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
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
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