The Golden Panorama

It is strictly limited
this world of eyes
coveting passion

in a language surreal

as organ-mind can host

you may complain

my accomplishments are unfriendly

friendly is the artery

that is direct in her sweet blood-romance

like love in a labyrinth quest

pretty vistas undressed

royally loyal to all and none

royally loyal to none and all

feeling dizzy as life cradles the orgasm

happiness can be gestures

behind a sky

covered by ancient moon and bold astronomy

my stars are never loose

never obstructed

from singing

a fate

of

nesting the original

Destinations

Blinded by light
obsidian is better
like ornaments
dressed in Valkyrie ferocity

...drowned in silicon perfection
mutilated by expectations
like deformed paper flowers
experimental contours

rigid is life

no cup of love

for

me

to

drink

I'm liberated

from dream parasites

dreaming in open skies...

Infinitidious

Caustic slid into metamorphosis
life dances with the flamed arched neck
orgasmic keys
mutated into
solace of the weed

cryptic and ghastly solar
etched rays between osmosis

|rapture foul
melody|uncertain

here lies the rest of peaces

birds withered

winged wish bones

all polluted

all growth

zygotic me

I in a lake of infinity wanderious...

Climbers must kiss

Your pent up bones

need release

like climbers kiss

on top of tress

you engage in orally stimulated speech

body language systemically wild

rich in hyper

space for a universe of motion

leading lamps

like photogenic smiles

come up in moves

detailed hermaphrodites

just awaiting birth

Your pent up bones

climbers must kiss

or fall

leading to falling bones

no machine exquisite

breed no breakage

grow up

grow up

climbers must kiss

Rushing forward

Thunderous poison

thou art aphrodisiac

thou art solemn

a riddler of twisting bones

lifelines crackle

like veins postponing

blood flow

exploding

blood colours

It is fate

breathe on the tip

It is fate

breathe on the tip

grow more expressive

intensive love

made for machinistic sex

bled for regretful after taste

Mirth is boiled raw

you are but a poison synthesized as skin

Tuck

Bedtucked world of moon-dropped love
like tickling fire with a mirth ascribed
to night I am forlorn
to the avarice I am spent

to think of mutiny now is senseless

thus I spill blackish-silver

from my tongue

like moon flower

to grow

Bedtucked heart that longs no slumber

think crab like fingers

pierced are the nails

like dandelion they grow

corrupt cutting

as biting you know

is a habit happening

habit to know

You bled like silver flow

your rich tongue knew

you are the art

I am the canvas

I am the artist

you are the brush

let us be born

one breath at a time

Dip Into Life

You were spying on me
like the moon

when it's new

when it's excited

to be drunk and full

Your lips are satin wine
a fleshy paradox of love and lust

like mirth that calls itself your heart

and the oval world that is your soul

We are not the avarice seekers

not stunt coordinators

but we sail into eclipses

our sails better than polythene bright

like a seashell learning to sing

Life is always an equation

you'll never solve

always a tongue

whose language is thus revealed in letters

here and there

but we ate from some similar cup

grabbed and were nailed onto

weaved-sprung in the identity-mirrors

I guess I like you
You may not know

you are a glorious moon

your breath are the stars

Sand Words

Sand like your eyes
time-glass hour piece
contrasts, inverted
lives and deaths

If you could bite your tongue
and tell me your thoughts

telepathy doesn't equate sympathy
but it offers an antidote to lost time

Precious is what Precious does
good baptisms may fade to dust

heart is kind but cruel has branches

seeds need love

seeds must survive

Hope has written with swords and goblets
ink-rain on paper earth

lives are written

lives betray

death needs his own deathbed

even if eternity

spots a fine line

a rupture to mortality

even if sands are but broken glass

we might mend artifacts

lost time can wage

lost time can make

all delusional

all real

efface not

efface not

want merely

desire merely

don't let that be bound

you flesh symmetry

It Is...Nevermind

You try to court comfort
tell him some jokes
pour him some drinks

and maybe stab his back
when he least expects it...

That's tragedy
That's ecstacy
You got back
You dived in
You hurt him good

You try to seduce empathy
tell her she's pretty
pour her rose petals
then drown her until she can't breathe
screeching her last requests

That's horrific
That's epiphany
You got back
You jammed in
You hurt her good

You tossed a coin
Then pulled a trigger on a metal frame
Some old photograph box is kept open
some old poems distinct
a convulated math
swallowing formulae
A mass of gravity within a nutshell

When you see the clouds
Know there will be gates...

