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Published on April 29, 2018 “I would define ... the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty”
Publisher: Smashwords.com
ISBN: 9780463989142 - Edgar Allan Poe (from The Poetic Principle)
 Contents 1. I’m not here
2. For you
From my own sorrow and tears
Bringing back my faith
PersonAll
The power of self-delusion
High Fidelity Feel The Antithetical Lobster
Heavy Light Just one more story, mom!
Autumn Tracks on the Spring Time Bowl Remembering the myths and legends
This Soul’s Mushroom Elegy for Elation
Sleeping Pill One powerful brainstorm
Altered Redemption
The “If-s” of an adolescent Who/Where/Why
Velvet seeds Go for what you want
Gentle seconds What’s new?
White Phoenix
Red Hand Road

Aluminium Hope

Revolving Around Alice

Forest of United Slaves

First Melancholy *Autumnal fall
Orchard of Grey Thoughts
Lullabies for the All-Mighty
The News Era
Into the Forest of the Crow
InDifferent Shades of Light
The Butler’s Dilemma
A Second Autumnal Melancholy: The Colour of your Sleep
On Rods of Time
Undercover Red
To the other Side of the Blue
Yellow Hopes
The Room and the Pendant
Road to Forever
A Third Melancholy of Autumn: Proper Tea Romance
The Deepest High
Crowned Clock
1. Garden Orders
2. Out of Order
The Watch Dresser
Am I Free?
Show Time

Muzzo Muse

I[m]Personal

Enthuse Killers
Why aren’t you serious?
Wearied by the Force
The Calm Observer’s petulance
 PersonAll

High Fidelity Feel

On the Alley of Sin, we spin

Trying to get back to that Holy Being
we need!

“They are debating my soul”

“-You are losing your time with them”
“-Please, step into my world!”

Time Files He gives me a kiss...

I put the world into my pocket and walked away...
A kiss in the name of the Father.

You are drowning in acid tears for me

But I don’t seem to care,
You are diving into the bitter darkness; I’m seeing this in a past
By cup of coffee...
You are drinking it!
I am smelling it!
Theodora Oniceanu You were drawing us to the forbidden land
But someone gave me a hand;
I’m suddenly crying for all that you lost,
my friend.
~
Taking a pause!
“- Resting your cause!”
I am going down with a high spirit and see
People walking in slow motion...
their steps are telling me
a story...
“Have patience, you’ll be...!”
Advice for the silent he gives.

*
Alone in this copper house,
I’m getting the bits of your shattered lights.
“I am not alone, and have never actually been!”
Love is in my mind now, and your mind in my heart,
My soul is somewhere in my memory...
and memory’s greatness shall hide in for me!
Then I will light a candle in the living memory of who you used to be.

“- Yes, my Holy Being! It is you my Pain Killer! I shall take you in!”

Heavy Light

Stuck in this sentence of two words you once spoke,

 in a tongue I thought I should know but wear the skin
all secrets and meanings of Gold;
then go...out there and explore The copper light is wandering on
its factual beauties. the site.
I struggle to become the whole I was shown She thought of mountains
I can embrace and fight!... blue and strong,
~ I am having the beats of your light! of high bright skies
with a trace of foam,
Now, while gathering the small bright particles of life, she heard the whisper of that morning’s Sun
I am making a promise to myself: when she left home.
“I will keep this magic powder safe from the wrath
of the enemy inside!” Last night was cold...
When home, she felt
“-You go into fantasy! you go into that light!” his spirit move around:
... release of a sound...
This reality’s darkness was making me mad! - not sold! -
You brought your love into this darkness of mine; She felt inspired and at peace
“I think I am the one who was right but felt wrong about it... with everything within her being...
All ... this Time!” “And all was love and love was all they need”
~
A word of caution, The door shut loud!
A spirit in need for a holy distraction.
I don’t want to pay attention to every detail of my feelings towards you, Observing the autumn trees in the middle of spring...
Towards everything around I am touching the bud of eternity!
travelling with us while taking the opposite sense,
a different path to push us all “-Come back! You’re mine!”
to the same old he screamed.
dark grey
curtains The darkness’s swallowing his being,
which cover and reveal a brilliance the gifted ones, bathe in she brings her light to him...
while playing on the beautiful He touches the Spring: “-What am I seeing?!”
mysterious scene. She felt they’re doomed,
“The bud of eternity has bloomed!”
Autumn Tracks on the Spring Time Bowl
Carrying the vision of a young man in her heart
Light was wandering on the hill, And his lightning beam.
A promise I seal...
We can see a road and the tree “-Come here! You’re mine!”
Through a filter made of tears she dared.
And I don’t agree
with us touching the spring of our fears. The darkness of those days was about to end,
His bright light inspiring her being...
Feel the acid in your throat, She took it in!
the chemistry of your burning thought;
You are close to my soul without being near at all! “Hold on, hold it in!”

* *
Three cigarettes and a bowl, My brain catches the beams of light;
She eats her salad, ... very slow That power inside
a movement. shows through the veil
Scents promised to the air I hide behind my sight,
telltale. an echo I seal;
The hills are green I have become so un-Real!
 I watch the arrows made of coal
“I have a goal!”
Before I know I am dissecting my soul.
I step aside,
The door has opened wide!
“-Pictures and words, put on a wall
to be shot at then left alone”
Lone.
*
The table holds an ashtray on,
two pencils and a bowl;
She ate her salad, ... very slow
a thought …
Three cigarettes were smoking on,
in the middle of the ashtray
right next to the door.
A last call: ...
‘-Hold on!
“Hold It On!”
Light was wandering on...
This Soul’s Mushroom
“Blue is the colour of your faith,
Red was the spectre of our strength;
The shadow of our Love wears the colour of Truth.”
Three steps on the floor
waiting to be cleaned and stored
in her memory...
A long red haul: ...
The garden behind the mirror on the wall
was withering.
“-They need this purple water!”
She walked on high matter,
Whispering tales of the unknown theory of a bright ghost.
The bucket filled with water blue
met cinder glue.
She threw the water towards the mirror
watching it go through...
Blue-purple truth reviving the garden,
once so vulnerable,
ignoring their howl,
increasing the power within
and bringing up faith.
...
The hall was waiting to be cleaned,
all dust and cinder being stored
in memory.
... three shadows of his steps awaiting...
... on the floor...
They’re WhiteGold!
The Old New Love’s reborn!
...
“Red is the colour of my faith,
Blue was the colour of his strength;
The Three purple shadows of their steps
Are reflecting in the rapturous Truth
of their own reflection.”
*
Sleeping Pill
Words are spelling the right sounds
of the images
I need to understand...
I see... I generate...
emotion.
“- You’re not missing him!”
“- What’s the point in missing someone, now?
This won’t bring back but the memory
and a piece of his soul,
a bit of a spirit,
maybe a cup of mind...
(“I will have all the time in the world to miss him, right?”)
Memory to be cherished and loved,
Substitute for a feeling
once left to rot inside;
That something to return to
when I need to remember what I used to call
home
without ever feeling that I belonged
...there...
at all.
No progress in this
continual healing process
of hating
what one loves!
“-You’re not missing them!”
What would be the point in missing the ones who already gave themselves to me?!
They’re mine now! Forever to be...! with me!
 “-You can feel them!” sometimes the answer to a prayer...

This will bring back the memory, Down, in the middle of this grey sea of people
A piece of soul, bits of their spirits carrying on with their heavy legacy
and maybe a cup of in-Sane mind! of dark lies pretending to show the light...
A memory to be cherished and loved, The sun is burning my skin,
The substitute for a feeling left to rot in my soul... “Did you begin to bleed for your sin?”
Something to return to when too old I can feel its taste...
And tired of what I call now my home” Making an effort to shine
Shouting at myself: my way through
“Without any feeling you cannot belong to them anymore!” this grey light that I read
“-Hush...! They’re sleeping!” ...
“-Be On, all the time!
Altered See everything around and inside,
you!
Irises down, Take notice of...! observe
The tree is high, everything
My mind hopes for a change in perspectives; and
I’ll die before they release the synopses of this sky!”
everyone!
Lying mirrors of mine Consider every light...,
will you reflect the truth from within, take care of yourself
when I’m gone? (Love)
give and take,
My reflection watches you
from the emptied glass of water, I broke... : Passion and Love”
Sometimes I yell at you loud. generate
There is no answer: “- What should I do now?” Emotion,
Be
Down on the streets of this small town, I’m losing Pure Energy!
(behind) An enlightened spirit.
I can see all of our people in need;
no money, “Go on, do wrong instead of doing nothing at all!”
no feelings, Is this the devil I’m hearing?
no hope. I want a taste of the sweetened sand,
-I feel misplaced. A holy scent
Disillusion and fear And a spirit from high above
of tomorrow, by my side.
of a bitter end. It’ll guide me to our cold forgotten Pluton.
Lost Love, From there I’d see
Lost Credence, the whole galaxy:
I’m feeling like a dot in the middle of your sentence. Shattered particles of a diamond
reflecting Life’s pasts we missed,
God knows I want to do something, bits of our recurrent dreams,
to release,
Help us get out of this state... of mind. chips to offer for our own relief...
I take a turn and reverse I’d see the diamonds reflecting our lives
this sickening fantasy into the light of a Sun
I was dropped in; destined to die...
It’s like a curse Hard!
we’re sometimes visiting
so, we can find, eventually, “-Go on! Do nothing wrong!”
the answer to our questions, The angel in me has spoken! Now ... He’s strong!
I was there, living into the memory of your needy children;
short money, less hope...
I couldn’t cope
with their lack of care and love
for each-other.
If you care enough for your humans and their human values,
Cold blooded children I was seeing
Carrying on with their purposes,
Bunched together, they were the organized tea-leaves
of my peace of mind.
No feeling, no real meaning!
My faith was declined...
“Are they blind!?”
I was suddenly screaming: InCanDéscence!
They only coped with the season’s credence
“-Where is the Right Time!?”
I felt like the dot in the middle of a sentence.
The “If-s” of an adolescent
“What if...”
I feed on a dream
Then put my arms around this fission
and sing...
I have control over myself
and fusion with a Sun!
And if I were who I wanted to be
You’d be so much better!
than me.
A facet and its hanging portraits
Catching the orange warmth of our traits.
Why “if”...?
We cannot stop thinking about ourselves for a minute.
I try this hypocritical feeling;
We get to sign it,
The contract with the troubled yearning
lit! :
--by a candle on wet concrete-
“Well, if I could...”
They tore apart the good I left behind;
Searching now for a clue in the backstage of my mind.
“Perhaps...”
“If I were a man, I’d do much better!”
I’m closing the door to my room to secretly burn the letter
to You.
“Maybe... I would!”
And if you’d be my good to bare
I would keep you away from their dangerous care
[ for our ghosts]
only if...
If still in love with what you are
Deep inside your God forgotten sorrows,
If you care for the trees,
For the laughter and the seas,
For the joy in your tears,
The old
that is new,
For what was good
Inside that Great You…
If you care for our cries, for the sorrowful lies,
For all mornings’ glorious pains;
If you still cared….
If you’re still there
For our suffering,
Our kind stares into the sun,
Making a living out of your hell!
Only if you care…
Velvet seeds
Drawing your time,
Illumination of the New Born;
They will bring happiness and joy!
Feel the truth that makes one fall
Into the infinity of Love!
A spot on the ceiling:
- Creating an oasis for those who crawl,
For whoever makes the run and struggles for the one
whose higher view
makes the tallest queues
grow small;
insignificant dew:
the meaning and purpose it gathers
you see and start wonder.
Charcoal stripes
Create a nightmare too sweet
For the ones who need to know the secret
behind this wall.
Diamond strikes:
“-This hurting love will make you stronger, my All.
“No more nightmares!”
 We’re drawing New Times,
Illumination for the New Born
Who’ll bring more happiness and joy
To the ones who tell the truth and make one fall
Into the infinity of Love!
Gentle seconds
“His light was walking on the yellow-green grass”
Vanilla left your soul
During the night’s fall
into that Sun
which found its sounds
behind your curtain’s coal
clouds.
Yesterday’s sky was bright;
A brilliant light was warming the site
you are working on.
I am touching the scene
while curtains reveal
a divine setting:
“I’m dim!”
Vanilla’s surrounding your being.
I left your soul
During the night’s fall
into the Sun...
White Phoenix
Clouds expanding towards me
This morning looks so happy to be
The one which finds ourselves together
Sleeping away consciously our Second Life Dream
forever
to share with thee.
I look aside while swallowing the essence of my numbers’ night.
~ Tomorrow I will run this Time
She’s wearing white,
Waiting for the car to take her out
For working late hours tonight.
* That day looked happily at me;
I am remembering...
See the particles of the light sphere
Lying shattered
on the alphabet of my fears.
out...
Reddish Fantasy:
He is revealing
that blood’s cruelty;
She is healing!
~
Clouds expanding towards me,
I was looking at the diamond in the sky
while you were drinking your tea;
It cast its light upon our (day) dream...
I look the other side:
She’s wearing black,
In wait for a whole new night
of fight.
Another flight...
Tomorrow she will run this Life with the speed of your light!
...
Fantastic Consciousness, too Bright!
*
We’re speeding up,
I cannot stop
Thinking about your steel like eye sight.
I remember the day I got you,
On the Internet, I met you...
I kept a copy of your picture
in my work files.
I am here, now, in front of your memory,
Wishing you could speak to me, ... tell me, ...
What was your great secret, old lady?
~
They’re wearing blue.
She is lighter,
He is the one whose gloom
Has left the shelter of the glitter
they gained so soon.
Young couple
Setting their hopes and dreams
into the shutter of my lens.
*
Fantastic Consciousness too Bright
With the speed of light.
~
Clouds expanding towards me
It found us all tied-up together
Living consciously our sleeps second Dream Weaver
we share with thee.
I am looking aside while absorbing the essence of my numbers’ light.

