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Thu, 21 Feb 2008 18:58:16 GMT

Autumn Rain

Until I lick your warm body

You have been

Indolent teary swamp in my face

Blended brooding water drops only

When I open my mouth

You licks my mouth your tongue

Dancing distant woeful cobalt sea

And you become scented autumn

Now lick, you wicked autumn

I open my eyes to see

Your magnificent scented colors

Your perfumed body lay beside

I speak to you crops of the field

Midday a wild flower lips

I will come as you wish

Naked burning auburn stanzas

Chiffon gowned lust trodden belly

Streets, rivers and lovers lips

Anguished wind at a stone bench

Whispering leaves our lusty bed

Fiery sunset where love is tearfully torn

Become heartbroken crimson lyrics

20/02/08

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Thu, 21 Feb 2008 18:23:45 GMT

The Eagle

The beauty has long hale

Empire of his golden nest

Giant feathered arms

Wheeling his sunbeam vision

Roar to the virility aqua sky

Piloting prows to the dawn

Swing, swing ocean runway

Sway, sway mighty breeze

Circling hoist, spearing grips

Straight into, roaring up

Splendor mastery navigation

Hunts world of sagacity

Sees a mystical frontier

Gleaming rod misty morning

Firmly cluster his robust airfield

See the lungful airy horizon

Feeling of sage in his water fall

Thunderbolt for his sphere crown

18/020/8

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Mon, 18 Feb 2008 22:16:05 GMT

The morning lake

A bird cried all night

Hue heu heuu…

Night was listening his lament

Erosive inland mimic darkness

Put upon trail for his streams

I cut my night and hang

Behind dawn at his golden lock

Listing his gate opening

Crik crik shaded mist sling…

Distant hues scented breeze

Jade green little girl’s lips

Crimson buds lapping scent

O morning, your golden face

Dawn at the pageantry lake

Tears from his gleaming flick

Nested courtly sapient sky

Envisioned tidal ripples

Rooted region of eternal

Lofty intent is earthly splendor

I hear your mighty songs

Reflective laurel bird’s lips

Moral solitude is a pride

Seclusion is root of excellence

Only a perquisite of fineness

Your vision what is beyond

Walk through wings of whole

Your virtuoso brooding is clarity

Beguiled gift is your sated heritage

Finest cradle of your splendor

16/02/08 3:10am

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Fri, 15 Feb 2008 13:50:20 GMT

February

Scarlet feet frosty sky

Priestly inflamed snow street

Silted its heart snowy field

O vomited bloody red roses

Petals, loyal spring lips

Snooty sky plucked cloud

Love scoffed trailers

That was how you come to me

Not so long ago, beloved

Blooms of eternal bunches

You gave me furnace laurel

Threaded blazing snowy tears

Hill-grips sun’s palace

That was how you gave me

Myriad love feathers

O the winter was carted

Bejeweled in your exultation

Rolling on the snowy street

you gave me the ever-green

Rose reins maize snowdrops

Embalmed forever in February

14/02/08

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Fri, 15 Feb 2008 13:49:05 GMT

Precious My Beloved

O our love love

So profuse, often so wondrous

How could my love muddles

Cobbles tear beams assault

My love is telescope projection

In your eyes lips cheeks

So gravely gravely longing

Touch me, my love touch me

You are so close faraway

How could it happen like this?

Pouring tears wash your face

Deep misty twanging kisses

Atonement for the higher centre

7:19pm 11/02/08

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 13:47:53 GMT

King of the Southern Cross

My feet are wings of tornado

When I miss you I wear them

Flying to the musky milk way

To ordinate your embossed vision

Grown stars gauzing nights

Your prized forth is the mantle of recto

let’s go, we re keeper of the milkyway

Again again ever forever as your vision

Night after night wings of versos
You know we made our kingdom

You are my king ever forever

The King of Southern Cross

I am every ports in your milkyway

Whistling moonlight in your face

Softly softly lifting your sleep

Beside you I lay my longings

My heart slips into your arms

Shines spills tear beams your face

Moonlight bestow tearful joy
Whisper, I whisper you again again

Love is forever lone and wild

It is woeful rusty sailor songs
Lets stables stars listen your rejoice

My breasted dazzling burning sea

Anchored your warm soft skin

Childlike smile, delightfully rapture
dribbling clayed in wild lavas
Night opens pomegranate flesh

