Rose Surreal Poems

Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy 
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic...

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Spiralling into the depths of a rose.
Scent of petals caresses my nose.
Plummeting through a soft green bed.
Passing through the stem with dread.

Within, I witness its...

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Crystal rose shines
amidst wine fog~ 
nine star-seeds traced....

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Her beautiful misty eyes,
And sensuous soul,
Exotic and soft,
As rose petals,

Warm as candles,
And bright as crescents,

Are lost,
In the intimate space,

And,
Surreal,
Stillnesses,

Like,
a melody,
and,
her,
Love
Reynaldo Casison...

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Her exotic brunnette hair,
Flows,
With her long gypsy,
Skirt,
Emblazoned,
With surreal flowers,
As she sashays,
Through the beaded,
Light,
To the sweet chimes,
To relax,
Carefree,
Upon the rose velvet couch
Reynaldo Casison...

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I flutter,
Like a butterfly,
From flower to flower,
Iris to rose,
From Poem to song,
to express,
Just a glimpse,
Of your Beauty,
Knowing its multidimensional,
As a garden and its moons,

Reveries dream...

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No rooster crowed the tenebrous morning
I woke to somber skies aflame.
As dawn rose across a crimson horizon,
a firestorm blazed from a golden core
and scarlet lava...

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At the mid-night chase of nowt
Caught up with my abuser
Audacious against the white full moon
Well-dressed in a six-piece exquisite suite
And a Hugo cologne, the unforgetful...

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Something inside me is calling
Some things are caught on thorny thoughts 
Sometimes I radiate and deviate as thoughts linger

I bleed icy dreams
Dark as ink, silent...

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If you could just stop the stupid s--t you do
I guarantee I'd f--king fall head•over•heels•in•love with you
If there was a way you'd treat me like...

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Rosy hue across the morning sky, golden fingers entwining earth.

28/5/2022...

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Down distance streets distant days obscured 
Visions of idle things resting in the weeds skeletal 
Rusted eons have fallen machines dead

In their stance flies flicker...

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strobe into the secret night
the scene of our sacred crime
not just any old crime

I confess to you but 
I cry most insidious in design 
a...

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…is a cat not the totem of love

your physical contact generates feelings
were the neurons release 
the feeling for good vibes
peace, harmony 

by stroking soft gentle...

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don't even think about it
a bucket of motel ice in the face
proving the thing in itself does not exist
because he registered all the meanings all...

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