Her suit’s becoming dark, Red Hand Road

Your blood living eye sights’ remark
is cutting them up... The Sun to the left
 The Cloud to my right I see you standing in front of the window,
I’m half a dozen wild roses watching the men
strong, cleaning up the grey rainbow
going straight I am walking on...
to my old Black Heart - ... ~ ... –
he hath; Don’t thank me,
The other half is going on Don’t get me!
with life. I sometimes walk on the Pink Road to understand the “Me”.
* The beauty behind the curtains of life
Flashlights absorbing memories of your lifetime I’m seeking
activity; Is never too high.
They’re hanging on my mind
Appearing to be light-bulb glowing clouds, - break 2 -
A painting I’ve never seen before,
A shelter for the poor. Wild irises I’m seeing
* to the left
Two red spots of paint on a short black skirt; now,
She is listening to the trees’ whispering secrets to the right
wrapping around the others then,
while the cup of coffee’s getting cold... ask me: “Where are you speeding to, my dear?”
-errr... Rewinding: ... Overwriting: ...
What were you eating there, sweet Heart?!
The ground is too soft, I saw you standing there, in front of the window
Her feet absorb watching the men cleaning up
the living water of the clay loft the rainbow
they built I was stepping on.
a long time ago.
- BeLoved-
Walking on the drained cracked soil -child-
She shouts out quietly the dream which will recoil,
hitting the strong shoulder The Sun to the left
of her beloved The Moon to my right
brother... I’m half a dozen wild roses
-hood. strong!
For the good: Going straight
Don’t cry now, my dear to my Blackened Blue Heart
And don’t rest that pencil He hath.
making me wonder The other half is going on...
about Him. with life.
*
Don’t praise me,
Don’t hate me,
I am not to be yours for eternity
‘...Unless... you come with me
too far away from our beloved humanity.
We’ll leave them to our work,
Give them a kiss goodbye
And they’ll give us their faith.’

- break 1 -

What are you eating, there,

sweet Faith?
 And the coffee got eco-sweetened with honey
Making the pale sandwich feel a strong envy
On the cup of tea next to him.
These strong feelings break apart one small heart: this sandwich found near the copper cake factory,
The proper machine to have its sides a little burned;
Now the sandwich is tasty
Like never before.
The after-ever extra sweets in your bread need to burn;
The after never is suddenly
Unbroken.
The aluminium factory moves for you, baby!
**
*

Revolving Around Alice

Starting with

‘A Reverie’

-… she then said: “I need this! I need to punish them for what they did! I need to punish them for what they
didn’t do! I need it, duchess! I need this!”
-Oh, the queen must be very upset! Now what?

Complete I need to feel now, see?

I’m not afraid of your curse and your story,
This society business: too fake for me, I want out
Time Files:PersonAll For a moment of living
An archetypal dream in a different world.

1.High Fidelity Feel “- Up-stairs down and away you go!”

2.Heavy Light A dark creature I heard saying
3.Autumn Tracks on the Spring Time Bowl Last night in my nightmare;
4.This Soul’s Mushroom There was a chase and they won
5.Sleeping Pill A lot of sweets getting out of my pockets
6.Altered I didn’t even get the chance to see the sweets
7.The “If-s” of an adolescent Just like those magic ounces of salty-waters
8.Velvet seeds poured out
9.Gentle Seconds From my napkin.
10.White Phoenix
11.Red Hand Road *
* -Too busy with myself now,
** Too much to watch and learn from,
Too many steps to take now,
Aluminium Hope Take care of yourself sweet blonde!

The crumbs of inception: *

Deception; Of sparkling silenced matters
On the cable the elephant slides gently And science voices down
A silhouette on a bike Inside those hours of a soul
And the bicycle, sweet, That’s freezing its new cold
Sweet syrup of strong fruit They sat and spoke and laughed about,
 No troubles to appear,
no problems to abound.
The girl was learning well her lessons
And he was brilliant!
Of beauty and of kindness,
- Have tea or coffee, …darlings!?
They both laughing at ease
Run far away from her,
The old-old lady.
~ one look into one another’s eyes and they decide to run ~
-She’s boring!
-Oh, I know! I know! (he’s catching his breath quickly)
Now let me tell you more about our Alice, dear!
-Oh, please, do tell me more!
Forest of United Slaves
-There is no crow in this story, what are you talking about?
-I’m not talking about the story!
Too strange and clever creature
To stop and watch my scars and bruises
For too long,
Instead it flew away
For its real food.
- Perhaps they weren’t meant to mend those scars of yours!
- Oh, really?! I suppose yours were about to be healed anyway, weren’t they?
Too frightened was I, really!
I could have sworn to see them in my room,
They were now arguing about a rattle …
snake?
Or was it…
- A simple rattle, my dear!
You should not worry this much!
- Ah, yes, the rattle in those stories of yesterday!
Inverted silence: Now she’s talking too much!
I am beginning to miss those days when she was silent, the poor thing;
a finicky child whose taste in life
Needed to be refined;
She got saved by her curiosity
And I trapped her with my stories,
My long fancy stories
About someone like her,
A girl who needed to learn about how lucky she was,
How privileged and how unfortunate
At the same time!
Isn’t it odd, me pitying a girl like that one, there?
(two short knocks at the door; he covers his book with a cloth.)
-Yes, please! You may come in!
A very thin and dry old woman,
a mummy to become,
came in to express her faintly excused by the custom roar.
Clearing her throat she starts:
-I am so sorry to have interrupted your calm evening, master,
But I was told that you are telling stories to our girl.
-Oh, yes! please do take a sit, madame!
-No, thank you! I will not be keeping you for too long!
I came here only to remember you, sir,
Of your great duties
Related to your work of educating
Our little lady.
Please, do be careful about your behaviour;
She started talking more about odd tortoises,
mad queens and crazy Hatters,
odd creatures dressing-up for tea parties
And griffins telling jokes all night long!
She almost forgot about the songs that I taught her
And most certainly is not obedient and kind since your arrival here!
she said with reproach in her tone, her eyes glittering like thunders kept under control.
Lately she’s been disrespectful, she followed, to all the rules of being on time:
for tea, for supper, for some ceremonies….
She’s behaving like a distant relative we don’t want around,
Making sarcastic remarks
And laughing a bit too loud during our parties.
-Of course, madame! I’ll see what I can do!
-Make sure you see and take the measures you need to!
After all, it is you the strong reason why
all this is happening!
-Of course, madame! Of course! …
-Good night to you!
-Good night!
~ and for the first time he felt great happiness and pleasure ~
their stiffness was deranged now!
How could he not feel good?
Even if he did not intend to
Create such ‘great discomfort’
To the entire family!
His job could be affected;
He has to think it through,
act much more carefully
 as he’d planned to. that I’m dreaming a lot! And when I’m awake doing this, I get very conscious about that side of my dreams
that isn’t revealed to my flesh!
Back to his desk he takes a glance at the old candle: (You think so?)
-I lost it! No! I lost it…? How… How come? Then, when I am asleep that flashy part awakens for that other world in which I decided to live a short
It was just there, in front of me dream that has proven to be just another suicidal mission;
When I was writing! (At least it is a pleasant one!?)
(the panic made his skin look frightening pale) why should I be committed to this running away from everything I’m needing?

A whisper from a windy chill made him watch closer *

Through the window,
Towards it he moved fast, Red Giant, Sequence Star
with rapid paces and slow movements of his arms; Aligned to tell more about the Solar Mass
Of our Sun;
A bird-like creature pretty large and black Massive stars living
Seemed to have something wrapped along its beak. close together on our sky
-It shines and glows into the light of the moon In our minds
like never before: Helped by our human eye.
The pendant of my grandmother.
Orchard of Grey Thoughts
-I tell you, I now feel just fine!
There is no reason to make such a great fuss about it, dear!
A moment in a battle song of vinegar and cherries,
Please, don’t worry!
Too ripe they never really were
First Melancholy *Autumnal fall
To tell the ripest story.
The girl got bored and so are we,
Like a leaf in a year
she needed a new singing tree
This autumn passes,
from which she got remembrances
The third-round leaf of the lovely danger
of funny worlds we were all living in when children.
Of falling in love with this bad weather,
The reports for tomorrow look stronger and stronger;
Too busy doing nothing,
And I am here, watching the leaves of autumn getting real
Too busy now to die,
On the carpet of tar.
Too busy for your children coming to say goodbye.
The richest rug is covering the softest
Greys of these grounds!
- I want to know what was the lesson
-Can’t listen to your servants,
to be learned? I’m not a maid, you know?
Was I supposed to learn how to ignore you all? ~
Was I supposed to stop my caring How dare she treat me like
or my love for anything or anyone? One of their own?
What is that thing I didn’t learn?
How to make myself useful
~
to any of our worlds? Can’t speak now, mirror, really!
How to destroy, I’m serious, please see!
And how to kill and dance on Can’t think about you all, now,
the graves of those who didn’t do enough of their killing? Those shattered screams to speak
Well, I guess that this is what I am doing!
Here I am,
About the troubles you are taking,
killing you with my work! The pain you’re going through!
I hope you’ll enjoy it, Oh, my! I have forgotten!
the ride and the stop I’m still in love with you!
for a breath of fresh air
or whatever you need to realise;
You know that I didn’t care now because I cared a lot in the past!
-Have time for me, though!
Some say: too much! Beg you! please do not be ashamed!
There’s never enough care I’m actually in great need of a friend!
for the kind and the good heart!
* Two hurt and shattered soulmates
- Sometimes it seems to me that a part of me is… away… in another world, on the other side… my guess is Awaiting to be born;
 Our Alice seeing on their whitish faces In the disappointing edges
The scars Of a knife put into the wrong hand!?
reflecting their troubling past worlds. - I’ll learn how to fight it,
She asks herself a lot of questions Just give me a knife!
And never hesitates to ask; - A sword, for you, dearest!
- I’m tired, Alice. Go and play now with your dolls! So you can tell your enemy goodbye.

