to my great surprise
the world seems so beautiful
when it’s crashing down

recently i learned
strawberries and cherries taste
so sweet together

i had always thought
that to climb up any wall
i needed support

May this summer embody the greatest things in life
be a piano ballad melody familiar and sound divine
Glimmering reservoir
and sunflower petals gold
reflecting rays of vivid light appearing from above.

The main gist of my widely spread efforts was to glorify my big wish
Beyond wishfulness
originating in my quiet emblem of earth-like misty shades
Wings to fly
Voice to speak
complexity laid firm just to bespeak.
May this vogue of living melodically in this celestial madness stay
divine metaphor
and one melody I replay.
In the similar place underneath lush green leaves hung
like a model of our universe.
I’m the archer of stars
on my cluttered veranda I lay
Nimbus fluffy cover above my hips it feels like July young never late
you and I
two stranded satellites meet after the thriving odyssey in arts
Your grandeur and solid dignity
uttered perfection
In personal style of anterior architecture
Remember one short sentence:

Stay where you are
may your heavens emerge

My world is minimalistic
but my mind is significantly infinite

Verdant land with one blue river curved in two spots
dual array
to unravel my worst convolution

To ease the long lasting existential blurriness in which I’ve lived
and for many important reasons.

but returning to the starting point I’ve found art in doing nothing
Only ordinary things
like loving and being loved.
Striding across pages of my future autobiographical books
about nothingness.
Because it’s the softest and most adequate form of art to have been made

half past eight

summer evening

Perfect backyard wooden table in some place away from here
abstruse nostalgia written in grapheme
and circular shape of my ripened mind..

Could these reflections symbolize the freedom I’ve been chasing
and in the end found in

Long trips to balmy beaches in the front seat of my car

all these things disarrayed on paper plains
one meandering river
vast misplaced ocean
Holy Mind

never been called a charismatic storyteller under a disco ball
When the wind was rapid
or when the seas were calm
it was nothing extraordinary peaceful weather ivies growing down
white carpet laid in the midpoint of my floor.
My poetry grew sky high starting new close to the ground
Therefore my Wiжa was an ideal outro to the sleepless nights
and knowing everyone has changed.

If this is art
then I live for it.

After all i limn the same thing

Something between
present
and absent

Something surreal accessing the greatest kingdom
assessing the ways
to battle obstructions.

and most importantly to locate those Arcadian rampant lands
where every word spoken turns gold

LB

or the visible border between the dream and dreamful reality

Alluding to my nearest past I’d like to make all my words clear
in grapheme
summertime
Dual mind

Many upper decisions to abide by afterwards when the sun elevates
Perfect thoughts picnic table in the wild
Soft
like
a lullaby
..

Sunset Strip sun at zenith
moon at nadir; void was elsewhere
Lit sublimely was anywhere you laid your experimental sight
and visions shaped well.
Four seasons perfectly placed and played well by me
Two contrasting convictions of unmelted iron
One star you bow to

her appearance coruscating in the way stars do
may or may not
her power influence you ⭐️

Capturing the wave of unmet sweetness impassibly
I embraced my surrounding chaos of two thousand colors
and locked in my eyesight
Migrated to heavens
my most superior notion pocketed
library left in order.
So when I return home I would make me a cup of coffee
and rewrite my previous paragraph
in a finer style.

Peak at nadir
Depth at zenith

Rotation of partly delusory values each direct and contradicting
everything about them is odd
and apart being.

easily misunderstood
Not so often read correctly or found good

Peak at zenith
Depth at nadir
Deepness culminating brightly
meeting context treading on the clouded land of new age forging
Where the ripples crash carefully and the sky is clear as diamond
one lover you bow to
one melody you hum
On the phone with makeup on in summer young vivid and hot

Eyes of gold

thoughts mismanaged
blue stream across your page is dried out
flora molten air dense in the previous chapter
Resistance
and vulnerability
Your two natural satellites you keep for a reason until season in which
You come alive

You come to one after shattering
go out on evenings to your favorite alley unorganized to this time
did time for money
you had your oasis happy time
you were unbelievably happy
May my lust for living never waver upon the tropical flow
may it maintain obsidian stability
with its roots planted deep
seeking water afterwards ambrosia I wish I could pour all over me
Now I have a reason to be

Not for you
Not for them
But for me

but before I say ich liebe dich
May my vigor never wither under promised sycamore trees
in the dream you created we directed
against everyone’s will
Moon is rising
I’m in heaven
I’m in your arms
Light as feather

Live for living
Lust for being
just to write down your intentions
later burn them if you wish to

Moon was rising
dressed in vigor
and then
the moon had rose.