Moonclothes
Some of this collection of poetry were published on http://www.poetry.com/user/Torgaut-Gulliksen/13575253/. It is a description of the moon refered to as a woman. I'll see if I can find them some of them seem to be lost.
Spare a dream
Within this room an inversion of time
where anyone that tricks the knob
may buy my dreams, and let out
The first to try; oh my, oh my
Is certifiably a man of truth
Where is this goon that bids a theft
upon the night when the streets are lit
and the house windows are shut
against the purpose of tomorrow
Bring back the days, as fate and fortune weighs
as the man done his pays
Ancient admiration, look me straight in the eyes
recent participation, shook the dream to whom it abides
Thus I never stole the moments I longed for
and I never bore the knowledge I’d love for
When the night steeling the day robs a soul
and the day rightfully returns to what it knows
I shall disappear in disappointment
- vanish out the door,
where the wind whistles a song alive.
Bring back the days, as fate and fortune waits
as the man paid his days
Introspective Futurist
Assume the ignorant as fashion of a beast
Reliantly confide the creation
A sunken malignant with a censored soul
owned the imagination
Who could teach these to become thieves
Of learning to absolve the retreat within the occupation of mind
Age I taught for a circular thrive
As the times went by, I could hear her cry
(At first) “I’d circumvent the sky”
Amidst the glory of spokesmen weighing words
Along the watery wordy thirst
(Later) “Sold to the proprietor”
(Never)”I’d done my worst
Insane Unite
Where the bread is I found me
casting air into shadows
fearing a pair of shoes
standing up-side-down against a purple wall
confusion in dream-walking while
throwing coins at the stare
of a living in a nightmare
Then the crumbs thus attacking me
sworn peace, devout being
at the stakes of my concern
is the voice reading my return
to castle of white, sing at sight
singing out the demon
Cascades in the mist
Feel the bleach of fog come again
Seek the reaching myre ghosts befriend
a lieu not for the living in her stead
rage siftering grown moon
as standing on the brink of a cliff
leaning restfully upon us
between the woods, through the trees
beaming infested rays
gleaming secrets in the shadows
Watch the fairy steam rise
as silver ice upon a moisty ground
Touch the gentle humid air
a leaping glare
the mighty stare
that she might share
every moment thus as sacred fear
a screeching sound when she comes near
the owls prayer and the wolfs howl
the winds weigh and feet's stay
Sense the wind touch
when a cloud veils her as an apology
The shun keeps shining
as spirits of decay
Thus is all the forrest's hidden say
A solid approach to a posing stature
Indignant conceptual raindrops
solidly approaching a posing stature
one hand in the pocket
a cigarette in the other, this old corner
where cold as gold mounding shepherds
comfortably ignorant and assured
reasonably sane rapidly moving
from eye to a road never walked
where others dignified by regret
adorable crossing railroad tracks
freedom’s tasteful lure of nothing to do
today or never and always
rapidly assuming feet fate
on a standing ground
Ideally a supposed natural function
seldom regret of rational consequence
face the immortal water
a touch of sole soil reminding soul dancer
these moments sense as ordinary today’s
sleeping under blue skies
before a conceptual leap of imagination
for to live on life alone
as a vision of eternal roads
with a friend much adored
assumed identity
On wind barrows of reason
a crow hunts within season
a painter paints a portrait
of the
In the mirror world again
a follower his friend
Out of curious cats pens
the instantaneous sends
a vision of beauty in dark
a pursuit admissive park
The invincible weigh of words
in a strangers horrid herds
A tenants concerns
for what his lord earns
is for what a soldier turns
within a woman’s yearns
Tell on narrow path
within a dragons mouth
Walk an instant regret
what we all know yet;
Fortune is a game
without a name
Freedom a voice
within choice
Time is a woman
twitching each blizzard into sight
She passes me by, each sunset I grieve
and prouder than night when she leaves
Where she dances, yet out of might
reaching clearly from absurd height
This between us I ask to glare
but feeling solitude when I stare
upon her trace, inside her face
within her grace, around her lace
The pointlessly repeating scare
remember me for what you were
She puts my eyes into momental nothing
and for what’s behind the clocks sotting
There silent approach to amuse the gov
you were only cute when not known of
a bothered fight, now, what used to be play
for further reason, time, why don’t you stay?
