Blossom Sol, 5 kwietnia 2013
So I am sitting there
in an over used chair
staring at this
silver foxed lady
of slandering bickering words
that ooze into my mentality
YET!
I am saved by a some what
out of perspective.
So anyway,
Picture here,
the scene.
She glamorises the gutter
with 'darling' and 'babe'
But I shall give her some credit,
to top up her speaker phone
for she is calm and collective
and does not seem to have any sort of background moan.
Anyway! To the point:
As she speaks,
I see.
Yes please, please, keep speaking at me.
Keep telling me how to allure the customers you yearn,
yes my silver lady,
I am willing to learn.
As she talks from a mouth that has created a permanent frown,
the lines I can see, are wearing their own crowns.
I watch her body move against the white wall
in her zebra print top
this elder woman is cool.
But anyway! To the point!
I am stuck in this joint,
but she soothes me with physical pleasures,
I watch her soul dance out of her body,
her electric soul is burning right out
and I am in awe looking at her
like no one else is about.
Yet the room is filled with more electricity then i can bare
but instead i blank out
and just stare and stare
then suddenly COLOURS!
First it is green,
why is this her aura, that I see before me?
I look to the left,
the cute blonde in pink
her energy is blue,
my heart is to sink
in such an electric ocean in front
My delicate eyes have performed such a stunt!
Two actors ahead,
giving wonders to my secret head
I watch the energies dance
I watch two souls create
from the movement of their little hands
the energy keeps changing state.
Blossom Sol, 1 kwietnia 2013
Lunch with the Sun
and dinner with the Moon
as we swoon
dance
enchant
each others dreams
together in our triangle vessel
through me their light beams
For we amalgamated the blasphemies
Just to say we are but one
They tell me not to worry about fellow men
but laugh to be forever young
In which I say my trust is in your bank
as you reside in my loins
for I feel high off your unlimited love
counting my blood vessels like gold and silver coins
and I look into your eyes
night and day
to tell you I love you
and i will always do your way
"My mind is your mind
my heart is your heart
my soul is your soul"
I am not going to stop
until we have succeeded in our goal
I will give you all of your love back
by becoming the best I can ever be
mentally
physically
spiritually
Adding another three to our three
And when I have reached
the highest possible potential I can
I will keep on going just for you
my beauty
Like it is written in the master plan
For I will forever thank you
and embrace you every day
To feel you with every second
like every heart beat was to pray.
Blossom Sol, 21 marca 2013
Oh please do not let me forget who you are,
your face
lingering in my hollow eyes
that created barriers of glass
for the return of your barbaric ways
to crucify all that is left
of so called emotion.
Lesson number one,
do not feel anything.
When you have reached the stage of not feeling anything,
perhaps you could go down one of two paths:
1. become a psychopath
2. become a normal person of society.
Usually people of some importance in their towns merge between the two, the rest borderline on unwillingful self destruction but due to their innocence, carry on in a some what sublime happiness, although so their photos on the internet seem to express.
And so here is my poem for you to actually address.
God bless us, bless us
all big and small
and may he see
what a beautiful creation we all are
for we have forgotten
and we are not allowed to recall
no we have placed our souls away
and stand firm on an invisible mans stall
no fear
no love
no down below or above
no nothing.
nothing.
nothing
nothing.
So are we all content with our success?
finally we can keep the secrets at rest.
I thank you for musing me
with your observations.
Who am I today?
I shall wait for you tell me.
And i shall wait for you all to tell me my next move.
So smooth your heart beats with the rhythm of nothingness.
Soon i will be on the same line,
an emotionless carcass, dead and blind
trampling in the foot steps
of all the great others
the ones before
the leaders
who are dead.
No leaders live today.
So all we can do is pray.
pray that something out there has heard our cries
like islam tries
five times a day
For when all we are left with is nothing
all we have left is the will to pray.
HIP HIP HORRAY!!!!!!!!
Blossom Sol, 18 marca 2013
Dreams have disappeared
under icecubes of pillows
let her sleep
in her death orientated way
she sings in harmony
with broken pianos
and burnt out violins
to the sounds of the lost -
the people that forgot how to sing.
