Heart brick out : ends poetry month

I have thusly so, pronounced myself in recent,
that I live as an exposed vagrant of the heart,
to even believe for a moment
that I endeavour towards love,
as a plausible, is a dark cruel joke,
I prefer to disinherit.



love-no-sonata#559

Poem: Suppressa

Wonderin on, the further tripping on,
a wedding on the read
that's all. a blink out on yahoo,
and i was gone,

as a have-to, hidden away too long,
kinda in trouble, in disaquainting
with outspeaked spoken
on the topic of notorious devotions.

suppressa lived on,
regulatum, touched with
a hindrance on the self.

habit in, after a while,
lifes food,
a little less
from rejectives mess,
descriptive on the time to time,
possibly depressed,

knownin reasons no-no fixia
plenty gathers there to his nest.

notta missa notta loss
just another,
pauses on the gots.

hides it pretty well
sordids of romantic swell

interrupta on the since its been,
the after years, of way back then.

say it...
you love it
dont you
the perdiculeum of no
the at the ready
that's a continuum, never go.

fourty seven on the years in
chance, disquiets sounds to tin,
calendars disrealia.
forbading octobers
overspend in.

Poetry: Indianic Tycoon

what-ifs and he went... where to?

for years and years, queried through,
far to distant peaks
non-plundered in seek,
awaying thoughts of easier sunders,
and the others of meek.

high, high-up climbing, breathing air
wet humid instacias wealth in felt,
sumetric approaches
why in reason was, i ruining my health,

work
fetished in coric state
ramping a return in, borrowing anothers
well known of before fate.
meeting in with their hi,
the next scheduled gravian date.

thinnic shelters,
of mindnesses keep,
regrettable foragers, 
quailing-into known-of distances away,
not a heaven always,
painted-in as their runaway.

pay for it,
mr. cashed-in flash,
looks to have stopped there,

sweetsie auntie? phonemania,
westernia unionatica...
no, nowhere,

didnt mean to dredge you out that low,
there was supposed to be something available,
youre remembered,  
cash aquainted regular with us
connectivity there,
thats whats holds persons thus,
even though youre gone,
experiencing philos of be,
roaming indiaticas hills
hearing befores never knowns
under satiations trees.

selling herbals?
goic insoons!
isnt that better than sandalian vinagaroons?

jesus fricken christ thats the wrong religion,
hesensia vidals sassoon,

they just dont get it,
its not about the rack and pinion
its else without the where,
the place discaptured,
the place of the non-found there.

Poetry: Grapes on the Gripe

I don't think your gonna gripe the grapez outta me,
drop for drop what did you want,

blood of a sainted love on the spell,
one to mimic again on the tell,
-that love-....
was a copy to repeat into again
that we could salvage the world... again and again,

no, it doesn-t work that way
only the acids that forever and kill
are here in me forever still.

Poetry: Disenchantra

Loves' shading
into worries of woes' fence,

in recalls
to before's' past-tense,

dire disopulence,

loves' shading
into worries of woes' fence,

a return straight to you,
a longeve, in lifetimes' through,

*disclaimia, in proposals brew.
cauldron black and agated
overtelling, reckons of looks like you.

Poetry: Perpetual Proposal

To the windows past,
in contemplative,
I guess I say thank you
perpetual proposal to re-again,
love with a little extra,
available on,
the never overspend.

sometimes,
an odd photo takes
as a look of you
real time wants,
same in the similar,

surprised shoppings
in its walk there'on,
talk about a love supply,
that never stops
to tighten on. 

eyes in which colorae
I don't remember,

I didn't write a good program,
over-consumed loves gone, 
bright eyes reactive-turned-on,
returns into that indulgent
swamoufic song,

sang it,
radio played it,
wore it in my head,
turn around bright eyes,
ridicules tears
nows of returnery,
feeled in to be rained-in as lead,

trans-humanism orders insults
from flash-dances maneater-only
as the in code,
until I"m read, its fed,
and I'm completely dead,
no cryin there,
splishy splashy moviae,
optimism lives,
correct types, words on the say,
put and place around
and witchy again for a few, every day.