Too busy with myself, now! -Why can’t we all be friends,

I’m growing it to sweet. Just like before?
Too much to watch and learn from! -When was that, before-era
I’ll be your cruel disease. You’re talking about, old-girl?
These mirroring new creatures All times of confusion lifted off her shoulders,
Are showing to our life The girl watches the window and the window says: - Hello!
The way you were: -Now, that is a nice smile, oh!
The beautiful shadow of a wonder girl!
- Alice? -Be careful and kind, love will still be around
- Where, in the name of Heavenly-made cookies, is this girl? True love cares, everyone dares to fight with you!
- I’m here, I’m here! Nanny, … (in whispered tones she soliloquied) Chill! I am here! Who will be the winner?
The princess? R2D2?
The Orchard got now filled with pale white rabbits
And a lot of apples falling All the times of confusion got lifted of his shoulders!
For them down from the trees. - I really did a bad thing, making her a prisoner
Alice was following the hare to his leads. Of her own passions and for my own needs
To take revenge on a kid
-Keep losing it, Who didn’t do any harm to me
you’ll keep finding it Nor to my earthly family
Your, hare! Back then!
S_he’s there!
Still, the prison… cold and old and dark as always.
Lullabies for the All-Mighty In her prison, she prays her odd-own ways!
There is a God that’s mightier than her belief
Softly and stiffly in this small and narrowed-down world!
The little cat was dancing
On a roof, - There must be more!
In a dormer
Where a couple was enjoying Oh, there must be much more!
Their sweet awakening
given to the rays of the sun; Without knowing she learns step by step
The song of a delicate bright bird That her own prison is much too great
And the smell of a fresh saint-like For one to wish to escape
Cinnamon feeling, Or simply drop dead!
the grace of being rewarded Her world is much more
For their time together, Than the world itself!
Doing nothing
For the generations to follow, -This is a prison to explore,

inspires. Forevermore!

* Where am I going
And why is this here?
How do you like my nothingness filled These mice keep on playing
With sweet memories of the world that could have been Confusing my treat
If we only had more courage For the birds.
And less faith
 All birds out there,
Bathing in the morning sun,
It’s a cold day today there
But there’s even more coldness inside
The citadel.
- Winter is coming, dear!
- What could you possibly want?
I am old but I need to carry on with my fight
For what I want!
- I do not care too much about your wishes!
- I am only one of those queens
Who learned things all by heart
Then forgot about it all
And left the buildings anf their fancy people
behind
For what we call-recall: The real call!
- The meaning!?
- You keep on burning and dying there, please!
With your beloved owned calls,
Your
Strong beliefs,
Obsessions, regression,
Progressive thinking and passions.
Whoever saved you won’t be
Doing it again!
I can assure you of this!
Goodbye to you, my friend.
- I used you too,
You see? This is the world we live in!
Are you awake now!?
Can you see?
Did you even bother
To understand and care for me?
~
- The queen is all upset now,
let’s give her privacy!
She must have had an awful time
Remembering
Some
Thing.
~
It was almost lunch-time
when Nanny called for breakfast.
- Are you okay with this one?
the butler was now asking.
- Oh, it looks wonderful!
I love it!
Thank you!
Bee…?
(they’re smiling in their sweet complicity)
*
Stiffly and softly
On the roofs and chandeliers of time,
On the strings of the city
In which everyone lives at least one lie,
The dancing cat was making her moves,
From town to town, looking for the proof
That things were still worth doing completely and deliciously
Wrong.
Just like before: all fine!
And people fed the cat so well,
Some dressed her and offered her shelter.
She always filled their hearts with joy
Then left again out in the cold
Novembers’, bright, Decembers’ spring mirrors of boiling hot
antithesis
From where she could learn more
About the troubles of others to fix,
illusions adored by realities to mix
in the new elixir of life;
She’s taking pride on her new grips and
On her great new achievements.
I hope you enjoyed this elegant elegy.
One Ré-son d’être!
*
The News Era
- They say the world is going to an end! Why is that?
- Probably it’s because we polluted it! I don’t know! What’s the subject now? the father asked his little girl.
- Listen…
«Cet massacre de la langue qu’on connait si bien vient de nous envisager des nouvelles d’après les temps qu’on a oubliés. Y’a des cho-
ses qu’on veut bien comme ils ont été toujours, envisagées pendant que les autres doivent faire l’épreuve de ce qu’il pourrait être, ce
qu’on ne connait pas… même ce qu’on ne doit jamais connaître. »
- That’s beautiful but don’t worry too much! There’s still time to fix it! The world will be fine as long as you do the
right thing.
*
Softly and stiffly
And smoothly she moves
On the roofs of a canvas,
The cities caressed by her brushes!
Are they yelling and screaming in silence?
Release them! Give them the freedom they need!
They need to live out there, they all need to breathe!
 They love to be seen, admired and loved! To re-establish the order
Just like you, black little kitten! Once and for all!
Only just like us all!
*
Two mirrors of three stories felt neglected by your painted soul - Please take this new hat now… its magic, you know!
Two mirrored walks repainted the walls Protected by the magic of an enchanting elf-girl.
And made one caress on a soul in agony - You’re most certainly joking… Tweet-Tweet interfered with offensive outrage.
Find the peace and the comfort of a friendly hierarchy, - Thank you, my dear Alice! I hope that elf is you!...
Antagonistic writing back at and against myself, - Oh, no! I’m just a human! ‘Have nothing to do with her!
When our words collide I only caught a glimpse of her magic done into this forest once!
New worlds realize their thoughts about their own existence. … then found this hat all grown there… and picked it right away.
She blushes like a rose that learned and knows:
Into the Forest of the Crow Her happiness of being beautiful and loved
Was something that she shouldn’t take too much pride on all alone!
-Tweet-Tweet, Tweetle-Tweet-Tweet *
-DumDum, Dumb-Dumble Dum-Deed!
- Rejected by a musical, you were! The battle’s on!
-So, what? You are much dumber than before! The Crow is coming down with dust and old wrecked foliage
-That isn’t accurate, you see? I have made my progressions here, into the land of elves and fairies! lifted-up
-What are you talking about? There aren’t any elves and fairies here! Only The Crow and sometimes the White Into the air.
Queen! Now, things seem only too unbearable to watch!
-Ha, hah! He heh! Hi hih! It is so obvious! You couldn’t see the change! The fight is over,
-Oh, yes I did! The Crow has gotten wilder than before, Tweet! The Crow has gone
-Phaaah! Humbug!!! And Tweetle-Tweet is looking out for his brother.
* -Oh, Dum-Dum Dumble-Dum!
- What’s got into you two? Why are you fighting again? Where are you? Please, do speak!
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Didn’t you learn your lessons, While we were fighting bravely,
The ones from your Ice Queen? So oddly asleep!
Oh, Dumble-Dum! Please, tell me now
- You’re talking about Our Queen? One of your jokes and riddles!
Please, Dum-Dum!
Why, you don’t have any clue Say something!
About who she is Where are you, brother!?
And what she can do
Out of a great dome made of fresh leaves came an answer:
- To you, - Poof, Poof…!
- Yes, to you -Oh, thanks Lord! Twettle rushed to find his brother
- And you! our girl replied. but got tripped and taken down by one firm hand
- Oh, no, no, no, no… grabbing his ankle.
- This is not our lullaby! - Hah! Got you on this one!!
A fig?!
* I found it here, near this new foliage retreat.
As Tweet-Tweetle-Tweet and his brother Dumble-Dum-Dum - You… You… cold pathetic prick!
keept arguing with Alice
we moved along with a mighty song and another breaking point Out of the foliage retreat shows Alice;
for an illusion to happen; only another miracle, She carries one bright leaf in her hair
for the ones who can take some more of that fight. And two other reddish-like on her shoulders keeping her perfectly balanced!

Into the forest she found some peace and serenity -Ah! There you are! My dearest girl!
But The Time Hairdresser, angry and dark as a mad crow -I hope you had a good view
Came back for TweetleDums And DumbleTweets -…Over our fight
Once more; -… most glorious one! I admit
 -…. from where you were hiding!
* - I see… the Black Knight… The Crow was here before!
Out of that foliage she came,
just like a fairy in a fairy tale,
Her moves were dancing their new waved songs
Coming out of her delicate strong arms
And so, was Alice hiding from
The victory of falling prey
To The Crow!
* - WHY! That is preposterous! The man replied
There was a delicate new feeling
on the fine lines she was about to cross.
But that is for another episode, round.
InDifferent Shades of Light
Out of the blue of this cold forest
A windy storm of sun-rays fell
Upon the trees.
And Dumble-Dum with Twettle-Tweet
Were gone.
- They vanished! Said the girl, a bit amazed,
A little scared as there fell darkness once again
Over her solitude in this cold place.
* - Never mind, child! I will protect you since it is my duty to do so,
She took a breath, a deep one, see?
And moved along, wandering carefully
with the curiosity of someone
expecting new dangers behind every tree.
*
Just as she fell at peace with all that darkness
And mystery
A then ride his horse again!
Crash was heard.
- Ooooh… Loooord! A creaky moan and the disintegrating sound
of a metal-fall of armour startled her then made her squint.
-Hello! How are you, sir!
The old man didn’t seem to bother about her existence at all.
-Where is my sandwich box? And where, my sandwich!? I’m hungry!
- Please, pardon me, sir! Here’s a box I found, ten paces away,
Down from where I came.
The man was still ignoring her: - And where are those glasses?
- Here! She picked-up a pair of glasses and handed them to him!
- Oh, thank you dear!
Now, you were saying something about my sandwich?
- Oh, not the sandwich, sir! I couldn’t find it! But I found this…
Perhaps it is yours…? She said while showing him a box of leather.
- Oh, dearest! Thank you! I’ve been looking for this one for ages!
- I thought you dropped it just about now, when you…
-Oh, no, no, no… You see, this? This is my old box for sandwiches
That I lost once in a battle with The Black Knight.
- Shhh… we do not talk about The Crow around here!
- Why not? It always seems to haunt this place around!
- And that is precisely the reason why!
- Oh, alright! You’re right!
- I know that, girl! I am always right!
Just watch me how I’ll get back on my horse and fight for justice and kindness and beauty once more!
- You are the bravest knight of all!
Said Alice with innocent kindness in her voice. I’m sure that back in your days you were the strongest of
all the knights!
With dignity that was hurt he spoke:
- I’m always strong and brave and always conquer it all!
- Of, course! I didn’t mean to offend you, sir!
- hen don’t!
- It’s strange though…
*
They soon got very well along together for the talk that followed their long walk into the woods.
- I will protect you, dearest child, since it is my duty to do so,
around these woods!
- Too strange this fact of you not remembering me, sir!
- Remember you!? What are you talking about, young lady?
- I mean… I feel that I have been here before…
- Oh, that’s another call… That has nothing to do with me or this story!
- I see! I am sorry if my words offended you, sir!
in these woods!
*
And so, he kept his promise until the Black Knight showed again bringing The Crow to them, this time
taking our Alice away.
-Oh, Lord! What have I done!? The knight cried while crawling to get up
on his feet
The Butler’s Dilemma
Where is the girl, now?
And Why am I still here?
The second time was supposed to bring her near to this castle much sooner.
What am I going to do about the poor bastard waiting there
For the two messengers to come with that pesky letter from the queen of Hearts?
- Personal… Impersonal…
~ the soup needs more pepper! Pepper! More!!! More pepper! ~
*
the smashing of the dishes
from time to time awakens
the sighs
of the old butler
 in wait for something beautiful Remember me?”
to happen. *

