My unoccupied vastness
arched sky high in celestial patterns
Your precise touch feels like golden petals
which excellently reshape my natural hardness
into poetry.
The expected whys and hows in this tale take no place
I’m spectated attentively
smiling truly in pastels
exhibited solid strong and wondrously rich in details
Tall like mahogany
inhabiting moonlit valleys
Chosen to climb and absorb all light.
And my unorthodox nature carved out in monolith
relies wholly on my woodworker
Ruler
Architect
Four-leaved clover
My chase for sunlight my height my rock solidity of heart
all gathered into one
atypical poem.

You stand still on my freshly drawn painting
happy ice cream Ibiza sunbathing
away again derailed during the late ending
bars were bending
you escaping
like a beam of laser or perhaps a wave of low frequency
into nothing but an anthill
into dark abysses blackening
That was the deepest I’ve dived into poetry
while standing strong on paper like an aphonic waiter
missing bedrocks freer plain mind
inner amity measurement waving hello in your new life
like a guest
an observer
Paraphrase all matter
everything sky high and deep indigo being
Make your world original
and get your name written into the universe’s journal
as the most poetic individual
whose world was as black as the very first few seconds of existence
only air no ground to stand on
find yourself an alternate orbit in a different time
different space respectively
Turn your mind into a fountain pen later into the legendary fountain of life
Invent exuberance
Invert antic meanings
become a planet afterwards a distinct universe
You and your paling blue crystallized eyes
You have a roughly designed past
arbitrarily by him himself
Find a lover
get a pen
Soon another
world may end.

Freed me from scheme
not by their alleged surfacing collusion
sunlight and violet grapes atop the old piano with florals shining
windows uncovered
Wide smile I’m unbothered

It was a normal party
three eighth obscured at noon
Second hand antique luxury of the anteriorly badass queens
ruling their badlands in rosemary crowns equivalent twins
Music loud Subterranean witchcraft
swaying between the prototype and old shaft
Legends last forever

at the finale of the ridgy pathway that’s meandering in waves

ivory necklace unobtainable by bare slightly exuberant hands

But straight up feral imagination no civilian could afford
You just have to be alone
to create art for real
You must have faith in artistic spirits roaming the soarable tunnels
all the monsters from underneath your bed
They’ve happened before
You used to breathe prior
Now you’re reborn and haunting two zones

i should just contain myself and focus on my mesmerizing nowness
Which I described badly in two novels
Not perceiving the veiled pleasure of longness
I call
ad fontes
My font is great vibes my worksheet is the oldest
taken and patented I have legacy not ominous
No fog as an aura following the unlucky and rejoice that they holler

I love you hard
I crave my statue of granite but white
Flawless here not yet existing in preview thoughts
ride along 405 extant in moss
That’s how many concepts I carry
but Before I move on

remember to reach

  once years start to pass
I’ll be both places at once.

Exquisite perihelion
foreshadowing the perfect arrangement
for my destiny
Those thoughts float and travel inside your chameleon mind complexly raveled
quiet hideout under gravel
soil so fertile in blooming mind a reborn human reigning for life.
No foreign content to seek
as your mind wanders deep
along beaches gold when lit no worthier task is equivalent to me
or in your kitchen
in summer morning with windows opened
accessed the sublime state of gazing mind forward into skies of vermillion
smell of cinnamon.

To leave no flaring questions unanswered yet spoken
in ordinarity the word power is hidden
enveloped and
with a red stamp attached

With a good reason stated
confirmed but not openly expressed therefore expected
to be publicly inverted
two miles deeper than silence like dust that has gathered
on chandeliers
true gold and crystals of
Some unknown matter
resistant to shatter
Condensed like gravel
And raveled
like an oddly minded chameleon
Lifelong goal
To answer questions
smell of cinnamon.

What is happiness I ask myself
lying lightly minded on a blanket during mid summer
as the radio’s playing my favorite record at maximum volume
at the time I recover?
Or maybe waking up blessed with everlasting verve which I’m still seeking
in the winter
world.

Is that called happiness?

Is one coloristically consistent painting capturing crashing waves
enough for one complete organized day?
I wonder too often and it expands my vintage wooden bridges to further lands
not malevolent but requiring to be understood fully to traverse through
lands green not Valle De La Luna
mind happy now everything is clear as a teardrop sent by a semi-angelic creature
this is happiness I’m assuming.

But is that really happiness I can’t stop asking myself
Or a temporary thing which occurs due to deep blue
surface auroras
laid in patterns strawberry scented and gleaming in the deep
of the five star hotel swimming pools
strawberry lingerie parties moonbathing too
laid like lit by warm lanterns brick avenues
beauty I can’t resist
or catch otherwise withstand.

Somehow I can fully describe it with the smallest details included
I don’t have a bijou bungalow located by the Rodeo Drive
I don’t have a girl whose waving mind could synchronize with mine
but I have happiness or something like that.

Stay cool with yourself
never with the dynamically developing globe
backwards

I must have finally learned to have a stoic mind
since I’m moving through needy concepts in line
Melrose Avenue
step higher but first wisely choose the goal

Don’t climb to heavens intoxicated or else you might fall
let go of your role and forget the scenario

Just be who you are
Just do what you do

I own an ancient mind which is beheld occasionally through celluloid
grainy paper rock solid dance floor
I write and it’s here

Be yourself
Do your thing

Live your life
Or your dream

Caretake the estate of yours away from the burdensome business
never clarify lines of ink dark thoughts requested
but compare yourself to your future form which has yet to be revealed

But that not on the worldwide scene
given the opportunity to

You choose your future now
because your past chose you

And you became an extravagantly beautiful poet taken from
the purest blackness
to your lover’s arms in one lunatic degree tick

Now

Forget all your deadlines underneath long sleeves
and paper circles of the night
It all has been planned you just have to remember

You select your path
Single never dual

Forget people you want to forget
Bring end to this masquerade

Make people and me happy simultaneously?
Ha-Ha-Ha

I tried to stay cool I can say the least.

Nothing much to say,
time flows at its fastest pace,
when I love you hard.