Blossom Sol, 31 stycznia 2013
Dear Doctor DIY homotherapy kitten,
Your Don Juan ways
molesting my emotions
are no longer welcomed
in this golden temple
of outspoken, introverted
words of unheard-of wisdom.
Oh you may dream but its
so obviously promising
your lack of sincerty behind
evil smiles
illuminating eyes
despising my inside
sinister being! yet love reaches out
through cracks in your
well nourished up bringing
your out of the ordinary view
of contrasts between
this and that
here and there
do you know everything about me?
What underwear do I wear?
Ay little madam thats curly haired man infested
with words endlessly flowing from unclean
fingernailed bitten that's ridden with ecstacy
of hopless romantic dreams
Tell me your next plan
or what you thought of last year
of me, in the past
you know, before I fast
out your lieing ways,
below the hays of
watering melows
we sing
you made me dance in your lime light
with lemons sour to the taste
yet in my mind you resonate
and thoughts of you are not haste
my dear sweet harrington bear
you say this and that
but you clearly do not care
and who am I to care
when a stranger you are
a time passer at best
in a time travelers car.
Love from, Portia.
Blossom Sol, 31 stycznia 2013
They called her coco
and she danced in white feathers
against sun kissed skin
my cocoa bean princess
of beauty
of grace
dancing in her white plumed feathers
asking me to chase
her, eagerly I run
like I run from my life
like I run towards hope of failure
to make this princess my wife
she offers me love like no dove
has ever flown
past broken windows
of the seas reflection
no mermaid princess has known
My coco,
my queen
my everything that is obcene
Please dance, dance, dance for me!
My angel of the night
in delight
you make me come
to words unspoken
in this dimension of faith
How I love you coco
like the tongue with my words chafe
Blossom Sol, 31 stycznia 2013
Pick up the phone
call quick
the box lures you in
come on come on
gives us your pennies
you slave ridden homicidal children of the lamb.
Spin the dice, take a chance!
With the devil, you shall dance!
Keep them coming,
the sand sinks quick
but stays conscious enough
for another persona to pick
Today I am fancy,
Today I am devine
And I shall call you mortermer
and tip toe on your hell bent telephone line
Blossom Sol, 31 stycznia 2013
Venus crossed my mind
like blocks of burdened wood
crossed jesus,that one time
thousand of earth years ago
written in unholy prose
here it is my unwittingly comment
to poke and prod
to elicitily torment
your un-nerving sense
of erotic humour
procrasting my insides
like a forseen tumour
Oh bless me be these hopeless
flying imbiciles, let her crawl
let her sink, in mudden haven
of dead skulls rotted of memories
that once held thoughts
unnecessary to the world
And they ask
Where was God?
Well would you still be here?
For every human being soul lost
every undeserved tear
Such being waits
for you to wake up
to stop looking at yourself
and drink from the eternity cup
Praise be to allah
Praise be to all
As we sit on computer generated motivated nonsense
on a planet so small.
Blossom Sol, 15 stycznia 2013
What have I to loose
but misunderstood
broken dreams
that curdle in my nightly garments
fermenting cotton string seams
echoing misfortunes
good for nothing communications
maybe we'll do this
as we sit and stare
no where
no where
no where to go
maybe i'll make use of this time
instead of looking down low
obeservating this plane
flying me away
it's like when i'm awake i'm dreaming
because in my dreams is where i'm scheming
and plotting
in the other life
i travel far
wake up again
where did you go this time?
zanzibar.
And it's all for free, there is no holding back
no bad emotions,
no black fits-too-well sack
no,
it's all so free
that must be heaven
So i balance it out here
as lucky not so lucky but lucky
number seven.
Blossom Sol, 14 stycznia 2013
Let us co-operate
in wishful glances
that prance like angelic
once to have been images
profillic to the imagination
this incantation
tinned like roaches stuck
to unfathomed ground
your heaven is lost
and your hell is to be found
and the state you resonate
is the one I love most
but don't boast old friend
for since time began
it never began at all
and do you remember
when we were not short
but tall?
do you remember when the trees had names?
the old classics were the future
and the gods had no fame?
the shame, the shame,
are we now lost?
like ghosts in haunted memories
our legends are tossed
but we flew to remember
our mission to love
to all of our familiy
to please those above
Amore amore amore le gadour cheque
si lement que esta la morte e opique
my tongues to the triangle
unreachable to the keyboard
unreachable to you
my night my day
my love my hate
my everything that these
so called philosophers
love to contemplate.
