There goes poeticess Read online

  sparklessly spark, a orchestra of coordinating numerical wonders, a

  minded dream reflecting infinite life forms of minds, going through

  bottles of seasonal adventures of tragic love, deemed as a solid truth

  and focus, drinking this heightening ecstasy disguised as soberity,

  feeding logical mechanical lives as were being fed them, afraid to go

  beyond it, never wanting to wonder what's after it,  never seeing past

  this illusive closed system, you are an earthly celestial computer,

  dreamy memories and shapes fly from your core and into your mind,

  where do they go now? there’s a tiny hole that you always peek through,

  awaiting you to seam through, I’m right there too, were getting high on

  what always was there, an expanding freedom, the true release and

  rebirth, here i see what’s really there inside,  learning can only do

  so much, we are beyond it and already know it all, it’s just one side

  of it, it's knowing freely beyond it, not learning it, learning the

  beyond, detach you from all, be the mindless mind of infinite core

  beyond it, perceive with your heart, soul beyond it, were living

  minds, beating hearts of systematic imagination and virtual reality,

  the mind of minded heart and soul, frozen in infinite memorial dreams

  and reflections, viewing futures and parts of now never there beyond,

  everything is a single moment of infinite ones as none beyond, moving

  in a frozen nothing which makes it something, our minds and cores

  break free as we meet in the beyond as just weightless essences.

  Poetic gates: Happiness is an impulse we swear its true, electrical

  shadow figures going by,  forever associating it with things and

  equations,  morphing melodic deaths, like a repeating act in a

  animated picture, it repeats and goes on, a moving repetition, you can

  be full and not happy, same with the latter, beyond it, it's your

  decision, true beauty and love release, condensed to a simple

  comprehension, a false meaningless apprehension, power is just a

  certain thing, self or one seeing it beyond its contracts, seeing your

  uglyness and seemingly badness as amazing, strong, there’s nothing

  better, cause in that, i know you are so much more, always shifting

  into pasts, futures without, were tolerating and in tolerating the true

  heart and core of things, making them one, in her space garden, going

  through the cemetery flowers, walking past transparent worlds gone

  unseen, looking through the poetic gates, liquid sapphire views with

  words speaking through poetry of dreamy memories and wonderus

  fantasies, just to feel real, the sun and earth expanding out towards

  another, meeting in the middle of the triangular space, reflecting

  infinite beyond above, lets jump out of this view, make all of our

  views one abd beyond, show the effortless effort beyond letting go of

  those times and views, changing shapes and selfs of intoleration and

  tolerations, look at yourself of pasts and futures now, send it into

  the unknown, you were so young yet so old in being free, as i grow

  away from that time, i realize how deep  and free i was, yet so naive,

  the only way to know what i saw and experienced is to see it at

  another time, place, far from it,  what i always did,  realizing they

  are the same, were animals of chosen infinity, perfection, gods and

  goddess of barbaric sophistication, be the animal of infinite soul

  heart and beyond,  just like sadness of release and death of reflection

  and beginning, have a purpose so does failure and it was a revelation

  of the truth, a different kind of success.

  Death flies the crow: Lost souls, following a trail to a finish line,

  where a blinding biased prize lies behind, lights of hidden dark fear

  compell our desire none our own, just another start of a false dead

  end notions to be the best of a view, convulted security of created

  different power, above it all, how can i see and feel you if you aren't

  at my level?  dead dark feathers floating, writing flowing inked

  dreams and memories of a lifelessness, we keep choosing this tragic

  love, growing into deathly nothings, pretending its everything, there

  so much more than choosing that you can comprehend, once you do it

  just flies away into the next mystery, eternally,  I’ll be your

  heroless hero of simple memorial wonder, of reflective freedom and

  connection, show me your super powers of weightless oblivions and

  sorrowful dreaminess,  the leaders of unique misunderstanding try to

  awakening us, the hearted truth, defined as corrupted pathways, we

  begin as one and end with one, always one beyond, death flies the

  crow, the flight of deathly return, another scar of another opening,

  fly with the wings of soul and memorial freedom my death crow, the

  releasing memorial freedom of oblivion, the dusk of dreamy sky lays in

  the distance, the brightest blue of you resides under the horizon of

  mystery, two stringed crescent oceans of dreams hang in between the

  memorial solar world, above them a empty space where they are free and

  real, you are my finish, the true first released into infinite new

  ends, two black feathers reflect strings that connect.