A Second Autumnal Melancholy: The Colour of your Sleep -Where is that girl, a boy was asking inside his head.
-But the butler wasn’t bothering with all that anymore. The butler was doing his job
Pretended to be happy, pretended to be real; How?: Well…
Pretended to be lonely
So, you can take away to the future *
The sweetness that was gone;
Pretended to be miserable so that He was old.
We can have some fun.
~ This soup NEEDS more pepper! Mam’ The soup!!! Pepper! ~
It’s all pretending, nothing real,
Just like another leaf in a year -Pure… Impure…
from spring to autumn garnishing the tree
From which this autumn passes a third round, On Rods of Time
The fourth is coming back down
With a rose and the sun Away in silence red lines and dots
At your feet Draw pictures of sanity and help follow the hearts
Shining above our sleep. Of one great illusion
This autumn passes sweet That they helped her see
And I am still here As one of her possible
Watching the leaves getting real, Life-momentum sleep.
Making the perfect cover for the grounds of pale brown and variable grey; *
The richest rug is covering our mountains with fame!
* Greens od lands and flowers in the garden, sweet.
sweeter, though, was the gesture of covering the whites with the sugar of red.
all dishes-smashing calmed down, The queen had no heart of her own anymore.
two fishes came along It must have been broken,
bringing another letter A long time ago.
with hearts, all over her.
It vanished away, from her shell it took flight and found place in every human being
- It’s perfumed! The old man observed. Caring or simply liking
- I haven’t noticed that, did you? The same kind of treatment
- Oh, no! I do not know what he is talking about! - to a demon’s delight.
Then both together the fishes said goodbye:
- The queen expects the Duchess to be there Respected and taken care of,
On time! Admired and loved,
The queen was remembering all these feelings
The butler didn’t say a word. On the top of the world.
He took the letter and placed himself near the back-door of the kitchen. ~ where there’s cold, coldness old ~
the air is too cold!
This old man observed On the top of the world, she chops the heads of her unicorns.
By an elephant,
The elephant of the little smiling girl, “- If you’d like to eat this! I made it myself!
Inside the house of fools the Cheshire cat It is for your majesty! A gift to make her kind and gentle
Was having As we all here know
A cruel fight That deep down, You, always were!”
Carried inside the depths
Of his personal meaning. That was nice to remember, this child doing that!

“I was the one who sent you something beautiful - But where is that child now
you didn’t want to see, dear butler! And why aren’t you all helping her out from her world,
 Take her back here where she belongs to! Where some cupcakes
I liked how she managed to put you all to the respect you needed to learn! Got magically served.

* The Great Crow smiling gladly

Turned her head towards her sons:
The queen was outraged - Well, is there any of you, bastards,
And happy we all were Going to start saying the prayer
Since it now seemed that she managed to learn For our supper?
her great lesson
About how not to rule her kingdom -Oh, mother, please, we’re tired and famished,
Anymore. Couldn’t you
For once at this great table
Undercover Red Make us that honour?
- Please, do!
The Grand Palace of The Great Black-Fiery Crow
Was showing fierce and wonderful The Crow started mumbling a few words,
From the clouds of orange, A few unspoken before words
red and yellow Then something like a chanting
Burned coal. Was humming out her nose!
And dragged down by the rivers,
The place scared her bitter The woods and our cold mountains,
And so, did the dragons A rough and old
flying around Black grotty grunt
Like five graceful frightening owls Was coming out her throat.
Burning the clouds Dark ragged voice
With their inner flames spit-out through grumbling and groans Got itself renewed
They were gladly producing for Then suddenly her screams turned into a song!
Their dearest Crow Mother Alone. Most delicate and refined sound of love!
The mother was now capable of singing
The Castle protected Nice and slow.
By burning clouds and live-flames,
The Mother Crow could haunt and hunt down - Oh, mother, you sound terrible!
No matter how much she wanted; - Please, come back to our senses!
A lot she cared for! Her sons were crying making
The ceremony sound like a feast for demons.
She cared.
A lot! But Alice wasn’t scared,
(a whispery moan) The song of Mother Crow
Was saying to her
* Much more than one could understand
And this song she was able much wisdom to extract from!
- Here is our beautiful new prisoner!
The Great Crow said to her children Then supper time devoured the crowd
When all allowed to land Of dark-great angels
And find their place having a feast on something
At the table that Alice couldn’t see
For supper was about to begin. Neither dead or alive
In any of its former existences or lives;
* …
“What are they eating?”
Poor child, kind Alice she was constantly asking.
Was thinking now her end
Will be on those dark plates - Enough with this “nothing!”
 Mother Crow spoke! …
Then feast time was off! - Why did they bring me, here?
What is this for?
- On the yellow hopes of this one to find They keep feeding me well,
A reason for and the answers to her prayers, They do not seem to care;
Her questioning, curiosity They must have had some plan
And gentle soft enquiries Of which I’m not aware.
Of her innocent eyes, around here, I completely resent that!
I behove you, sons of mine I feel so calm and reassured though!
To feed while you are feeding her Too safe, I feel, for the dangers implied by the rules of pure logic!
With what she’d be just kind enough to ask for. *
- Please do tell us, girl: what is your favourite meal?
A cup of wisdom, perhaps a bowl of knowledge? Oh, wait! I keep forgetting that you are only a human! …
- There is a room and a treasure,
Give her some vegetables soup! She’ll be alright, for tonight! I heard them speak about, last night!
What is this all about?
* I wish I could get out of here!
I wish I knew how!
To the other Side of the Blue

The brilliant man was walking through the park - What should I bring you, now!?
A book and a pen in his hand. For dinner, I mean!
One girl on the green of the grass was painting The most unfriendly dragon of them all
The grounds of what one might call came to his turn
The innocent vindictive call of being helpful
Of the human And fulfil his mother’s wish:
Upon nature. Keep this girl well fed,
In safety and some warmth -
A picnic was happening not too further away only enough for her
And two strangers were exchanging a few words about weather To catch no cold!
And local attractions. And make her keep on moving
As we want.
It was the perfect time to embrace
The warmth of the day Once a day
Brought by the most perfect sun-rays! Alice was taken to see some parts of the surroundings.

“It is by the time I’ll get out of here when things will start getting serious! The Room and the Pendant
Until then I’m nothing but a lucky bastard! That’s what I am!”
-The miss wants to read books now,
Yellow Hopes Dear mother, what to do?
She kept insisting on this,
Back at the palace of The Great Black-Fiery Crow For days and nights in a row!
Alice was weeping inside her new room now.
A pleasant figure of speech -What books she asked to read, Growll?
Was lying on the wall What kind of books she wants?
Under the cover -I do not know, dear mother!
Of a painting warming-up the cold dorm. She never said a word…
Giving her hope -But did you ask her, Growll?
To get out of there, -Oh, dearest Mother! I do not know about those books!
someday, You know!
The painting was adored. -Then take her to the small library of the castle and leave here there, alone!
*
-For days and nights, the girl has read and studied all our books!
 - Now, what, dear mother?! What to do? She barely eats!
She asked permission to take out a book or two
And carry it with her everywhere we might take her to.
- I disagree! Said the head of the army of dragons,
The eldest brother.
- On the contrary, we should let her take one,
only one book per day
for the following stay
of two months now.
- Are we going to give her away?
- Please, Srouwintch! Don’t be too nosy!
Everything will come to its place when the right time comes.
- What is she planning to do with this girl?
- I don’t know, but you know mother! When she decides that things…
-Oh, Kids!
… To get where I never could: … I still sometimes wonder why,
For days and nights Alice read
And found a lot of places where to hide and make her entry
Into the other rooms of the palace.
She was looking for an escape-way
When she found a treasure-room.
Behind a bookcase she managed to dig
Her way into the room;
Now all the treasures of the Great Black-Fiery Crow
Were in front of her.
Still, nothing made more impression on her spirit
Than an old and tarnished
Pendant.
- They will never notice this one missing!
They have their great gold medals
And plates,
Silver spoons
And necklaces
Of pearls and diamonds and rubies
All jewellery engraved in platinum and gold!
This pendant must mean nothing to them!
So, she recovered her way to the library
Quickly
As they were about to suspect her of leaving the place
In a few minutes.
Road to Forever
“To the place we all loved!
To where we won’t be hurt!
To what we might call heaven
Or a hell of a show!
That sky from which we’re burning
Down all the demons, cruel.
From where only the angels
Have mercy on a soul
That doesn’t bother at all
For what’s kind and most wonderful
is what we’re going for!”
On blue strings of hope
Purple wings evolve
Carrying a lot of love
To a soul in need;
Alice was thinking now about her escape.
A Third Melancholy of Autumn: Proper Tea Romance
I’d rather be alone than hurt someone the way I did before!
I’d rather be alone and dance,
And help along a friend or a stranger in need
I cannot help it, yes, you know! You all know how that must have felt!
Deceived and trapped in a cruel game,
But I got out now, I’m away!
Away from the places where danger is my middle name,
The one in which I was forced to live
A life of tormenting decisions;
God! Thank you for the miracle and the help received!
*
The bravest leaf,
Autumnal fall
Another leaf in a new year
Of great possessions!
*
Bad weathers are now to fall in love with, again and again,
Their leaf-like memories,
Enchanted and eternal as only nature can be…
They all know how to tell a good story!
The rich and thick rug of golden leafs
Grows stronger and stronger!
Under this brilliant cover old seeds and older elements
Decide once more
To collaborate for another rich spring,
A flourishing summer;
One certain promise for a most prolific autumn next time.
*
On a hot-balloon nobody knows where she could have found,
 Alice started travelling away from her dark prison - Who?
where she had enough time - The snail, of course!
To learn all about the world - You see, the Mock Turtle continued,
She got herself stuck into The snail was kind of left behind!
For the long time that felt to last forever. - Oh, The Mock Turtle got upset with the snail being too slow
The strangely missed already On its walks!
Dark castle of The Great Black-Fiery Crow - Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Don’t you put that on me, dear Gryphon!
Was left behind It was the whiting’s fault all along!
With no other regrets than the moments she had fun - The whiting’s fault… Pff! Replied Gryphon with contempt!
Waking-up the dragons - How could it be the whiting’s fault? Alice dared to ask.
For another refill of her cup of tea The snail was the one who didn’t move fast at all!
Or - Oh, no, no, no! You see, my dear beautiful girl! The snail is a snail.
The next soup-bowl. One cannot ask from a snail to be something else than a snail…
The books were her extra-ordinary call! And snails don’t move too fast! He whispered to his new friend, Alice.
- Oh, but they can! The Gryphon kindly interrupted his friend.
The Deepest High - The whiting had to take a decision! The Mock Turtle spoke
Without taking into consideration
“To the place to be loved and cared for, The Gryphon’s remark.
forevermore! - Hmm, I see… the girl kept on going.
To the lands and seas On going
Where I can be valued On.
For my spirit,
To the shores that I’m seeking, - An interesting fact
This boat shall take me! How the snail was able to keep the whiting to his pace
To the places I wanted to embrace For such a long time,
And the life I care about!” Don’t you think?

