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My Mind Turns Autumn, Again

My mind turns Autumn, 
again

And my thoughts undress from coherence 
I can sense that my scarlett feelings 
Are trying to escape?
I was reading stars from my tea-cup
today
but conversing with future tends to sadden me
Did I say:

My mind turns Autumn 
Again ?

I keep envisioning sunsets from past weeks 
back then the air liked to mutter a
peach-coloured scent and I
(watching the softly falling rain)
Muttered along

My mind turns Autumn
Again

I know I will walk those streets with a sense 
of this beauty being too much to comprehend 
I wrote a letter to a friend saying I missed 
a true connection but that such beauty 
Compensates ? (For that)

My mind turns Atumn, 
again

I'm afraid
That nothing can really mitigate this 
Sense

(ation)

I think I must paint
a bird who returns to his nest

(Like the birds in my head)

My mind becomes Autumn 
again

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Affection

In a white living room I was 
surrounded 
by rivers of affection 
streams red with a foreign kind of 
love
they entangled and paired 
and connections were 
perceivable  
among gazes and words 
dressed 
in silver and pink I was there 
and yet 
somehow omitted as friends are 
sometimes 
when the blood-related gather
I was counting the words like
lazy raindrops 
or sheep when I fall asleep getting 
lost in the numbers I stopped 
while 
a few shy words stumbled out 
of my mouth 
awkwardly positioned I smiled a few 
times 
and found my space in the corner of 
a couch 
while the lilies of affection kept booming

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A Memory From Behind Our Sofa

She was saying some words while I
rather 
Small behind the familiar sofa sat with 
a couple of somethings I
Can not recall while the
words were falling out of her 
mouth like little Pandora's 
Jars ready to crack at the touch of his 
replies it was a delusional storm of
Elevated thoughts a few lost
commas 
stumbled between the sounds to
reach the right spots
I saw them fall and
collapse she had
to go back
to the rooms with snow-like
walls there was
no way to catch her meanings although
I tried 
With the trap of my mind but 
they were fleeting fast 
Perhaps
He just wasn't ready for that
kind 
Of conversational style He 
never got ready at last
She went back and never again
Appeared in our
 house
except as 
A phone call and a few tears
which he poured as I watched half
astonished and half
smashed
I was just behind that sofa but that scene remained 
In the back of my mind
unchanged

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A Flashback of Schiele

There is a
Strange quality to my memory of Albertina and 
Leopold's corner at 
mulled wine scented streets I walked
covered with a veil of calmness but 
A few things were somehow not 
the way I wanted them to be there was 
A different kind of energy to 
This lonely endaveour 
I came mostly for Schiele but enchanted by Kokoschka in Belvedere encouraged despite the magic's lack of presence 
To carry on through the coldness of the countless
passages
Only later I discovered 
That the magic never left me

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I Reinvented Your Voice

I reinvented your voice
and

I simplified your eyes I think 
and the firmness of your chest 
it became a personification of our 
farewell I

simplified your voice to an
unfulfilled reassurance I reduced
your fingers to a gesture
unreturned 

Redefined a couple of terms
claimed myself the right to change 
their conventional sense 
apparently I

Re-evaluated those few words
stubbornly reinventing
ambiguity of love
did you at least enjoy

The streaks of blue which I left 
after every 
entanglement of our thoughts
my adventure-driven touch (?)

In the immature naivety 
of the songs
that played in the background 
of this mismatched game

(I reinvented your voice)

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I Didn'T Think You Would Become My 'Old Friend'

We said goodbye once more inhibiting specificity as certain levels of significance tend to bring too much complexity we both know it 
well
with the 4 years of back and forth like the seasons we 
were shifting but always coming back to the same place every time you left I believed we would never meet 
again but this choice is not just for us to make
There was some more remarks to make
Apparently 
And the particularity of your humour was supposed to
make me hold on to my smile again
even long after 
leaving
I thought today was going
to be filled with reflection and
memories but it was a little 
more for both of us and even though 
now
you're supposed to go home 
This time
with someone new in your life
The goodbye we've said feels very similar
to those from the past perhaps 
this familiarity will bring something 
good to us 
Sometime

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Granchester

Welcomed by Granchester Meadows
Jade-like healing and green astounded
by what my eyes could not capture just a few
years before I found even more
beauty in the gentle laying of the grass in the
bluness of the Cam
river
With an old friend on my side discovering that
even in the spiral of change feelings can
survive rising my eyes to the chandeliers of the tree
crowns I was filling my heart with something
greater than hope for Beauty
is Love and finding either means
finding both tranqulised I
captured marionettes
of sundrops in the fullness of confusion I
found freshness of peace caressed by the soft
whispers of Granchester breeze I walked
roads which spoke tales of my long forgotten
wishes
while reflecting the stillness of my lapis
blue soul

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Towards Something More Than Intellect

Would you like to know what resides beyond the deformity of our perceptions if there is anything? Just what lies beyond those wishful embellishments emptiness perhaps nothingness if such is this
idea tempts like sugar many of the “intellectual” nothingness after the
last heartbeat a candle blown and the flame simply gone. But it is an answer of the laziest sort a rejection of possibilities of endless natures placing a dot
at
the end of a sentence which could continue and bloom into the most wonderful stories? They
like to say that imagination has nothing to do with truth (as if they knew all the mysteries of our minds) James Fowler – and others – have opinions of a more stimulating kind I say open up your
heart for there is much more beyond of what we’ve created in churches and temples even greater
Love
and imagination can be just the right door but there is and there will be
even more just
Stand
still and standing look and looking think and feel the voice that speaks through everything let it bring the freshness and vision of what there is to know and then in a brand new humbleness gently bow
your head
to all the powers which reside on the other side of the wall which divides
Human intellect from wisdom

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Misread Sonata

I played my sonata for you but you did not hear me touchning the spaces of the melody-painting points ommiting the sounds of my meanings your hazel 
eyes assumed that my feelings were something quite different Interpretation is not an easy task in the field of Love after all it's like the art of modern times just worst Our meeting of lips spoke less this time than what we have grasped seating arm by arm spilling the sea caressed sand in between our palms I whispered your song last night but through the redness of wine 
everything seemed to be coloured in blood with this grotesque melody I craddled the night to sleep while it kept my eyes opened I think 
I forgot for a while what we've said and 
distorted some of the less pleasant remarks 
For the sake of believing in this paper-mache
charm 
Later it was just me in all my spontainety changing the flow of the colours and the calmness You know On that night when we've meet I looked for adventure and you did not expect to get half of that
Mess while I wanted just that
but I happened to get ironically blessed
with something else

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Out of Schemas

They speak language of greyness
From birth I determined to live it
Closed in a gray 
Gray like a 
mouse BoxTown Imagination
taking routes to roads but possibilities
Limited by indoctrination of unreachability holding 
a glass of schemas enforced on me strongly
 inclined to
drop it semi 
accidnentially but more not than so 
A few threw at me a couple
Of
discouraging words but I could choose
To
 make them my cyanide or
Something else
Some of
Them looking though unaware of
The door opened in front of them
I've grasped the idea of chains more deeply
I'm 'free - er' as if and
Listening to the passing time
I drift 
With tranquility as my companion