watercolour Like Paul Klee and Joan Miro Mirko Virius and all Children Is like confessive glasspaint Instead prose is more like Sculpture with more vision and Construction and conception And all the hard materials.

Pop culture People should really stop with the pop culture Because it's making everybody really miserable Always a prince and cinders always a plot and Drama and all the hope in the world - for money.

Psychosexuality Temporary craze appears when there’s ill-conduct concerning this matters and at any age No one is excused so we try to settle with the second best and pray like the Gattoparda A brain on the loose is hard to be unplucked from the Galilean Sea heed not the age They may say sex feeds the heart and counseling might get to not decide agitated We are not Ghosts for Clay or Actors b alas people die leaving behind untouched food What I am now is to take my own decision and to choose well I do not want ill Children

The song is Sag mir wo de Blumen sind in an unperfect frame a watercolor under What written real with pencils on the chessboard God I don’t know what to do!

Radar

I have a radar heart mindfeeling the superficialities Of the deep for instance now my mind ponders the Unsung psalm and its meaning and nonmeanings I reached some conclusions but they are hard to Communicate for instance the value of a psalm Or the innerlife of a choir or that critique fear As if it is important when we all know the saying But more important my future is afraid of the USA And to return to the psalm it's even more troublesome A soul going into the depths and all for a vicious kiss It's funny that a charitable person gets so neglectful With her soul well that's lack of wisdom & it shouldn't A friendly damned though humble personable to be Cherished as anybody I believe I don't know what The ending will be but I believe God is preoccupied More with these things humble meekness before sin.

Rebound

I drift every two days from the compass And i have to look out for the Southern Cross and get back on my Love course Rebound to it like to an eternal mountain I sleep every night and dream other worlds I wish not leave in the morning but what is man?

Love and dream unite in me in Lovedream Perpetual like martyrdom but Who cares?

Retrospections More than half of the past aion I lost looking after the star But stars do not love baby so I’m here on my way again

The first thing I’ll do is silence then after sleep work here Clean my observatory and replace my lenses with soul I should be sad may think but life is impersonal and wild Sadness is but to the heart I will work and not clinge to wise I don’t think I am defeated I am defeated like doctors are Or preachers I will stay with God somewehere & wait timepass.

Ridiculous People

Always with Mr. Right always with the right money In the right place with the right car and car keys Such an ignobility such an unLove and yet it's the norm And Kids come along most unwanted hungry And society eats itself on the weaker ones for pay Such a ridiculous world such ridiculous people And if you do not check all the items a stern disagree And unbelief of most everybody in their pettiness.

Rocknroll

What is Rocknroll? I thought it was The rocking of the slave ship in chains But something got lost through the Static or on the way it's Jesus When I see how the church ship Rocknroll got deployed I am saddened For humanity but maybe we can get back To the origin of Mothernroll and saved.

Romanticism They practise t poetry of adultery for XIXs now Geniuses bards fascinating women druids old They find poetry in squelaor and compassion Blessed by the critic public so clean cut strong A new Scritube for a different kind of beauty So fashionable ascending in t young night pubs They write Loved English Error Erebus & Terror

The truth of the new and posterity Ganonica Loved by the idle Queens a some sort of crazy aesthetics Even dead they gleam in their plastic dresses From Lewis Caroll to C. S. Lewis - Wordsworth They lived for t evanescescent Lass folklore writ.

Rose Heart I got to the burning point of the Rose Heart I don't know where I got wrong when Mother Died maybe but I don't think I wrong all in all I just loved and the years passed with wait And calamities with refusal and silence and All the money and meat with cabbage in t World loneliness became my second nature The silence of a girl became of t universe No one really helps me in my sadness you know?

I can see now where the surplus is and why I am a martyr the girl too and the rest won't Get to the vineyard so far I don't care how godly.

Satura

Sine francmasonorum nihil Veritas deus mundi non poeta sine qua non masonus Lamentabilis perpetua furor Semper sestertius accedit Mundo falsum est Misercordia miserere mei tua deus Orbus malus Oratoris orant.

