Photo credit: Christiaan Tonnis
Concepts they stand still
unproportioned,
exaggerated in what
they dispense,
irrational to approach to.
Once again we grab
pencils, we’re
immediately text-wise.
I’m departing as a rockwell
of scientists on the edge
of life; naturehood,
just chosen
and it’s my words.
I want to be peaceful
in the event
of death,
as in Gloucestershire,
on that sunday break;
I’d like to be sensitive
if I lose my breath
Photo credit: Matsuo Amon Mirages are fallen cultures Treasure Islands are for the occasional guest friend of a friend in a prophetic stance. Threenesses harpooned by Zen As you dream that I am dreaming As you state that I am an artifact The time of awaking is posing; - statues, hold your breath.[...]
Photo credit: Timm Suess Conjecture is my limit to conceive as I’m never out there without some phrasing - I’m just coasting by sailing, while guarding despair from the magnet of species; I’m watery into ya. Ah, my sista’, I gotcha large values, midnight balls upon the docks,[...]
Photo credit: Bola de Hilo Ciego Your anguished Persona boils down to the avant-garde compassed with the simplicity of masking thoughts. Forceful with clarity, a sponsor of literacy, you sought no consolations as you left the sharp visuals. Choices, foyers, a momentum - in your scenario.[...]
Photo credit: sorakirei Trends of the Supernatural Where I do my own thing Maddened by the leisure That got me here Problems, have you started rollin’ on me? Are you comin’ back, Horrors, by haunting me? Blends of the Surreal Where I shark my teeth littered by the annoyance that pulls my[...]
Photo credit: dmcdevit I’ve got a knack for evocations which exceeds the scope of my eyes I just try to relate things, as I dramatize; I, only I am tamed. Sometimes I act ubiquitous, ostensive, and yet unnamed Without my pencil on the way I sense surroundings, and the tongues of whales.[...]
Photo credit: jmpznz The Human Age is Moby-Dicked and mind-screened as shoooting stars on blobs of eye balls. Barking dogs are validating factors on the path to North Wood and it’s greeny pine leaves. Oh boys I’m so heroic to stare at this madness, while being glared at by light – [...]
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