the shadows of freedom

Sunshines and moonlights and a milky stream

the shadows of the morrow go blink blink blink...

a pen a paper and a million lines.
going one-two one-two ...three three three

the raindrops on the window's ledge..
the weeping lilies of the night..
a corkscrew, a knife and a bottle of wine.

a litre of water and a careless glance.
powdered cheek and a painted nail.
tin cans and soldiers all forgotten..
long live this freedom..
that love has begotten.

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the last walk down street A

i turn. it follows as it always has. dark memory.buried deep. deep deep deep within the unreachable corners of the undecipherable world. a pretence . and love.in all its colours. tears.sobs.swollen promises. some more. and i know. what it never will. through the neon eeriness of la noche. like a dingy glove. a blast from the past. persistence and resistance and acceptance.and Deliverance will its soul respond? will it cry? will it remember? as i know. i will.

the depth of nothingness

abyss.plain.plateau.peak. Trench. pitch black.bleak.deep. the depth of nothingness. smouldering.melting. crystals of overwhelming red. flashes. and a mirage.. a garden in bloom. change and joy. needles .slivers and shards. glass.broken.hopeless. brown.desolate. a will to escape.and chains. pulling.insisting. with pleading eyes.a mirror and a soul. impatient tugs . the heart of a mortal. in its place a stone. buried long ago. a ruin. emotionless ..unfeeling.. and a lock. the base. a wretched loneliness.

illusional reality

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