Secret Love

After ages past I love her again in secret In secret even from herself I don't want Even her know again about my Love I'll just keep it to myself and this pages

And it's just that in Sky we enter in trials So why weep Poet when you have the time To Love no matter what and who wants A wedding band after all except Love?

She left at a beginning of Autumn

She left at a beginning of Autumn Leaving me bereft & heaven hoping She left in the first day of Darkness When the West Wind returns home I remained alone in the light tower And now there'll be no Fran no Fred To come and visit or even remember Tragedies are common like t Gospel She returned on the same Day Season Crying for her poor lost little Lamb A Woman’s thoughts are heavenly So I just writ down the pass for Life.

Social Behavior Populations Study to the Matchbox Girl I believe in God but at times I act differently like I really don’t Maybe my schyzofrenia cuts deeper than even I can imagine Once I answered a psychological test of over 100 questions & it’s strange t I deal with ideas & words yet can’t know truth Today world is more civilized so I should be grateful to light Like the cross is a stained-glass but of what colour you know?

Social Behavior Populations Study are not understood now We know we will know what’s in mind of man eating a flower!

Society cold & God’s suspect refusal

I just reread The little Girl with Matches And I saw myself as in my Childhood Alone unloved unwanted hated despised Mocked and laughed at suffering you know?

I only want, I only want to die things could Have been good with me but now it's all Bleak so I wait death like Mihai Eminescu And my Grandmother to relieve me from you I say never underestimate a prayer and there’s More – it’s like God avoids me like anyone else Because he knows he will have some answers To give so he keeps me in the terrarium bereft.

Still Alone

She is still alone you see because She is in love with the black roses Of books and her brain gets bigger And bigger She can go past the S Still alone because She loves me In this unfair world she is alone But still dreams unite us like death And someday will meet me again.

The 30th of June 2014 Star Meaning Finally I think I know the meaning of the 30th June star Just Venus and Jupiter as in a symbolist poem It means primogenity without closure I don't know if I expressed myself well A mankind reached through synthesis This is God's destination For the next time But will we fulfill?

The Ace. to myself Family was not ready for such a talent family is embarassed They would have better sing their Musicescu and mourn their prayers And ta+dam the miracle expostulated from inside God it is too much Too many notes too many books to many mahoganies mahon malone Too much talent in this little bird unneeded unwanted Better would She have been a proffesional seamstress And you never know if art wouldn't put the Fathers in a bad city light

So let's end with this Madonna here in the church on his responsibility Only now at the last verse I realize I write Janko Muzikant...

The Annulment I don't know what I can write here because I really don't want to hurt anyone's feelings It's just a poem of an annulment not of marriage But of a person in his very soul and being That's just what it is and it's useless to look for reasons Some people are good some people are bad some In between anyway it hurts the words poured like scourge On you for no real reason just a lot of stress and misdirection.

The Architect His name is Ciof Octavian Paul An MD two years older than me and The Architect of my personal tragedy He together with other boys Mutilated my spirit & beat me Go to Nădăștie and find the reason Anyway now for me is too late I cling for years to another architect Eliza as last chance for me.

The Avatar

My name you will never know you see forever alone anon I feel like walking on an electrical wire like a purple crow I’m falling and ascending in the road of the gutters and house And the fields rot there in my memory with hawk and mice My heart is a plathian engine alone in the diamond night What I care was lost from birth but I know can be right If only I resist the avatar & his boo will get cold pine diadem And I will write a letter say You should root for Ur Son, Shem!

