DEEP SLEEP

Deep sleep

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In my sleep last night, the nitty-gritty

I imagined a dream oh so very pretty

as I was slipping into an enchanted story

while leisurely strolling through my fantasy

and indulging into unforeseen sentimentality

where I discovered you in this forsaken city

while swinging between my virtue and vanity

I dreamt of waking up from this false reality

at the recompense of a diminishing banality

I dreamt of sleeping with you most intimately

which I intend to pursue indefinitely, sincerely.

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THE ERROR IN THE BONE

The error in the bone

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The persistent need of being loved as the only one

has been placed deep, in the marrow of the bone

such a tenacious wish which one can never truly have

being deprived of the eternal bliss of universal love

to be worshipped as a sole desired object always forever

the lustful craving of being the one and the only thing

can never be fully attained, nevertheless entertained

as the need of the lover to be thus loved forevermore.

When there are also others, jealousy strikes as a rather

the sign of possession, the wrath of love being shared,

such a pain can not be compared, the ultimate betrayal.

If only the focal centre of pure love could be stretched

as to appear for eternity the feeling of you and only you

no one else dare share this uniquely special intimacy.

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SPILLING THE SPOILS

Spilling the spoils
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Let me lay it out clear for you
there is such a thing as spelling
good or bad there can be no telling
unless you're looking for some meaning.

The wrong spelling of a precious word
like the clumsy spilling of vintage wine
the obscene smell of a misspelled word
as wasted delicacy, unwholesome to dine.

I have put a powerful spell on my spelling
if it is wrong, so will be the entire meaning
such is quantum physics, no need explaining
implications of this are; there can be no saying.

GROSS EXPECTATIONS

Gross Expectations
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The grotesque visions of a life's discarded reverie
Alienated from the cultural roots, wanting to be free
Holding on to the body, eyes wide open but can't see
The soul has taken to ether, yet the mind won't let it be
Paradox in action, clinging to genetic memory tenaciously
Psyche striving for change, as the ghost persists imminently
The spirit longing for eternity but unable to leave permanently
Such a state of disturbance to be handled with kid gloves, gently
The native is aspiring for peace and harmony in this realm patiently.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

Eye of the Beholder

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Captured in this instance 

suspended between intervals

a blink of an eye in slow motion 

biting time, a pull here, a push there

in a flash it goes, as though it never was

but something was captured, an impression

which alters perception, accordingly in quantum 

what appears is only relative to that moment's catch

with infinite possibilities in store at imagination's shore.

TIME

Time is a mighty river
everflowing
towards eternity
while we journey in it
towards some destination
some metamorphosis  

some point
we call death
where we stop
while time goes on
and on and on  

or...
do we go on
while time stops

Shall we ever know
the whole truth
nothing... nothing
but the truth
collectively  

clearly
ultimately?

When we are one with time
we are not merely passengers
we are the journey.
Are not there then
those moments when
we catch a glimpse of eternity
as time in all clarity
stands still.

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SPILLING THE BEANS

Spilling the beans

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Honey coated vanity is a brand of insanity

which serves to disseminate this life's irony

humility is an honest expression of humanity

when the air is pure and the water crystal clear

mother nature is near, birds shall be singing here

the slightest indication of fear could hinder the seer.

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