Love In The Drown

Forever young and merry white
in the throes of an intimate kiss

love is both wet and dry

a beloved amphibian

In the costly wastages of lust

tied to a strange surgical knife

to a wound in a laboratory

sterilized is my tongue

You may eat my seeds

they might grow

longer in the soil

sandier than the clay

Owning in the falsified dichotomy

Owning in a mirage obscure

like lifelines contanimated

like winds of fate misread

So is it me in the wrong deed?
Only absolved by your sex?

mitigated is all senses
I rescue, I rescue you and I from the extremities of selves and ours...

Intricately Unobserved

Thunder constructs kingdom come
lanterns swooning avalanche-lust

petrified-penetrated by the signs

symbolized in a nutshell of ignorance

Tentative-loose in a game

fruits of labour maimed

toxicated highlights abound

radiation radiates as calling cheap

thickening, twisting glaring

slyness in the silhouette-eyes

mortal limit equals limitless

language art engages craft most phenomenal

Typo-typography in the gloss of me

typ-typography see not me in "I"?

Gladdened strokes. negligent markers

sunshine dance in hollow corners

breathing tilt in apparatus redundant

obsolete in cars of non-production

babel songs imprints falseness

language floats raped in mid-genesis

Carapulting arsen in the nouns of chastity

Catapulting synergized oxides in pure normalcy
Catapulting Eden-sin in the fair thralls of gears
Catapulting cobwebs in exquisite-machine
love-plus-love golden ratio-mathematics

made soiled in solidified humour

edifices catapulted in socio-languid better bed

like flower being fed colour

lost in overadded fertile infertility

Reddened cheeks moisten pores

skin is delicious, the plate ignored

like ribcage-hollow sans singing birds

weeping as weeping down as stars when not explored.

Overdone Osmosis

Purified in the arctic love
affection bypasses lust headstrong
pouring me in bottles labelled: inert

Ozone mixes with compassion
blastocyst mixes with melody
osmotic amputation agreed
line-line-size in zero hemispheres

Sweetness running veined worlds
whorls of pollinated gestures stigma in call
typo-error typo-nothingness
bringing crime sans crime

Hallucinagen-sex implements testy-tastefully
like chamelion bound-data
speaking inert

My odyssey lacks plenty-me

Mirror-veined, Mirror-chaste so suppressed
osmotic intervention kept in shiny isolation
so overcame, so overcome
blood fuses the mellow-mellowness

Sands are heavy
sandman creeps in vault
glass is so thick
like a perimeter in lust.

Comedy

You breathe into my shell
waking me awake
you say it's for my own good
I think its comic

You pull drawers to reveal secrets
my sex is not assured

you think it is funny

to see me looking sore

Pretty kisses - pretty fawning

grown overboard

like kites out too long

as if raping the sky

Isn't it pretty faced pretty faced

pretty pleased to be hurt

now it's just a little overgrown

garden needs weeds

You think it's funny

pouring nowadays and pasts

like coffee mugs intact

after an arguement

You think it's funny

to lace up my shoes

see me trip

going down again

And I think it's funny

to see you saying mercy

while you wear pretty like kisses like scarlet roses
This comedy
breaking you to pieces

And I think it's funny
You're saying sorry
I can't stop till I get over the edge
This is my orgasm - seeing you in pieces

..

Modestly Attired

You say my face is plain
You say I don't have it
I can't be like movie stars
or wonderful royal-pretty thing

You say you love me
but you kinda look away

you say you love me

the words always decay

you say I wanna kiss you

and your kisses they blotch

they are bad make-up

they don't hide the scars of abuse

you dress me like a liqurice doll

so sweet like burnt candy

rolling in your mouth

so sweet like a cloud making a storm

so I pleased guilty

said I was sorry

that I'm not beautiful enough

that I'm modestly dressed

so I pleaded guilty

I begged you to stay
I may be moderately dressed

but my love is not modest

you told I can't be a drama queen

I can't be a luscious being
I can't be carved into a poster on a wall

I'm just me simple me

you told me I can't cry with an award

star on some favourite show

or drop down a passing crowd

I can only be me

Fuck you!
if I'm only me
I think I don't really need

to be some stringed doll

that is for kids

Fuck You!

if I'm only me

I think I dont really need

superficial trash like you

You're not worth it

if I'm only me
I'm glad to be me
I don't need a poster on a wall

I don't want to stand forever - I'll walk on!

