Poetic earth feels strange 

It core of madness got no mare to change 

Meaning seeks thoughts in cities Out of reach 

Life is a fraud, old tender days teach tensed tender seconds

Sightless sensations dreaming realms in unison

Creative deprivation laying in ecstasy scripting stories

Filtered words seduce mystery in garments of you 

Few as new dew sewing sweet arch of curves.

 

Beautiful stranger, I wonder further how is wrong or right 

in colors of life as petals of a Forgotten flower 

Laments of love would lead me to be born in your mind

Free as First-person pronoun away from Tasteless toxicity 

In Tantric vibrations, peace does not break and brakes not

Poisoned henna talks humor about beauty and horror

Bittersweet scent of every will will propel its month

Lust has no metaphor yet I will find my honey within.

 

The sequence of sentimental sighs Smokes a cigar of elegance 

Perpetually numb like an old dry city in spring of thoughts

Where echoes hide well as wealthy winter in women’s wombs

Organized existence serious as wonders perhaps 

Sudden mood swings in dreams of fiber-filled liberty 

Silent narration in threads of affectionate distraction sings

Immoral ignorance weaned in lovely times cut thin, made immortal

Valiant virtuoso in cautious hope with contemplating fandoms.

 

In Finding myself on gaga in a breath of gentle sunset 

Mislaid memories kiss cheeks of obsessive ambitions 

Melancholic lacerations choked in homes seeking happy lanes

pessimistic penitence smells like magical virginity everywhere

Placing petals on your path in everything for everyone in every way 

Waterfalls flow in your majesty take change for charge each chance

Bosoms as soft as Blossom chat in every soil 

I'm bleeding but you ignore the blood now I whiff epitome of esse.