When it is dark she is still there,
and alas I may never talk to her
Taste of a memory
"black snakes, surling"
around the ditches you can't know
into which you threw me
so I would learn to climb
and this lonely cleft, with no trees present
burned inside my mind
this anachronic; supposed to have happened
is none of your concern
the passion of these creatures
accepted slimy seizures
with minutes standing by
into the depth of reason
where only I can hide
towards me, towards me
the closeness of their scales
my very soul at sale
"snakes crawling against me, surling"
I wish I was blind
so they could feel me
The knave's wake
you're rights are sold
below difference, the art of mold
someone's bane the dragons shell
his burning breath the flames of hell
imprisoned by a flag that bares no name
a knabe, the son, this cold his grave
with his sword he rests
untill the seventh moon
his eyes are gests
he will arize soon
Crude blessed high tide
time for secrets she may hide
a shapeshifter climbs the castle walls
his truth the darkness upholds
oh light so bright, oh unicorn at sight
oh danger at plight, and a knights might
will you take me home tonight
loneliness, his pride the cloak
ocean cries in a suffering soak
he woke and shun, by the prayers of a nun
saints aren't singing with the voice he's done
screaming to the night
aches around town somewhere
closer to my elbow
awakes in the middle of the night
a dream she couldn't explain
these seems the other morning
when all thoughtfully diseappearing
a feeling crosses
her mind the mystery of darkness
she should think more clearly
and a dream turns into matter
when she twinkles as the latter
pride of being pure
the naked soar, which you can handle
bidding on personality, she lit a candle
let shine for dreams without words
shores absent of purple, curl into vulgar
soft sharing, as in time the other dreamer
wasn't sleeping, "I know what you're made
of..." could I've dreamt she was mine
remark of the sun
bare grin, in the sunshine
the naked truth recembles
a face colored in my heart
and darkness bear the future
(feelings I once knew), carry them through
a decission, when agreement is to find none
there amongst all the rest
for the seccond time her skin is blessed
sought reasons in the shade
of what exactly are these colors made
this fumble isn't really you
a walk, alone, where always two
done, crazy! like a remark of the sun
shun, lazy, when I know you're gone
and the black stains of shadow; there is a cause
you see them all and cover my flaws
sweet brilliantly a chance
early eventual morning dance
lost prayer
now what is lost
somebody else climbed the sky
Starlight
and a reaching for thou
is a diamond carved of ice
the torment in your expression
cracking souls on displace
this stone is your face
and I know you’re not the enemy
insipid beyond
(reading a newspaper in the park)
celebrity found sure
or in defiance of what is pure
black letters, a tag, a name
the photos in the frames
this page like the other
gray, building sky, why bother
one more, just another
and a thought of the great white garden
burning grounds and pegs in a pardon
makes my mind a hinge of a made malice
the weight in wonderland without Alice
like kings without the shining crown
and winds, soundlessly immerging
untill I swallow a raindrop
and walk shivered arrogantly into the next
celebrity found sure
or deliberately in need of cure
(government denies knowledge)
infliction of restraint
there in the absence of my imagination
a wound that stained the absolute weighing
of carrying immensely undermining
the insult of eternal damnation
yours; in hand; the power; an inclination
of the fact that buried under your smile
a truth never resting and yet wild
will torment me always
the next moment fled into your dance with dead and excuses for a worry
"never said im sorry"
this accute infliction of restraint
from you in which I make
and when you follow
"the emptiness of no reply"
forever be thy name...hollow
dreadful insight into a vision of what is never to be known
sorrow with pity, and a distance forlorn
long lost and forgotten a pledge
for lad and lady to know the wedge
of the hammer, “sold”, what the rammer told
“the next time they will get you good”
then fear is knowing what one couldn’t be without
the fowl fury of the black snake
wherein truth is love
the twisting momentual habit
when we speak of time - as we know it
there is judgment hidden in each word
she takes and the next step is a mountain
mistfully there, covered in green-blue trees
"tosa'e hese ehane?"