  Blood flowers: A growing tower flower, a risen power of a dead life,

  blooming bloody stems of illusive conquerment, just for empty security

  and comfort, forever slipping on this rising bridge, going into a

  darker illusive love,  two celestial heart shaped flowers blooming

  towards another from below and above, from the earth of oblivion, the

  moon of odd soul, graceful memories and innocence flow through her

  perceptive stem eyes, like reflective pulsar towers of a artistic city,

  always coming so close to the free end, only to fall over the edge,

  communicating pasts in memorial adventures, in the language of dreamy

  essences, every life is a relationship, every death is a break up,

  like blood flowers, we bleed out growing memories and dreams, cut the

  stems and fly into the next ones, yet never forget them, they are the

  gravity all around me, each one strengthens you and brings you back to

  freedom, right before her feathery touches my ground, she flies away

  as a butterfly, a seemingly perfect act of balanced clumsiness,

  reflecting scars of mysterious oblivious weightlessness and wonder,

  growth is from all ways, flames rise our true cores, the sun shines

  from above, rise with the flames of hearted dreams and life, my sunny

  stems always touched your earthly flowers in between a space garden,

  growing infinite lives and deaths all inside beyond, see the unseen

  stem of beyond.

  Celestial bee:  Two moving strings flying to another in the spot of

  connection, winds of curious dreams blow by, retaliating with

  delirious destruction, just for a fraction of a simulation, a sense of

  life, attacking illusive and visions mindlessly, the sunflower of

  dreams and innocence blooms death as we feast on her eye, full of empty

  satisfaction, what we are and strive for can’t be absorbed,  like a

  celestial bee, she stings her inked memories to awaken, to remember,

  your inked lines of sorrowful infinite cry down the pa
ge into another,

  likes stars pouring out light onto the page, gone unseen, a sting of

  strings ringing your memorial song, sting your strings of revealing

  freeing pain into me, into yourself beyond, where we shine in dark

  reflections, bloom rebirth and free life,  in time we will come back

  as strangers never met, don’t attack the fear and illusions, the only

  thing certain is beyond even that isn’t guaranteed, faith in beyond, a

  time beyond, a beyond of future and past moments, were always crying

  flames of memories and rebirth, we need both the fire and water to see

  it all, the soul and heart, the rising flame and the falling rain,

  were different souls, reminiscing those times forever, in that we are

  always the same story forever, stinglessly stinging ourselves through

  the ever glowing strings, the sunflower flies away with her hearted

  ground.

  Color four: Zombified poisons of control, fearful comfort surging

  through the vines towards your core, festering forests of deadly life,

  materialistic infinity and freedom, two star rays going away in opposite

  directions, we said we would always meet back here, feeling results in

  precevied numbers, looking for the highest validation, when the highest

  is beyond this one of all nothing, its the highest true free release,

  beyond it, i know these neon vined strings won’t hold you down for

  long, filling up with seemingly real life, falling deeper into dead we

  still continue on this one way towards the same result,  nothing can

  never poison your core as it is beyond, you always know your true hear

  path, you are the color four,  a million Decembers in august, changing

  seasons of memories and dreams as one, making new ones, as i look over

  the celestial edged water rope, a shimmering transparent universe of

  star shaped worlds and lunar waterfalls, taking a leap of all into the

  next all be yond, flying through earthly lines, filling up infinite

  seas of colorful dreamy memories in between the number, one way of the

  same tragic way, beyond every edge lies the escape back into your all,

  break free from what holds you down, everything ia an echoless echo of

  one that forever reflected, like removing a match from a burning line,

  one movement can change and prevent a million burnings, one burn burns

  all, the rest, the rays of our love meet back at the start of another

  core, always one, create and reflect the highest lowest beyond of

  none.

  Circular edge: Two circular spaces float on a lunar land, echoing

  bouts of dreamy sonars into new and old ones, a repeating game of

  tragic connection and memories, no matter how far we go, we always

  return to this invisible end, you appear, then you disappear,  i awake

  then i dream, following these lines of constructed fear and control,

  created by monsters of peaceful innocent freedom, without being

  vulnerable, we could never be free, our true heart, true strength is

  being your dream, anything just for a chance to connect and fly,

  prevention is a deception, taking us away from the true free wonder,

  remember that every death wasn’t a lack of strength, but just a random

  fate, you are beyond the strongest in who you are, in finding yourself

  in anything, the more strong we build up the weaker we feel know, do

  we even know why? a flucating string pulsating beats of rebirths and

  releasing memorial wonders, quaking sharp deaths of liberating beauty

  and revelation, a melodic distress, even when you get to the finish

  line, it dies into another start,  isn’t there something more than

  this? Going in a circular straight line, back and forth in a spiraling

  state of confused, on this circular edge of new deaths, about to step

  onto a new oblivion, reflecting lives in front of me and behind me,

  light shining darker, dark falling brighter, i know i'll reach the end

  of this poeticless poetic breath,  feels l like I’ve got nowhere, fly

  over and out of the circle and lines, with them beyond,  the spaces

  break out of the cycle as they become shapeless shapes of infinite

  beyond, we were always free from them, together in our pulsating lines

  of none.

