Here I will write poetry mostly on-the-spot as an exercise when I'm in the mood to, as such it probably won't be as refined as it should be.. Maybe I'll post some older stuff of mine sometime if I feel like it. I doubt anyone will really care (do people even read this stuff?) but if anything at least I'll have fun with it. Good excuse to get myself writing more often.

I like to experiment with words and ideas and syntax, invoking unseen natures in this dualistic existence and all that fun stuff.. I'm not great by any means but at least I like reading what I have so far. I don't really follow any specific guidelines or styles and mostly just write what sounds best at the time.

Contributions are welcome Or feel free to just tell me I suck or something lol

Ten-faced, night-time, wave-form in-tegrated with iambic, laced, drizzles of words singed with green, red, ocher tones loosely undulating with the parsimonious vicissitudes of becoming-and-un; home-alone seminars held silently for noone.

There lies Lucy, bless her soul, hiding from conflagration in the cold, never-ending notwithstanding with requisite understanding the flowers will bloom in spring.

Finding the time to align the lines that define the signs, re-imagine sanctity of mind, moonlit edicts lay low under blankets of ice and snow.. To quantify the subtleties of anima-lines we must stay to the end of the day.

Here, there, everywhere, the clouds will funnel down, mix and match and close the gap between the sky and the ground.. Heaven and Earth: a ritournelle, around and around and around.

The sun and moon once had a daughter,
Given to earth to raise-
And in the hours of the twilights
She would avert her gaze..

Towards that inside which does not sleep,
The ebb and flow, the cold and heat,

For all was one in those golden moments
And she promised forever and ever to hold it.

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The sun and the moon then had a boy,
Given to earth to raise,
And gave upon him all their worth
And set him on his way..

To learn and live and laugh and love,
To ask and understand.

To manifest beauty in all things,
The spirals and lines, the angles and rings.

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And with stars to guide them, and love in their hearts,
You almost couldn't even tell them apart.