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 !

My extinction- follows every blink,  and every breath.  I am, and I am not.  It is, and it is not.  No images mirrors ideas,  no mind barks.  The envelop is the letter.  Elevators,  all dancing elevators.  Sometimes tears of metaphors.  Sometimes, immediacies of atrocity pavement.  It smells, but that's the way ! Photo credit:  http://esjardinera.tumblr.com/post/21005863299