To Autumn (if Deceived)

Sometimes daylight is in Autumn's pocket.

Baby orange, with a minimum glare.

Autumn shared so many stories that boosted the sun to crush.

Oh, in a rocket,

------Autumn thinks------

towards inspiring outer space

There were no proportions between the condensed smoke,

Down-to-earth

A red-colored farm.

Afterwards (overwhelmed) I leave misery behind.

I close Autumn's journal.

I hide inside a wagon, between pieces of carbon, towards Russia.

Silver and Green

Silver and green to deck the halls.

Every once in a while our world ends with silver toppings.

Sympathy for those nights,

Plastic toys from the 90's,

placed upon Cruella deVil's fur.

Night, New York, red strobe lights.

Deep inside you, like a light there is warm frosting.

Better days if you're around
Better days if you're not

Here Christmas is colored red, dark green and violet,

never against my soul but in support of.

I don't know
(from where you stand)

if there's any hope left in your heart

although your blood is warm, oh well.

Silver and green to deck the halls.

Every once in a while our world ends with the dismay of our hearts

You may dismay,

you may dismay

for an end

as my heart dismays in spite of memories

that want to be
risen

again

and cannot.

Silver, and green.

Deck the halls.

Frozen

(spirit)

Coughs and faints on the snowy grass, twice.

Wonderseed

Balmy.

Something bites from the tree,

love in my heart or sadness from the magic,
Despite what moves within you

Bewitness
love crawling with the power of serpents.

"Deep sadness watered in magic?"

Wonderseed.

To want a rescue and relay in the nectar.

Wonderseed, as a lie.

Yellow corn, sunflowers.

A field: life.

Svetlana's Second Intentions.

Blunt I'm being.
Svetlana shouts: "I want all and then some."
Don't we all?
Wait your turn.

Somehow I stay calm as a child, Noah.
Graceful and native.
More or less.
Eaten,
and I swim
deep inside an empty well, hollow.

But a story that is not about Svetlana isn't truly a story.

Eastern Harmony For Rosemary

Rosemary, wonderfuly painted.
Very.

Big and warm, wrapped inside a rose.
Never hollow,
graceful and delicious.

Rosemary, who was traded and eaten with a cabaret heart.
Very red.

Don't forget, Rose, above you there is a sky.
Night (if young) will provide us signs of flavors:

peach trees,

lemon love.

And a purple demon.


Unfortunately you don't choose in this game.
Time does.

Alabama's Greatness: Indoors

Warm-given sheets and your bed,
like honey from a dragon.

Magic? If in the woods I don't feel it but I want it.
I was tired outside Alabama.

Many prefer the cold.

But I'm here with sand.
Somehow summer,
somewhat dry.

If you sail abroad, will the sky miss the sun?
Don't.

I was given wood to build the sky.
That's as if I'm walking upon fire.

Heavens

"Exactly," I said.
"The things I taught you, heaven,
have come back again to haunt me."

"There is substance in you, still."

Why again, on your face.
And yes, I know you.

More than betrayal, desire.
But you don't seem to face the sun these days.