love and loathing in la-la land

A forgotten sea of wishes...
of love and loneliness.
a poem strung with pearls.
gray .green and blue.
Crude whispers of immortality.
false promises of reality..

a sea of wisdom rare ,of hues
pink and golden brown.
blue jeans and t shirt vert
that's all that i have known.
an artist's hands.a tongue of truth.
a bending full of roses.
Kneeling down . a book in hand.
and lots of wild miracles.

A wavy dream.an illusion.
a grain of sand.Too real.

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The white Rose

copper coloured pots and the chime of bells a vast blue ground. and lots of grass the warmth of an ocean the kiss of the nights sweet drinks. two loaves of bread. and iced tea... indulgent chocolate lollipopped glory... green and red.. and charming winds. dickens and wilde and a Christmas carol and sheets of paper saying "i love you". weak spots and strong.. and whispered songs.. and a generous heart that loves to share the blanket of dreams and you and me a word.not one. go on and on.. the eye of the needle under the brown arch white shirts.two.one long gone.. vague figures on the écran Gable and fantasies and Scarlett hues not tennis..but two sports shoes.. mighty winds of authority.. a one and a two.. an addled computer going boink!boink!boink! phone calls and giggles Recharged Questions ! "I am serious about her!" shared loves and lives. a deep green pail and herbal essences.. baked garlic and cheese olives and those scornful baby-corns the sound of "would ...

butterfly wings

butterfly wings flap.restless. colours abound.red.mauve. blue clouds.ice creams. white. the pupils widen in recognition. a smile.a pull. a force powerful that softly leads . magic.musical love. a sigh. a kiss. and the eyes, open and all seeing. liquid.rich pools of noir. pleasure. desire. much too long. and all those roses that are red...

Heartbreak hotel

Does it come with a warning? Or does it sound as brittle as the shattering of glass? Does it taste like despair on your tongue- ashen, dry and unpleasant? Or does it leave an aftertaste, bitter and nauseous? It's one thing to call yourself a beacon of strength and another to shed silent tears when no one's looking A failed attempt, and some more, and hope is washed away like by the tides of time. Corroding the light and heaping in darkness. A car Crash, a death, a black dress and mourning. is there going to be some light at the end of this tunnel?

illusional reality

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