I loved that little restaurant also,
but who is it for, who can eat there
at romances shut door.

jading out,
survives occasions
raindrops on the fess through.
burrs to cold,
what level below are you?,
my level is under,
temperatured-on overcrisp,
laitatue, lettuce
before, its frosted mist.
 
good luck tryin to re-be
too many them's online,
'as to be you
splainaway extra trust
on the you tree,
recognition on the only,
is it impossible to return thru
almost 30 yrs,
what the hell am I trying to do.

why thinking on,
less weighted in extra
about you.

sex again,
thoughts linger'ie' on,
don't you have a cousin
or a fricken friend or two.
who is she? the one writing this?

guess your online anyway,
glad you learned how,
if you freak out.
there's a woman named
pushna guitars.


as I talk on to you,
plethering your plenty,
gasp it out to another,
and then on it goes with them,

back around to see each-other...
in this gift out, wake up,
those warmths on the spend
undue into other,
that residue,
wrap haste in autumns take,
togetherness and contented
though lookin alone,
sumate,
calm energies equate,

fightin here as man and woman,
wanting another destined fate,
it drone cusses,  it's too late.
constant equi on the librium tale
sweet and all, houses love tender,
quippin in 'now', or returns to zender.

a dream snatched,
to stop it there,
in the live-in,
the no-outakes.

fun for a while,
to live in it,
possible entrances
the thru back to times wall,
agonies remove
this heartens warmer plausae,
why cant i accept out,
out of subsiding
subsiding on the into
accomplish of capture
of the un-rude,
it is a tempter,
provoking a live-in
as the life swell,
possible itself,
suckers-in destiny to a fated tell.

give up, decommission and isolate.

I then speak only a few words,
in recommission,
struum thought collections on the thru.

we're talkin the hope remove.
--------------

back into romance
and starting from there,
as possible
re-gives into lifes dream tale,
bequests a fortune,
away from disinherited occupancies,
occupancies of belittled guilts and persuasions
away from edglings on discover?
over-binding her into condemnations
of true love never.

too much with one word, fortune,
blingin' the eyes, so I forfeit.

how can she escape those forfeits,
accept the money, the cars,
around the others spouting,
"it's a no-attainment dream",
too rich, a practical cyanide,
taunting dreams to call,
disparity rules and equalities fall,
someone has to smart them all.

and then there's her internals,
viced by only her, inner excesses over-brutal.
especially on, that last up rule, on disparities call.

Poetry: The Reliables

Getting real,

To stop that event of
...buildup of sadnesses and despairs  
tidbits on the take,
webfishy schools rounding
the circumfria tank.

Roam next lifes gathered
particle agreements,
away from the recurrent
displeasuring of this embodied state.
rock dust, long time exist,
loves the entertain.,

Why dalliance with,
or engage wonder into
the recognisance
of a need to suspend oneself
in any understanding of this lifes'
realisms with another,
 
When in accountabilities reason,
air and gathered organitives
pundicate eclectisities reliable.

Poetry: Reasons into the Why

Side notes,
Mrs Professa states in triplicae;

Limits on display...
societal rainfall on limitae...
boundries spectation,
good woman on the classae
not perservating
easy woman,
overheld that way,
supposed says
respecta into the out,
no more over-provokae
allowed today,
gettin into the why,
why,
the choice of
weddings high.

Teargas on squares round
decherished friendship
sent into a sail away
onto safety found, 
greenaholic demilitant clown
dressin in the unnew armic gown,
profiled drastica,
dancin in on studios,
brick and tiled,
tramin in,
on the trollies side
wanted next to
a seat next to
ridiculous 'sumptions
ridiculous 'sumptions into abide.
on the all of sudden
no more decide.

Sadalia a little on the bit
love groupas living on no commit,
guess the time subsquanked.
deferring rations out
into the corporate tank.

Even then though,
I still woulda lived
in the hold out
of that time
upted into the fresh ago.

Other scaries on the
rendered into,
normals jabbin
as needles drail on
oppressionship
sighten into
a new distinctuaire,
its only loves dance there.
its only loves dance there.
write off those
other loves as a gone away,
a never remembered
a completely forgot
"This is not a happy
remembrance moment
of forget me nots."

Stated in the true
some dudes other,
we have to lose,
"let the woman
be the decider of who."

Rulian into ballet,
keep selling it,
its the only
be in love way.

Reglamenta obulatum
zuri on the zura
judicias cantonia
obulatum tutus gown,
fra sumpetueta
spent into
alreadies frown.

------------
**Limits-in, not the first time, feeling as a cruel combine;
routines gathered without choices, expressing as, n=o free wyill.

Poetry: Ego Reactives

~Ego

Waking to words, over-expressing their egos.
--------------------------------------
De-expressionism even works as a stalemate self, as a have to.
rendering the ego, and its awaited response,
to any swirl of injective talk space.

Rejection cycling through,
hits and barrages and fire
that storm my person,
as the enemy only in exist.

Ego - Reactives;

Personality put outs,
overextravaganized
recalls to the self.

Regretted out almost in instant,
capture those what happened outputs
and place each one softly onto that shelf.