* - Their surroundings have a lot to say about

This strange new fact!
- The princess was horrible, you see? Don’t you think?
Continued the Gryphon to telltale. - What’s new about it, Gryphon?
- Why would you say that? The Mock Turtle inserted
But they ignored her, the Gryphon and the Turtle. One that would be rhetorical.
- “To the lands where our imagination takes flight
and us, along with its strength and the tide - Why won’t you speak directly
of the shadows produced, To me, kind Gryphon?
we embrace our fight; But the Gryphon still didn’t try
while we fly To show to a little girl
our imagination is creating our world!” More consideration
Now, the Mock Turtle’s showing some teeth: Than he would think
such pride taken on Was deserved.
the words it could speak!
- Too much pride, on you, brother! The Mock Turtle said!
-Oh, where is the lobster, the oysters and the snail? - The Gryphon ironical eyebrow lifted once
-The oysters? What oysters? The Gryphon came closer Said everything about
To the ear of the Mock Turtle. His moody stands.
- I’d rather ask about the whiting,
If I were you! - Excuse him, my kind Alice!
- But you’re not going to, the Gryphon completed. He’s one of those, you know:
- Yes, I am not! Endangered-species individual
With a hint of sadness People will never truly know!
The Mock Turtle agreed. They’ll only think they know him
- Did it walk a little faster? But that will be the lie
 they will all tell to themselves *
To comfort their own pride. But Alice wasn’t there yet;
Her parents found a way
Crowned Clock To keep the guests too busy
With one annoyingly funny
Trick-Track, crocket game.
Trippy trick-track! The apples were all rolling,
The clock is ticking The hedgehogs having fun,
A lot The trees hearing for the first time
And a lot of time is filling our world. The heels of noble feet
Get stuck into the ground.
I don’t know how she made it this time, *
our kind hero, Alice,
but she set some new grounds “Oh, my poor whiskers! And my little paws!
Oh! The queen is going to be furious!
for our kids I’ll lose my little fluffy tail!
to embrace her new adventures She’ll ask for one more kill
into Wonderland! And I have to be there for her!
Where are those gloves of mine?!”
Somehow she found
A new way out - Here are they, Alice came
Of the orchards and gardens of the queen; Out of the Blue, of Nowhere.
Without knowing -Take them, I found them when I was following you
She kept haunting them all, Into the world of Our Garden!
They remembered
And kept waiting for her - Oh, Alice, dear!
To appear Why would you scare me like that?
To the game. Oh, no,
Not again?!!!
But there was no time for any games, now!
It was time for Alice to get back to her career of singing. (a spot on a glove)

1. Garden Orders -You know me!

In complicity-whispers she confessed:
“Oh, my poor little paws and whiskers! I had a lot of fun this time!
Oh! My little tail! The queen is going to be furious - Oh, really!?
And ask for another kill!”
- I have to get out, now!
As the pendulum on the wall Please let me get back to ‘my’ old world!
was counting - Old! Pff! Please! Old, world…
the new minutes to follow - You know what I mean!
after the big bang: They all expect me to bore them again with a song
Five o’clock sharp: That has nothing new to offer to them!
The very noble
And the very bright - Is it about those pesky cherries, again?
Were gathered in the orchard for a boring song. - Oh, no! They replaced the cherries with the apples and pears
And now I’m looking for a key
They were all waiting for Alice To unlock
To sing to them The locker of this pendant!
Again.
Because there was no time to waste - Where did you get that from?
On - Well, that’s a secret!
Tea and dry new cookies! - And off, she goes! Our dear Alice!
I will be waiting for your return back home!
2. Out of Order That inner-self that’s calling
You back to where you belong to, from where you came from!
At the exit from the den an apple found its fall into the depths of the highest hole in the ground. Alice was pro- The depths of your entirety
jecting herself out, one pocket-mirror in a tree and the pendant in her right hand. Will be shown soon,
Revealed to your mind
* And you soul,
So very dear to me
- Oh, there you are, dear! Will find its peace
Her mother called! in loud silence.
- Oh, Alice, where have you been, dear!?
We’ve been looking for you! (before, right before we landed in the underground world)
…
- I’ve been around, mother! I am ready, now! And as she bewitches them
- For the song…? with her singing and pendant pendulum
- Make sure this time you do not upset Nanny Gilles! Her discreet dance follows with natural elegance
- Oh, I couldn’t care less about what she thinks! These whispered words:
- Why, Alice!!!! ‘It is time for you to go!’
The outrage in her mother’s voice was left behind to be buried in the garden
by the hedgehogs and apples of the orchard. The Watch Dresser
- What are we going to sing about now? - A thousand dresses
Asked the nanny! and more shoes than one can imagine or think of!
- Is it about the apples we ate and played with back into your orchard, dear? - A million perfumes and flowers to pick!
- Oh, I have a surprise for you all! Another thousand pair of pants and outfits to choose from!
And out of her pocket the pendant was redrawn, - And many more cars to change!
drawing wonderful circles and spiralling lines, -What’s wrong with this girl? Why doesn’t she want to be there?
Making it move, with slow gestures from her wrist
like a pendulum, He’s watching from the heads of time
the rhythm established. And sees the girl admiring the crown
* And the red cape with dark blue eyes;
She doesn’t seem to wish to live
-Please relax, The queens’ life!
Don’t be scared - What’s wrong, dear! Why this long face, now?
I am only going to bring you to one dream. You knew what I was preparing you for,
didn’t you?
She begins moving around - Not sure! I am not sure of this anymore!
Showing the pendant to each and every invitée - The queens’ role and the palace,
The royal look doesn’t seem to fit well my face!
One beautiful dream about the depths of the seas! And I am tired much too soon!
And the greatness of our world! She never seems to be tired of anything!
- I know, you see… she will be here
As they all get captured by her whispered words for much longer than you may think, don’t worry!
She dances among their present shells. It is going to be fine!
Bewitched they all listen You’ll get the chance to learn from her
To the song she invented And be the queen they expected you to become.
Right then.
To her first chambers she’s shown the ways
* And old times are passing in front of her eyes.
She’s now remembering the child she used to be:
There was and still is “Oh, those were the finest memories!”
A world underneath she smiles back at them, they keep shining on,
This crust that keeps us on these grounds the portal of her retina
But just dare to follow makes believe
 the miracle of her past life. She was drawing and singing.
“I am most certainly mistaken, once more! Two girls were allowed to keep her company
I have no clue about what’s going on And a Dalmatian was chasing a curious cat,
But these visions are real and I kind of feel Offering her an apple she gladly scratched
As if I was living the most perfect life, As they were playing along.
The best of the right-time
To have!” - Hello, your majesty!
The corridors kept showing her thousands of rooms; A funny old voice, quite strange
This way, she’ll never have to worry about her silhouette changing! But familiar
“Do not come after me, old cruel nightmare!” And warm.
A small shadow got now even smaller She lifted her face
And crawled back And the look started illuminating
In the crack of a decoration. Them both!

* - Oh! James!
- Mr. Hard-feelings, please!
One beautiful dream about the depths of the seas - Okay! Hard-feelings I am sorry! I left without saying goodbye!
And the greatness of our world! - Why did you do that for, girl?
She was singing to herself - I was travelling into our secret world!
All along - Oh, Alice! You poor thing!
in her way Please don’t tell me you kept chasing the Crow!
to her chambers. - Oh, no! The crow’s been chasing us all!
Here’s what I found!
* Out of her pocket she takes the pendant!
“Once upon a time - You found it!
there was this little boy who…” - In the castle of the Great Black-Fiery Crow!
- You got there!? How come?!
For many years, she kept on hoping
That something nice for her will happen; (as if for himself: - I wonder if you found my other hat!)
Things were there very cold and dry,
It was not for her, this holy exile! - I was taken there by the very Crow herself,
I met her sons, five dragons spitting fire
- Too many years to spend around here! And killing ghosts.
The princess cried. I read all their books and drank all their teas.
- Oh, please! Stop all this nonsense complaint! By the time I left that place
Many girls would have killed to be you… or in your shoes! I was no longer myself
- I am certain of this and very willing to give them my shoes! The one you always knew!
Perhaps this way I could catch my breath and leave the hell out of here! I began feeling secure.
- How, dare you speak like this! Young lady!?
I confronted my parents and left
For many years, she kept seeking Out of the Blue.
for the balance she needed,
for the inner strength - Well, thank you for the pendant. It was my grandmothers’, you know!?
and for that sense of responsibility
they all claimed she was helplessly lacking. And thank you for the nightmares,
You manged to discover
One day, an answer to a prayer On your own.
Of a lovely friend All by yourself there
Was given. In the underworld,
In fact, the answer was ‘an old demon’ It must have been frightening
Sent to her rescue. For the girl, you were!