In The

You said you were bleeding
You said you were hurt
Now I understand
These twists in your strings

Fallen down is no game
but games of lust construe

too many tongues

that's why we are confused

in the aftermath of us dressing

in the light of pretenses

you exchange a connotation

i decode it as honesty

fled from the cosmopolitan stars

fled from life as used cosmic spirited fakes

you tried tieing shoelaces of your own

to joke; to trip before you leap

now in the end of beginning to end

you leap around a lie

no truth for your spoon

you fork down malicious well

if I saw you bleeding

then I guess...I'll keep it to myself...

Love Making As The Cosmos

It seeps like consolation
a constellation of envy

star-hued crime of passion

engulfed in mortality

soaking a bed of planetary collage
soaking a heart built with impulse

electric snakes are forking down

electric dice laden on hard and soft

like thunder and lightning in an immortal place

tempests singing beyond the orifice

like touching and knowing; an organ's game

we whistle and whisper each other's name

like molten fire and ice thriving in a form

like golden and silver in platinum-diamond ring

like a promise a flesh-flesh brings mapping down

love's atlas is drawn - hills and shores abound

love's baptized, mosque's pilgrimage resounds

churches opened and temples alive

in this path of extreme maddening haste
in this path of slow pulsing drums

the path of strings and sands

collecting dews all heaven

Heaven tampers us in tongue-tied knots

a solace is the vertigo exchanges Janus ends
Aphrodite in a shell re-opened
Sounds pf Artemis in the fields
Athena and Ares in a global forge
Life's beginnings and endings in all
depths and depths tongued forward to be riches of the universe...

Cradle For The Grave Digger

Shovel in hand
And corpses abound
Night in a steering glance
Owl as messenger
I kiss the soil
That cremates flesh to dust to dust to zillions of double fragments

Cold in hand
All cold surrounds
as blood boils to freezing
and ill-tempered wind
dies without seeing
my naked eyes
tear-tombed
as flowers to the dead

And as the nightingale swallows
what ghouls riden in the ancient world
my matter-of-time in reaper's blade
strikes a machine man-made
ever-gliding, ever-itching
hoping to be replaced

And as soil kisses soil
with a flesh making necrophililc affection with earth
and as craters as closed; wishes being done - books written to dots
Eternity climbs over and says
"Sleep you can"

And in the hotel of lamps and stones
I rest a bit
Then begin again
life anew
For someone

to go through wombs and wombs of mud

Like a star fading the mud-dweller is pale
statled by afterlife dual
morning for the body wrapped - mummified by earth
I mummified by silences that word-out into nothing...

History begets history
Chastity and Experience elopes

Dedicated to Yuki, My Beloved Cousin - whom I cherish - who loves the anime "Jigoku Shoujo" or "Hell Girl" -
Love watching it with you
Let's watch something together again...next week

Dream a little, dream a little
You open your eyes
See a teary cathedral of frost and flowers
Citadel of Enigmatic woes
Lust for me
Love for me
Instead you breathe

I hate you
I Love you
Maybe it is a dream
Dream a little

Your glass has wept
Soaking in a reverie-tomb
All quiet in reverie-chances
Existence is pulled string
Life line least guaranteed

Dream a little, Dream a little
Pray...a little
A shrine of loneliness
An edifice of all uncertainty
I contradict I...

Utena | Nakedness Of Long

Thy heart is naked
Burning spirals on skin
Heart wages in sin-form
Heart wages in virtue-storm

Why am I unkempt?
Pluralized by lust-lost and tragedy-astronomy?
Why do boughs not break in pressure-violation, pressure-rape -

PRESSURE

Does pleasure equals ignominy?
Bound by tethered doctrine-raping me
Fallen soldiers are men to cast
Fallen women cast away
Pure as sin and snow in need

Burn with me
Undress with me
Cajole me
Capture me
I'm not bound
I'm no longer dead

The Dead in me
Has flown its cage

....

...

...

My heart cannot write a stone of pretense
Played by a harp-string of indecision - I am a prepared soul...

You

You cannot realize that difficulties

cannot be solved with altercations

you stiffle your own heart

because you were mean't to fall

It is an illustrous game of ending and folding

no more paradise to entertain

no more last gaunlets to adorn

Is it the same?

You cannot change because you think you are evolved

Live in your passion of open-endlessness