There goes poeticess

       james milano / Romance & Love
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There goes poeticess
 There goes poeticess


Angel raven: A fleeting pulse of a dreamy vision, following directions
of robotic calculation but calculation isn't always what it seems, it’s
always changing,  drowning deeper into a false reality, filling up her
heart and soul with chilling memories not hers, going back and forth
in a circle of my own dream, always so close to the surface, yet it
flies away from stagnation, they tell her when to go, what to be, so
eager to get back to her dark room to be alone, how can you know what
another is supposed to do? even supposed is not, no matter how strong
you are, there are some thing you won’t stop, the true strength is
beyond them, your decision jumping to graceful black feathers of an
angelic raven, never needing saving, yet behind that shadow you want
to be saved, destroying on her train of pain, echoing melodic rings of
lunar art and sorrow, here comes the rain, it cleanses me insane,
drown into your darkest surface, the deepest freedom and memorial
release, reviving our darkest deepest hearts, releasing a chilling
youthful wonder, a straight circle rotating endless moments in all
directions, a cycle of circles, we reflect triangular unseen dreams
and views, endless death and life of biased fates, every movement away
from a place bores another,  a moving growing procrastinated flow,
always began, done, once you resist one, you persist another, resist
the notion of them, go beyond resistance and persistence, no matter how
strong you are, there are some thing you won’t stop, strength and
weakness are just one of infinite expressions, the true strength is
beyond them, your decision, your all, we connect in our circular space
at the middle of it all beyond, our truest cores are born on the verge
of end, the feathers reflected a dark light to the beginning earthly
onyx, rebirthing her all, our wonder.


Pen eye: she radiates a dark deep voice, a quaking lunar space of the
innocent rebirth and deadly release, filling up with angelic poison,
adding up layers of a unaware view, seemingly less self doubt and fear
of a dead reality, if this is staged then why is it so unbalanced? why
does the ending disappear right before our cores? their watching again
through everything, opening up our acceptance to false control,
closing down our true heart and sense, we follow the common way, the
odd way in disguise, were stuck in these one dimensional wall lines,
connecting through our pen eye lines, reflecting celestial liquid
inked wings from our ruby papers, remeeting in other ones, a story
can't come out unless it bends and curves, get lost in the space of
spaces, the place of familiar and unknown celestial faces, well keep
echoing out deadly interaction of connection beyond, growing down and
all around into your roots of the darkest release, that is the rise,
even in darkness, without other things, we still are, we still grow,
see beyond it all, yourself, reflect your eyes to infinite nothing.

Memory nerves: Experiencing albums of stories through mine, characters
of melody alternating my realties of this life of all, listening to the
sounds of constructed dreams and goodness with my mind, we can never
hear the true wonder when focused on the part deemed bad, that tiny
indicrpenecy of selected importance, blocking out the beauty and core
that hides away, reacting to the subliminal nerve rendering inside the
skin, why don’t you listen to myself? like death and our meeting, it
just appeared without asking, an ask of inevitable fate and connection
we asked inside, ask without asking, if we had to ask then it wouldn’t
of been true or real, gothical forests of space circle around her
canvas eyes, shivering me with chilling youthful soul, at the top was
a revealing truth that was it all, still it goes on and off beyond, a
infinite veil of true freedom, every one illuminating adventures and
beauty through you, wear that infinite deceptive outfit of your all,
hanging on my memory nerves, distorting releases of my deepest heart,
surging through me as i slip deeper into a solid flight, making
footsteps of unseen swims and floats, you get on my nerves all the
time, yet it's a good kind,   slip in and out with the unbreakable
transformation,  these chilling moments of deepening youthful magical
oddity and wonder, how they darkening connect is our farthest
freedom, in these sorrowful moments we sing the freest happiness and
rebirths, make them one into your true core and reflect them.

Time bomb: the way you blow me and everyone away and towards you is a
rare wonder i must forever discover, celestial worlds of intellect
blow structured realties, a clear dust of lifelessness, blowing away
her true dark light shadowed by these closed minded views, a
whispering rebellious soul of a tragic demon doll, seemingly empty and
controlled as she breezes gloomy acts of recognition through her
branches of gothical art, were waiting for the day you realize how real
you are, were in a psycdelic reality disguised as a normal clarity, do
we ever know what is normal or real? what you give comes back in your
act of giving, in infinite ways, we are beyond give and take as its
just there always, its illusive energy closing our true core, we are
one and touching in ever echoing reflections, in acts and imaginative
visions that keep coming closer, every echo is ourselves, all,
touching in eternal echos, when it hits your physical form is when it
truly connected beyond, always connected inside, moments go and come
in this life but they are eternal inside forever, I hear the sounds
of shaped dreams and youth through your heart tears, never heard
before in this life but always heard beyond, a flashing return to  our
beginning end beyond, keep playing your melodies of infinite core and
free beyond, she’s a walking time bomb, a prism essence of infinite
past worlds, exploding familiar moments that keep moving on through us,
through these hearted strings of chilling release we come together,  a
penny is just as much as a gold lust as without it we could never be
complete, we can’t keep being together, this way, in all other ways we
still are.

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