The Band Break For almost 20 years the band called YouTube ruled The Earth well that era came to an end people now Want to think for themselves what they need and

Don't want some haidouks to make their brains cream All day and all night long the Earth is tired of enterTainment and ordinary Man gets smarter so what do You bring Google 2 14 2005 in hopes i will grant Ur Request more rotten meat? With t frost Man gets purer So mas cuidad or lest you will get caught on Ur web And then you ask the peoples you've hurt in Your Drunkness to pray for you and only a winter sleep Will cure you and no more wars get to Ur senses Man! The beatitude of sleep

It is called the beatitude of sleep After a long day or hard life it is The brain leveler and the rocket Taking you to innercosmos and Its wonders and angels and St.s You do not suffer in sleep nor death If the Gods are good to you like me You finally leave this miserableness So with what other visa or mastercard Can you tempt me when I hold the sky In my hand like a leaf of grass dew Heaven is loaded with people too.

The beauty of pain I've almost been sensible to the beauty of pain And made my mistakes because of this now I 've seen the boon of them all and no descriptions Just her melancholia is socked with feromones And loneliness She is like and underwater glacier But I have a wedding band tattoed on my hand That means I have only one bullet like the bee This didactic poem is for you wayfaring stranger.

The Black Rocker A Child of Old

Beautiful Chile W/End untold Gay & Wilde He waltzt t Lan Romantic Smile Beautiful Mann G'ardin't Smaille A want of Death Was all his Wish To be just Breath To Freaks t Leash I askt of him While up t Roads "He jumped!" he dream' Mind full of Toads.

Paclisa, 2020 The Broken Clipper I am a thrift broken clipper that sailed outside the sea For hundreds of times until getting lost in the Sea of Galilee Remained there forever brought by the sick Persians Broken in the Glacier of the Lake under the sight of t See Girl of the sand walks the stones in me hold my body there In the arms of the peasant ku-ing promising as to a toy 'I shall take you and repair you!' - a toy became held by a Child - wisdom I asked instead what I feel I get Home.

The Child martyr. 96+98 recollection I am the Child martyr Down a downe downe downere Humans are nonhumane Down a downe downe downere Like those Viet Nam kids Down a downe downe downere I am the Child martyr Down a downe downe downere.

The Codrant

Last summer I found a Catholic Codrant With the year of Saint Therese death Written on it of course is one meaning on Saint Therese took me as her protege Right there on that field road i walked Without end like Margaret Taylor with Same thoughts of Love and Loss so I am grateful today I do not fear Life.

The Crossword Puzzle Lady

We are soulblocked Milady in the rebus of our Past There was a witch who turned a Mother's ideal into A stupid Wordplay and the Faith of a Little Child To threads and ashes until Heaven Revisited 61.

When E is A and Emma is suspicious and the brother - {Aborted} we are soulblocked since Eternity What have they done to you cried the rascal Upon t proffessor's body turning2dead still warm.

The crowded church seemed empty until you came

The crowded church seemed empty until you came You walked before the assembly to your place With an empty stool next to you and i was bewitched Like in front of a miracle like before mary's shy show Five years have passed and i haven't seen you But thought at you and Loved you perpetual What's gonna become of us my little god?

Maybe in spirituality we will meet again and heartbeat again.

The Dead Freight Car Love is like a Railway Station.

When in Childhood I used to go to the exit of the City To an abandoned Train Car made one hundred years Ago I entered in it and wished to see an engine car

But took what I got like Hucleberry Finn and was okeh Now thirty years later myself became like fourty oldsteel Freight Cars cause no friend would get in waiting for My engine an engine for a dead freight car I am an alive Engine over the snow of my heart alone in cold rain.

The Death of a Child

The death of a Child is the worst thing they say And it must be true i guess this is why I won't have Children not today in these terrible years no way It would have been nice but it's wiser not so maybe This is the meaning of the second Star no more Children beware you are all in danger God knows Best when he says something in writ or heavens It's sad so sad I could weep if I handn't always.

The ELVIS Presley Church!

Usually White Girls R more civilised Church & School & back Home That's why they are bothered by all kinds of tycoons from t hot SE Exporting industry music anything but all t a White Daffodil wants Is a flower-yard before a House of Children & not get it nowadays Anymore and is what The ELVIS Presley Church! is all about Love!

