New Everything is laid forward
the Sun or her gleam
My world or my Moon

My well known truth is layered in my subtext
like my poems
that I wrote to maintain a universal state
or unconsidered decisions
However I emptied the ashtray and planted a wildflower instead
wearing the warm coat of summer.

Chambré aura
everything is disowned nowadays

My heart belongs to my belief
that despite my tarnished fame my greatest subtext may be pictured in frame
but who needs spotlight
No one fears facing the pre-written truth.
My heart will beat
in American
cause my dualist or perhaps even collage of art in purity is navigating
To somewhere calm
somewhere where I would finally feel like home.

To be real maybe even
get lost in the unsubstantial madness
on my Venice *****
in where I am now
In the sweet modified by planets dark
hovering between paradise and the ark
Soothing to this point
that I can call myself
an American.

you party during summer
you cry during winter
I’m the thinker not getting over your hot flawless mind
in vast lush living dream
faustian to the fullest but
Forgiven

Over the past year
stood strong and undercover
Untouched attending thriving sessions in the blue sun
Crimson & Clover
Hot forever forever burning
aflame cause of my lover
Quintessential you all desire from me
Out now.
circulating in and out for ages
Existentially sober

Sunlit like Yosemite
hot like exact noon
head up at zenith observing plainly
clear gallon up high no cotton candy tonight just blue
All the time is light
futuristic thoughts ruled our minds
carried from you
To my restored ballroom
Lit by the sun

Everything worked out for me
You are mine
I am yours

magnificence touched my skin got taken to the eternally sunny Malibu
or dreamlike wonderland in which I
flew to you
I wrote my future I aim to maintain stable now it began to breathe
Your boo
I am a thing in motion
On the way to somewhere else where no roads reach
and aim to
undiscovered planetarium which is a show of blue runaway
how it is supposed to be played
projected in technicolor
Straight
To yellowness.

Ichor
Cypress
On the backyard table wine is for you
doing nothing in particular since it stays indoors away from view
irregular story
peace is dripping off of you
your eyes are like lakes
I love what
i got into

Try to be stronger
Overtake your blues

Everything sky clear now
Sunny days
Doing living partying crying
Always next to you.

Do things
u wanna do
Meant not for judgement and hidden from view
Displayed on islands
like Malibu
after all you stay loyal to your paramount value
not fearing the blue
or the revenant

Aiming for the skies’ ceiling
and hoping they’d fall down

Uprose from the deep like Rose and her sins
moved downhill
In the language of mine I think I’m closer to thee
when it dims down slowly
I become my own oeuvre craved by timeless hands native
A prerogative
which empowered me to seek sense deep down into the way
I live

Nurturing vigorously my petrified heart on the wild
thaw on the outskirts of true love
One in a billion shielded with a dome of lovers
Moon kind
Moon lover
I missed the big chance to adjust another
I do all I love
and hide in the dark
To truly thrive
I’m the only moon’s child.

Yesterday I attended a party
stepped in agleam with one thought dominant
careless in this thought for an unconditional reason
movie projector and the dance floor lit dimly by moonlight.
My eyes locked on you
my body in rhythmical motion
ambiguous emotion
flowing like liquor like a waterfall or few raindrops
me in my altering mindset of enigma
My heart lost in the old love song.
But then I saw you on the parquet underneath the disco ball
it was about midnight
and all the lights focused on us.
Gazing back into my not so vibrant past in which I swam freely
I thought I’d wonder:
How could I have danced with someone else
when I just wanted to dance with you.

You are flaring
wild cherry wild mustang wild thoughts

My mindfulness and sun of winter
Home in space
opposite of lost
breathing poem I’ve discovered and rewrote in simpler language
World of fiction
only dream to chase

creator without a reason
with one confounding vision
capturing the moon the stars and evenings outside limbo
Rocks between these
Life is sweet and thriving in sunlight
and in reach.

But who I search for is a varying answer
I seek peace
decisions after

I narrate my voice gets quieter

I hush up my mind grows vaster

Carry this life with no questioning no asking
in moon valleys
planned metropolis
Whereas my destinesia wilts in springs where stars have shattered
into billions of pieces which dashed to the cosmos again
discovering newer clusters spellbind.

But I am here with you merely
you are my favorite reason
situated

In the core of my poetry
in the gold point
eccentricity
Touch of your electricity
Mind of yours a lukewarm ocean
You yourself:

I M A G I N A T I O N

we
Aries moon children
moonbathe partly civilian
seeking home off urbanized empires
in handmade utopian isles
sunlit all night ironically to others
digging quarries by borders
to find our reasons
why we are ourselves.

because we
Children of winter
We resist coldness wilting happily
not enough time in a year to grow on gardening soil unluckily
Purposefully living
Purposeless at doom
meaningless tale told by her Moon
we dance in flames
of cool.

White yacht parties techno music Bacardi
pillow cries?

Never in my life Never in our lives
Never moonlit all the time never sad exceptionally burnt out white hot we stay
Crumbled empire
Crumpled pages on fire
beautiful at last wild freely flying
to admirers

Being a poet residing on past dry and needy now I’m alive
Now the night is bright
they and their friends would be a group of nimbi high
Looking for their maker
always busy always out of earshot living multiple lives cause they
befriended town bartenders

Valentine
faking opulence still ahead of our time
elusive for our children’s lifetime by far
Vault which is a quarry
Open sky
still we’ve never learned to fly
we just stay collected and firm
Forever seeking gold of the prism
In the glistening eyes of people
We are who we are in the end
deeply designed precisely made
Aries
Marina bay
Taking inspiration from sweetish breeze air
crying happily on parchment all day
We could fly high as sky
but we’ll just stay right there.

Cards tossed well
bewitched to nowness
synonymously in the northern west to Roswell I reside
Laurel Canyon cast life is veined in music you get high to
no doubt along the way
or decay
autumn has passed and swiped all forms of grief away.
I wanted an ornament so I bought me eight
for me to debate
about my vogue or the way I walk
and hope
and love
To find an odd one out in process unchained
only because my next stop on the lunar highway is to
burgeon in peace in subtle light
Discard liabilities
fronting mirrored me
proudly wearing fine filigree.