Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

love is the innocent student... pain is the lesson... — a frightful weapon, it's human thought... — you see, — Albion friend... — your name floods my brain deeply... it has got to the intimated point where the longs shine a light... — (a smile 'tween some "lessons"), (you know i always win...), — i conquered even you... didn't i... — not in vain the joy tickles you... these days i loved myself only... — my being needed combustible... (tones...) (to love you better...) (to want you more...) i know you waited very, (again) to hear me saying, — (i miss you...) (while i miss you still)

When the sky stopped moving my physique began to shudder. The words of my unvoiced fear began scrawling on mind's walls. Another universe has required to get inside my soul's sanctuary. A mad fury began to scream out. Battle collapsed in nothingness. Out of there, got found a way out. I did. But I still keep on fighting.

if you are not loved as you want to, — blame it on me if you miss fame, fortune, money, power, — blame it on me if the sex isn't as much as you'd wish, — blame it on me if you have nothing to drink or to eat, — blame it on me if you lost your soul, you still got time to blame it on me to any problem you might have it, go on, — blame it on me i'm here for any of your complaints, — so blame it on me after all, it was my mission to do my best, me, to be blamed, — you, to be happy, — (once… at least…)

get your mouth to my left ear kiss the murmurs that it hears at classy hours of inked dreams mildly, put your lips on my thrill, you, full delight in a psychotic ripple savoring a demiurgic bohemian call take a frenetic moment of magic to get slowly drowning in my ecstasy lushly poetized in a renewed burst

The calm blue sky has vanished, you've left behind the spring… wasn't important any sigh, — you've made your choice so clear. Then, summer with its nights appeared and disappeared, — I waited for you till morning dew, not even then, you've not revealed. And autumn came, much earlier hearing my cries calling for you, but all the scattered feelings shaped an identic attitude. Now winter's here but seems I am the one that's changed, — the gallant echo of the spring, like you & I… it disappeared… an army full of devils, it does it feels electric, it's power as I'm chasing fire  to shake it up where it began, at the vertigo introduction⇡up

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — I am in trouble, I fell in love with you, I need to be infused intravenously with your schmaltzy kind and your polychrome (call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — my soul's full of clouds and heavy rains it sings a blues, (as incantations) as if it is the honeyed slave of your soulfulness (call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — your sun transfixed my eyes and muses, my senses are in agony of love and pathologically, I look as if I am a temporarily insane kind in a cliché (call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — my mind has been corrupted, got bleached, it keeps me captured in something similar to quarantine… I desperately need you to get me cured if you cannot or can you keep a secret, pardon me, but the dear politeness it doesn't give a damn what others think, — (call 911), explain about it, explain to them

you adjusted my body in some breeze, felt and seen waltzing through the seas, as well as my scent, designed in a night-blooming beauty, to bring to you each illustrated desire, intimated chic, in the navy tints of the sky you prognosticated, as if it was given to me to write to you with the holy visions' ink in the limits of your wills, grafted beyond a last sunset, a last goodbye, a mystique cliché, as nothing of what we did to not disappear, [ever]