No drugs no drinks no cigarettes no running around no drama Only tragedy no tiger smiles except in Kindergarden & one Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love...

The Girl of 40 {Life as Love and Left} She had no luck maybe got left in t middle of pregnancy & wed With a toddler & a future birth to face alone t Girl of 40 - Unfair World thinks She while closing the Pentium at work and drags Home to another day and night until morning it's Kawabata in Reverseness the beauty of the sad friends pity her some pray What the future will be when she suffers so much blind to light Who understands man priest or enchanted beast holy evangelist Now aloner She is than before & sometimes need sound advice.

The Guitarist

to Yenne Lee Someone said while hearing She plays with the Classy classical guitar but I feel not I perceive She works on it like a peasant ploughing frets And seaming endlessly at white plastic strings I really do believe is the best video around the Planet not just any kind of guitar but exquisite And from Mr. Segovia I haven't heard as clear Notes on an ordinary guitar so I think She great That French song played by a beautiful musician.

The Innocent Forest Lil' Alice Brook walks in the sombre violet Of the gleaming with old bugs innocent Forest of the dwarfs and mischievious trolls And the fairies as small as a rose flower T'is hour of intimate supplcation and hill Asleeps with all it's Queendom sky blue We walk in the show of our New Lives Holding hands up the stake Lighthouse We'll need a Prayer for future Happines The bread cart in the morning feeds us As never before here in the plain hamlet Between there is the Lake Art Cathedra Spoken with the bad Witch of Some Place And She confessed She don't want disdain At the end of day and night what matters Man? She said except the Life - protected!

The Northern Child

I am the Northern Child since beyond birth Always refused denied and desisted a shell A curiosity for you to pick up for awhile look And throw in the see the funny thing always Was that I thought it was my fault for it for The refuse of the world I am a damned man

An F marked poet I live another LifeDecade For not wanting to sign with great Asmodeutz But in my northern room my poetry tenders.

The Owl. A Random Installation

It was night and I saw on the wall an owl Drawn in shadow and light from two jars Placed on the calorimeter with three Toothbrushes in them one and two as The glassy bird's horns as She was seeing me And I knew right then I was going to die After the assuring mama's owl dream before death You cannot fight an owl even painted in China ink on the wall.

The Peripathetics

They walk together on the same street in their friendship The future and the past freezen eternity just two girls walk In my pilgrimage i recognize the future like in one moment But right next to him there is my eternity my guardian And i don't know who's walking with whom and i fret I need to get away this is not me i'm going home to my mama And talk about myself it is stupid but i feel just like a bonsai Of some kind like a lime all flowers and pain i don't love you i'll say.

The Poor Boy

I am that - poor in wealth and poor in spirit With wonderful dreams every night for now Ascension to the heavenly realm of God But rejected and mistreated and mocked By ones who should have soothed my wounds Who once named me their brother alas In this capitalistic world what hope is there for Love?

I'd Love one answer but that answer is shut And maybe the world hasn't changed at all

Since the holy kingdom city state of Mari With it's quirky priest-king a godly man But still a king a ruler an emperor a Man I am not that I'm just the average poor boy You meet online nowadays and I really Love her But what's the use except a flood of poems To my Muse? This Love forbidden until Sky. The posse

They get together in secret connections Like the freemasons to accept and reject No matter how much poet you R not ours' That's the Urteil so why bother let them be In their nothingness the drunk grinning posse Of every published poem book prize comment Should I say more is it over? I'm a underdog Poet and maybe this is Poetic Ethics i'm gonna Leave these Giants but not my nation not in Sky. The Prophet has Spoken The Prophet has Spoken Felix has spoken beaten With words and humiliated It will not remain the same All your money won't save you from God And his Judgment all your arroganceful power Will amount to nothing or even worse The Prophet has spoken again And I see the women at the corners mocking And the fishermen at the lake honking But the Prophet has spoken And things will not remain the same And all the evil people will be plucked out Like nothing forever Because the prophet has spoken So hear the words of the prophet in your ashes And misery and repent from the evil of your brains And God will let you dwell in his places ~ maybe.

