mingle

 

the great beauty in shadow

it calls out to me 

to be kissed and held.

once this was the first time

once without thinking of how i appear, talk

not everything was just chance 

not everything wasn't that long ago.

in the end. when we broke up

i didn't  know how to be happy

I was assuming 

I was the thing they called me

and now it's all just  something in the past

#

untangling at the end

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

separating images from time

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

*.

lightness or the empty space song

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

)

birds eye

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

 #

The black plant

 

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

.(

The Poem I Forgot

 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 by Bing AI

 

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

.

The Purple Moon by "Bing" ( AI )

 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 

." 

X aka swamply

 

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

fate twisted hearts

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

$.. 

night waves

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*)