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Best Poems Written by Petrus Jansen

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Audacious Antics

adjourn the circus for you have a child,
who is confounded between antics and love.
her umbrella have been beaten by the cold,
she wants to be hold and touched, forever-fold.

adjourn the circus for you have a child,
your audacious face-paint won’t last another smile.
ludicrous like the monkey who belongs in the wild,
take you last applause to find; they all did it to unwind.

adjourn the circus for you have a child, 
your heart seem to tick out of chance
as you glister the ludicrous dance,
she begs you, to alter your stance.

a drop of pearl escapes,
and travels over the ghoulish landscape 
of fractured love and tainted frappe,
to find a telescope in search for hope.
but once again she is only to find;
your soul still colorblind. 

audacious antic, 
adjourn the circus for you have a child.

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Prickle, It Prickles.

these many too frequent empty flavors make me tear.
drip rupture sprinkle
to the ground, prickle, it prickles.
condemn me to wonder, a sparkle of her sweet.
puzzled by mind, whirl heart twirl. 
agony, candy kisses, carnival heroes and innocent scribbles
make it moderately tangible.
spit swallow sculpture
filmy bones collide, a breath disrupts time 
my teeth clinch as blood invert to surreal,
she touches like a thousand. Mother Theresa.
all falls. mellow. the cognitive city goes asleep.
she plays my thoughts gently.
sings swings suspends
make her cease.

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Upside Down Where Nothing Falls

open minded patchwork of dreams
one minded irritated hole screams
gliding feather won the thunder race of kings
whirling nostalgia the howling star links 
raining abstractive tons of anima, it stings
pick up the phone and heart sings 

drown struggle, breathe revolt, mass drinks
puke pride, taste flawless imperfection, too loving sane 
...skied harmony, swimming sun

upside down where nothing falls
picnic in unbound space

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Ocean of Joy

Cold allude my humble feet; 
Withdrawing what I thought to be hope.
Modernity is behind,
Should I go back knotting the old ropes?

My heart sinks slowly with the jaded sun,
As I watch my film called life.
A tear happens, a tear happens;
God moves and I dive.

All falls, all twilight,
I drift aloof, no rope.
Something, my memory fails...
Subtle in the Kaleidoscope.

We turn, marvelously and innocent,
There is no I in the Ocean of Joy.
Fond allude my humble feet;
My hope is empty, I can Love.

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Object

were spiders reach the lonesome dust,
                        here endures a jar robust.
it bares no needles, nails or rust,
       but the object all should trust.
it knows no hate, greed or lust,
                    without it, all is lost...

a white-coat appears and take the heart,
        his last remainder to be taken apart.

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Tinkering Saga

when we fall from our idle tongues
to the traveling tracks of virgin drums
and conclude our moist lips,
to the odorous of angelic bird-songs.
all to be our own little tinkering saga,
sailing over the alpha and omega.
chance evident if innocent,
loose hands trickle the magnificent,
as the spider spins and spins her cobweb
to catch the stars of pure hearts
so they can everlastingly shine and be tied
and be cited by those who lost their steed,
for they loved with swords on duckweed.
so if you glimpse skyward to assert,
may all burdens and afflicts avert
that the tinkering saga can exert to concert,
in your heart, so all can be beautifully art
and you can depart blithely from tears
to the stars of pure hearts.

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Transmit

phantom purr, fantasy fur
obscurity occurs;
matchbox rattlesnake
roulette universe stirring the milkshake.
hitching the horizontal,
words play the stars.
street signs become platonic,
particle dust becomes my sunset
on the narcotic checkered floors.

circulating rotten taste,

secrecy keeps transmitting awake...

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The Final Crown

Time ticks acute to oblivion
From the melancholy mannequin to love’s aquarium.
I kiss the last clown, the last frown
Our hearts drift inconspicuously into the unknown.

Phantom world, feel me!
Star by star we flick, to find the final Crown
May all be free, may all gain entree.

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Universal Undercoat (Automatic Writing)

streamlining trough the objections life presents
the flower had a leaf but it repents
sunshine through thou darkness while we blend
the mixer destroys the suspect
hopping hop-hop
raining down with tone
it struck his mind with bedazzlement of
and grabs him out of cinema life
swimming on the checkered floor
splash-splash lick the platoon
fingers rushing through the unknown matrix of men
life by machine while the bird songs bend
ghost grass fling for the sarcastic wind
mumbling back pain eyesight on the swing
his name is clustered from surreal things
mind the oblivion of fascination the holocaust of nature 
fly-fly cause what happened left
humbleness has reached a point of gloom halo
why not this parking lot?
broom-broom as she swings wildly into the horizontal 
distortion of imagination, jack-in-the-box had some luck
feet spindle until air hides
we are to ask the narrator
no comment from the flower gallery
magnetic shadow finds no pole
drunken trolley is the only one to catch the sun
stitch the camouflage great oceans of the world
a neutral switch no coding attached
crook robbing the forest from its daily affairs
moonlight blues for the wolf of man
revolting against integrated logic
they all shake heads as he drives down somewhere
grudging through the city y-tic
tic-tic-tic we turn left from right
the bass coughed man has a trailer to his mind
absolutely nothing harass the plane with a face underneath

this is universal undercoat