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Trafalgar Square
It is here where everything
Suddenly collapses into
A flower of space
Enabling all little things
To become petals in lights
It is here where we
Suddenly walk through a flower
Pollen kissed like bees
We walk outwards towards
Our little places
It is here where
Suddenly I feel a sadness
Opening up through the space
On the deceiving March afternoon
Yet I sat there
Absoluting the memory of the flower
On the steps of St Martin in the Filed
At home with the flower infused in its fragrance
I Carry the Oceans
I asked him at Fifth Avenue
While our cigarettes smoke curled upwards into annihilation
His non-hesitant answer fell like a coin in a wishing well
'No, I don't see any colour in my mind.
I am ever aqua a being
I reflect what I see.
And I fit well into a simple colour
When someone points out at me.'
'I became a colour to suit
somebody else's needs;
I eat the apples of geo-politics
Knowing well my mind
Has no physical eyes.
So as a blind man
I carry the puzzle of
Colour's coral bed
I am ever aqua a being
I carry oceans in my ears
That they neither see nor hear.'
Geometry of Truth
A momentous handshake
Happens in a moment
When a question finally
Makes friend with an answer
A though all they needed
Was the mirror
To hold open the map of truth
A question's quest for the
answer
That escapes away ends on the mirror
That spells the geometry of truth
To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
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Riding on My First Kiss
They seek slick evidence
And I wonder what
Evidence am I going to ask
To a rose of a dawn?
The seekers of evidence
Are like the grave digging thieves
All they enter into is skeletal scroll
Wet bones once was part of the whole
And they claim after careful consideration
'Indeed, that was Mr X!'
'Unless you can replicate
There's no value to be put in the vault.'
They say as though replica bears the bones the truth
And I wonder how am I going
to
Gather any feather light evidence of
How and where I had been
Riding on my first kiss!
Perpetual Past
I see things, distances and
relations
In a time-fenced frame
In a fairly frail structure of a frame!
Fragile as bubbles my connections hold!
I see because fallen photons
of lights
Come and pierce through my eyes
I see objects measured in
their sizes shapes and colours
And the distances that separate us
Therefore, my sense of
reality
Stays some micro-seconds late
In order to grasp the
geometry of distance
Time binds us into living in a perpetual past of a pond
That keeps reflecting reality's ride
Our present flourishes into
the space of
An areal state where we grow towards reality's garden
When thus we say we see
We actually mean a joy
That we saw what was there
That keeps on moving away taking us with it
Perpetually
To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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