Saddened in their despairs,
accrue on,
as represented selfs reaction,
reacted to living in its precedent form,
that actualizes into nothing
aside from the austerities of regret.

I think i saw you,
but disappeared within,
as shy covets its endurance
upon its shelf.

Poetry: Boudourian Pits

Positioning,

Dance is lonely and isolatory
why would she take that version over you,

She has her clinches on,
without the adamations of clenchory sheets,
I did try it a few times,
in humouric form, that attraction,
the requires of
beautiful nail drops held tight,
diverting worries distortic intrude
to their possibles of disconnect.

It does enjoy,
within the emplentitudes of disreason,
gravates further into orgamsus give,
yet curses exteriorate
into a disrupt of plaguery intrusions,
aisde from disconnect,
the pose of else.
a movied introductive order.

The anarchal disenchants
of spectored enhancements,
hence into fine linery,
undulating its return out,
and into out.

Presumptively,
training videos do help women,
and omg what happened before?

Tapping into the tantalize,

In experienca,
voyeurism predominates, early on,
liquor stores unblocked magazines,
a gift to the curiousities,
non-council.

What happened before?
sparce creatas?
paintings helped.

What happened before?
the real before,
its not there on petroglyphs,
unless explained else,

Certain tribes, with tribal rituals
finessing its pleasuric deities.

An odd miss in the now,
from those resplendent introductives
of womanhood into the captivation
of disheediant temptations. 

and later, east and west,
kinda like it tastes or feels good,
so, it got painted, into advertise.

Which disengage,
as respects to female ordainment,
tend to run into a jealous keep
of tribal questioning.

Not sure iIm understood.
who is that b^*()h now?
underplates in easy.

As energy gazes upon in-retrospect,
the haunts of boudoir retaliate again.

Poetry: A Chorus Line

New york beckons.....
a summer with chorus line tickets,
light on the over,
the over-foyae,
accounts of her new,
cigaretted fetish,
learned in recent days,

Bright, under-sexes possibles of momentae,
it was on the stage only that day.

Expenses on the pay-out rant through,
does the virgin have to?

Jazz, some of them do sump-in without a spaz.
eclectia bright, away from all that jazz, critquia spite,
call it back to bun-head, too uptight,
but, its such a lie on me,

Diversions all-around,
aspiring to be sex free,
in the summer of 83,

and the bring goes on,
time to trash,
as the garbage strikes' on,
spired heaps intensiating initiae,
demands to a virgin,
a virgin into cancellae,
rancidia reeked on,
the thought of get
New York there,
was wrong.

Why am I so truthful,
to the lead on,

Now, I'm a sexed-in wimp,
fearing to overshow that display,

Where was I, waking into, the variations.
they can be entertaining,
where was i,
living in the was when,

This one is too old, this one is too romantic,
this one's a porno poet, and they go on and on.

Even exageratum recalls
into happiness thinking back that way.
no, I don't think so,
I was the only naked
swinging out of a window that high.
2 or 3 levels, don't do it, please don't try.

Not sure on detailing all the where's,
sometimes it became a quest,
a character role
to avoid the bathrooms rest,

Near a forest on the echo,
a castle calls
its afore hards of yet,
stairs into experience,
as a knowing
henced into met,

Island only there in boat-of-row
as river quiets and fades into a know,
poison sumac glazed in summers glow,
nakeds innocent plundacious
within leafs delerious and redaeshious,
golden grailed forested light,
calls into a kink, a-have-to
of being tied up that night.

Grodes of grodacia
swoonic heat
caves of cavacia,
grime'ing into afternoons
non-interuptus,
away from meanders greets. 


Dropsheeted to canvas vote-in
greys political concrete
of remember then.



All the housery
locations on recall
saddens to the list,
another house space,
adorning domestias enchantric race,
"Beloved, home sweet home"
I really loved it here,
saying to the realtors,
While selling the place. 

Reminisces time into a reminisce,
when trash was heaped up so tall.
a very unbrave there,
I was not a get,
still living in 'yet'. that's all.

Pianos calling Liberachi
time to grave-fright them out,
"This is a bus tour inside room,
always on a walkabout.
invisiated unfuns,
ghosted into gloom.
populated world,
seems to be their rooms."

"It was an isolated expensia",
who knew..., localian limits,
"Only blue lagoons".

-------------

Poetry: Before

Before the phone call
re-embellishes der kleidungs she
of klimptic cape,

Read back its there,
streams of words on blogs there.

Attempts the strain
to go on anyway,
and lap up
this endurant game
of love,
love in a possible play.

