| Never been in city Noir, kind of lured to see your place - no detail should be ignored: whether shaking hands or a gaze... not a lot of words or actions, only thoughts intend to turn into feelings and emotions to attract excitement's thorn... clinging at the edge of essence, walking between scenes of crime, playing a hapless grifter presence, you detect the private eye... like a policeman, plain clothes, found the evidence - a card! a gift of poem's enclosed - witty, excellent and smart. | |||
| ...crumpled, squeezed in stagnation, skeletal muscle cramp, stunned by objective reality, repeating itself with persistence of spam, processing the present through the rhythm, found in Phillip Glass music - thirds and triads ostinato - pause - to hear the pattern pulse. Another reality an encounter, a synchronicity sign - the hungry coyote... a trickster, shape-shifter, transformer, high sensory wired, no tricks between us, we often contrary surrounded by buzz: too brave - a form of fear, a loud laugh or prayer, and weeping while happy in sync. Instincts. Trust them every split second, filled by breath, absorbed by new flare, of lost essence... what is that? how it tastes? firm? - we will fight it, soft? - not worth to attend. Burping, sighing, clinging for peaceful intent to deliver an instructive story, connect with reality here to teach us the endurance in a face of delay without acting, just stay to keep an energy and breath steady, to listen to any alternative thought... we need the pause, the silent mode. | |||
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What a sense of living? How to change the pattern? All world's moving nowadays for worse or better. 'Just wanna this beach NOW!' it feels...it sounds...how? Memory brings old times' vacations, trips... Traveling train uploading passengers, platform's crowded, my mom - the proud one, loud applause, first time I'm on the trip alone. A conductor announces: the train departs, greeters, please, leave the cars... I'm waving goodbye to the inner child of mine, that granted time, lovely, forgotten... Tight coupe, calming tea in the glass with coasters, strangers become closer, sharing the toasts, the talk and good luck, playing the cards... Taking the nap under the lullaby: steady soft rhythm orchestral wheels... crossing the border security cry during the night: 'stand up where you are' - and back to the dream... sleep till darkness, swallowed by dawn, burning sparks imprinted in glass picture of window frame in transitional traveling train... | |||
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Short day. So bright. Closed blinds. The sun's so high between the lines, meridians at North Hemisphere here, my skin gets dry, I feel a thirst of all cells, squeezed to smile and enjoy new makeover... defragmented... the small bits, stuck behind a diaphragm, knock in my heart - lower back pain, inner child cry, being archived, now released... under the skin new DNA crystal grid been activated - the flower of Life... now, ready to fly, hitching to rising sun my sled... riding with the natural course of events in New Era! | |||
| Aka vessel of wine the red strongest extract filled the body of mine your holistic impact kid me - not: couple cups kept the flame of possession, when you worked to release an inflammation in a session to restore the balance, and to ground an approach wooden board served as a scale for reality coach. | |||
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You think... if only everything could happened like in your dream: the right key on the right time open all the doors, and on the other side your world accept all rules and rituals for happy life... would you be satisfied then? for how long? guess.. until you catch the magic new spark at the corner of your eye... | |||
| ...next comes Cupido, full of Love, reminds about feelings, asking out, and begs: do not give up, be open to receive the Love is beckoning to you at very next fork at the road... | |||
Mild cold,
should the weather has excuses...
snowfall forecast as accurate
as Maya's data!
Winter vigorously introduces
new snowflakes design
by divine author.
Pine trees - boasters,
stretching prickly twigs,
strew the white invite
to crows,
pointing to
snow decor antiques,
wrapped in a cozy
winter clusters.
Too much snow,
piled up by the wind,
cars're snow-bound,
dreaming of new
winter tires,
slightly drifting as if
boats at the piers
at the boulevard
of false believes,
gone in eternity
the happy trials...
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Sunday pattern, wrapped in the fog, paint an images in sepia tone, plunge the brush in the heart, soaring above the clouds... a courage raises, prompts to a pathway, down, where hectic events are unfolding... overwhelmed, the crows, trying on different voices, wearing foreign hats, rehearse the main choral at the portal of new dimension... ...emerge, come to surface all, who can... trying to sort celebrities and not - test the intellectual boundaries, built to check, who dare enough to destroy them... the soul exhales freely - Saturn moved away from my sign - I'm risking to chase love and life - it's never felt so exciting... whatever the thought - insights arrive with one horned Pegasus... | |||
| I left the town... unspoken words, just sun and salt, engraved in my soul. Inflatable boat, taken for lease - grimacing smile of joy and caprice. Invisible anchor pulls blinded heart down... Life goes on - a sunset, a dawn,... | |||
...being a hound,
questioning every bush:
where to go?..