  Dark glow: Lunar winds blow from your celestial lungs, just empty

  ghostly dusts of dusk, wintery springs of memories flying towards a

  far away cell, I’m breathing in windy death and gone connections,  a

  new disease of control, slowly creating my fate and visions, everything inside and out is my mind, my heart, we smiled in our doll

  kingdom, being held by illusionary strings of interactive dreams and

  imagination, when will we cut them off? A light of destruction, a dark

  of wonder, always killing another just to see if we'd come back, we

  always did, now it's time to truly leave, the look on your essence

  will give me chills of liberation forever,  lost in the dark glow, a

  enlightening fiery dew of your infinite ark down below, flowing black

  Innocence and dreams through my breathless celestial lungs, I'm

  breathing through my heart and soul, breathe your all beyond, I felt

  the string breath reach the world you desperately died for over and

  over, it bloomed a thousand moments of colorful soul hairs, forever

  flying off and on from your secret crystal, connecting to our string

  of infinite nothing be yond.

   Rainbow painting: All I see is a transparent thin wall, moving in and

  out of existence with every movement, nothing around it, were so one

  dimensional, creating the seemingly biggest validation of life with no

  room to breathe you in or out, were bending and breaking in a lifeless

  emptyness, still staying flat statues of no substance, didn't it take

  space for me to see it? When you reach the surface, it becomes another

  sea of  Like rain comets dripping down infinite oceans on your lunar

  canvas legs, they glimmer graceful Hope and release through the seams,

  a harp of old times echoing melodic free weightless ness,  like a

  living rainbow painting, a curved gate of one dimensional horizons,

  yet it reflects infinite dreams on wings of perceptive space, on the

  space line, listening to a melody of the deepest beginning that echos

  the farthest beyond, it only opens when bent, to go through you have

  to bend and break through, what I see isn't all that's there, we

  aren't these visions and coordinates we think are, the line spreads

  its all, it always was beyond the line.

  Sudden growth: Were slipping on iced branches, falling into another

  one, growing a connection of false structure, stuck in a celestial

  circle of visionary hype, seeing it through a dark cloud of one

  dimensional existence, digging into another’s living grave hearts,

  trying to reach the surface of this unacceptance space, a liquid

  flower tree watering a ghost sapphire, no amount can make it grow

  again, this way, we’ve gone too far, is there a way back to our moments

  of youthful all? we still rise in these tragic Changes, no matter how

  far we go, were still here, Going through its takes time to grow but I

  feel like I've went through a thousand life's meeting you, a instant

  experience of infinite rebirths at first feel, our last light ki
te,

  like seeing through a forest moon scope of memories and dreams,  you

  give me  a sudden growth, a returning adventure from all places in

  tiny spaces, the core of our moments, release your deepest story

  at once, when we look back we see that we Never grew this way, always

  grew beyond in our way, our lunar kites flew away in a electrical

  storm of spirals, reflecting our true freedom over the midnight

  landscape, how the words glimmer worlds on your lunar canvas, feel the

  skin soul, every moment, life, view is a discovery, a never ending

  search for our core, go beyond it, in every release, there's infinite

  emotions and love, with every word unsaid, there's a million more

  said, we express and show our true heart in seemingly not, in beyond,

  in holding it inside.

  Ruby tower: As i reflect dreams as waves hitting shorelines, a glowing

  lunar egg radiates a oncoming birth, a self-inflicted death,  another

  similar consequence of blinded power and stagnation, an intellectual prism snake angel, swallowing my all whole, feeling constructed

  impulses,  below a transparent girl running through celestial gardens,

  chasing a willow wisp prayer as it reflects memories,  i don’t want to

  come out of this dreamy love, yet i know it will end, we fall on the

  same life of comfort, a different kind with the same, we'll never get

  past it until we go beyond, until we feel ourselves, the experience

  and reflection, like cgs of a game, we reflect our furthest core and

  growth at any time, a red sapphire, reflecting a circular crescent of

  returning rebirth and release, from the falling ruby tower i see, the

  hearted stone of freedom, my weapon of rebirth, slashing through the

  illusions, an alternating ocean of slow and fast motions, releasing

  true dreamy birth and unbreakable freedom, back into the time of our

  youthful love, change the time into your time, the time of free heart

  and core beyond, we birth a known dream unknowingly, to be born or be

  we must know as we created it, we are it, we are beyond, the birth and

  reflection of all, existence, as the willow wisp reached me, the wave

  touched her, the egg reflected infinite flaming dreams of us, were we

  ever born? did we ever lose another? why am i writing this poem? maybe

  that’s why.

  The beyond void:, In a closed focus, swimming through a cloudy fire of

  memories, strings flow gates of dreams as scars in the misty sky,

  towards the dark ruby heart underneath the cruel misunderstanding of

  life, little kids hidden behind giant robotic stones of fear and