Cracks silvery plate a seeding ritual

Moon ride strings her silvery planet

Stars blooms white red fragrant

We adorn a kingdom of Milky Way

Rolling the Southern Cross throne
Sultry wicked golden sea is mercury
Rooting naked gleaming stars

Unfold golden seed for your road

Winged sphere for your contoured ace
Step by step to the Milky Way altar

Kindles your ascend vast vision

Your virtuoso integral lay opens as

Bountiful silver framed crimson fruits

Serve sanguine reverence for your path

Love is so dubious so advantageous

Nostalgic branded aching agonies

Mastering your own path for the rite

Reborn as prosperous axles

Love collets nightly effort

Never fleeting or sacrificial ritual

It is a wholesome pilgrimage as
Your words are charted concluded sky

Conceded constellation of the maps

Laced with deeply punctured calculation

Gallant autumn in anklet deep golden boots

Hooded dwelling at the milkyway bridge

Attains, the King of Southern Cross

As the reasoned of thrice, inspire!

Our voiced season never tumble

10:39am 9/02/08

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:20:11 GMT

Nameless Rage

Don’t ask me why

Onslaught, you hellish landfall rage

Unbridled a book of lunatic I read

The afternoon brought dark candle light

There was no reverence but only savage

River was torn her flesh was bleeding

Wailing river, your dark clewed hands

Wrote every curses in your afternoon

Looking into my mad mirror, found only

Bloody shot eyeballs seared enemies

Dark passion dry lunatic thunder

Yes come river, let’s beat together

Your heart my head my belly and whole

Devour my heart with your vengeance

Leap my flesh your bloody bitch clews

O rant , rant along side your inflame skull

Stepping thunder lunatic sweat, pumping

Full blown, bold, fully wise fully mad

Sniggering tears, leap your damn wounds

Bare, stark bare open to punish

Bedding flowers wicked yawns, wake up

What is so collide for your little mouth?

Ghostly penned your fidget lips

Breathless dwindled bastardy wind

Your faithless heart whoring emission

Thirsty river, your rotting thunder

Speak, river! You are not brimmed yet

Spell your sculling dark passion

Blow me your towed dark flame

Onslaught me your dark rage

Drowning me into your pit

7:01 5/02/08

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Fri, 01 Feb 2008 17:47:21 GMT

The Dead Poet Says

Poet never lowers her head to anyone

No king, martyr, or no authority or wealth

But only lower her head to the living, the dead poet says

Poet must humble yet enshrined her word

Bleeding womb of fertility goddess

Custodian of scared demonic harlotry

Riding her girdles guiltless excellent

Seizing its agonies devour its lust

Slaughter of hypocrisy a grave of bigotry

That is how poet must whip her word

Her temple is living

Poet only listens her temple

She must humble yet pavement of the world

Her eyes are the finest eagle early spring

Hunts the life its joys and sorrow

And the ahead what is the next

She is council of reasons, cycle of disciple

Her soul must speaks to gods of Olympians

Guillotines words a confessor of living

Finery garmented her soul made from wounded threadbare

She must listen life even if thieves’ or murder’s

Or even if repelled attacked or even butchered

Or accorded imperial of monstrous life

She should also honor nameless flowers

Somberness of their sweetness and troubles

Their passion never analyses to order but living

Never wonder she was a prisoner of castration

Or her furnace flamed life made a finest sinner

Seer of all, slavery its treacherous life

Ordinances a throaty demonic s soul, yet

When the sun crossing breasted horizon

Purpose of the night set

As her utmost duty is

Listening intently humbly “the living”

The dead poet says

Hum, it is difficult to be a poet, (devil)I say

31/01/08

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 17:46:38 GMT

You Shall Never Leave Me

Oh my love, songs, the cloudy colors

From head to toe, and gliding sunray top of river

No, summer you are not going, inner deep

All of you, all of these you are not going

Not melting away from a solitary earnest

You will never leave me, won’t you?

