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sliding down the old green couch
silver body nimble as he
waits with greedy fangs
emerging from the maw
the beast nipping
fields of tender grass
for a lifetime
the soil grabs hold, swallowing
this bright bursting brain
mourning the fallen, those bereft of life
diamonds lost
to the sky, soles tap dancing
and weave as phantoms
in the new sun
Literature
A serene life burns out like a torch...
A serene life burns out like a torch,
In the fire, this gorenje is so insignificant,
There's also a soul from the chest, it doesn't tear,
And the heart is silent, from that greyness,
Only shadows flicker, one after the other,
Carry grief, wander and curl around,
Giving birth to all the bad weather, adversities of life,
It boils violently, and the real nothing,
Evil alone promises eternal darkness,
Which famously catches all the shadows,
They reflect my past lives,
My memories are damp, with a soul,
Drooping, the body becomes numb in hopelessness,
And ahead stands the source of evil,
He will rest in a world where there has been no goodness for a long time,
Raging in waves, in my quiet gaze,
In that silence, you can only hear a voice,
The call of passion in supplication, without an answer,
And I'm actually there, so insignificant at all,
My fate is blackening day by day,
I'm always worried about my nerves,
A black wave will swoop in and hit you hard,
With his revenge, then he falls down
Literature
The Sky Above Me
When all things
f
a
l
l
away
when what's left
b e h i n d < - - - - - - - - - -
awaits its turn
to begin
once again
in all of the tomorrows
that are yet to be born
from the dying remnants
that were left over
from today
along side roads
filled with water
sometimes
pages from newspapers
would float on by
with true life stories in them
written in small words
showing wet pictures
that sailed away
when the rains came
a melody of droplets
that liked to
f
a
l
l
in harmony
such a pleasant sound
to the ears
as I stand here
face upturned
my eyes closed
serendipity is a smile
an accidental discovery
found before the sun
warm
touches my skin
a glow beyond eyelids
aches my heart
to know this simple truth
that no matter what happens
the sky above me knows
what the world around me
wants to be
whether I walk below
sun
snow
rain
clouds
all of it is beauty
and all it wants
is to be a gift
to be known
become a memory
in a room with a door
to be opened now and again
when we each
Literature
Ideas are ephemeral, a dream, an inspiration
Many appear suddenly, or just one. You should not let them disappear, shape them, play with them, imagine being inside it: daydream!!!
Dreams are goals if you set a deadline for them and if you are strict in trying to achieve them little by little, whether in study, your constant work, art and the desire to realize them. They are important, because they give a meaning or direction to where we want to go as we travel briefly in this world, before heading to the sea of eternity of the “eternal east.”
Inspiration that infuses “new air” into our daily walk in this brief ephemeral experience of sharing our ideas by this or another means... The perishable shell that ruins and sickens, damages and dies, should not determine what we are, but rather demonstrate that we can . Why not be children at 30, 40 or 50 years old??... I do it constantly, and I express it in my drawings and writings. Trying not to lose that touch of innocence that perhaps deep down we all have. Let no one see it, it's
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another cento for 
s MMM 2020 
read more about it here -> fav.me/ddw4m3p
and this time I "borrowed" some lines from poetry written by the awesome-apple-sauce
(his username is also what inspired the theme and name of this particular cento
)
the poems used are :
s MMM 2020 read more about it here -> fav.me/ddw4m3p
and this time I "borrowed" some lines from poetry written by the awesome-apple-sauce
(his username is also what inspired the theme and name of this particular cento
)the poems used are :
Day 12
In The Recesses of my Mind
Arachnid
Emerging from the Maw
Terrified
Fields of Tender Grass
Saturday
Sparrows
Au
The Magpie
Four
Feet
Wer
March
plz go check out his gallery!!!
(and this has nothing to do with poetry, but the leather stuff is simply devine... 
)
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Oh wow, this was totally reminding me of him before I even saw your comment!