Punctured by threading rain
with needle precision,
hunting for evidence of crime,
hounded by sounds,
signs synchronicity,
tangled in the mazes
a forest sanctuary...
Smell the fire
illegal pleasure
for skilled dexterity -
whatever cool down!
Pail the water
to blow out a fire
in timely manner -
not engaging scenery...
Best result prompts
be rewarded,
innocent people
don't have to suffer,
specially when you are
the detective,
sir Sherlock Holmes,
an esquire.
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| Arriving on time, taking the training - success - 96% - ready to serve... Learning calms down, but a shore disappeared... not for weak nerve - midst of something wonderful... 5D at least... wired around crystalline catalyst DNA, class B or A? for driver maturity take the group to discover the troopers and heroes to write in an scroll of epoch the happy moments of revelation about the life simplicity... | |||
| Surfing on the reefs, illusive waves - the sky is smiling... Someone has to leave, for other -safe to stay for while... Dream blue water rolls in salty shells the seagull cry song... Lifetime longing call - too deep the well - who hit the gong?.. | |||
| Night butterfly in a half-lit room searching for source of an enlightenment, entangled in sheets, revealed sudden wings - black on white, an insatiable will to set on fire Universe with this shift of power, - the witch craft? the star demon, who devours people? - she camouflages in black butterfly to stay incognito... in harmony with a steady unceasing cicadas choir, replaced daytime noise, - feel paradox of sparkling life! | |||
| Mid fall dress, puzzled faces, way up hill almost done. Timing quest, walked the traces life embossed in my plan. Pulled the hood, squeezed the temples, focused thoughts evening cold. Life unfolds- way up simple- if you serve soul call. | ||
| a little tragedy of falling drop, not mentioning to die, but just to get to point to reach the floor, to cover... the dry with wet, the thirst with water,- the weightless worth of sacrifice despite the gravity of core, when ego - oneness with a soul... unceasing willingness to sate, fulfill, to be absorbed with no will, to be continued in the loop of nature... | |||
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soaking tea bag in the cup of hot water, imagine us catching the scented star, stirring inside with lemon-moon 'what if', honeying the sour source, longing to soar, finding a zest in every wee second, pulling the cover of cozy escape, witnessed a surreal scenery beckoned, - vanished in no time riding the wave... | |||
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Under the spell of gray sky, falling leaves're rustling... the gossips of summer wrap me with cloak of bombing petards, somewhere inside me crying secretly nestling... fragile, touched by fall withering, splitting apart... Low swollen heavens send nimble spy-drops to track me... rapidly forward, mentally weighting the beats I find the solace: the voices are fading, leaves are returning to fall storybook for retreat... | |||
The day has come
to shake those
pesky clouds
to pull the silver lining
to discover
the purity of novel sky,
vulnerability and depth
of first confession
of true love,
forever touched
the heart, forgotten
to flutter, as if
a newborn butterfly...
an aspiration
all of a sudden,
the alter voice
is breaking up...
the rendezvous lasts
in the silence...of
circulating vibes...