All the sphere, so happy leaves and flowers

You will never leave, you will be mine forever

When the beauty wears softy silken shoe

Dazzling white feet melodic sea

Your villainy violet hillside smiles

But how could I bear season without you

Surly you will be a fine-spurned cloud

Hid under the cliff where we played with tides

So I can find you as you never leave me

O this summer I am divine fairy, no sorrow

Full of love everywhere, where I am ever gay

If I die, you will hold me in your tender breasts

You bury me under your feet with my lullabies

Where your twin arched heart warm me

Cast your fine tear drops upon my forehead

Where my sad soul lifted brightly eagerly

Look upon your earthy dandy face, then

You picking my elfin soul to your journey

When our days are ruefully tender

We stop a plumed seaside village

Accept their never grieved kindness

Charming stars glow upon roadside dusky

Lone temple bell casting spells at sunset, then

We cast aside our journey nostalgic zone

We find a wreathed our golden nest

You will open silence crimson dew

Share with me your lone radian nights

That you love me forever won’t you?

With your warmth sweet fenced breasts

Will shelter me with your lone distant

I shall hear your sweet gathering heart beatings

Softly softly sing to me that you love me

You shall never leave me my beloved

6:00pm, 29/01/08

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 19:33:32 GMT

Noble Venus in October

I wake up my sleep, light the flame

Glory summer is yours my beloved

Feed me in your finest mind

Empire of green rigorous heart

I am your temple of province
the reign curtly decorum
Revival, Zeus love devices

Upon the crown, where we made a fountain

You have been cruel and ever so tender

There were begins and ends

Folding, faithless goodness in her adores

Rule, relished her scented tiara

Her grace is gay violet tempered

Coming cornfield steps, your divine love guest
beloved, hold tightly your masked season
The light fields espionage flame

Poised attar tender pleading breasts

Like my ravish love greeting
Bears paternal elegance fertile seed

Champion of just, marriage of Augean

Finest tongue sword of assassin

Ruling stanza darer forwardness

Agree not coward feeble ugly

Master of venom, courteous thunder

Beloved beauty is not a guest

Shall be victorious every placard
Road of shade wisdom of vintage

Validness, ruling over lavish coward
Betrayer is a gulling disgrace

Thieves his own misfortune his bereft lies
Beloved, realm of winsome is piety

Rustling life your loyal wind

Aragon of rational region of mysterious

We shall not therefore hold wasteland

Finest sprit essence of troupes

Mantle of virtues region of decree

Up roar your relish elegance

Up roar ever your finest sprit

Up roar your pervading intellect

O this beautiful morning

I lay my heart upon your luster

In this beautiful morning for you my beloved

5: 38am 29/01/08

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 16:21:14 GMT

Love

Love fertilized wastelands

And it endures patiently for next unbidden

It ploughs, then gathers fields

Until frosty texture painfully soulless

And devour its roots alongside quivering stream

Penance its flesh at dreamless nights

Crushing up its skeleton and spreads piles of ashes

Then, swallows end of million years

Patching up its wounds

Stitches its ragged fleshes

Inflame subtle veins

Sowing a turf of seeds

Warm spring mouth under the golden sun

Love

Amidst, roots firmly, see the rustling fruit bearings

Attendant of golden cup

Sharing, knowing its sweetness nectar

Comes from tear ridden rosebuds

7:18pm 26/01/08

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 06:57:44 GMT

I am a love time boom

Melting time fiery cyber street

Hangs on distant so closely

Talking savage love and rational

Cradled a melodic master piece

Dangerous moon her vampire ritual

Blood bathing her incantation overnight

You asked why my love is so cruel and fierce

Flowerily magma St Helen's womb

Begotten mission, boiling incisively

Thermos conical burning Nero Empire

Gala banquet your sky earth

Blaster your soul to the burning flowers

Split all over devour day night

Yeah I am a love time boom

Denote into your lucid mind

I am a love time boom

I am a love time boom…

7:56am 26/01/08