On a dreamy evening, when stars dance on the velvet sky,
His hands, like shadows, clasped my neck in an endless waltz,
My breath, like a wisp of smoke, fades in the sweet dusk.
A hammer rose, shattering the silence of my fragile skull,
Red blood, like a river of rubies, flows on the pure snow,
White as the souls that are lost in the eternal abyss of night.
The orange sky, shedding its skin like a lost dream,
Turns to blue, then to black, akin to my body,
The sky descends to embrace me in its infinite arms.
His blow, a background song, accompanying the final dance,
'What a sweet night,' I tell myself, becoming one with the velvet sky,
One with the snow that embraces my life stolen by the cold breath.
All thanks to his powerful blow that sealed fate,
And thus I was lost in the night, in the embrace of the eternal,
A dream and a memory, merging into the cosmic silence.
Please love me in completion
That you have seduced me
into the cuspuss of having
Only then to say that their are
Others
To claim it's natural to be mean
and uncaring, sorts the very dignity
Of Savant people
The ruins of your past relationships
are uncovered
Revealing the architecture of our
demise
Speak me as yours to restore the
decency of saved and never-savaged
Peoples
A nurtured land to bare the fruits
Of our labor
That our togetherness is neither in vain
or unwanted
To each ends and in full supply might
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Tricking a man to
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we be together
To devalue the terms of being used
and neglected
That we as one might never see suffering
as a means of punishing ones
Preferences and misgivings
Oh love perfectioned in trust
Speak me as yours
Might I sort the fruited plains
For our wines
The evening begins the sky has darkened
A full moon is shining bright
With the bright stars glitters
Yawning sun, waves the chaos for peace,
For a while, sorrow sleeps and curses cease.
Drowning sky guides the birds ,way for home,
Blushing clouds build the delusional dome.
traffic rests for breath,
A moment for us ,no fear and death.
Echoes of silence in air speak,
All tiny souls roam and peek.
Nature admires their work and sings,
A song of love and wisdom swings.
The evening wind cools the desert fire,
All feel grateful – in spite of their desire.
Burden and scars sleep beneath the evening breeze,
All hearts find comfort, all minds feel ease.
With flip-flap wings
in rhythmic rowing,
two sunset-magpies
flew straight through
a sky of pumpkin soup,
as I drove home to you.
Evening Observations
orb spider -
trying to stitch together
this broken world
midnight -
the dead plum tree
blossoming stars
the evening
deepening my silence -
I let go of words
how fragile -
to be set adrift
in such a vast still
late evening -
a spiders web
has caught my curses
The evening comes, I recognize
The same old evening’s here
A blurry line across the skies
The sounds of cars I hear
Quite as distinguished as they were
From the embankment side
The motorbikes are also there
Their engines never die
They fade into the background soon
And silence chills the breeze
It fills the gap between my room
And crowns of the trees
And everything looks as before
In this old evening blue
Except I’m seeing you no more
To hear your I love you
Except that everything we are
Has turned to ash again
Except my dearest love's gone far
It’s all about the same.
the evening is alive with promise
dogs lie on their porch, loving the breeze
chimes are tinkling in a happy manner
there are two sounds – the air conditioner and crickets
the wind picks up strength; leaves rustle
one dog’s head comes up; he gulps some wind
in the distance a dog barks. My two dogs are on their feet.
They run up the hill barking with serious intent.
In realms of dreams, where magic is born in the late evening hour,
A hidden paradise in whispers and in the descending moonlight's power.
Beautiful settings, love like an old perfume, beyond description,
Amber eyes burning with vows in the fire of a dream's depiction.
On this earth, seductive and full of love, we lose our senses completely,
Shadows of the past dance with longing, reminding us of love sweetly.
The summer night binds us in sweet kisses and uninterrupted whispers,
How many memories hide in words, how many unseen longings it whispers.
We lose ourselves in time, carried by the wind singing eternity's song,
The enchanted soul flies like a bird seeking freedom all along.
Sweet smiles on corners of dreams, painted in rainbow hues that last,
The sweet torment remains forever, like an echo of unending longing from the past.
Night of dreams, lost paradise, sweet love that envelops us with ease,
We, lost and dreaming, with hearts full of immortal longing to seize.
Your ear has to be
tuned to hear
the City's rhythms
buried below the noise
and be able to discern
a melody woven through
the dissonant chatter
as in the rumble and splash
of motorcar tyres moving
along streets slicked
with watery reflections
and in the jarring grind
of tram wheels,
screeching brakes
and warning bells
and in the cadence
of human voices
as heard in quiet
conversations and loud
yells - to feel
a sense of elation when
all the scattered notes
of a City come together
and you hear
its surprising song.
Serene and silent evening
Fluffy clouds rolling across
Importing a lot of tweets
She is waiting with high hopes
To receive the warm echoes
She seems alone but her heart
Exults with the nostalgia
Place : 3rd
The noise of the day
has subsided and folded
into a quiet
under the soft covers
of a July evening.
The eyes seem to resist
the particular and instead
focus on nothing
but the sum - the glow
from shore lights
smudged on water,
the dark sky powdered
with translucent clouds
and the faint filaments
of stars strung out overhead.
Tonight, I don't want
the granular detail of things
to steal my attention
but to enjoy the blending,
the stand back meld
of colors, of each stroke,
forming a picture transcending
its parts. I want to feel
the evening being
put together
into a boundless whole,
to be beyond
the smallness of myself
and be absorbed totally
into the mystery
of the composition
On an autumn evening, when the sky weeps with silver stars,
I wander among the shadows of dreams, enveloped in mystery,
and art, like a silent priestess, whispers stories to me,
about unseen truths, hidden in the silk of time.
Each moment is a canvas I paint with desires,
and my palette is a rainbow of undefined emotions,
coloring my soul with shades of the unknown,
while truth dances on the edge of my gaze.
Like a dream that cannot be caught but endlessly draws you in,
art shows me the search as a path to the self,
where each step is a verse carved in the stone of eternity,
and each breath is an echo of an untouched world.
In the silence of the night, when thoughts float like blue smoke,
I let myself be carried by the waves of time, in a sea of questions,
and art becomes my compass, guiding me to the unknown,
where truth is a distant lighthouse, but always present.
Thus, I lose and find myself in a dance of paradox,
where each lived moment is a gateway to infinity,
and in this endless quest, I discover the essence of life,
and art, with open arms, embraces me as a friend.
It was in the morning
When I heard him snoring
Like loud like a lion
He who falls from my eyes
Every sense feeling nonsense
Early lights in goosebumps
Served myself a red riddle
Leaving me tortured and energetic
Shooting my lungs to no air
My kidneys helped me breathe
Each cough counting complaints
In a peaceful war against the snore
It was at the noon
When I took the spoon
As slowly as a chameleon
I heard with my idle itchy iris
The solo sweetness of sugar
The extent the morning envied
The signalled shock swiftly slowed
At this cold clock I realised
You'll possibly progress into pains
In cheerful charming your chains
I needed bread! I had bread!
Was then full a hundred
It was in the evening
When he saw me shoutly quiet
In twilight trails similar to noon
All that split my peas into pies
I had no more morning mourns
More morning laughs had me
Not a lot of ocelots
are seen in the day
they prefer the evening
or the night
if an ocelot you're hot to spot
altho' it's quite a long shot
an ocelot you want to sight
you may even hit the jackpot
if you do it right
all you've really got to do
is switch off the light
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