words weave inside me
caressing
spreading rays
into unknown dimensions
destinations
as far away as
unspoken dreams
them again
I saw another metallic bird going west
a chemelon roach drone or a cycaida gsx possibly
what is your destination?
I'm too exhausted to make a rainbow now God. said
39
detaching from the drama of life
experiencing situations through only senses
you allow a natural response to
what is
images without thought
the present situation
seeing
without the distortion of the mind
allows you to not react.
forget both up and down
smiles or frowns
mixed all together
Ago long ago
dreams rippled
through a lifeless
anatomy of antonyns
that swirled down, here into a heart
*.
maybe it's the lightness of empty space
but if it's not
I can't be sure about holding it all together
while trying to understand
the wind, the woods, the silence
so I continue up the path
and into air
in this way, events are twined together
and when they slow and stop
in ways that look like this
I remind myself - don't forget to look around
because if you don' everything could collapse all around you
)
secret tides pull us back
as currents open the night sky
overlapping words
and borderlines
all fading
like a wind clearing
the path in front of us
Day 64:
people are speaking in an unclear manner
hopeful but not overly emotionally
Day 63:
I've distorted the reality of the present
by transforming it into an obsession
especially in relatively benign situations
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feathery fog carried the stillness
into eyes too small to absorb the light
like something lost
My senses slip
unable to stretch the length of a finger
But I'll speak no more of this virtuos victim
the feeling -The vivid sketch enchanting of a world slanting
I see dancing behind the high ceiling
magnified exhalated
goings on
When I wake to take a step
I'm pulled back down into surroundings
born in cloud and
shadow
the pillow noticeably perfumed and fragrant
I know everything now...and I understand
My love for you is my one special thing
.(
Thus isn't the poem bing ( AI) wrote
and I forgot. I saved it to the clip board
but erased it when i saved something else
f
It was in praise of cars from the late 60's and early
70s It was a very nice poem but i erased it forever by mistake.
.x.
Kindness is the light that brightens the day
Kindness is the warmth that melts the cold away
Kindness is the smile that lifts the mood
Kindness is the gesture that shows gratitude Kindness is the word that heals the wound
Kindness is the song that fills the sound
Kindness is the gift that needs no return
Kindness is the lesson that we all must learn
.
Title: The Purple Moon
I see the purple moon In the starry night It beckons me to come And explore its light
I board a rocket ship And blast off from Earth I feel a thrill of joy And a sense of worth
I reach the purple moon And land on its soil I marvel at its beauty And admire its toil
It tells me its secrets Of cosmic wonders Of ancient mysteries And hidden blunders
I thank the purple moon For its gracious gift I bid it farewell And prepare to lift
I return to Earth With a new insight I cherish the purple moon In the starry night
."
In the desert he saw
the purple moon
in the dotted sky
and they carried away
his secrets
nature's spiritual pursuits
things having an influence on my mind
nonhuman beings
x
nights stand
holding hands a swinging chain
back and forth
repetitions of sincerity
and the unforgettable
rhyme
racing into dream creamy showers
of hearts run-through
performing the scenes
of a romantic play
with the audience ever held
at the point of tears
$..
drenched by a silence
replacing words
I swallow time as
my spirit glides into a mirage-
posting into the blank multiverse
to clear the uneveness
tell the world if your heart has
a lot to say
even if it's just tumbling feathers
into the dryer.
*(2i*)
caress escape
wave wave movement infinite upward
planned simple
and end and and , in that case, and
after a lot of reflection
didn't really matter
and I swear I'm happy
.