More than Words !

Poetry is space,  and the magic in space-less-ness, overwrought with presence of hysterical paradise,  in rapturous blows,  and euphoric senses ! Dead and dying,  rejuvenated in gleeful flames,  limbs across ruins,  and erotic delights of heart,  trampled soul of a poet !   Disastrous circumstances,  and subliminal rage,  of totality ornamented in stage,  stage of concussion,  claws and tails,  and the thunderous mind games ! Poetry, is the divine cause,  and symptom of all flowing consciousness,  Poetry is treatment of heart,  and test laid upon the mind-full-ness,  Poetry is palpitating universe,  sustained in beam of silent joys !  

The chariot of gods,  resembles visage of Virgo- nitidus and winded in details,  far fetched improtuna tale,  dismal blades of circumlocution,  accouterments of blemishes !  Temple fables and  interline translations ! Allusions and fabulous narratives ! Elemental colours of river deity,  spinning against stories of time ! It's the enormities of argonauts,  following endeavours of- disguised prosperity stretches !  The dragon who fire's moist flowers,  devoid of beauty and  melancholic atmosphere games !

Death is the last euphoria,  in crust of disguised senses- you may call it a way  to express the ray's of kisses,  disguised in layers of skin.  But I won't. Its not those girls in tiara's.  She sells no happiness.  She is the mother curve of home.  Homeliness in sores,  of lost emotions. A lost generation.  Greet them with love.  Start, with a cup, a tea cup.  A cup of love for all.   

the wobbling heart creates imagination light, inside mind-ful-ness of some seesaw sight;  jiggling, joggling,  waggling all around  bobbling with sounds,  oh sound !! zooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom  it goes around, comes around in quiver it finds its ground- fluttering in love pounds of heart his mind is a driving flux liquefying the heart of rocks  jiggling, joggling, waggling all around  bobbling with sounds,  oh sound !! zooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom  it goes around, comes around !!

She is a window- hoodwink,  lingua franca of happiness- her eyes dulcify's  even sweetness.  She is a columbine  of heart,  epitome of the  etheral perfection ! She is the dawn aubade  of the dancing sun ! Yet, to her vastness  these words  are just blatherskite  marathon !  And I am the hoodwink,  of inglenook- near her  eternal fire !

tube species- conquering all,  but not love she lives free,  abstract: trippy a bit,  she is a muse- sudden loops peaceful inflating balloon she is a muse- pandora's box expanding spots puzzle groove  she is a muse- incredible pinch profound consciousness solitary ground  condensed vibration  she is a muse- subtle dimensions neurons waves ambient music  exceptional clusters she is a muse- auditory spaces numberless faces  precipice of love  she is a muse-  yes  she is a muse !