In the orchard of the palace - Oh, please! There was the White Knight
 And the Cheshire cat,
Those brothers, Tweet and Dum,
The rabbit and the Hare,
The Gryphon and the Mock Turtle to keep me company
And well, fight
Or come to the rescue!
- How could you forget about The Hatter?
Did you consider him, girl?
- I didn’t quite forget about him,
Nor did I try to escape the Cheshire cat!
I missed the game into the garden
And didn’t save the pig
This time.
There was no time
To admire the stars!
I see… Well, don’t worry about the pig, please
He’s rescued by our old Alice.
But our Hatter is still waiting
For company at his tea-party.
Will you come now?
Let’s meet with our Hatter
Once more?
For the sake of the old chuckle?
- And a cup of tea that will never get cold, spill or fall apart?
Sure!
On wings of Fires the Blues and the Reds
Came out carrying on their fiery backs
Both of them.
And Alice was cruel
And fierce was her friend
As time for tea
Meant time for a new travel of these two fairies
Into the world where nothing was what it seemed to be,
The world of the absurd,
The perfect home for any absurdity.
Am I Free?
The forest was Whispering, as always, the news:
- Have you heard about Emily Vole?
- Did you find Athens with ease, dear?
- What about Emily Vole, what did she do this time?
- Oh, well, grab the book and read her story! Then we shall talk!
- I can see that these tress, never change
Their old style in teasing
One another!
- Why should they change? Do they bother you?
- No! I was trying not to listen to their conversations, that’s all!
- These royal stupid rules for the fools!
Through the forest they walk,
Through the door in an old tree
they pass.
Through the gardens and the fields,
Through the changes of the moods of the woods,
Then they hear
A very familiar conversation between the Hare and the Hatter.
- No, no, no! The Time is near!
- I tell, you! Time is far! Very far away!
- No, it is near! Close to my heart, see?
-… ah! That doesn’t prove anything!
- Then take a look into my hat!
- Close enough, dear!
- Oooh, look! We’ve got company!
- But, of course! Remember me?
Asked the Hare.
- Not you! you, foolish creature! Him!
- Oh, him. Yes! The Hare took a sit
watching both the party crashers
with resent: Foolish! Me: foolish! Hum!
He mumbled angrily.
- Are we upset, Hare?
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
I am never upset, you see?
Only a bit angered…
- … mmmneam, mmneeeaawwm, bitter …
- Pissed! The Hatter said in pride!
- Pissed, is good, is good, Said the Hare!
- Didn’t you miss these two?
Alice was finally laughing.
- Things are much better, now!
I feel free to travel
Anywhere I want!
*
The muffins out of the oven
Were warmly spreading their smells
of cinnamon and honey
with apple chunks and chocolate chips;
A cup of tea was waiting,
He was alone, awake: - Oh, honey! Honey!
*
“I will always remember,
this day here in the woods!
We played a lot of games here
With royalty and fools!
I do remember sweet times
Of lullabies and tea,
Of riddles and of fighting
The Great Crow
And small fears
Of losing what was never to be lost
But enriched,
Empowering the greatness
Of our spirit.”
 * in shame.
Three cupcakes on the table A dish maker,
In one fine plate, they rest, The helper of a cook
The tea-cup is now asking
For one other refill you shall not remain
with warmth. But a caller
* For
The spiritual
“ - Thank you for the pendant. It was my grandmothers’ you know! holder
But I’d rather you keep it as a gift from me and my mother.”
you will become.
A memory came by.
His cold forgotten character *
Took her flight. They’re out on stages,
The stories and poems,
“She will be now remembered, The plays and the songs!
Forever in a story! They are living through us!
In my heart *
And in your minds:
This Alice kept on moving, Through images the songs are capturing your senses;
Out of my question You fly!
Swooning Do you want to stick to the ground and die?
all of you down!” Through soundwaves
The flowers
* All
The author feels the sadness Bloom.
Growing a gap of coldness
In spirit and in voices *
That all have got now frozen. They are haunting
An angel asked: Forgiveness! The souls in need for a haunt!
For the bad things, you said; Out, on the streets only kind feelings
You still want to repay us, Will meet our people;
For the bad that we did! *

To you! My fairy-wisdom, Now.

A glass of wine I raise!
To you, my dearest futures! A lullaby in a cherry-tree
To us and all our teared Is singing to a moth
Grown feelings! About the perfumes with which
It’s flowers
Attracted
Show Time
All insects
On the petals refined
They’re out on screens,
As a peach.
A thousand stories
Coming out of the dressing
*
she was hiding.
They’re out on the streets all the shows,
All the screens
-You are the leaves of autumn,
Making life happen
the traveller’s new flights,
Inside each and everyone’s dreams!
You are a dream,
*
A poem,
The spoon I’ll never use
-You are my heart, my soul, my life,
Because you’re purpose and meaning in life
My bed-time lullaby!
Was not to die
 You are my dream, my wish, my sweet sorrow A Second Autumnal Melancholy* The Colour of your Sleep
The one that will never borrow 8.On Rods of Time
My broken self 9.Undercover Red
Only to break me again! 10.To the other Side of the Blue
11.Yellow Hopes
* 12.The Room and the Pendant
13.Road to Forever
They’re out there! A Third Melancholy of Autumn *Proper Tea Romance
Inside a million buildings, 14.The Deepest High
Some taken out on the streets, 15.Crowned Clock
The manifestations of passions, 1. Garden Orders
Diverse. 2. Out of Order
They’re out there, they’re living,
We enjoy watching 16.The Watch Dresser
Them living. Am I free?
*
17.Show Time
We’re out!
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Muzzo Muse

Come, recreate some moods

For your love!
Beloved creation of a line of mine,
Spread your wings and fly;
You’re out of my rule,
Out of time,
Forever
Mine
Never
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Time Files: Revolving Around Alice I[m]Personal

1.‘A Reverie’
- You’re not needed,
2.Forest of United Slaves
You’re not wanted,
First Melancholy *Autumnal fall
You’re not cared for anymore!
3. Orchard of Grey Thoughts
‘Not sure when is that you meant quite something to the world!
4.Lullabies for the All-Mighty
5.Into the Forest of the Crow
- We don’t care,
6.InDifferent Shades of Light
our support wasn’t there;
7.The Butlers’ Dilemma
 it was all in your head I just enjoy seeing you hurt!
but the miracle did happen for somebody else! It’s not a lesson that I’m teaching you,
As a great lord!
It’s ok, I don’t mind
You crying all the way through your night! - It’s not personal, it’s a pattern
It’s alright! We used to the disgrace
This time I will not bother for anything that you might have done; Of the Lord up in the skies
For anything and anyone! Who got very sad,
Then
Enthuse Killers Very mad at us!
It wasn’t personal, you see?
- It’s not personal, don’t fear me! It was only nice and mean,
I only enjoy you seeing how things actually work! What we did!
Did you enjoy the lesson, kid?
‘Got taught a lesson here
About how not to want Still, a nice question is lingering in my mind:
Much more than I already have! - How will the world evolve now?

Still, a nice old question’s lingering in my mind: Why aren’t you serious?
- How will the world evolve?
If we stopped wishing and doing something Black leaves of The Darkest Forest
For the more we want Have made bitter this cold tea,
With the less we’ve got, A perfect nuisance
To the more we get Called the reasonable drawing-rooms
For the less that seems to be important To the meeting of a diamond scarf.

For everyone?! - It’s made of diamond dust, I tell you!

Everyone - Diamond!
- Can you believe it?
For - Oh, You know that I prefer the rubies!
- And what seems to be wrong
‘Got taught a lesson here with the emerald?
About how not to want - You mean the sword?
Much more than I already got! - No, the dust that came out of it
Well, that’s a lesson I do not want to learn! When properly shaped
Love And refined!
* -Oh, Lord! Another discussion
- Why did they have to kill her? Meant for the blind
- So, she can be resurrected! To recall their lost times
- Why did they kill him? On our earth!
- So, he can win the battle for his kingdom.
- Why didn’t they come to His rescue? - Our Earth!?
- Because this is what was meant to be. - What’s that supposed to mean!
- Who meant that?! - I don’t know, mate!
Why? - So, how do you like my scarf?
Because The seller interfered
… When a short break
Because Was made
... By the kindness of
- The world needed to be saved. Our people gathered for a party.
- Just like now? - Which one? The diamond one!?
- I tell you, I’d rather have a ruby one!
- It’s not personal, don’t fear me! - You people seem to always forget
 about what is important! - Stop losing your newspaper, man!
Look: the aliens have warned us all about the end coming! It is coming now!
- The emerald one!? - What are you rambling about?
- The paper! - Take a look and see for yourself: This lady just married her robotic help.
- Say it again...!?
- Oh, dear Lord! Another discussion - There is a lady they speak about in the newspaper;
Meant to make strong the blind, she married her robot servant.
Helping them recall their lost times - How could this be?
On our earth! - I wonder who was the one giving the blessing for this!
- Perhaps it was some of those humans
Black leaves of a Dark Forest That got improved with chips;
Have turned bitter this cold tea; - You mean, our microchips?
I had enough of this rough company! - That’s right!
I’d rather have some fun - Oh, no! That’s wrong! All wrong, you see?
Along with the soldiers who have wept
Just about enough for our countries - No, I don’t! If the woman is happy this way and doesn’t create trouble
And our human rights, to anybody
The right: then I don’t mind her marrying a robot or a plant!
To breathe,
To feel good, - Maybe all this is wrong!
To live! Maybe they meant that she got married by a robot
Not with a robot.
*
Black leaves of The Dark Forest - Since with and by are
Speak well and ill of whom they want; Very similar in shape and meaning!?
They have their rights to remain silent, (the caustic tone started)
Their rights to say anything Still, how would that change
Because in their Dark Forests This meaning of us
of illusions and of dreams Losing our world?
They do what they have to do
Then they’re all *
Free Virtual coins are talking back at me
They all seem to be trying to take hold of something;
to whisper and freeze the common’s realms. Possessing me would be just wrong!
You see, they’re only talking coins
Wearied by the Force Playing it cocky!
They’re only coins invented
As seen from your heights By us to become great;
The world is already dead, now! Another future time
The world was already dying back then when, In which
I was in hospital, my dearest friend. We weren’t trained to fit,
- ‘Was writing another word about the Réliques of our common thoughts At least not just yet.
projected on a life But we created it!
craving for our collective consciousness
to be properly aroused
then get us back on our feet; The Calm Observer’s petulance
Remember?
Can you remember now? On the top of the world,
Having the patience of the Greatest and Bravest Man of them all,
* He’s watching and leading you
- So, we can make the world of humans happen again… To what you want,
- I should hope so! You didn’t want:
* …
 did you discover the Fun From Mother Earth!
in all that? From Nature
And from the Lord!
- But what about the result!?
Was it satisfying? God is a funny thing
Was it… important? A joke!
God is not here for you,
Dear Humming bird Anymore!

Rush! God is just something in a storyline

On a clock lost in some
I’m producing a few gentle seconds out of my own self’s exhilaration Venetian time
For a genial countenance Taken away from the place where it belonged!
Breaking some smiles. And Time is nothing but an invention
Of our strong mind.
-Break down, break down some more!
You, brilliant smile! Stop giving us something 1. I’m not here
We do not want, and fly!
* - Be happy with your ship,
The house of courtesy and reasonable thinking I am quite certain that you made it,
You earned it!
Is still there! Be happy with this ship
Everything seems just right, now! It is what some kids need!
I’d better have my cup of tea… Protection, protection!
Take care You call for protection!
Out there! The child who needed more
The world can be so cruel! Of the greatest protection in the world
Take care dear soul Got deceived!
Wanting Did you expect our Lord to just stay and watch this human blade
To be once again Working
Useful! For your!?
* - Never mind! You can leave this place forever, if that’s what you want!
- That’s how we used to call it: our house of courtesy! There’s nothing left for you, here!
* Nothing from our end!
You see? We are all so god damn brilliant
On the top of the world, Making a business
Having the patience of the Greatest and Bravest of them all, With the souls
She’s watching and leading you Of those who were entitled
To what you want, To make it on their own
You didn’t want: Too!
The witch! *
The good witch is trying to save what can’t be saved anymore! -I will forever haunt you!
I wonder why is that? You know this and accept!
What kind of a disappointment I’ll break you down and make you cry and weep
Could have happened? For playing me the way you did!
- I’ll crush you like a bug!
Ask the world!
I’m sorry I was kind!
Learn from the world!
You did not deserve my kindness
Your great beautiful world!
Nor my hopes,
The one you put your trust in
Those dreams – all gone!
but stabbed you in the back
Accomplished,
Once more!
Well transformed.
Ask: Help and Guidance from the world!
Perhaps
 You all deserve to rot their meaning on earth!
in peace, - They fed us very well, my friend!
That restless peace
You kindly asked for - Oh, cruel God!
In return. Oh, mighty writer!
* Why do you make us suffer
With these words?!
for a favour came
In return for my Faith! From my own sorrow and tears
The Return of a Raven “Involve us just once more and we are done!”
That knows the meaning of They’re seeking for their well-deserved old rest!
Love. Please, give them what they need!
Perhaps they’ll stop the greed
Out there
2. For you Inside
Your systems.
Two swans on a lake avoiding the ducks, Perhaps we’re fighting (for)
Wild as a pair of wolves. Our own(ed) illusions.
The waves they produce through their silent *
Dance on the lake From my own sorrow and my tears, I beg, hear nothing
Brings back the remembrance It is too embarrassing!
Of a legend. From my own misery and pain
Get nothing but a lesson:
* - Don’t be this way!
Another vote for love, Don’t live this way!
It isn’t hard, Be better!
Not necessary a digression, From my tears wept in solitude,
Remembering the confusing task of finding the necessity in all the act, The solitude of our spirit,
Acting as a trap, the only mermaid left there Get nothing but what you deserve
To wish for something more And make yourself deserving!
Than a long-long life From my sheer sorrow
Without a greater meaning. Take only what was left
* Behind for you to make it
For your love and yourself!
It is as sad as always,
You’re speaking tongues forgotten, - It’s a nice gesture, leaving me behind
Made with the help of one With the things that I do not like!
Dear carpenter. - You are mocking me, just like before!
A walrus might have been fun How can I explain this to you?
To keep us entertained! It is over!
The walrus wasn’t you, my friend! - OOver it was, indeed, and that before You created
Now why did you cry for the crimes you didn’t commit? Or simply let happen?
I couldn’t see you eating This world that I don’t want to be part of
Any of our kids!
The kind… ~ Anymore? ~

* - But what am I talking about!

