beauty

slipping into the sea as threads of lace, nothingness bestows charm, an echo reverberating your scent, drinking the dance of sea horses, crossing x in the space that held your name, lies the door, where i find you, amorphous, gazing into me, closer than my breath, dissipating with the crest

grow

Crimson leaves lay over the hollow caves that blink, blink, blink, as swift speed glides, undressing urgency, awakening vulnerability, locking tremor, sprouting silence, muting emergency, releasing fullness, feeling You as a tree in her heart

goldenRING

somatic recoil propels seraphic amnesia within tall structures of delicacy, framing gems cached in Terra, a synthesis of chance, a crescendo, splitting the concrete in her eyes, rising lavish laurels above and below, forming pillars of love as a crowned legacy is born inside your heart.

battle

cold thunder calls in waves, wailing cries, pulling strings, separating truth. blurring spells swirl with the sea of eyes. monsters hide behind domestic hands. it shakes aimlessly with screams and shrinks with peace.

sin-cer

olas suben escaleras llegando bajo del mar
silencio sin segundos
amor sin-cer-a-mor

fLying

steps emerge forward sliding through like shelves, each precise with its pages of characters in uniform, prepared to swing the sword or scramble underneath a shield of weight. with each step, a new drama dreams, complicating the sorrow and numbing the tired legs. the fog is cold. the ground is far. the top is blurring. the climbing must stop, the ending must fall, to fly freely, of the lies that step, step, step

INhale

these days sleep on aoristic beds. daedal daisies on the covers warms trust underneath her pillow. as she sleeps, a fyke catches her dreams, night after night. the seeds remain, growing an olio of petals in the hollowness. morning after morning, though her eyes open without sight, her heart begins to awaken with grok.

feel

"it's weal", the girl said
"real", the boy asked
"yes it is real happiness" expressed the vibrations through the sky down to the ground for his heart to feel. "it is weal"

see-sons

"decaying leaves fall off
catching butterflies"

the feeling is raw. it is bare. and yet there remains layers and layers... as it is when we speak

;

planets retrograde in motion, gaining momentum to shoot far over the highest bridge, crushing the eyes to reach the orbiting light. ex-plo-sion

order

the design is paradisiacal yet it is the visceral that coruscates true beauty. its
brilliance glows within the arms of love.

a GOODbye

"Jhwh, Jhwh, Jhwh"

within You
the vastness lures me
yet destroys me
feeling the lightness of feathers
spreading everywhere
faintly breathing
transparently slipping
as drops of water
into the Palm of the Sea

war

atramentaceous bullets fire with the trigger of his thirsty lips, exploding the muscular pear-shaped troops. cardinal forces weep in gunpowder, igniting attacks onto fields of snow. the innocent wander with holes, depleting into ghosts. the tainted mix metals in their tanks, as the blues sob, meandering in search of peace

ode

"canta, canta, canta corazon"


better than nepenthe, it helped her remember feelings of home. and within this there was never mania. there was no rush to be anywhere, to do anything, or to be anyone; it was a feeling of a moment that extended with gentleness and simply brought the hues closer. more natural than her skin, it was a feeling that equaled her in one. an accumulation, like a ball of yarn whose drawn all its thread together, that round yet concrete feeling of a peaceful awakening. it grew with a soft strength, weaving her legs into roots, holding her eyes from falling over and synthesizing her tremor into a serenade.

web

the plane collapses in four, dividing the passengers in segments whose sum will make the distance of the line but for now will march in rows, aligning with those above and below simultaneously. a bow is tied with each, drawing circles in space to spin, giving the appearance of a breeze, which is really a connection of many. together closely moving, it is the phrases that push the arrows further west and quiet stillness that plays harmoniously within and throughout