Synesthesia of fugue
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Water Lillie
Each note is strung upon a symphony of peace
As these peach lilies bleed under a lotus marquee
The winds spread on the waters edge for their stage to travel
I bathe, as they tread on honeycomb beds like dancing dimes unrattled
I measure my dreams within a spinal column of sounds
Parting through the olive green grass evoked by its bounds
My tears are tamed through kisses of hope
Now blanketed by the wishes I sow as it falls through the growth
So subtle, gentle I sit - where mere angels sigh
My eyes alight by the droplets made for minds like mine
Fading to Calm; through the stalling springs
Sprawled in a calling hymn that’s curled within
An artist of garden’s suited for the world’s emporium
Important, amongst a depth of pastels with Penrose italics
A staircase of integrity defined by the faceless relics
A glimpse, a glimmer upon a matrimony vine
Time itself STOPS!
A breath
A Breath
of suicide,
To choose death you are alive
So with each breath – I die
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The artist Garden
Achieving utmost clarity throughout light cyan crystal’s
Death,
Bittersweet swirls rise and fall in an ultra violet whitewater stall of pistolet’s
Upworld/Downwards - insideOUT
I drown deep beneath the falling embers of my requiems doused
In a karmasutra scented musk,
that envelopes the fences of expressive trust
Her slow but relentless experience in touch
Provokes my natural obedience for lust
This casual credence constructs a sparse over-dose n’ rush
Before my eye’s, lies a Japanese bridge built on a field of rye
Plant’s plant seeds of humming bird green..
for growth in time
With relief in consent, she extends on top of me
Soaking wet… head to toe… with fine finesse - honesty
Upon my chest this girl…she wept with a moonlight grin
An angelic soul consumed within
a porcelain gown of moonlit skin
I fly with thoughts of sure enough things
As I bathe in wild strings of translucent emotions
Afloat, the fires of smoke
Below a bellow of hope
Scaling down a virgin valley in an aurora of charcoal ribbons
A foundation, a rainbow affect of rhythm
A carnation of chaos raised up
Her face flushed like scarlet oak aglow under her faded make-up
Love to Lust to Love to Lust
Innocence stolen by my very own clutch
As I sit n’ gaze from lip to lip n’ sip the bitter sip of sorrow
Once tomorrows wind shifts their splinters swift – I will know
What seems changed – wont
She’ll still remain the same tone
A flat percussion
A silent numb
Fades in wavering across my breast
As the blood orange willows births the moons ascent
Honor so Hollow that for now I lie in remembrance
Down a way worn path, by-standing with my stolen innocence
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Aesthetic - When I inhaled ashes
VERB - The Story of Eve: An Alternate History
Sacrifice - "Next" - Newest Verse, written tonight.