Lotuses inspire harmony, me to sing.
i wish i was allways singing a strange song about the story of a enamoured pilgrim to your altar
you call it the revolution, i call it the hand of god#
valid up to the point that you surrender to the florid hands of love
the mathematical solution to you
shall you pinch the gourge
revealing tHE SECRET LIFE OF CRISTOBAL C
DISCOVERER OF A NEW REALITY
OF ETERNAL CELEBRATIONS AND passed the stage of indolence,
into a more controled space
guided by the hand of god
A NEW STATE OF CONCIOUS NESS
WEARE AT PEACE AND CONTEMPLATING HER gOLDEN APPLE CHEEK
FERTILE FIRE FROM THE PHAROS
CELEBRATING my relative value in the universe
contrasting with the rest of the world, what does it say
although i shouldnt compare myself, my relative humility
plucking apples
fishing for compliments, worrying about other peoples relative importance, what about my relationship
the task is not a race, or a duel
betrallal is not loyalty
opression must be dealt with austerity and assertion
A REBIRTH
A STATE OF MIND AND A GOOD ONE, HERE DO YOU WANT A GODESS, YOU CAN MAKE HER STAND ON HER HEAD
WELL REALLY ITS WHAT YOU DESIRE
NOT TO ABUSE BUT TO ADORE AND BE THE SHINNING BURNING LIGHT HOUSE
ME AND THE GENIE
completely arresting a mere whim of passion
conservation of transcendental euphoria, the invisible product, saturated with the material
the only clue that we are living on planet earth
lighted candles
assimilated in the public dominion
garden with flowers
likes and dislikes
love and hate
the balance
action indicating the way forward
horses and cats
division of the harvests, and the granite
free distribution of clouds and adheresence to white horses
queen of the waves your wishes came true
catasrtophes outside this hexamers predicted by the guards of the cake.
the enclosed fountain weeps on to the inky pages of my diary
tribute but the sun has her veil lifted and heroicaly drys the pages of his tribute to the branches of the garden of xanadu.
i love the reflection of godesses in mirrors
in meditation
in
ILLUMINATING THE DARK
MESSAGE LEAVE IT HERE
WITH TENDERNES OH SHALL WE LISTEN TO THIS SOLEM MUSIC I KNOW YOU WILL LIKE IT THE SONG OF ASPASIA
WITH MY HIDEM HEALING POWER AN MY CURING OF YOUR WOUNDS AND YOUR FATTING UP AND MAYBE WITH A TOUCH OF IRONY, , BUT MOSTLY CHOCOLATE AND
ALL THINGS THAT DANCE TO THE RYTHM
WITH SOME OIL YOU CAN DISTRIBUTE LOVES REQUIREMENTS
LETS BEGIN TO ADOREWITH OUR FORMAS AND ILLUMINATE FOR THE BELOVED GODDESS
HER OF THE GOLDEN THIGHS
LIKE CHICKEN DELIGHT
EPIC MEMORIES OF A COFFE USELESS PINHEAD
BULABAISE OF LIFE CROUTON IN A BULABASE OF LIFE
SEEING AND AS OPOSED TO NOT SEE
GOOD OVR EVIL
THERE IS A HARVEST IN YOU
IT INVOLVRS WALKING OVER THE HOLES, THE EMBERS
JUST FOLLOWING BIOLOGY
FROM BEGINING TO END MY DISCOURSE WITH YOU COMES OUT OF WISDOM YOUR GLEAMING LAKE TO PENETRATE
a gypsy song, love takes me higher than the mountain
i love high stars that rule destiny a warm part of you,
your form to explore
so i can reach the stars
listen to the music the solemn music of the spheres forest that
take me now and hold me with my precious tendernes which i guard jealously
tenderness me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem