Stone heart

 

A picture

vision

on the instant void immaterial

 

Could it be that cold at this time of year

 

Envisioned embodiment of sacrifice

clues

to a hidden place

 

This table isn’t round

while it used to be

 

Grids of happy tears

no fears

the saved moralist assumed adventure

 

crave invincible lust

astounded by introductions

in a way of words

 

A predominantly strange look into her eyes

 

Youth is not vivid when retained

The creatures name

on a vindicated rational resemblance

of what is within me

 

An old man says mirror talk

is whatever he means

and a drink is a new day

 

Cushions

Private property on display

take a look if you may

 

You should stay

like a dream without colours

like the moon without wind

on narrow streets

 

The initial intention

new

as forever

 

A dim mountain range

pages with no obvious meaning

must be love

to see a cloud and think of it as freedom

from the deep memory of light

 

Couldn’t be the wind

 

Sites

another factual insinuation of simplicity

from stranger walking in the corners

yeah the streets made me feel alive

 

the chasing conversations lift tension

Sit down

Morning is around

Prettier than the night

 

Not for a man afraid of sight

 

sized influential convey

to progress as invisible

only the night can touch me

when the dreams reach

the eyes a door

 

imagined liquid leaking through a floor

of portraits

 

deeming rational reasonable sensation

to configure

 

The weather is heavy

 

Permission to loose senses granted

Sensible

censored

Sightings

 

Who needs a clock when you got the moon

Loon alone

Lovers in a corner

 

I missed the pretentious figment of lies

In manufactured morning skies

as the moon climbed easy

a forest song

for the sensed beauty of life

 

time is easy on me

as is darkness

the slower it creeps the less it sleeps in the keeps of lost mind

I found treasure

Certain pride

the affirmation of a noon cup of coffee

where names are you and me

and the rest is quiet

 

Quiet

 

Instructions of beauty are rare

to a common insult

quiver

shiver

pint

 

The muse lured sensation

of debated dreams

in colour schemes

to prevent satisfaction

 

Lure the arise of nature

into obsession

none is more clever

than the one

 

While unspoken of

 

in situations of dismay

where clarity of vision

the instruction of scare

consumes rational care

 

Posed ignored denounced

portraits of privacy

 

share the agony of mind

 

A severe case of irrationalism

this fork in my hand

castles of clouds

 

Dread

 

Another footstep into bureaucracy

as ash

we share

 

at the market fair

miles of stigmatic conscious walk into buildings

who keeps the doors open

gates of dreams

share lush reams

into void distance

 

An anticipated vision

 

Ignore the institutional figment of reality’s touch

Whether known only questions

to amuse the tenants pounding heart

astounded chart

sacred heart

 

It is raining now my dear

 

Plight the white melody

in steamy fog

from which you may see a window

 

Conversations in a house

pretty spouse

 

Affirmed sentimentalist cries for consideration

at dark hour

the dim buildings constitute reprehension

of destiny

and pride

 

Within this house

Fear of cause

Casual clarity

to hunt for reason

 

She looks certain

 

Blinded by curtain

The minced mighty mare of assessment

finds her guilty shoes

upon woes

of filthy clothes

 

Suspend idiomatic change

for rational superiority

someone is hiding in these walls

 

A face of grey appears over her head

 

Instead to lead latter voice

a choice

The fat cat sits on her lap

Impervious of sensed arrogant leaps

of steep void landscapes

and wind stairs

moon flares

gathered by flocks of cynic clock-watchers institutional functionalism

in a cage of supernatural image

 

The wind breaks a cloud in two

 

The demon’s head grew

Light scarce

Shares

the indemnified synthetic belief

a reach of words

to assure

leisured cure

for instant crucial evident soul

I mistook you for a loner

 

A moment’s sleep

 

The wrath of antagonised realism

sunk

within

Visions of beauty

 

Catchy wind admirers sense of faith

In blue hallways

Grew

Pale

Innocence

 

Take a walk in the park

 

A momentary tribute to the flag

 

Delayed instigated frivolous dreams of midnight

another latent steamy factory pipe

caused an ice breaker

the vivid imaginative contradiction of self

as nothing against everything

again the obsessive

fragile sense of nowhere and everywhere

at the same constant time

 

Ask me a question

 

Continuance of resent

Where pride relents

The admirable manner of factual truth

avoid the intricate sovereignty of based conclusive arrogant lairs

shares

the atrocity of convergence

When the raindrop sings

The doorbell rings

 

Nobody’s alone

Flattered to the bone

 

Keep an eye on her

 

A sun appears beneath the sky

 

Guilty suspended fortunate young

Knowing no game lasts forever

the root of reality

to understand

witty refrains of permanence

as continuant time

remains of reminders

retains the admirers

on a sentimentalist frame

set

met

 

Look at all these pretty people

 

Another wave of silence

breaks the session

walk

 

Take a look at the sentimentalist presumptive configured

touch of too many words

as avoiding situated emptiness

to proclaim fame

fingers

 

In her name

 

Bare reason

snare liaison

on fractured by melody

the incessant dignified cause

force

fleeting remnants of time as known

a moon grown

pity sees regret

in fashion buildings

to ignore relent of steer sense

rare dense

poverty on every dead end

the memorial street

ignored feet factual meeting

genuine sympathy

 

Nothing is new

 

The leachy morning break

fake

as Sundays