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Faery dear i
Walk to the moon
Saturday raptured
Tears
Tears
yellow cosmic rays
Sunlight mask smoke
Dread I ask form of the deity
Sphere of influence
The stars of the spirits
Windshield vapor and light
Snow frost
Colored red by salted sea
White eyes
Faery i
Seek love
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thoughts on inferno
i do as mother did and burn all photos to keep the room with just burning fire and candles, november has a ring on the ring finger it is still further than the next station;
things have their own way of shouting, people following like polka bedsheet when white roses and lilies die what is left is muddy water and a handful of white lies,
s. can’t keep away from me, in electrostatic forcefield she sends voice messages i hear what was said in neon stripclub and the smell of dry-cleaning, s. is infantine like—
nevermind, i prefer not to look at buttocks in jeans my eyes travel everywhere s’ everything is too tight peaches dripping i peel a guava, it stains my hands, it stains her breasts.
not a silent protest
the girl carries the moon like a small, shiny marble that i could not put in the hole as a child, after making love she is impassive like cubism, i refuse to be a symbol—
for matrimony and the paraphernalia it carries, there is protest against curfew, girls want to stay out late, they climb over the department gate and halt traffic;
she has a silk dress which absorbs sweat, my smalltalk sequencing is a polar bear feeding on whale carcass, i seal my lips on wheels and elevated view of new delhi,
come save the hambach forest they are protesting in white, too many objects pass by i miss out on details, i met a. i fumbled we couldn’t travel further than sputnik.
Those eyes spoke magic and passages
heart beads in glass bowls and Lily's
A birthday for the Bear's and beast
I crossed the river that was ink black
Saw stardust explode into my aura
I count and sing to the yellow bird's
With the power of February snow
I drowned the day I was born
High in the morning with the sundust
Building castle's with warm hand's
I broke through the Innocent laugh
Of the Calla Lily girls
Flowers and musk
Waffle and whipped cream
Star's
Penny
Animal's
Rose's
you have your own story
the boy is made of same mud they put in flowerpots—we plant wheat and rice, he worked in fields with his father, skin of rhinoceros—ashen and greyish,
outside they are modulating genes, where she left my books in a corner, socialists are hidden in mother’s thesis, tea stall has new students and comrades—
god’s made the boy and me and z; z. has no clue what is gothic architecture, her accent isn’t estonian, she went to the wall and spoke to rumi’s father as if god made me,
my ankles are swollen and busy with a4 sheets—and aaa batteries, the lamp is lit and i behave like airplanes landing on her smooth skin, the boy is gone, is gone now.
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haunted
ever present on the verge of dreams transformed to nightmares
I light eucalyptus candles earlier now before dusk settles around my heart
with your visage in shadows outside my lighted windows flicker
as dried cornstalks rustle on a windless night nullified
in graying layers of stratus clouds blocking escape into full moon clarity
I taste the rancid presence of non- essential oils lurking in unlit chambers of thoughts unattended
~Aubrie~2018
“Creativity comes from a conflict of ideas.”
— Donatella Versace
I was baking bread
The sound of faery ear's
The sound of fresh water
The air is so heavenly
Heavy with rich Velvet
Underneath the moon of him
Telling me to go away
In the fire I let him go
Something of his childish tune
Fellini
Cake
Lullabies
Song birds I saw them colored in a book
Once in a while the flowers would spill honey
I drove midnight garden's to sleep
Inside ammonite
I craved a spell to see those heavenly creature's
I laughed at the wild daughters of rain
Crimson seer horns
I was able to understand the beautiful flowers
And how they spoke
I am beautiful in pale green and blue tulle
Summer and heat
Winter and sleep
I was a hermit
Under doors
Under dreaming
The sacredness of a red rose
Spin sweet glass
By the fire
I was white powder and gold
Young heart healing beat
Animals and love
Crimson light
I am golden
Water mirage
Sweetheart doll
Paper and sleep
Doors of pale
Sweet Pearl's
I dance
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The smell of sandalwood and
The smoky taste of wine, I was
Light-headed, dizzy with the
Wonder of a new religion
The displeasure from disdainful
Eyes, I only dreamt of making
You a gentle God, I paid my
Penance on my knees
I offered you my dignity
A new born zealot, my
Church was your smile
And I hung from the cross
Of your every word, seeking
Communion with the cosmic
A willing acolyte with eyes closed
False idols always fall
Find your place and close your eyes, so your heart can start to see. When you give up being self-absorbed, your being becomes a great community.
Rumi
Ghost one
a tale of the realms
Place to find a daughter in silk
A place to fill the morning
A color of rain washed blue's
Faded eye's
A key to see him grow
Into a match stick
A wonderful follower
Caption of his faces
Capricorn horned
Drips of paint
On his birthday
Candle's white
Powdered sugar
Drowning
Sometimes he would cry wolf
In the river of sweet glossy pages of tides
I never saw a daughter so white
Glass and golden eyes opening for the first time
I was one of them
I was a dark match of tulle
Secret covered
glass snow
From infinite eyes
Forrest dark
I wept by The water
I am in the drowning of children
Withering horse's
Burn in blue silk flowers
Painted white sea dwelling into garlands and Crystal Rose's blooming the horse was bone fracture and I was a sun and a rain cloud bursting into bones the color of young Honey with her I was a fragment of forever in the deeply rich colors of pink and white sands
Willow was a girl in purples and bruise blue silks
I knew her name was the whisper of skeletons bone thin
her musical and lyrical eyes never left me apart from the songs
I was a black stag diamond of frosted lips
A deep scented girl of musk and yellow flowers
the garden of lovely limbs
orchids green and orange
Babies growing on small Daisy's
queen of her lite
Queen of her valentine pale
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“The sky collapses, and my heart, filled with astral light, / Becomes a vast cemetery of stars.”
— Georges Rodenbach, from Selected Poems; “The Reign of Silence,”
“Thy mouth, a casket fair of pearls and rubies, Thy teeth, pearls, thy lip coral bright resembles. Their diver I, each morning and each even; My weeping, Liege, the ocean’s might resembles.”
— Suleiman, from Gazel (via loveage-moondream)