Do not excite,
panging hearts into overbright.

Poetry: The Phone Call

"Danced away disconnections gone".,
handed out on the to
from the other side
thanks to the up
and down crew,

Rings out, on the tonae
holdoutive,
expelling calls away,
never, as the leaves grew,
never, never was the true,
dipp'in in,
dipp'in into pausae,
sorta gave up
on calls in those days,
eight years on the go by,
and taturshka baburshka
calls thru,
'fessin to his love again,
returning to his
love-again store

Til eruptia disroars
the guinea piglas died
only a few weeks before

On the pounce out
love again on the thru
strictin-into awesome,
awesome shock
to voice hear you two,

Fire yet again,
torches thru
instania divulge,
I'm getting *married.",

With options,
options of any hue.
getting married
any dress, even blue,

Distia, distia clique,
the phone call ends
states it out
theyve gone away

Wondering in, 
little sweeta cartooniaes,
questing out
on the call that day,
naughted on the into
only a shellfish,
ghostin thru.

Cartoonia gone
despairing on
hatin insta,
in follow thru
trapes in  on
into the trapez
away from cartoonia
drollian bees of ceaze the day,
missin out
space thoughts rebound
decoring meccas
lost and found,

Sting on spendation
dreamic illusivations,
drollian she
abound in writtenry,
tamed into
dictas society
no fire, no free,
cloud away,
theres no free
with her bee,

Regrets to the hard hit
on the sendae,
during and after
phone-callia way, 
undeserving,
grandin into battement,
high in the pinnacle,
over-heightened in done,
smushing deflate,
tender hearted egos
need-int hesitate
innocentaes keep that
continue on
nude in away
from her dates
un-fond play,

A breath held too long,
no choice,
she had constrictas on,

Accepted love
on the sudden
with differences on,
accelerate away
little shellfishy
swim away
and be gone.

------------

Poetry: Surlies of Repenta & Wine Review: "Le Bosquet"

The Surlies of Repenta in Request,
why aren't you living like the rest?

Spent into loves regress,
waking out and into
its cruel news fest.

Pretty word, love,
then it meant into another,
locked out of being in-love,
just like some others.

Even jealous bells hides away,
talk of love is too dangerous,
to even say,
years and years of living
without true loves way.

the surlies of repenta demand,
only poetry. only poetry.



************
Wine Ratings
* - ** - ***
************
label;  Le Bosquet
           Merlot
year;   2012
ratings;  **

"Preferably heated with fruit."

Poetry: Fishy High with a Wine Review: "Chateau Saint Genes"

What fish are you?
Toxic and poisonae,
fat and then thin,
in extraordinae,
no, they're too spiked out,
and always get their way.

Is there a purple one?
way too solid in colorae.

Kissy kissies, share and don't run away,
no love birds for you either,
keep writing the list.

Animals: the most uncomfortable with.

Then, the chocolates,
hearts crammed gross
insides extra dyed into sick.


Sounds corny, "remember me?"
did you really want to call
and be romance on the free?
It's not free, it's not free,
it's never ever, never ever,
gonna be.

How much, how much,
is it gonna cost me.
it's convenient to
remember you're
married me.


************
Wine Ratings
* - ** - ***

************
label;  Chateau Saint Genes
           Bernard Magrez
year;   2011
ratings;  ***

"Quiet humorous, bordeaux, not too tarty."

Poetry: Little Sheep, little sheep

What does sex buy?
getting confused...
tallying into, the land that I lose.
heavy isn't it, quarters?
It was the music, I never knew.
couldn't even recognize,
the arbitraire in lyrics
smattering in titles,
completely unknown,

Little Sheep, little sheep,
what wolf are you?
imagine the outfit, so woolly too.

On all day,
constructs visit whats out,
go on and part with it,
he doesnt love you anyway,
he's just a guy,
we all want the same,
let your little sheeps out.

I kinda hate the crowd,
yopp'in at a woman, in quiets' loud.
--------





How come the dancing men
entertain in groups?
seems strange an odd re-use.

Luckily we can write about butterflies also.
along comes natures lepidoptera on the free,
a real butterfly, a real papillion,
flitting on the flirtae,
flowers and bees.

Poetry: Arizona

Emptying into time-spans' other,
places lived unfound,
why the leaps away, compendium
thoughts chasing after me,

the love pull is trying to get me.

a few drips on the draw
with the aggressions of law

Indulgers quest deeper to
gossip spire entrapment fears in me.

Drop the pull and runaway.
it gets heavy when I overstay.

Days of invite,
why did you move around so much?
someone near, replies in place.