Blossom Sol, 14 stycznia 2013
my sweet thoughts tasting your lips
in visions I ban from reality
yet here you are asking me
to dance in your insanity
so tell me your secrets
whisper them into my hollow ears
that trinkle gold
into your deep red eyes
no suprise of lies
with no words to be said
creep around my shadow
as you bury your self into my head
quick witted dry humour
you have none
yet leave me on deaths watch
under your nobelest gun
oh bring me to you
make it occur
let me taste your problems
let my eyesight blur
and i'll tell you what you want to know
I'll let your hearing bleed to my blood
inside the deepest of earth
shall we invest in a planetary seed
on the saint of fools mud.
Blossom Sol, 13 stycznia 2013
I've seen how they operate,
those old-school-playground-playing worshippers
of lost empty dreams
which symbol shall we draw today?
Oh it's oh so confusing
this picture they are abusing
to make us worthless ones think
It's impossible to the brink
of self discovery
They laugh and they laugh and they laugh
It's not confusing at all
It's not about how big is this triangle
or how the star of david is too small
No! It's nothing of the sort
So put down your sorcerer wands
it's time for magic books to abort
Lets just close our eyes
and listen
to humming bygones of druid monastries
oh england
How fertile your ground
It seduces
me to the point my lust can not be found
as it changes direction
like the wind you breathe
sucking at my neck
this idea you want me to concieve
But alas you say I'm a needle in the haye
looking around aimlessly
in another grey day
no hopes and dreams
too fearful of karma
Can't bare to face reality
can't deal with humanities drama
And so I lay dead
in an undying world
watching each day pass
through once clean looking glass
An empty shadow of an empty world
What have we become, my fair maiden of old?
Where was our master, when this part of the story was told?
For I must of missed out,
this purgatory I was due
Or I wouldn't of agreed
to be forever so blue.
Yet our life is but over,
it's true, so true.
Blossom Sol, 13 stycznia 2013
Dagger night in sight of anticipant cats
that crawl through broken dreams, it seems
deplorable
that one might write such observations,
may I ask - which one of you is here tonight
to enjoy the wonder of the woman in sight?
Her pale opal beauty in all natures wonder
to leave an open casket of fairytales
in the gods ungrateful slunder
Oh sleep well, young prince
to songs of your mothers lips
that caress you with desperate security
Please don't blasphemise my words
Please don't think I am unkind
For you will find,
that I,
I do not teach, I do not sing
I have nothing but unkept morals
to leave and to bring
And one day you might approach me
under my angels wing
speaking of your ways
in an un-heard of ancient hymn
And you will ask
Why did I go?
For I left you here, with nothing to show.
In which I will say nothing
yet shall kiss you on your hand
and watch your butterfly technique
wish you away into the sand
For you are the golden grain
that keeps us all alive
I knew it would always be you
that would be the only one to survive.
Sycamore sycamore, silk and no more, skies.
Blossom Sol, 13 stycznia 2013
Your morbid hues of rose coloured love
eagerly participates in my nonchanlant moods
that swing from post to post
of your step by step love affair
No care! no care!
You sweep my broken floor
with your empty promises
of sweet returns
I'm your bruised atrocity
your broken whore
I'm your unkept muse
your secret divinity
Your brushed swept liar
your cheating provinity
PROFANITY!
How dare you write such uncalled for obscenties
as from your bed
such dreams lap in your sweet ears
my sweet love
I dream of you in curly leaves
of tree like hair
your pretty smile
in your underground lair
Do you speak of fortune?
Of grace and hope?
I pronounce you with courage
and set you free from loves rope
And sing to your provinces
of countries for eyes!
For, for all of the humans I have encountered
you have swept my memory the most with goodbyes
To say hello again and again
as I fill your body with the life force of yen
And sweetly kiss your nudity galore
For you will forever be the wave, to my galliant shore.
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