Awakening

I wake up one morning,
on a valley immaculate of energy.
There on the bridge,
I stop and calm.
at the reflected way
through the water & lake.

I took possession of my reflection,
And dazzled me.
I hide
between the smallest star and the biggest soul.

Waiting the morning crows
to fly upside down,
celebrating the awake sound.

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Like sand...

Like sand, blow by the wind,
I wonder shining at the sun,
among us silent.
The very thought
that once we hide
be lost in the wind,
for death is without recurrence
to me

Can such an shell
without
his accidental circumstances exist?
When the doors of truth are like foams that set.

Because every man,
therefore, may tend to madness.

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Vampires

Insoluble bloodline conflict.
Ritual body washed
of absolution and impurity.
Transmitting bites of oral law & sins.

Fasting of truthful ones.
Tempting bodily powers.
Worship of country,
not people,

Imposing, word of wood pointed pale.
Only ascribed to war-ship.
Unseen, misleading, emphasis of
political coffin.

Governments are vampires.

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Autumn Sunset

Pour the eyes, crystal soul
Venus radiant, tears of wax
The skin listens exquisite, the roots.
Drying out on the green valley
Draw by the river monsoon
Carry by flutes in the air
Citing, misleading
Planting pressed cracks.
In the pots, boiling soft
Pink sunset at the back door
A young olive tree whisper
The autumn night, warm like calm rain

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Mermaid

Her curly face, tremble,
She settles on the sky.
Caress, the hands through her hair.
Her long stand of promenade colours
Catch on the deep-blue hallows.
Her mouth, shape of lips
Lubricated kiss, wets.
Red skin shoulders by the sun,
of fire passion, moves
The eyes swapping views
Ancient disbelieves,
Talks of reef sing.
Tales of sailors' dreams.

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Poverty

Oh mother bosom, holding your child
Yours arms, like a nest of warm cuddles.
Cast shadows, the heaven cool shade
Your words, hungry, fed of sour milk and sore
Trapped, pouring into empty stomachs
Embrace humanity- poverty
That the hearts of people, leisure devours.
The rich fantasy of your child
That embraces childhood games of spice.
Where life dwells.

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Frame of house...

Frame of house, and side walk,
Split at the king car passage.
Watch earful.
Sail routs, away from the land.

Pink tree & hills curtains
Watch from the window
Breath people heads
Hide on the shelter, like snakes, on the shadow sun

Hill's view of miles, park side
See the mallard duck,
feed on lakes & bread
under the oak brunch bad.
One step, two step, go back.
Damn

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Burning flames

Burning flames my heart dream.
Of ancient silence, absolve & winging.
Like in a dream, where storms listen.
Butterfly cocoons stand.

And at the night light, between the sea of the skies
Like rustic water, where antique mountain fall.
I discover my woes.

And when my body rest
Silence coupled angel respect.
Exiles, describe like in a horizon of eyes.
Flames burn like ices.

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Collection

I collect drunk fish and hunting dogs.
Shoot of rust, pheasant mallard ducks.
Mountain where I harvest bow of petrol.
For trout's wars

Zodiac ship fired by shooting lighthouse.
Killing blue lizards' skies.
Mystery forest of monkey trees
Celebrate creations of...

Don Chisotte visions, animal games, butterfly lovers.
Watch woman, wreck metal
Collection of holes
Hallow display.

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The Gulls Freedom

It becomes a mirror, the sea, while reflecting the sun.
The gulls are reflected in their infinite freedom.
Where are you running?
Stop and listen, at the leaves falling from the seas
at the warm ground, whims like a child.
Lizard hands and masks of glass
suspended in the night sky, where souls meet.
My though are like stars in my head,
bright at night,
too far to reach, there to hear.

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