The Selfless Army. Poem I just wntd to be a Poet a writer & philosopher at most in my Childhood 2nd or 5th grade even younger

Yet i discovered i am considered a soldier of faith and i am feared as the soldier in a selfless army And manhunted and betrayed and sold and bought at the market as a slave and sent to another exile They have ways of waging war with me and my mind and my heart and hide their snares near me But i am no gun soldier if it s true i am a military i am a syringe and good thoughts soldier trying to heal I am more of a military priest in my bornagain confessions and i can say to my enemy if you continue to The way you have chosen so far and reject God and kill me and every true mouth u’ll end a cannibal Because God will get even further from u and this is not about me is about U and Ur bad hidden deeds.

The talker {poem book} 2020+ The talker The talker the chalker alone in dark matter Sits in t auditorium of his spirit himself heard The talker the walker empty like ballsoccer Yukhatangue alone bride dressed in wolf and glee Tale of prophecy of one's spirit be raven alone Even flight of bone spirit beauty and mourn Eagle in sky's cage man in rat's rage and Silence of the wings speaking with the wind Silence is flight abideness is might bear is right.

The Crucifiction Any guitar is a crucifixion and they know it the guitar players Benigne or spleenly but that's the idea you grow a branch on Which the song or the soul is crucified another thing what else JD is walking on diamonds without even knowing it but doesn't matter There is something fictionesque in singing with a guitar in Hands Like in a whale hunt you know you will never pursue ouside your bed So a plus or a cross take it what you want was the rnr nowadays dead as The Owl postmodernism.

Fur Elise I sometimes wondered if Fur Elise has any words and if so what are they?

Or is it just some piano fiddling for a young beautiful tragic Girl Of the 1800s the age that built the Pogany castle in decay by robbers and vagrants now But I will never know lest some musical mentor lets me know the fact of it Now it's night and I am afraid to fall asleep I dreamt Marx and timetravel in a row So like the drowning man I clench of a thought of a song of a forever dear dead Three notes remain in my literary concerto with its chords and naturals We didn't find out about Ludwig van Beethoven's piece Should we never find out about the oratorios of our souls?

Memory. To CPC

to Dr. Zhivago the Dead Innocent I first awoke at 00.00 & in my dream it seemed I fell asleep under my Laptop Then I had a thought and wanted search a video about Karl Marx the philosopher I don’t lie to you Jerry I was terrified but at that moment I was Miss Stewart P&P Then Karl Marx with his Andersenian the-never-of-it and the vision became Memory And I wanted to post it underneath the wikipedia page of that Karl Marx Buddha In which Kina explains softly her dream that was what was I touched Another realm another World an other reality I read 8 on the phone to a friend before bed It all started with At scary but then the dream structure fell more and more soothing And I believe now Aphex Twin and Karl Marx are one in my painly awakening.

Settling Always settling always finding a new aboding place Always fighting our enemies always hoping for the day I try to imagine it retroactive the places we've been & Came from some named some uncertain like the Turks Or the Gaelic ballad or the God of the Goths unmaimed This became our life settling after settling after settling Still part of us is from here with the purest Ottoman Luxembourg blood in us just peasants from Trajan still We were in a constant migration w t sheep and Schytes.

The blue shirt. Impressions on a certain mama's death celebration It was the 21st of July 2019 and I set to go for the second Thyme as in 2017 to the home of my Lover to speak to her But instead I spoke only with her mother a rich luxurious self-imposed abusive character I didn't tell her what day it is and She misused me a bit Telling me that her Daughter is about to get married to some guy and that She has Her friends I told her that no matter what my attitude won't change and then something happened She gave me a cardboard box with two coffins of long cereals and chocolate Telling me She took it because She thought a poor man was asking for alms Because in the Love's hurry I've taken Father old jeans and blue shirt.