I get to keep the pull,
no ''lay off', or 'get out of my space'
hears on the real.

Arizona, implosion loud.
the 'someones after me'
rewakes to them again.

Thoughts direct without a querie,
it was a gun from a distant snipe plank.

Hours before unconscious at my door
fooled into water games
drowned into nessies quiet,
to feel now it should have been more.
it was safer there. an accepted new,
I was happy then, for a few.

Hello life, onboard. slow to greet out.
finding  controversial all over again,
why couldnt it be another when.

Smile, its all right, hours later,
remeets warnings tight.

Who is after me.
I dont like it there,
lucky dances elsewhere
another escape to see.

Interrogation chrono lives on,
out out out of there.
deserts in unluck found there.

Dry space so shallow,
exposure,
sent under again
for a wishing few.

Lake on return rushes in,
God I love you, lake waters,
in that remember when.
the 'it's over' place.
it wasn't a bad place
it wasn't crowded,
soloist that day, in the real,
friends forever, lake waters I find there.
death they call it, in a feared-on fashion,
what to wear, became the place there.

Get out of that "there",
they have planes away to spare.
glimpse'in in,
ocean temps to love me in,
...only an extra, nothing special
another onboard, not a fascinae,
not a kept place I hearten in, 
remember when, back then,
lake waters found again
kept place I hearten in
under under as nessie
that under is peace again.
runnin shallows to the end.

The others sure are light,
to my darked day felt as night.

He is extending my ego
the want in the possibles
with him, are still living on.

Aggrevations redawn,
how to quib those,
the egos quibbin' out,

I thought the deal was done,
I found a new one, no drapsin' on, the end,
found a new love to be in,
waters rewake from the hits iItake. 

Shes a death-love seeker,
doesn't hurt, there,
in that then,
the then back there, 
dissapointed wake, 
not to be as 'nessians fate, 
waking to the not's again,
before tangled hair reminisces
its inheritance date.

He's not here,
another rewake, his jilt on,
wearin a fresh jilt on.

They continue with the strum,
go for that one,
the lakeboat man?
Seemed to know of that underground, also.
perhaps he's a sated player
to incaptivate quitations,

Breath exists into overturned plaisae.
hurry, remember your name.
why dont you fuck off, I secretly say.

"You all' are jumpy,
death talk that way.
Death,  runs in and spikes you out.
run away, run away, go shop
and pretend to play.

Near death, as death livin-in,
kinda blitzes out for a while
again,

Gotta a new lover,
grim actin' as 'nessie, 
love with the always-on phone,
I can call there anytime
and rehome.

I dunno,
sometimes I feel silly writing poems.

Poetry: Consolidae Forever into "Separae"

Consolidae and its "forever separae"

Reasoning's forest
in the after-land falling into its fronds,

Running into worries of the long duree
twined with headies quiet,
escaping sky's heavily clouded speedway.

Escapia, into a capture,
when she's so young from all the rest?

Chained-in to this puffy palace?
Time to disquiet this partied fest.
But she's under captivations spell,
love's pull, still slows her into his capture!

High flying balloon fortunae,
Escapia finds escapes higher in other ways.
Did she fall from the love's sky?

The grub of love, still loves it's dis-acquaint,
Not the eat's of fresh new tarted treats,
a present wrapped and ready, he's in-love with her.
Anniverseries, planned heavily into the "gold" of futures keep,

Balloon escapia fortunae,
discovered escapes the clouds higher, into further and far away.
High, a vast distance from create,
tired of his grounding, of life's old 50 yr contemplate.

Balloon Rapidia Escapia Fortunae,
she raced away from his easy re-song,
his clouds were too close
and his clouds were too tight.

Perched on his cloud, he still waits,
then suddenly, escapia falls down to earth,
in the look for repairs,
no longer a high flying ballon from the skies from there.

To the death, to the end-keep with you?
His dreams vanish, only the clouds to hold him high.
He could color-on again, and seek to brighten another,
or return like her, uncharmed and spent,
back to the cold of another dawn,
Tufted forest of fronds again.

Shamanista balloons trying to enlighten day?
play in lighter shallows.
Shame on you, filling rainbows with doubt,
Rainbows ruin bringing too many gold aquaintances out.
It's "forever into separae."

Ballons, grounded forever, into separae.
Consolidations of play,
Escapia says, "forever into separae.
I'll never really leave you then, not in that way. we will be forever into separae".

Poetry: Peacock, a fan with a tail : begins a poetry month

as words order man, 

woman hesitates her tongue.

 

                                        

what a drag,

swept in 

at clovers get.

further to the far 

crimsons undiscovered

aways feathered as a pet.