He who knows, she is with wind in her
hair, aching, beating, running
and tell her to believe that the sky is
the eye, of all - living and dead
When the morning hits mother's face
the stories fall apart, and a witty start
falling from heaven, a hawk
thus; "when is dark?", the bird fed on the
very sight of prey, shrieks and flies away
always closer to the enemy, and as they
climb the steeper side, each cloud covering
He lives up there, where the moon finds its
lair, where sleeping weary of forever
dark night with snow
So dark inside here I can't feel my eyes
the emptiness is taking a walk on me
Questions arise to weather I can feel
the left feature, focus feather dancer
is a ghost hunter that once knew my name
Her stroke is like a victim of wind
blowing strikes of sin
and one suffering, one life, one shroud
upon moments proud
blue icy heaven, we may march
to the ceasing of an answer, as the
grey moon talks, together only this night
forever the marks, of footsteps
crushing the ground
the sounds - We will listen tomorrow
downwards
a search for a holiness, as buried
in snow which never melts
the sound of a drummerboy, is within
the snowflakes walk
craft of the lonely
there inside a dark hut
he knew his time for
blue names shutting the windows
leaving all behind
coming closer to a riddance
of the crate behind the curtains
of a safehold beneath the burden
and a strange wife cries
The morning owns the sun
and the night feasting on a narrow path
the road that brings the night so dark
"Qui patria dominum," when the river sings
She who knows must suffer
These storms are rougher
Him that carries her, is destined
quite sane and safe, pardoned for a rest
with devils knowing the best
a new dawn sits on her lap
Death is behind her, when she naps
"We all know this is tomorrow," silence
a knowledge quite forgotten
a reflection in an eye
deep severe blue shine, like diamonds devine
treasure moment, every shivering torment
the ice that sinks into a second
the blame, the worry and the reckon
A stare aware of instant pride
I'll share, in time, though you will hide
A care for fearfully beautiful watered color,
a care for certainty and diminished power
in these winks I could dive the shore
and knowing I couldn't ask for more
for the sorrow and the pity
for the narrow and the witty
for the shallow and the gritty
these clouds that shade the black city
as a glacier infested with godly darkness
the pardon, the guilt within a holy godess
The distance, a river running forever
capturing thoughts and raining clever,
embracing souls, for the closer severe
climbing within me, the all and clear
These are the mirror of you, my dear
Indian girl
"A figure within a whence, these forreign eyes
that personal hence, shining proud poverty
a short shaking shiver zaphire, her likes, a short-cut
trying to make way for the closer surrounding."
The flossed gentleman rests his shoulder on the corner
in the park, where upon an unspoken burden of a
contemplated misery mist, amidst mythical
ghostlike fractured dreams; persons smiling at him
"in so strange a manner - even he would be looking for revenge"
He raises his left hand towards his face
like if he was taking a look on his heart's pace
"The arisal of a frozen world within the minute
of a watch lost in time. Who would assart -
the stepping on this other grave - so far apart?"
With a strong bore voice he points out in the air,
immediately waving his hat, upon the apparition of his scare
"How the ice could share, a beating and despair."
This cry of the moment; she looks right at him
her glitter the torment; her light grows dim
The crowd scattered by his vigorous ring
"The man is about to leave, had he ever been this alone...
if he never touched the weary; who, my friends, dare moan?
The one and only...glory, in appearance, is an untold story
Now surely, by sworen words, I'd never done the worry..."
the supposed had no future
claiming reliantly what was discovered
under a blue moon, the water, the snow-
white reflection from a mirror
particularly refering to the sun
shine, with tears in her eyes
standing within a moment of reprehension
the dynamical reason, she leaves
disguiding me, for what, I envy her
certainly knowing that our glory
in presence is always lonely
of another intrigue
the shown season creaving ceremonial
of a particular afternoon
a loneliness in fractured testimonial
reassuring me soon
strange road
strange road shrieking wildly downward
the knowing; I must dream the snow
range wide seeking shove
of a latter costly pride
chief shatter shielded scatter
seak the pasting of a shadow-matter
Gathering a wake, cruel make
breathing for an angel's sake
remembering well, a changer's shell
-of the names, of the names
The saying seizure first fact feature
freezing famined creature
-they knew the game; and it's the shame
of never leaving with the same
Moon chalk
Bleak curly moon sifter
soon surely loon drifter
amidst founded fits
the leaper lits
imaginate
Crude divine intervention
sooth say sensation
rule each instant plead
of darker seed
abbreviate
The construct immaterialist glow
a stolen fractured show
In the darker fair morrow
a liars stare sorrow
illuminate
Assumed incited dream
jealous spiteful stream
of light waving dust
touching withered must
obliterate
Thought lyre found
a linger latter sound
of veiled spirit’s walk
heaven’s white old chalk, listen
information
bureaucrats
inside
lease
loss
venture
idealist
names
pardoned
legally
patronized
beauty serene
Bureaucrats are hunting for information
idealist thoughts in a desperate situation
legally portraying suffer pure
agonized lease to find a cure
for this assumed private dream token
a word of advice as of dreams spoken
another world it seems
as if darkness screams
for light;
for a lesson of the moon’s gleam
“I am better than ye!”
and pity fools
the name; on a lost man’s bane
and his light of eternal flame
visionary
buy me an illusion
on the narrow streets
where poorly forgotten
as consumed settings meet
radiantly perceived as images
of a second sun
inane approved surface
of light shun
as a leap of moments
mind the stature of demanding
timid times of treasure
assure me thus that I am standing
and this dreamy white deserted place
where to be of what am I
to know
a hungry eye
from a dread of chance
the shadow dance
quiet, listen, elegance
Manifest destiny
Within clarity the consuming venture
sense assuming dreaded creature
of what to come assured
as every moment blurred
by words sensed in solitude
as thoughts of grief interlude
a stare in the mirror, aware
the
no such being that sincere
as a loner in his chair
what the night taught us,
brought thus what her pride bought us
Up there on heaven tall
shun amazed never fall
as crooked smile from distance
nature’s own assistance
sacred arrogant encircled by dark of night
eyes to a soul upon the sight
of this precious humble gift
ancient as time, yet swift
in equivalence to her purity,
accompanied by obscurity
is no doubt an angel’s touch
as no man knows her much
Relic of the wild
Inside eyes so pretty
I see the second sun
within stars picked in a basket
Shun for the glory of the moon
A question arose
For a petty tradesman
in warrior clothes
The answer noone adores
Sworn to proclaim freedom
at the very moment
dreams come true
The torment of light so bright
retained a veil no less of a mystery
as darkness forth the embarrassment
What time to bestow her
Thus time is what we owe her
Twice blessed inst, the ignorance of youth
What do I fear but sacred truth
Eager to inform
No less of a gentleman
The tyrant storm sentence
in charm by wolves night
I pertain the mighty wind shadows
She dresses in her clothes
The inspector of dreams
Casually
another face
limp tickets and empty space
In a shadow the hallroom dances
as when I followed the dreadfull dashing
conserned
A griffin before the gate
asks me where do I want to go
I turn ahead
and there is a wall
a nature call
Will I take the wind of your sails?
The preferential dynasty
An incite to the informing guardians of light
Where upon I taste the wind
And strangeness is a button, colored mad
A tag told me, they could trace imagination
Where the fold, is a distributed reflection
On the purified mountains people live in
And everything is in the eye which cures
My regret in the denial, pure as youth
My certainty at trial, sure as sooth
Wild euphoric
The vile euphoric twisted
in spirits void as infinity, sincere
Spoken words ambiguous
as the mirror world attains
a superficial survey of the sane
into the rational face of morning
mindful regrets, no purity in sleep
soaked
purity in ritual sleep
The vile euphoric twisted
looking in the mirror with a stare
Wind curl
See the wind curl
blindly into the woods
waves of brightness
crates in the fog
dim light distress
Feel the sin swirl
of early sunset
in a
gentle laughter
mildly amused
Read the tears
as they fall on paper
courting empty shelves
the muse at winter
Where the angels meet
Marble stone
I return
Where angels meet the marble stone
returning facades greet the anonymous
Am I the only one left silent
where love would grow eternally
on lives spared at the mercy of God
A stepped on grave the shadowmaker
which keeps a name upon the fields
of glorified ways the enmities away
as time returns a favor
the amusing moments at daybreak
talking to a wall in an investigative way
as time invites ghosts on the payroll
this house they went to live in
largely enough
widely amusing
The next room
Dissipated in an orderly fashion
Anxiety in the walls
Expropriate the wardens words
as if never heard to listen
but to obey
Stuck on ground this close
relation measure watch me
as I dance into the mist
hastily concentrated on a word
That moment changed the outer understanding
of how to make thoughts appear
on pieces of paper
the chewing tobacco liberates me
Thoughtfully the words appear before me
She is admirably sane in her outrageous consuming
I stole her
Mouths
Construction of metaphysical personalism
to own and voe words into void caused urge
I slept then
visionary
buy me an illusion
on the narrow streets
where poorly forgotten
as consumed settings meet
radiantly perceived as images
of a second sun
inane approved surface
of light shun
as a leap of moments
mind the stature of demanding
timid times of treasure
assure me thus that I am standing
and this dreamy white deserted place
where to be of what am I
to know
a hungry eye
from a dread of chance
the shadow dance
quiet, listen, elegance
The petrified heart
The carcass of moments, walking
into a grey sky,
the buildings standing tall
against the foothold of my own
systematical belief in returning
Image of a beaten rock
constructing evidence
What life would endure
a fracture in mind
the moon wears a frock
under the trees
where I belong
Stranger
The walk on shadow spark
greeted by brightness in the dark
This alluring moon’s tide
hide
ride the empty hoards
I am clever, I am clever
At the wards
where growing grief setting
light of day
a chardonnay
Who bought my freedom
in a house of clay
Doubting the night
In an alcove the wood lit gleam
these hours in a poor man’s dream
doubts the embrace of darkness
seeking repentant distress
in wishes of distant faith
the nightmare of hate
A demons advice
in an angels eyes
the storm of life right before him
as words from the night so dim
detains a refined sentiment
tore in all beauty sent
Heaven serves earth
remains of her girth
as patient as the moon
is the creature’s doom
Fire fair soul of the forest
your lights guide dearest
into obscurity of fate
hurried to the gate
of beautiful natures pride
wherein summoned ghosts hide
to bid this light another day
knowing strange the deadly pay
Displaced
rural construct
wind forest
prayer for the lost
assigned beauty
conceptual arranged thought
taste of relent
wind witch
Upon a feather shadow timid slow
a patriot’s fear the wound won’t grow
Courage in the foam of spirit’s woe
measured roam of night’s in row
A prayer for the lost assigned beauty
conceptual arranged thought suit thee
On
smoggy taste of relent’s instruction
When life
In life
Of life
From life
To life
Daughter of dreams
You come when they have left
They go as they are
You’re a wind up the loner
stranger than the trumpet blower
Where I stood
The suddenly grave impunity of bewildered souls
Climbs into the array of denied questions
Standing upon this cliff of reprehension
He found the answers from oblivion
Where these matters are,
All but treasured glimpse,
Of reality as it chased,
New names on the curtains of love
Instance
Pocket money - working habit
relevant chair - significant sit
down with purpose of pain
shown at the insulted insane
portraying exited existence
on papers of vivid persistence
to uphold relevant regret
the strong mighty debt
going nowhere - each moment’s
passion for reason’s tenants
guard of light and life
upon which horrid strife
imagined lonely isolation
in a fenced participation
the glorious dignified stand
against walls of mended sand
is a window never there
as the broken visions sincere
A spoken word to a mirror’s neigh
tokens third of the man’s aye
A certain fear of what she’d say
dreadful dare and why she may
drink moon rain in the hollow night
think soon sane on sorrow’s plight
The informality of certainty
The way things move around here
The colors
A subjective alternative me
Symbolist
The half-moon shone,
with a whispering from its throne
Telling time is read certainty
A man out of nowhere
Cries into my lair
Words are never lonely
On the hours to come
As if time never gone
He’d tell me a story
“Say son what has she done?
- this mistress of the sun”
but told us not to worry
The coat has gone in glory
The informality of this certainty
The construction of life
As could there be an artificial soul,
catching delirious contribution,
as specified in every thought
the words
improvising religion
Time is a construction of life
within an artificial soul,
catching delirious contribution
Thinking, specified in every word
Embraced by the dark night
Second to a feeling
Favour the strong simplicity
at the admirably sane
out of pure insight
into instinct
the suffer
Stand up tall son
this is your day
follow witts
in the dangerous play
Grown into light
a custom
The silly house
Don’t regret a perfectly natural feeling
In a sense it would have gone
Dare what others dared not
dreary oblivious soul
reached for eternity
make a speech
crying in dreams
crowded deems
the adorable
The dark angel
The darkest of nights seeks out a path
from sparked stardust in its wrath
Arisen the avenged by beauty told
what souls tonight are sold
what rests inside bewildered minds
these quests of tides, breath the snakes
a request besides, heath the lakes
A learned recipient
Aware of a distant satisfactory complete
A leaf
Purified in water
A leaf purified in water
aware of its distance
is learning
The hurt in an abstinent conformity
A shadow
Delayed
A strange hat on my head on summer day
capture of the endangered spirit
as ignorant of the daily cup of coffee
couldn’t see freedom it is a crime
what did they do to me?
see my face
tell the significant endeavour of
the latest environment
privacy
a dream of
pictures haunting me
as I leave the solitude
of a man laughing in a prison cell
see for once I wouldn’t go back
not to understand
not to know
not to believe
now I know what I didn’t before
closing a door
is the key to freedom
Substance of time
Catch me if you can
a drift of you is a strain from my heart
the sifting blood drained
A key without a door
for songs of ever more
a stone there left for memory
who stole from a thief?
The entropic consulate of time
As a decease you paid for
makes day glory
A wheel spinning always
brighter than night
feels away
The morning star
puzzled; adorned by sky
higher the reach of demonic cry
A fallen returned
casting fire from the clouds
spoken trying for a cause
On the stale white cushion
hypnotic scale right fashion
on the salesman’s fare
silly reprehension
on the stairs in shadow morning
the righteous beliefs
of arrogance
an impossible weigh
Realignment
the irreversible statement
written in guise
a testimonial
it is a matter of expression
Congratulate all fools in their loneliness
As you wish
the protected
shadow maker
under the influence
This growing in a sense
closer to death
on wings of might
all hail the eternal night
Knew this time that these references
to amused glorified presences
The frame builds another rainbow
for the moon racing above buildings
voluntarily raging window recipieces
of mountains to climb when
upon which she is stumbled in position
as rain poors
the curiously envious sentimental emotion
of a million sharp edges
shapes the city’s angel
one
cravings of the unnatural icy distance
are more real than complicated
The superiority
an amazed by impunity
searching for the reign of
another grey night in the embarrassment of cold
instinct core realist measurement
Where are the tones of a swallow sounding squint
in the moist natural ground
where walking on pillows
swimming in ether
hitch-hiking with the enemy
to know them better
Astounded by versions of reality
the imprint of three letters
one
understand the confirming eyes
that present no lies
Before the allowed conceptual melody
a sheet of stars
The moon shining silk
in the music of the dark
The eyes bright
a wink for the invisible element sensation
Obsessive
Arranged ritualistic favours
done payments
In the original taste
of hungry waste
Materialist spectators assuming the public good
one
Written words
sudden perfect gleaming
the portrait of ghosts
scary saturated leased lights
on an instant in the chambers
Divine cause
returning red concrete
as he goes out
Someone could see him
in the introduction
a customary
producing emptiness and void
at latent shopping assistants
moving
barely touching
the sultry aromatic fraud
conveying irresistible stares
at the lustful relevant instructive behaviour pattern
inside the wind don’t fall
the laughing androgyne
drowning mermaids
a fork
one
Where invitations are scarce
a mask of time
in returning creatures eyes
as the parade shouts
crying for scandalous supremacy
over the victimization talk coffee table
a render of thought
words reaching out
The matter of opinion
at the stake of reasonably exact sentences
clarity of mind
in the most obscure of utterance
astounded by the nudity in fear of relativity
The objective to inform
What is this all about?
on the surface
the question appeared frivolous
as in absolutes
Capturing the moments
on which never reached
the abstained from solutions
cruel ignorants smoking at the corner
Have you read the news?
Instantaneously voluntaring to know
for what reason
supposed element of seeking advice
in the retained observing submissive
kind of late
struck of fate
one
again a state of deliberate sanctuary
this new found glory
Can’t make up my mind.
destined to proclaim
inverted in illusions of systematic confusion
The sane are the insane
On the top of things
Certain of rule
In the breaking of seizures
comfortable
Appreciating evident hospitality
Not knowing where to go
further than where I am
In a dream
In a dream
In a dream
swiftly knowing names
by their strict opposing
constructed
one
Inside grey buildings
nature moans for heightened alternatives
to incredible absolutes
alteration the sooth
mouths moving faster than the wind
falling asleep on the bus to nowhere
waking up is reminding
life assured living
The mistress death every evening
an assault on the struck invincible creature
called reasonably stranger to me
one
the mystic
the law
the life
destiny
calling
apart
verity
insinuation
contribution
Sense a calling
destined to appeal
a relation
the wind squeal
Hear the souls crawl
horrific secrets
the child within
breaking the ice
for decent conversation
and an obligation in the land of the living
strangers pay dead
playing a fiddle
and the angels sing
a riddle
Assumed envious melody
Crescent to administer a fools remedy
age
lost spirit of dawning
glorious waste
the implement of situation
At a curious ache of imagination
to an implement of situation
upon which time is a spear
mocking souls for ticket fare
They stood out against the wind
that twisting heart I heard sing
a tune divine in loneliness
soon oblivious truth possessed
the forest trees; leaning sacred
at mists of heaven for a bed
Who stood out against the wind
The sensation of winter
Tiny ice mended crystal tears
behind a veil of hidden fears
a sanctuary from frosty dread
this estimated hostile stead
as moon-fingers credibly touching
the cloud-fringe, stingy “such thing”
Alone against the mighty wind-swords
blown gently down monumental words
shivering ghastly cold sensation, each drop withering
quivering into a mindful melting torn slithering
welding dreams - the feather voice
crying – godlike whether choice;
the night is a choir of thought
or a suitable seeking sought
numerous constant silent bites
ignorant hiding purpose of cites
the inevitable ruins of summers quires
upon which now winter breeze admires
cold these tears contents true
poetic stares of souls blue
wind marks a face in each blow
what angels tell in every throw
of ice within my heart
I can’t stop yerning for the dark
mound Invested mouth mind morrow Standing Follower Assess
Strangers welcomed the poor fellow
greeted, as a friend found morrow
at the sane infatuation of reasoned regret
standing in the streets thinking who met
truth in the eyes of observing; cold
wasted tears of gold dripping face’s mold
This now seen sacred drop
falling amidst the needy flock
reaching to the dirty grounds
to a mocking pack of hounds
Who would hear this pure cry,
for tears curing a throat dry
Bare the seeking of words
to this group of wolves herds
These condemned naked souls
preaching guilt as shipments hauled
into a thirst more cruel than demons
behold this thirst is a freeman’s
A cursed simple conveying
the real art of saying
who could talk while shedding
tributes to a sombre paying
this golden rain; a claim
Thus a man stranger once again
A furnace
Consolidate the ethereal focused mind
a sustainable victorious forever
blind before her
supposed concise elemental words
A retrospective in conformity of ardour
where an abandoned soul purifies the naked truth
wandering withered without spiteful envy
This certainty someone apologized
for a reasonable regret
Along the streets
dreamy saturated steep
buildings grey
To the end of a road
where amused
relics of clowns
seem bitter
stood
Outside within
Beautiful wind of soul
in the voice a humble crawl
tears from an angels loyal dreams
in the way a mortal seems
a sudden furious reach
in dead words I speak
the parting sorrow’s draw
a certain borrowed flaw
in the seeking of tomorrow
a found faith faint sorrow
The understood truth hides
within outsides of lies
in which beauty serene
as matters at hand convene
the uttered beyond belief
shutting hidden grief
Thoughts of light assumed
mysteriously gloomed
in a night dog gone wild
with systematic cruel guile
a lizard leaping is the sign
in the distant of a touching kind
is the instant eternal weigh
of strangers guide as I pray
Sense the dreams of thoughtfully imaginative confused
They taught me to believe
Have I ever seen
the likes of these
portrayed apologetic reasonable
My person appearing
without
a certainty I love
the feeling of a steady mind
confirmed empty books
I couldn’t see the letters that day
Those two-faced gentle hours
pass me by, people walking behind me
I can’t deny the charm
mixed with rude constant spite
guided me
further I learned
the purpose of this trip
I was to be lead to acknowledge.
What fortune do you seek?
A known reason
She wants me to be sick again
This time it is
attorney smiling
This time without
pubic loneliness
This time it has
concerned about me
Rely on faith as the eternal progress
Looking in the mirror at a recess
Rest a while sense the dream
cleansing things as they seem
Tomorrow is lonely day
and the sky not invisible
May I touch you there in your world?
Such a rough sturdy concentration
What if a dream is when we live?
And it is the same shamefully perceiving
that a curse of claws attain within
a certain muse claiming to win
The dream is not without me
A sifted walker
In the sift of day and night
I walk hungry like the moon
The day I found the poor
Improvable
Poor you
The poorness in a conceptual dawn
is more than her eyes as seen by others
In a hungry sift of day and night
the poorness of the angry light
Who could improve our dangerous right
to fear the lonely road at sight
as improvable
imposing noise break
Incredible cause creature
in the woods
in the woods
in the woods
Where’d you belong as why?
Infernal carnation
Eternal light
Ghoat’s blood on my door now
Infernal carnation in eternal light
knowledge at an altar white
what winged creature thought me with
a letter of recommendation as I sit
The father for which I pray
Is in with leaches whom I pay
have a cigarette
Dark as desire
For what astounding dire
within pleased sentimentalist seduction
this youngster scared out of wits
a man soon he’d please sit
The array of consuming
A blink shifting syne
on which moonshine
greets the free mornings
Say where
The constant evilness
Told that every single dream
will do things I cannot
The angels told me
thus once a constant plan
There is nothing to say and plenty of time
The transcendent
The night she told me
Thoughtfully trying to thread
on dreamscapes of returning dread
M
invincible questioner assuming
Doubt inverted supplements
drawn from inserted measurements
Before this what thus we are
all signed on for a labelled star
Read the endangered dimensional gap
wrapped purpose of shortage in stack
A veil of curtains controlled
quiet vultures venue sold
a flail of curtains
wrapped purpose of shortage in stack
stack
lap
of controlled instance
Posing stature
Indignant conceptual raindrops
solidly approaching a posing stature
one hand in the pocket
a cigarette in the other, this old corner
where cold as gold mounding shepherds
comfortably ignorant and assured
reasonably sane rapidly moving
from eye to a road never walked
where others dignified by regret
adorable crossing railroad tracks
freedom’s tasteful lure of nothing to do
today or never and always
rapidly assuming feet fate
on a standing ground
Ideally a supposed natural function
seldom regret of rational consequence
face the immortal water
a touch of sole soil reminding soul dancer
these moments sense as ordinary today’s
sleeping under blue skies
before a conceptual leap of imagination
for to live on life alone
as a vision of eternal roads
with a friend much adored
Introduction of an answer
Thus mighty force
the matter at hand
Claiming superiority to a nightmare
A clown in a wake
Have some cake
The sake of offering
a minutes time
what resort in blindness
to understand a beast
of routine the suffering
Acknowledging mistress of betrayal
Seeking the inside of a soul
within me this gleaming sight
the vision of a mind
A shaken twist of dark imagination
Clinging shifter stark
The envious immortal
shook stricken raving sort
Of what word is deception
the truth seeking kind
a doubtful reception
as cruel such light
The mint of thought
a word in purpose
of the risen quiet humble ghost
walks with wind
hurries on
Knows the road to hungry homes
The climb in a sense
A century
instructive memorials
Each day the lonely grief
in a moving cloud
Statured statue remind of astounding poverty
the best assume natural property
“Asking me questions are you?”
“Indeed the things I couldn’t do.”
“A pleed the suit of this crew.”
“The creed asserting who is who.”
Another festive diagnosed drunk
as the ship has sailed the land sunk
into moralist pitty sake
hours hidden witty wake
a system for the meek
the statues in their peek
by a creek too foggy and dark
astounding reaching touch of spark
Gently moving by the sense
of all relevant time immense
angels blessing, second guessing
of this evil thought possessing
Silently the statues walk the park
knowing a secret, life not far apart
from creation devine
a broken silence, a whine
“You need not answer,
a question from a shadow dancer.”