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Laura Labno Poem
My heart shattered
You gently caress.
Your smile like mischievous
Fireflies
Lights up my darkness.
You breath aliveness into me with
Your warmth.
Making me want to love you
For breakfast
For lunch and
For dinner.
I smiled through the window of
My tower
Like a doll on a stall
But you noticed that I was alive.
I fall in love with the shyness of your
Eyes.
With the quite strength of your soul.
With the words you speak like a bird
That sings in the woodlands I adore.
I wish to see you grow like an oak
Play me lullabys like a busker travesting
Through the streets of my dreams
I dream
To be with you right now.
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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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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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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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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
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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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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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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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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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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