The oysters are feeling sorry You were trying to force me into being
Because they wanted punished something that I’m not!
The real murderer and carrier Someone else!
Of their baby-shell-wonders! Be somebody elese!
* How could I not hate you for that!
- They did accomplish I’m a thinker!
 I’m a seeker, Got forced to unite
I’m a poet! With the ones he shared the same beliefs,
I’m an artist, Or was it the first hero mentioned
I am an observer! Up above
Not a loser and a teaser! Here?
(Batman is flying above them)
* - Yes, I got all playful!
~ Quite nice to see -... love playing games…
The world you had to adjust to! ~ - Oh, well, games are funny but funnier are the things that do matter:
* The riddles, the puzzles, the drawings and discoveries,
The old teachings combined with the world of today!
- I got tired of the world you’re proposing to me! *
You did this on purpose!
You’re not my god, hoe-uncle! - Here is our hero, a child learning French!
You are an abuser! - Up there, on this mountain,
(the child leave the scene allowing him to be lost forever in darkness) a great, climbing-up man!
~ - There is our school-girl,
a song of terror and of fright, She’s teaching small kids how
a veangeance melody comes by as soft as the breeze of the evening To properly spell the words
which comes to engulf in eternal darkness And write well
a silence that follows as they all know he did wrong. By their own hand!
~ - Again, looking for heroes:
* They’re all around us, know!
They offer their help and follow their hearts
Not For they want to do well.
To - They help!
Listen, not to care for your words!
You’re trying/they’re trying/we’re all trying
Bringing back my faith To help.
(the choir went well)
- Looking it up on the Internet,
A freak I am, a loser, just like all of you! *
- The internet is an illusion
from which we all got to find an escape! Why wouldn’t you trust me
You need to live a little! And be another friend
Get out of your cave! In the crowd?
Why do you have to be so special, all the time?
Whilst Batman is dancing his ways on the roofs, Why do you want to be yourself
Helping as many people in his Gotham city, When you know
A place where people got doomed That yourself got crushed and smashed in too many pieces
To be haunted by a clown A long time ago!?
Projecting evil grounds Why don’t you realise
On The pain you’re going through
Our faith Is only due to the acceptance
Of the fact that you were doomed
- Oh, the miracle! To fail
- Oh, the faith! In front of the Great and the Pale!
?
(the choir sings from the side of romance and past-tales) Because
…
* - I know who I am, (:he fought back, she fought back:) I know what I am!
Super Man was looking for a way to relax The shattered pieces got lost and found, my friend
Since he’s already lost his unearthly paradise. Somewhere!
 * No matter where I go!
~ and of course, taken good care of ~
I am everything that I am No matter where I’ll go!
watching with love! *
I am entitled
To I have the power,
Learn and progress I have the strength
Just like you and all the rest, I have the will
the others And the wish
In our system of Cards and Plays, To do well!
In our system To make it,
Of To break it
Losers and winners, To be that important
Who said And be someone
To adore Not
The one who last Something!
Fails!? I have the will and the power
To be well!
Why not make her feel even less than what she was before?! *
Why not show her that she cannot win, dear old world?
A weary-weasel is telling a story
(the choir sand his lines of sorrow as he was squealing his evil chuckles) To a lonely kid.
“At least this weasel did something
“- Hi hi hi hi!” For us and his own country!”
-What did you do, Oh, what did you do?
Of course, this was unfair and unnecessary - I decided I’ll have the power
A call!
And the strength
The power of self-delusion To Do!

- Why did they have to kill? The Antithetical Lobster

-So, I can prove (to myself ) something!
It is probably coming close to an end,
- They need humans, not saints! This feeling, recurrent
They need people to learn how to dance Got stuck in our DNA.
In schools. We know it for sure,
They need to feel powerful, One day Death will come
A position they want, And take us all away!
A place in a society Then what?
To be respected and loved! *
cared about! Be my Death, oh, beautiful Real Love!
Be my friend
* And let’s show them
- They need to live, our children! The mercy we’re capable of
They are our saviours! Or
It is them the ones who will accomplish The wrath!
Much more *
Than we are ready to understand! “I will miss you forever, my God!”
can you hear the voice of this child?
Now I was hiding this soul
A brand new Mantra for me to take and go: So, you cannot do any harm… anymore…
To her!
I just know that I will be loved! I was saving her from your cruel world!
Why did you have to commit murder?! “If I didn’t love you, then who?”
*
Why not dance on your own grave, I gave everything that I could, perhaps more than I should
Why won’t you show mercy Have!
On the souls that have danced you I gave everything that was to give at that special moment in time!
Around to accomplish - This is religion for the blind.
Your dreams, - Don’t push it too far with your ignorance
Lo? And fun!
Why not offer, to the restless And stop crying yourself more than you need! he frowned.
A new purpose and a meaning.
Why not show us some more, They will regret it!
of What you really care for,
About that obsessive meaning? *
Of Yours Just Breathe
* And let their vexed egos
Is there anything more to tell? Never affect you,
Cruel kid!
These sides will collide one day! Did they care about yours?
I feel funny, quite amused Your egos,
By my own pathetic sorrows Your feelings?
When the world out there is facing Your ghosts?
Some of the greatest problems *
Of education and order;
On moral values The winds have calmed and she admitted with a frown:
We, all You were right, earlier!
put our faith in
since we’d get lost without them! - Then let them show that in real life;
Their regrets and their sorrows.
On principles related You gladly transformed those in cold memories for others!
To freedom of our speech, How did they repay you?
On questioning decisions Perhaps we’ll never know!
We took, But I can feel their stupid vexations
They just might take,... Affecting us all;
You make! The ones still having some soul
* Left there, inside their hearts
“I will forever miss you! The ones who still remember
where are you? where did you go?” The least you could have done: if.
This soul is weeping gently
The memory of her hurting sorrow. *
For the ones
Why did you have to mock her sorrow? Who learned just like you
* got
…
“You strengthen-up yourself, girl! helped
Stop crying for one loss! …
Stop making such a big fuss by a friend!
Out of an old grey bus! *
It’s just another trip to
- A voyage if you like - Prepare, for they should start working on how to repair
one old cold pathetic The damage you’ve done.
And awful life Your contribution was fun
Once loved.” …
* among others!
 * That would accomplish dreams
The lobster was dancing And wishes for some fools
along with the plate But the greatest fools he spoke of
on which the boy Were the ones just here with you.
was hanging an arm of Lumière’s.
Perhaps he was losing the entire world. ‘- You mean the monsters?’
Or maybe he was selling it? (danced in the air by music you hear the mother’s laughter:) “- You’ll see.”
I guess that we’ll never know!
The lobster was dancing He spoke of love and wonders,
On the plate showing its spark About a faithful crime,
And the lobster’s glow. He left his great new legacy of charms behind.
He never bothered feeling,
Just one more story, mom! His heart got emptied too;
An echo still remaining
Before bedtime a mother is making the bed, Of what some say
Changing the sheets and beating the pillows That ‘could have been’.
To make them fluffy again! The best is here for you!
“- Your nightmares will be gone, this way!” she says
winking back at the boy watching ‘You’ll never find a greater love
his plush-toy embraced. dear princess made of ice!
Go be the Cold Queen of Our Iced Lands
“- Make some tea, mother, will you? I’d love to have some tea…?!” And make us all feel proud
“- Oh, darling! Do you really want another cup before bedtime?” Of those decisions that we take
“- Yes, … I do!” He mumbled. No matter what might come!
“- Oh! Alright then…”
“- …and don’t forget about the story! … mother?” You’ll never find a greater love:
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!”
“- Yes, dear! Here’s your tea! Now, the story:
*
* “Take care
Once upon a time, And this time do try
Just like never before, To hurt nobody!
A different once Ay!?”
In a closer time to distance from it all, *
There was a strange little boy
Too wise for his age, A wink from naughtier than that,
A boy who winked at his past The boy has gotten out!
And walked away! A lobster dancing on a plate
* Was showing
Lumière
This boy knew too well That night
Why he was doing things, Then switched down
He was shown visions Was the light:
Inserted into his dreams Goodnight.
And knew how things would end if…this
How things will go on if that; Remembering the myths and legends
He knew just what to expect from us, from you
And all of the mighty God’s wrath! “Involve us just once more and we’ll be done!”
They’re seeking for their well-deserved old rest!
Please, give them what they need!
The boy was wise, you see?
Perhaps they’ll stop that greed
He knew just when to dance, Out there
He knew how to play tricks on us Inside
And tell us all the lies Their cold cruel systems.
- It’s freezing out there! Why aren’t we there?
- Well, it’s winter, darling! What did you expect? Was the world better
Before
Perhaps we’re fighting against Or after
Our own illusions. we left their world behind?
*
How many queens for love do you think necessary *
To be worshiped like the goddesses of life and fertility? How many circling grounds
How many do you need to kill Twisted
So they resurrected themselves And splined?
And turn into the head-masters of the schools to chop-off
Your heads!? To the future we climb!

How many caring Thorns to fight for our earthly wishes and needs? “Involve us just once more and we shall be done!”
How many Thor’s to fall down from the skies They’re seeking for their well-deserved rest
With their hammers and their strong arms!? In a peace that was earned!
How many Jupiter falls?
~
* You were not welcome to stay,
Dear Aphrodite, They welcomed you anyway
Welcome!
* ~
How many Venuses have to clean the faces
Of those who were destined Please, give them what they need!
To crawl Perhaps they’ll stop that greed
Out there
Like the worms? Inside
How many Princesses losing their bows Their systems.
In the favour of the Elves and Fairies you admire…?
- I never lost my bow! Claimed princess Diana! Perhaps we’re fighting for
I just got some new super-powers! Our own illusions.