We forget in our hazy duality
that we exist
that we are alive
but living is not enough
for we live under a murderers knife
in which at any moment
we could break
for goodness sake
and for no sake at all
we are afraid
of being
seeing
the reality
we have all been dreaming
we are scared
of leaving behind
what we do not live at all
let us stand tall
against this
purgatory
this lost dreamt place
the anger on your face
chase chase chasing
you to your ancient land
it has been planned
but you will not listen
I only ever wanted to see your silver moonlight glisten
on my love of a heart
that you tore from the start
and push into my way
For I am here to stay
you can not leave me
you have made me immortal
So for eternity i shall stay
until i can take you through my portal
Amun ka ra
Blossom Sol, 17 marca 2013
They found it in the sleeping desert
wind swept arbitarys riding
molecules of so called fur
with wings like pegasus
mounting to the sun
my liquid friend
i will see you again
more than from just one vision
our matrimomy will rule
without the death of anything perculiar
no blood will be spilt
when we ride in your way
my beautiul desitiny
in your love i stay
and pray to your mentality
against this earth reality
i feel you within my skin
beating like you knew
it's where you've always been
tell me more
whisper me your plans
and we'll map them together
through out all of the descended lands.
Blossom Sol, 16 marca 2013
Just take from my empty carcass
what you need
those rhythmic rhymes
of secret animated thoughts
creeping through
the system
that you slave too
your greatest enemy is my bestest friend
to the end i'll see the beginining
the light is where
the angels are winning
in this game you're betraying
with your own ignorance
speak up to the salvation of your unmercififul sins
hypnotised by white light rings
spinning spinning
she has accepted the authority
she has accepted the will
its time to move onwards
she is nearly there
creeping into our intuition
to sit on our throne
her golden chair
on the second sun
the one you all once knew
grew like the tree of knowledge
that you eagerly search
just take it all
but there will always be another
and hidden will be the secret
no sister nor brother
no love no fate
no meaning to such crisply cut
rejuvenated
blessed dreams
no secrets
no secrets
no secrets
pontius pilates
never died.
but then again
he never tried.
LOVE IS THE WAVE TO ALWAYS RESIDE.
Blossom Sol, 11 marca 2013
The persecuted
That is
Non comparative
Non compatible
With ancient modern minds.
The blinds
Are closed
And have been shut for earth years, too long.
Sun creeps through it shadows yet darkness seeks no warmth.
Blossom Sol, 11 marca 2013
Here it comes again -
Rushing into
Pagan red
Curtains
Of a breath swaying
Autonomous
Life.
The blood of my body
Is not my own -
It has been sacrificed,
Long ago.
And so we dream on
In endless portals.
Waiting for the return
Of a saviour,
Who is yet to save
A planet,
That is yet to want help.
Blossom Sol, 3 marca 2013
A Moonful swallow of
wollowing waters
deeply enriched with siliver lined
hearts and pulses
pulsating the movement
of crossroad promises
taking me deeper into my destiny
drowning me in the pity
that has been waiting
anxiously to
smother me in molecules
of electric energy
pulsating pulsating
to the depths of death
to be reborn in the light
out of sight
out of mind
I become blind to its beauty
to its angel aura
river mermaid charm
singing bells
of a rushing water filled alarm
for an echoing fall
in a silver moon ball
that is
free
free
from all that is bound
I am everything
and I am nothing
Never to be found.
Blossom Sol, 3 marca 2013
Purgatory iron bars reflecting
drip drying blood in the sun
of lost dreams
lost desires
empty thoughts
swaying in my wind for ears
cheers from the birds
they heard my footsteps
creeping up on love
praying to the above
oh have forgiveness on my sins
my will is your will
i am yours
yet silence crept around faster
smoothered in plaster
breaking at the sound of rain
chained to these bars
these iron death decaying
once betraying
illusionary, monetary bars.
Flash the gold,
blow the blessing
No secret to hide
in my unwashed dressing
of moment grabbing garmets
that caress invisible pain
that suggest I am insane
but yet in fact just remotley obsecure
to lure in false tendancies
to allure, to cure
to use hands that heal
steal steal steal
fatal energy
beautiful electricity
of this avant garde
remorse
i feel for
not feeling
anything
anymore.
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