If I were a boy. The poem The Hong Kong singer plays t microphone as a nuclear missile An archaeology of was and potential disaster She beyonces Her name is uncertain I knew it once though She voices China And it's true btw but I tell you when She took t mic up in the sky It was beyond comprehension I mean art ut pictura poesis but How much 5 thousand years in one Girl and her voice eternal Good for an amethyst record to be sent on Vega in the Lyre Well now the show is over & I don't think I'll ever see Will again Though She sings like Tatanka Yotanka's white horse forever.

A man and his horse A Roma a Gypsy you might say unwillingly though he’s as white as you white bread A genuine talent for horses and music for one thousand years long since Mongolindia He walks down the street dragging his horse after him like a priceless Child of Guesses Offspring to be cherished and loved and adored and looked after like a weeping Baby ‘Hey, hoe, hey’ he says easily to the horse as they return on the empty street I live on The two of them wait for something in this April afternoon in the nut-tree sheep street Other horse people top by the white star on the horse’s forehead of ebony mahogany In the street the horse is the centre of attraction and he understands humans behavior The man I know since ever is happy in his rough life with his newly summer zero haircut.

The trickster Plays his own version of Guajira on some instrument mostly 2nd hand guitar In the street just asking for your little change a five USD would be perfect He is te trickster always asking you to do what he never tried or cared about I won't deny his poorness in spirit formostly for not going to work or study Always with the same stupid guitar and harmonica hanged on him Thinks he's that Bob Dylan artefact without Bob Dylan's ugly friends And I miss you is heard now on every club woofer in the world wide web A mooche always borrowing or asking for when not stealing this is the trickster Plays his own version of Guajira on some instrument mostly 2nd hand guitar.

Last Girl She is the Last Girl in this homophilic world that destroys With her pure pomegranate cheek and natural red Mouth like the kiss of a stone breast with her pine long Arms and piano hair and worked hands cooking and In the fields potatoes and corn mostly and some wheat And vegetables tomatoes and radishes and lost hope For a family in the dying world she vraiment is the last Girl of our age beautiful and ignored mocked & passed-at to She knows to sing and paint and drive and to Childbirth No one really wants this Empress too soft to delicate Like a poppy intense purple flower what is it for but beauty?

Last Girl I She is the Last Girl in this homophilic world that destroys No one really wants her with Her pomegranate cheeks And natural red mouth like a mouth of kissing stone The pixy on the Danish shore awaiting for Her Love

Forever forgotten forever dismayed unloved uncared for The last girl of our age like a protected mountain white owl With her long piano arms red from cooking and fielding Hands potatoes and corn and whet and rye and tomatoes She is an Earth spirit/ She knows the value of a seed.

On Securitate. To Iuliu Maniu I tried for a lifehurt to grasp Securitate and I hit the power Always the argument of the clenched fist and baseballbat But now they prove themselves powerless and afraid The Mighty Mutts of our Age always drunk and beating And cursing thanks God for corona that we see now Who’s in charge – God – and that’s all that there is about Them no thought no remorse no regret only alcohol And terror for 73 years now ought to wrap them up And for one time I will say I am not afraid of them.

Two Eagles and a Guitarist Look two Eagles in flight above us in the Sky And a quirky Guitarist knowing all the 400# We forgot about Easter this year almost most Of us the Eagles and the Guitarist sing in Sky At the beginning of a tragic decade Jesus is The name again and his Beatitudes of bloodwine The wings are large covered with eyes and keys Good for the Seraphim to sing at as a Lyre + This words I'd wish most to send into space...

The Vesper in 9 moves I am you Daystar you are me Vesper Decades separate us like brick walls We are in Sighet Morse signaling I-am-your-Love ; You-are-my-Love Now people shared our life for 2 months Once I wrote I am desperately in Love 8 years ago in 2012 that is a long time Now i'm jaded whatever that means I just wait for the moon to rise in 5 years.