- Don’t open the box! You are not prepared for this! *
Those dragons can eat you alive, my dear friend! Another sail to distant lands
- I’ll eat them alive, the kid said! On seas, you never crossed;
- Stop playing the parts of the Joker! You must play the hero! Another Poseidon dream
- Who said that I wasn’t playing that? To give us one more reason to cry ourselves out!
It’s hard the rock you throw at us,
* We need some special powers to split it in two halves
Noº Vs That separate our grounds.
Noº Ls *
Noº Ds
They don’t count this in! On grounds of energy for fun
And joy for Love
Noº Cs You drown
Noº Ps Then get your crown!
Noº Es The Queen of Mermaids
They don’t Look for a shelter in here! Lost her gown
For all eternity!
Where are those pyramids? *
Why aren’t they real? No soul for you,
They must have melted all the sugar My dear!
In it, You never wanted Me!
The myth!
Elegy for Elation
Where are our legends,
Ludicrous but fun: For Us!
“To the slaughter House we go The miracles
Happily, We, all enjoy Who just knew how to dance!
Seeing monsters Killing Hopes! For us, the ones who had it
It’s okay! I’ll be The Alien of twelves!” And made it all along!
* *
Ironical or sad, this is how things now start “I hope that I pissed you just enough so you moved your carcass out of the door!”
With laughter and with pain *
Instead of tears of joy
For Joy, A restless black new kitten
For Love, Is trying to find peace.
For what she doesn’t know, She never made it to her purpose
Your friend Of being kind enough for them.
The enemy! To them all rage and sorrow: they know how to do well
* Out of her sweet bitterness,
- Oh, Great Spirit of Elation, Her glances out all windows
Thank you once again! …
I couldn’t have lived BREAK-OUT!!!
Better ….
Without you running through my veins! No STARE
*
- Oh, Greatest Spirit Two shattered blued red nightmares
Of passion lifting-up Both made from one!
All passions
Brought-up inside! - No! I didn’t do, to you, any harm!
Take care of me and pace me up and down - Leave me alone! Go away! No-o-o!!!
In safety for one safe new ride
On the courses of time The door of her room smashed-open and the light was switched back on!
I thought - What’s wrong dear!? Another bad dream?
I tried to take.
* “Just get that carcass of yours out of the door!”
“My guessing heart is whispering now that only the Mighty All Powerful God this was a lovely echo…
I was told does not exist echoooo…
Can save us,
You and I. One powerful brainstorm
* You were there for me all the time! I just know it! It Must have been love! It Must have been Faith! It must have
You might have cared for her too, been care! But I was only a kid… a kid, I tell you, not sure if I was kidding and kidding around, perhaps some-
You may embrace “The light” times I was… pretty… and funny!
She’ll always claim she had it A kid I was, back then and only a kid; too young to be important, too old for you to show me the mercy of your
Before you or anyone else! Caring Soul or Spirit!
*
*
She’s smarter, see, much brighter, I probably got too broken to care,
Well taught and very warm, Too cold to stare at a ceiling
Perhaps too cold her hotness, Again
Maybe a little more Too hot not to fly out of here
Than wanted And give it a try!
Or even asked for.
Just let it out, it’s fine now! You can stay there, get locked,
I’m sure you will progress, With your real dreams, all faked-out
Regressing all the past to By your enemies
What futures hold in hands
 You once thought Nothing but the coldness of the spirit that haunts
Could become your friends! The depths of your oceans and seas!
For once! (back to the skies or to him:) Please, do give her the strength to overcome
It’s all about duty, The situations
There is no feeling left behind, Too hard for a soul like hers to take!”
No trace of love or care
In their God forgotten
Heart! *
There is no answer to your prayer,
* Your prayer got silenced;
They needed a loser to make a heart The right to ask for something in return,
For their Extraordinary Denied to you
Exissstence! By someone who knew
* How to handle
A situation with a girl that didn’t want to become a woman
- What’s wrong!?
Is the truth too hard to take for you…, people?! ~ do I still wonder: why? ~

- I’m sorry to have cried for you Once the mystery solved
And your pathetic helpless people! The case of murder got closed
And this file
Hopeless they are Classified.
And helplessness they spread *
All around Because we don’t want to know, about you anymore!
And inside your hearts, Your attitude says it all!
They infiltrate Yes, you were all right,
Their lack of love. You’d had better committed suicide
They are teaching you a lesson: - you are either obedient Than live like that…
Or dead! They can say whatever they want, it’s over.
Isn’t this nice, dear friend?! Once broken a spirit for too many times
Why bother, why care? Nothing helps!
Please, tell me when all this will end? *
- Don’t worry, they don’t want to help!
Oh, they most certainly have it, the know how They just want to be right and defeat someone who stopped giving a … bloody dime!
To make you sure of their love and God given care
Towards you (to the skies or to him:) “Please do give her strength and offer her love!
/ You’ll see that she can take good care
For you! And treasure it all!
She is very kind
Redemption And protective, she was!
Please, do
(to the skies or to him:) “Give her strength and offer her love, Oh Angel of Beauty and Mercy! Understand me,
You’ll see that she can take good care She did what she could
And treasure it all! As the human, she was!
She was very kind (to her:) You did what you could, as the mermaid you were,
And protective, To fight your condition
Please, do Of creature that knows
Understand me! Nothing but the coldness of the spirit that haunts
She did what she could The depths of your oceans and seas!
As the human, she was! (back to the skies or to him:) Please, give her the strength to overcome
(to her:) You did what you could, as the mermaid you were, all situations
To fight your condition Too hard for a soul like hers to take!”
Of creature that knows
 *
“Why do I bother, why is this hope -Why did they have to kill her?
pleasantly haunting me - So, she can be resurrected!
offering love and shelter? - Why did they kill him?
- So, he could win the battle for his kingdom.
Why don’t I simply abort this plan? - Why didn’t they come to His rescue?
Why do I keep looking - Because this is what was meant to be.
For, the saint, I ruined?” - Why?
Why? - Because
* …
(to the skies or to him:) The world needed to be saved
“Please do give her strength and offer her love!” - Just like now?

Who/Where/Why *
- “If I didn’t love you, then who?”
-I have no care for her, now! *
Who, where, why?
Not anymore! Why not offer,
‘Have been enlightened, where to give to the restless,
Who, where, why? A new purpose and a meaning?
She didn’t give a penny Why not show us some more of
For Our Call! What you really care for?
Who, where, why?
There is no doubt about it, *
Perhaps her shameless pride What’s new?
Has led her to believe And how do you like this creative
That we all said goodbye Stalk
To her and her dear spirit, Of
Who, where, why? Gratitude?
Alive or dead, she danced
The music and her lover *
‘till what we call the end. - I have no care for you, now!
“If I didn’t love you, then who?” This weapon is still sharp.
* - Not anymore,
Breathe I’m saying, pretending I’m alive!
And let the vexed egos ‘Have been enlightened,
Never affect you! learn now:
See: She didn’t give a penny
Did they care about you? For Your Call
Your egos, Or for My Help!
Your hurt feelings, It was all ‘bout some “Cherry Ripe Song”
Your sorrows? And some kind of a Raven
Your ghosts? *
* There is no doubt about it,
“If I didn’t love you, then who?” Perhaps her shameless pride
Has led her to believe
Where were you, where are you? That we all said goodbye
Who!? To her and her dear spirit,
I guess that you’ll have to find the people who care Alive or dead, she danced
In that Card-Like Reality! The music and her lover
* ‘till what we call the end.
Love *
*...*…*…*…*…* “If I didn’t love you, then who?”
 “If I didn’t love you, then who?” The new world got filled with all the spoiled brats
“If I didn’t love you, then who?” And too many rats!
Those are very loved by those people!
Go for what you want
Why should I care about those kids
They were creating a new world in that small office. For some, their work was the basis for a game, for oth- And not about
ers, the place for fun at work, for the many and herself included, a source for a financial help much needed; My Own persona?
for everyone a dream coming true. They were all happy to collaborate and do what they were doing; every-
one had their role and everyone was entitled to learn some more. Everyone there had the respect for their They can move, they can dance, they can crawl!
own persona, for not to be disrespectful to another fellow co-worker shows it better and everyone was
‘fighting’ for the same goal there. Whatever each and every one of them might have been through in the What’s new?
past was not subject to be brought-up to the table; unless very useful to ‘the cause’. And they were building
a new world, this way, the constructive way… the builder’s way. What’s new?
A dream of ’82!
“It’s all fantasy before it happens! You must surely know this already!” What’s old:
The life I wish I had!
Sweet dreams were powdering the grounds of the city What’s odd:
In which he didn’t want to set her presence anymore. How life brought all this up!
Forgotten and cold,
Left behind by the spirit of Gold. Where is our Good God and why am I so blind?
He feels sad and awaken
To something that she doesn’t know *
If was meant to happen - I don’t deserve to be loved, anymore!
By the intention of her God - I don’t deserve to be treated with respect
Or the wishes And be taken care of!
Of Perhaps, I never did! I do not know!
Another one’s, - I guess that I should be punished for everything that I said,
Perhaps his. For the things that I have done!
- ’m sorry, I’m sorry!
Why did you carry that burden inside for so long? I was so, wrong!
Why did you fight yourself - I’m sorry! I will not
And make peace with everyone else? Spit you in the face, anymore!
Why didn’t you feel sure With your own venom,
About With the pain and the sorrow self-induced.
Your call? - It was all just a nightmare,
Now, how do I know this!?
How could you forget
Us all? I just know!

Those who are mocking you most certainly know *

They can love What’s old?
They can feel A dream of ’94!
They embraced pure love, What’s new:
Impure meaning! The life I wish I had,
They most certainly know! That’s odd
They most certainly crawled And strange
For a better world! How life brought all this up!

The struggle of those kids of tomorrow! Where is our Good Life and why am I so blind?
Oh, how to explain to you, my dearest sorrow? The Roman and our Solar System
Forgotten! Recovered
Their religion.
* It’s time for you to say
 The story of that bay
You wept for quite a long time,
The story of your own
Projected self.

Remember:
This was hard to take! Are you prepared?

- What’s new?
- he old new…? Just go there and ask!
Perhaps you will understand better
What is that happened
All of a sudden,
All at once
Brought to peace,
White and cold,
All at peace since this is what you want!
- Give thanks to your Lord,
Your parents, your ghosts!
Give thanks to everyone,
I[m]Personal
here or there, involved.
I guess that there was nothing for you left out there, anymore
1.Enthuse Killers
Because all the chances you created for yourself
2.Why aren’t you serious?
Are now forever gone!
3.Wearied by the Force
Your people?
4.The Calm Observer’s petulance
They are gold!
1. I’m not here
2.For you
Do you want to know what they know?
5.From my own sorrows and tears
Here:
6.Bringing back my faith
7.The power of self-delusion
God, forbid you be
8.The antithetical Lobster
The One!
9.Just one more story, mom!
10.Remembering the myths and legends
What’s new?
11.Elegy of Elation
And how do you like this creative
12.One powerful brainstorm
13.Redemption
Stalk
14.Who/Where/Why
Of
15.Go for what you want!
Gratitude?
16. What’s new?
-Psst: - It’s all in the attitude!
*
*
**

The End

I have seen everything you’ve done and I know the truth no matter the stories invented to cover
for or justify your acts, to change or replace reality. Yes, I know all the truth and know that ev-
eryone will be rewarded according to their actions, their do!
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