Just a little bit of that abracadabra
hangs in the atmosphere atomizing.
In some cases it even placates deluge.
Alchemy burns in the midst of deluge
blurring the reflection of abracadabra.?
Transformation gurgles atomizing.
Unstable particles quickly atomizing
with haste strengthen unruly deluge.
Feral is the flow guiding abracadabra.
It is abracadabra atomizing deluge.
Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.
The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.
It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine cursive.
Immortality penned the way you kissed.
A love letter french kissed in cursive.
Tritina (three tercets with one final line).
I will return as you taught me to read a god gifted total benign, even after nine
I will return as you taught me to see the specific Night of Knight M Shyamalan
I will return as you taught me to listen to the nitty gritty a lot, and the system
told the family sift an autistic family food, Trying dough for far too long in frame
They are class of mishaps, birds of the same feather and you are a linear secular
practice along one way, the other one is pedagogy of monolithic behavioral norm
I told time as I wrote once a power point key. Did commit a tavern charm
Time elapses and time begins, and time stamps the truest may, say so and so.
Time has her graceful heed to vilify the cover page elsewhere, to May to mow.
They blew the divine up, with the silentmost Neon light, landed, to reach for the show!
Graffiti tags thrown on a diamond,
meant to resemble acid washed jean;
Perfect patches for a tattered queen;
Everyone knows she’s an urban queen
with that stony voice she tastes diamond;
This lady could model a rock jean;
A slow walk wearing everyday jean,
no one knows she’s their good girl queen;
Worshipped like a ten carat diamond;
Hidden street diamond a blue jean queen.
Verily I know the thorns are soft
In your blue heart, I live as petals
No boat of love can stand without us
The deck of life is standstill with us
No loneliness can seize the tears soft
Lane of the forest weaves the petals
Wander many steps but no petals
Guided by the silence lives with us
Eye to eye makes the decade in soft
To know the soft petals we lead us
©Mahtab Bangalee
The fire’s burning inside my eyes
their dilated pupils are much too full;
Sage has now been stained crimson;
Capricorn cold is colored crimson,
beware of the hollow of these eyes;
I become ice when my cup is full;
A lid won’t fit I am already full,
erratic heartbeat’s gone crimson;
In overflow in these January eyes;
I’m a woman with eyes full of crimson.
The golden horizon can be feral
erupting a sky of turquoise blue;
It reflects the peace of the hippie;
Fly vagabond cat’s such a hippie;
Wild grin is overwhelming and feral,
a lit match in eyes that twinkle blue;
Low growl reverberates through blue,
an electric charge for this hippie;
He came a long way but still feral;
That sly kitty is a feral blue hippie.
It’s about to explode, ready set..
there’s such stability in chaos;
So wild the part of you that’s free;
Atomic part of you blown free
takes root and slowly starts to set;
Careful the construction of chaos;
Discounting the structure in chaos,
naive to that serving core of ‘Free’;
Supernovas have an unstable set;
Just let go and set the chaos free.
Rember you like a melting the ice in winter day.
making me smile when seeing autumn sunset in your eye.
moon shines over the sky rembering your melody song in winter sky.
making my heart cry when singing your melody song in coldest night.
like broken memories of ice freezing in winter sky rembering you like
warmest night.
silence of your voice making colourless sunset in autumn sky.
rembering you in frozen sky making autumn alive.
broken silence of autumn when rembering your beautiful sunset in
your eye.
closing my eye wishing to vanishing in winter sky when rember
your melody voice .
Summer's end once again is almost here
But I welcome the disappearance of high heat with cheer
Even though I will miss my whip-poor-will's song
He sings at twilight a most rapturous song
His symphonic melody adds a special savor here
And creates anticipation for each evening's cheer
When he visits, heart filled, then releases his music's cheer
It makes me want to learn his undulating song
Then day after day all winter long there'd be music here
Evenings here then would end with cheer, and morns would begin with song
A little taste of my darkest fear,
it could happen now or tomorrow;
Beware of what speculations come;
You trusted this day would never come;
Believing it to be a fictitious fear,
just think about all of this tomorrow;
So much easier to handle tomorrow,
without a worry of what will come;
Nothing remains but the residue of fear;
I fear tomorrow, for I know what’s to come.
Baby, give me a waterfall
overflowing the cliffs of love,
create a river to my heart.
You, the momentum of my heart,
like a galvanic waterfall,
stoking the current's flow of love.
If doctors could cardiograph love,
and chart its flow within my heart,
the graph would show a waterfall~
a waterfall of love into the river of my heart.
Running around her hair so untamed,
those curls reflecting wilderness;
Crass words fly forever blurting truth;
Sitting silent unless speaking truth,
through the years with a spirit untamed;
She’s the embodiment of wilderness;
Always so inspired by wilderness,
natural instinct’s the rawest truth;
Willing to fight to remain untamed;
The untamed wilderness is her truth.
Each letter is one of the wildflowers;
On perfumed paper a love note written
as if dipped in such delicate language;
A universal unspoken language
that motley scent of wildflowers;
The most ancient alphabet written;
It’s so sweet and so simply written
you inhale the most intimate language;
Vagabond smells just like wildflowers;
Wildflowers have a written language.
What are ya gonna bring
That same ol thing
Or that home run swing
The crack of the bat
To let them know where your at
That you're not afraid to be all that
You think you can be
To stand tall and free
Let all to see
The glorious path you will take
No intent to fake
To face what's at stake
To make them stop on a dime
Traveling down the path of time
To cross whatever line
They have drawn in the sand
To strike down their hand
To be more than they could ever stand
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