The martyr What's a martyr well my Father is a martyr More even than Stephanos the first martyr

A master and a martyr of faith and blood So what's left of your B+24 Liberators now?

The gnats of death buzzing over Bucharest Like in Jules Verne but so real and hard Like a life passed under the shadow of t bomb And here we are refugees among the simple And heretic that will won ever understand.

The Twelve Years I was Crucified

I was crucified for twelve years Since 2008 to 2020 one year For each apostle writ in Heaven That happens what can you do?

Now my life is over and i never got One explanation from the Lady It does not matter I was born to suffer But i hope in Heaven God to ooze me There must be a sense in everything Like in hs I suffered two years one for Each Testament.- Corinthian is weakness I pledge Pallas Maria for consecration.

The World Wide Web Rats gnawing on the wires?

The Internet, 2010 The Internet really is a place of all iniquity The damnation of the nations it should stop The Security of the US of Corinthians Corrupting the pure and innocent through So called modern art really for money and junk And so it is the CIA or Maybe FBI too junkyard A world wide web of secret cold study of Man A torture for the lonely intelectuals, No God. Written on it maybe we could have or make A better Internet until that day we should Find our solace in the Gods and our souls The time of freedom rings truth everywhere!

Their Dogs of War

To explain myself! I bother important rich people For a Girl - my Girl - and also theirs so they need And started to crush me - for years. They have The media of an entire church to be my enemy With their dogs of war all with his specialty and Against me because I am poor and sickly you see This lasts metaphorically for twelve years and The top dogs are viciously against me what can you do?

I am and feel cyberbullied by this rich Christians From their corporate gig and the pastor even has A deal with myself to hit me for forty days until I break Like a fortress wall an omilia of hate & despise & rejection They are not a church more than a corporate an organism With one schizoid brain and one hundred instruments Each with it's own purpose from scalpel to lightsaber One billion trumpic fingers pointing at you in all directions Always eating Delicatessen always best Linux computers And the weird games from mind Monopoly to soul Mafia the same Notions and same pots of money and money asking Namely I'm going to Mary so why worry about Mamona?

Times are a bad Times are a bad Haven't you heard Times will change Never Only in God Love that you had Will resurrect Forever Everything is tainted Every soul painted

Or so it seems to me 'N my day of misery.

To my Inlaws. A Poet's Will

To my inlaws I leave the rest of what I have to live on Earth Alone or not with the codicile that they will have to return it To me in eternity without the fancy tax collecting stuff I say Here that I Love their Daughter with all their rich demerits And that I know that at least in Heaven She will may express Her Love to me so I am content and at peace with Life in Rest I wait for a final getting together in God so I will hear From him not man what I have done wrong all this I leave...

To the Lover

I need You to take care of me I wear a crown of lightnigs You should come to me An anchor at the depth I know i hurt you but now I need you more my religion Please love me and not leave me I'm all tears anymore.

Today I exited my midlife crisis After 6 years of speaking to Camila And quarelling today with her first Bang bang bang bang yadda yadda And it hit me I just needed a Child So from now on my only care remains The know how of making a good decent Fire during winter in the fireplace That is all and I'm still in Love I got it all.

Tonya's Musings

We will all see each other on the outer side Away and out of this cosmos somewhere In the place of confessions and joy and regret Where all kindness and truth will be known So why weep for any iniquity still prevailed on us here?

When sky awaits us with all its beatitudes and forever Why should be hard to endure the present pain?

When in an instant everything will be forgotten you know?

Toypoem You are just a Child so you must beware Of sharks of wolf of the enemy Just pray each night and morning And cross your bosom at mealtime You are so young and know not of them The wicked the bad the illwilled I pray you’d never make them your friends Nor let them ruin you as they did your Father.

