A last waltz

Words slipped
From memories
Searching a lost dream,
That unrepeatable dream.
The grief was coiled inward,
Poisoning our love.

It was a dance,
A last waltz.
Our souls, still entwined,
Tried to keep our bodies
Alive.
Our clay
Erratically moved,
In searching help.

A crying arose
Between us.

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My Blue Rain

Let my blue rain to hold your green of life
And save it from the cruel summer heat
We need so much, my love, to be alive
More than the dying body needs its blood.

We keep so deep in our hearts the crave,
That crave of love awaiting for its gleaming
In our Elysian dream like a soul in a grave
That colored dream engrossed by its deep meaning.

The light of our eyes is shadowed by the gray
Those clouds of suffering, clouds of awakening
Our souls need to rejoice while we need to pray
And our blissfulness is only love uplifting.

Our springs and winters are crowned and entwined
White snow gives all the glow to the exploding green
While green inside the glow of white is hidden
And life is pronged up by spring breeze like a queen.

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Between Visible And Invisible

Your reality controls my life
With something, which binds
My fleshly existence and my third eye,
Despite self and despite logic,
Your sharp-edged screams
And this love focused
Only on materially living things
In self-assertion
Keep me locked
Within whatsoever limits.
Your emotions and conations
Are the embodiment of your ideas.
Your love is enclosed within them,
They are inhabiting your life.
You are the follower
Of your own creed.
You need to be
Freed from your own illusion
And from your own constraints.
I can see you

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In Loosing Control

Your translucent metaphors
Make my blue words to become
Seeds of a mirrored thinking.
My words need your metaphors to scream,
While emerging from their painful cage.
They need to be washed
Again and again
In the Light downpour.
My words need to be loved, sweetheart,
Their mad escape happens
Sometimes, in haste.
You can make them to get out
By being so well
Mixed with hate and pain.
My words may bite your lips
In a love kiss, baby.
My words need the blood of your love.
Moreover,
They need to breathe your love
In loosing control.

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Crack (Cliche and Cubist poetry)

Earth shatters

Slices of life,
Sequences
Of repeated occurrences,
Flowers waiting in their seeds,

Limitations,

Convergence after divergence,
Constantly sequencing
Optical aspheric lenses,
(We can say years
When we say yesterday)

Waves,

Abstract layer of time,
Minds,
Order against disorder,

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Spring (Double Rondelet Triolet)

With a deep touch,
The red poppy awakes the grass.
With a deep touch,
Red wants green's vibration so much,
The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.
The sky vibrates like a string bass,
With a deep touch.

The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.
The sky vibrates like a bass string.
The red flowers bloom in the Spring.
I see the nature's purest swing.
The wind searches his bongo drums,
The red flowers bloom in the Spring
When the time of the green grass comes.

I see His love
Like a white lily among thorns.
I see His love

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Pacific Trash Vortex (Triple Tetractys)

The rules for writing a tetractys are as follows:
Line 1 is one syllable syllable
Segment of speech usually consisting of a vowel with or without accompanying
consonant sounds (e.g., a, I, out, too, cap, snap, check) . A syllabic consonant,
like the final n sound in button and widen, also constitutes a syllable.
line 2 is two syllables; line 3 is three syllables; line 4 is four syllables;
and line 5, is ten syllables.
The fourth and fifth lines may rhyme or rime, the most prominent of the
literary artifices used in versification. Although it was used in ancient East
Asian poetry, rhyme was practically unknown to the ancient Greeks and Romans.
But this is not mandatory.

Waste
Sea green
Wavering
In slimy traps
In woozy circles
Gushing at the deep water horizon

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You make me who I am

When You go down
As a great light in the world....
A gently glowing light....

Every time it rains,
Your words unshackle my soul to freedom

You make me understand who I am.

You make me love You.

You release me

You let me be myself.

And every time I look at You I have tears in my eyes.
And every time I look at You I see my rainbow.

Between the kingfisher's large scream
And the sea waves sound,

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A Princess Of Romanian Folk Died

Romania is in mourning.
A princess of Romanian folk died
a few hours ago.
There will be many trees on this land
without the forest
and other cords of the guitars,
and some kind of vibration, maybe more pleasant,
but there will never be another Tatiana
impeccable Stepa, ineluctable Stepa, irresistible Stepa.
Because she could let her love
trickle into our souls,
until all her songs on the altar of praise were laid,
until today, when our eyes are glittered
from the reflection of our tears...
Her extraordinary talent melted our hearts...

And step by step,
ab initio Stepa, ab ovo Stepa

She sang all her songs to us,

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The wolfman

Don't lose your own hope at sixty
You'll reach your next nice destiny
One thing you'll never really know
How it could be with me in a real show

Don't bother to make a future plan
To change what is already done
It's nothing to lose and I can explain
That you will be so tired working in vain

Maybe I know you from another life
But I ran for being to another 's wife
Why I did this and how it could be
I know 'cause I received my prophecy

Don't lose your hope you'll be happy some day
All the world is yours and you do not have to pay
If you get crazy when I'm talking about love
Maybe is something coming to you from above

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