Prohibition

Like streamlets of gin,
floating the bottom of a bottle
The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes,
carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.

Dark alley, conceal brothel laughs,
of coats and hat's humps.
Snitch by the light arts
Seek by desecrate dark.

Dim by the uncover breasts, of cast angels wings.
Poison lime blossom dreams.
Mute movies, in the new cinema, talk
Pellicles of women sobbing waists,
necked under their concubine vests.

Violet liquors poppies,
Proliferate of distillate opiates
Scroll through blood, like an hallow barrel,
making the weak flesh, sorrow.

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Time

Archers and knights with spears and shields
fighting in the battle field,
wondering in the crowded city, among us,
like folded angels, unaware through space and places.

Where bounds infinite, cease
and green flames arise, like strangely faces
glooming at the memories of voiceless dream's
speaking depth, behind your reach.

And so you wonder,
Like shells and sand, floating away,
by foaming waves retreating,
on magnolia seas & lotus reefs

Silent like gold, blind like a flame that burns
running free at the wide fields,
run and run, through moons and suns
countless, full of chances.

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Sing

Hacking emotions, wear a mystic coat.
Heart of violet colour,
vine grapes mature.
Running wine of ecstasies and absence.

The sing, of crackling voices,
with hanging joy,
Of mans working the land with Coro of tired hands.
Of a fuelled mouth of warm bread,

Breeze blowing sweaty month trembling.
My teeth vibrate,
harps of carols voices.
Of shouting Childs, screaming wild.

I hear nature, in a circle ring,
of rosemary fleawort wind.
And grounds sweeten
from wild mint.

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On The Way Home

It bled dry the light from the night,
Again, in this shreds pass of strange creatures.
Gateway of home; stations
where you can encounter all species kind.

Long legs, short skirts
backpack, lonely heart,
skimmed jeans, lost dreams.

However, is the drunk man, lost along the line,
apparently straight,
to commit arrogance, abuse of obscene,
they tomorrow remorse.

I'm not much sober,
tiredness drunk me of cocoon vest; I cannot move.
My eyes judge.
The place is crowded, on the empty day,

The light unreal of large pupils, stack midnight,

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River Of Woe

Estranged, missing like the fuzzy moon in the day sky
Silent words, chastely left to harbour contour.
In my visual sadness of colourless horizons.

Hedges were blowing pits, ghostly float.
Like frightful hollow flashes.
Chilling crying vague woe

Foremost, something dissolves underneath.
Then touched by a constant swim of light.
Black and white rainbow dry.
Of vain rain, absent.

The thing that I listen discreet,
Soon afflictions sins
Where angels, anguish tenderly.
Quarrels' prayers.

River of misery water dim
Boat floating to swim, on the fading lost fog

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At The Window

My choking breath, silent run between the window
Frames of wild chestnuts' trees.
Murmurs of warm sheets cast away my body.
Balcony, sprout seeds of transparent fluid.

Mute you show me the world, so that I can make the tree sing.
And the birds' blow by the wind.
It exalted my desire, which cannot be neither confined nor not die.
Like shining night, reflected on cats' eyes.
Every time the moon shine.

Voices of flame, blow by the wind
Against the window spiffier, last fire soon death adores.
Of my breath, last sigh.
I shall disappear from the reflection of a sterile glass.
Contemplate with my sight the blue sky, and let it die.

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Nun

Strong form, index art, painted sculpture,
have left her feeling rather abashed.
A woman who is headed of a convent monastery, lives among the monks.
Abdicate, owing to a strange mental aberration, she forgot her own name.

Living in abject misery, abjuring her religion.
We may talk of beautiful thing, but beauty itself is abstract.
By accident of birth, she shall endeavour to accommodate you whenever is possible.
She nurses her breast, of obligation and kindness places.

Keenly with inquisitive analysis she observes rules.
Made like tiny wings fitted to her body.
The pain made her long for oblivion, against obscenity and obscure poets.

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Forms

Chest of golds, covered in thorns,
enclose the universe and its infinite thoughts
Mourning at the silence, creating forms.

The female forms, is the nature meanest beauty.
Draw by unwilling calmness, and chaste crops
Nest- less birds, bitter souls
Hold like clouds in the sky above.

Love is a cradle, rocked by waves,
on the ocean of calm laments, wrapped in soft wools and sobbing veil.
Where tears have forms of ablaze eyes, and diamond nights
blooming and shine at the infinite sky.

The different forms of dreams
Carry the remains of the unborn days
Escape at your eyes while you were awake,
maturing by your sleep of doubt and metamorphoses

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A chair meant to share.

In that mischievous room,
stand a chair meant to share.
Who 's would have said?
My endless days, on her soft contact,
pleasant the skin of mine

I recognized her from a dream that I had.
That girl at my dream door steps.
She looks at me, and says let's share.
Then I wake up next to her

Time pass since forever.
Two different persons, destiny coupled.
She drank me; with her strong soul, she makes me whole,
in my mind, in my heart.

And now we have a child, compensation that fills,
our love and makes it strong.
Mildness of caress, whispering in my heart.

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Dungeons

Sight blinded, I no longer wonder.
Mythology beast from fin air transmuted.
Florentine columns, dress in night vest
Shut up on the dungeons' palace view.

Angels hanging Achilles' heel in the vacant air.
Fly murmurs eyes, on the spider web.
Canteen walls of corked smell.
Like guards shape- my head escape.

Prisoner Reflections of queens with a dark shadow face.
The bells chime mute tower.
My heart tremble, My breath humble
Another vision of shameful armor.

Iron ivy adorns the entrance gate,
Silly hats, call the people, wear.
Behind the bars...

The king rats, salute from the chink of the wall.

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