Truth

Here's the thing I fell in love 12 years ago With the Daughter of some mobsters alas I don't have money I don't have health So they don't conceive my evolved Love I write to Her most any day but no answer It's like they forbade her to answer me To write the truth I die alive in this etat d'ame I love everyday with a frail hope that maybe And no one cares in this world of money It's long since I had a friend on Facebook I feel expendable this is what my Love lead to A number on the chess board an A on the blackboard And i'm waiting for the charade to end and die And there in a better world hear the truth about Being Loved or not and then see what is to be Love impossible in the world of Money to wit.

The unfinished poetry I share with my Father He takes your heart - I know him well CC Catch, 86 Please remember I do not want to upset you I just write links Universe big round glass presspapier yellow & blue porpora I try to write my name on a book but pages are wet unprinted I try to present myself but the therapist too tired judges sleep I pray in the stadium waiting for a deja-vu miracle a quietbird I cannot be known understood forgiven by victims as guilty So we share stocks to the same retribution of a forever guild With faces carved on guldens of course we cannot be unnote I see brain as a blackbox to some divine server All comes from I just write links Please remember I do not want to upset you.

Virtue & Democracy I believe in virtue Mom taught me home/ school I belong to the republic rotten dead w/ LastKing Now with mama gone for nine years I wait w/dad For a disciple & a teacher a master of tall study I just believe t men of Liberty cannot free d/selves Looking back I do not know how twelve or nine Sixteen or seventeen years have passed in t Sea Virtue means to not hurt anybody democracy too!

My songs are small but composite I wit for God! +++ What's it like to Dream Just to sit in your bed and sleep in the silence of the cosmos whirpool Tell me what's it like to Dream To not fear of tomorrow or the Past To sleep like a rock of black Salt in quietude of a village home and to dream your Tears away...

When my Friend closed

It came in an instant my friend closed down her shack Now i look there and there's nothing there not even fog I won't ran after her on another star you know i did have Already feel that She left and didn't She returned She is invisible like God I just have a funny feeling like losing a locket a candle A flower like losing a mother who bore me c r y i n g

At a March End It's funny after everything closed i feel Her downhere In the ramshack with the chickens and egg stars She asks the same first question and i try to help her in My tired Mind.

White dolphins We are two white dolphins in t middle of Childhood We recognized each other on the sight - too young Your eyes are the I of a cetaceous lost in Earthnature You do not know your feelings some good some sad I am sometimes a miriapode star under a mountain You are the only pure Love I've ever met more more More for you or because of you I learnt to love Terra & t Villages coz your picture eternal in God's library + Just like Moby Dick everything is you in my cosmos I do not undestand what you are you are hidden Like a meaning found in the shower-rooms you are The spirit of Scotland from beyond to beyond here In my bed & brain like a dragon seen in t bluegreen A slave to Kings gentler than they we are t proof That dolphins hurt in the depths of the Sea of Galilee All too alive & biblical short-circuited by Jesus Jove.

Why I Really can't Play my Guitars I have four guitars but I really can't play any Because I'm not interested in making music Like playing the organ does not do it for me The flute or harmonica I just don't like it music Helped me through young age strong crisyses And that was that I remained a listener as taught In the family from Pavarotti to Beethoven in reverse So that's it singing bores me too I only like listening Because it's like connecting to someone else's soul Worlds to discover and Words to learn this way Music is passionate but I don't care am not interested Into my own music and do not get anything out of it To me even in jazz it became all this senseless buzzing And classical is no better just some harmonious noise So maybe Kant was right about music as the lowest art Or maybe I just don't have the gift that may be an issue.

Words written at the Funeral of my Lover to Harper Lee It’s time to take down a flag and leave it here on the Antarctic front A star has died and we need march on our way of return home A lover has died but this happens everyday so I need not feel cut The ones alive need remain by this cross a moment and think What was worth in this past century of feelings and turmoil of soul In this day when everybody speaks I remain under the oak under The cloud under the fixe to build a fortress for my tortured spirit B in this season of sad we will be hopeful not in words b son.