the new dawn spark
enchants my soul
as I push through
the solitude
with a song of lark:
the heart gets arid
and shrinks at all
if doesn't answer
kinder call
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| Climbing blue hills... more stories revealed with hide and seek secrecy moving, appealed to children inside us, who like to explore all different characters vibrant galore, but we've been trained to quash and avoid the true little voice, dissolved in the void... The frisky sunbeam touches the sky, we recognize the face in disguise... Forgive for forgetting the truth who we are, being not us, not reaching for stars... Forgiveness prayer we're chanting today - the ritual of burning our past self decay. Even knowing the water'll absorb the all that not scorched - with ebbs and flows, we sporadically, but become better us not only knowing, but fulfilling divine commands. | |||
| "People don't live, they store,- she said,- this noise - upsetting... They move from room to room - gigantic steps are killers - transposing furniture from corner to the center with squeals, swear words. How can I help them? - thought I could... - by living peacefully my life... I love my world",- she smiles... | |||
| a desert of crunching sand grains on the teeth, mixed with time lost gray days mist, newborn cells death in the solitude self, one long cry of million rains teardrops, filled one big melting pot, overflowed by hopes, dropped in the black hole of unknown worlds, a burnt bowl of unused flames, and reveries of minstrels, playing flute on the avenue of crossing days and nights, healing lights, moved lost souls to find the way to fulfill fate, the life purpose. | ||
| ...walking through the prairie with no trace to follow, watching full moon grow, rolling with the wind, my soul's moaning... intertwining with sand, irritated eyes're crying, dazed ringing ears... I'm longing for water... delusion appears... ...two staring eyes drill a hollow tunnel, accompanied by howls of wolf guidance: not fighting things, but accepting once, and taking as shadows within the core... don't look back or as in old fairy tale you will turn in a stone... let a flame of frustration to add the thrills, arrive in fifth dimension, in sparkles of screen, magic portal, invisible door, forbidden till now... when you've reached the shore... enter the mystery by drawing only to you familiar the secret code... the calling | |||
| This fleeting autumn shows its quarrelsome temper, teased with golden, but left us red leaves, squeezed in cold hand of wind with parchment faces, with wrinkles of losses, the chronicles, written in world sanctuary by time's scribe in ancient script 10 lives ago by ...me being oracle - now recognizing no symbol, nonsense, only feels in the veins vague desire to stars, to nature, story telling beacon, like native with naive characters inventive, but broken, holding the trust in me, the oracle. Hopes, believes and stories - cascading as brooks between hills, through the hurdles to bring the purity of healing arts, and ancient credo: to heal with clear hearts | |||
| How's intricate the urge of baby to rich out for the vivid toy before him, and enjoy it... The legend says: the key to know the fate - to show in front of baby couple choices - 4 subjects as the points of the earth: some kind of music instrument, the abacus, the doll, and flower to choose between them and empower your destiny, to feel the calls; to which the child'll be pulled first - this hobby must be cultivated further for successful burst... ...my choices were woven into a braid, and tightly tied with nylon ribbon white or brown, I have been dressed in uniform in school - just listen, follow the rules - my rights...opinion? Really? Is it worth to ponder?... Dramatic change in Universe,- no time enough to make right choice, and every loop we're spinning faster life carousel - there no disaster to have 4 subjects as the points of the earth to be impowered, to feel the call of peaceful choice. |
| You reminded me our perfect past, where nobody wished to win in class, just survive for while until lesson's done, sacrificed wants and needs for fun. Despite what roles in life we've played,- we grew up somehow being smart and brave. Knowing roles and rules, improvising life...- don't lose yourself! Speak truth while alive! | |||
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Tearful eyes, pale face, tall body, bearing carefully English lady with bona fide manners lived almost in royal aprtments, the manor in England with her aunt... stiff forearms, depression, clinging to the past... remember the last: 'will you care for my teddy bear like for yours one?' there she lost herself with toy to care about for so many years to throw or enjoy... I: what're you grateful for? She: nothing I: whould you like to be happy person? She: no I: why? She: Life is game. How to trust people? I: listen to your heart, your life experience. what makes you happy? She: Helping people. I: so should you be healthier, happier to show example, to inspire and uplift others? She: Oh! (Gloving, with smile) I know I could uplift prisoners to finding better themselves inside... | |||
| We're waving our arms like tilting at mills in novel about Don Quixote. We're fighting ourselves, unseen other side, defending the dignity quote, forgotten that light includes any shades, no balance aside from magic, and quality remedy - poison or cure depends on abundance imagined. We're trying to conquer all demons inside and bite ourselves for errors, the truth - in knowing perfection - mirage, so find better you in the mirror. Unfinished like art, sometimes satisfied, reflection provides food for thought, connected with Earth aligned with Love will lead us in limitless world. |
Awakening I've realized that moon tides have changed the history, created new 'forks' on the path and up high in the sky... ...Once white ravens were turned in the black by ancient Greek gods, when they couldn't keep the secrets... so today, when I see a flock of ravens with pointed end feathers, cutting the air and hear 'cras, cras...' meaning 'tomorrow' in the dead Latin language, I'm asking: who told them about the hope? Is this promise for better or worse out there for our Earth?.. | |||
