QUOTE



Think without implying guilt
only then one cannot blame
neither self made by others
or the silly woken shame.

Read not through sorrow's lenses
and so shall all signs symbolize
sheer existence of private happiness
from no angle hatred can analyze.

Try to paint two different paintings
without knowing how to paint,
without need to feel painful
as ideas  words reason

and by doing it the one you paint
behind the eyelids will be the fact
of the one needing eyes open
and across the canvas it is thou only

as long as you have me thinking in colors
with no fear for all people
since philosophy has entity become
when people got addicted to sum

in periods of lasting dreamed by the dreams you dream
as we all ask ourselves am I the only one
like when you are the dream of your dreams
and every waking yawn is the only one.

Guess who's back and forward
answering retorts heard from no point!?
It is humanity you always have seen
traveling light so different than dream

and you wake up to greet so many
some any time to heal all of your scars
by smiling answering each a smile
for aliens rarely truly do lie

and although I recognize you in me
and the other way around mutual sight can see
that you are not methought in my mind's mine
but without two unity understands that

as need to become everything
without yearning by absence interpreted
of anything being only
and so all of us slightly divine

think others guilty of thinking of me
where the worlds are ruled by rules not yet defined
so spaces that don't meet
our times we let borders form.

Entrancing and orgasmic blinks
that make day and night the day
daydreaming for all days good night
for it takes a blind to see doors
mistook for brinks.

Do you start when reading ends
and is reality applauding it sarcasm the best
if you feel single frown too insecure…
Keep in mind that this before that

was and is standing as art
in universal circular circle
circumnavigate eye did any given point of reference
lost in finding time through switching places

we almost rarely call now
while trusting knowledge it equally
shares and contains always as usually
so we are still in numbers somehow.

Everything can change,
infact it is all every thing will always do
but can you make known strange
as each color any hue

with such novelty that blind can see
cosmical justice can harm us
but refrains from making us feel hurt
for this it (universe – world – word – any word)

knows nothing else but how to love us
crying through us for it is not always again?

(Forget me this right now said
- I am absolutely you
for getting me
- Fair tradedirty as clean
as clear
- so this instance you see silly stance in your e'e

between paradigms soft as measured
keeping the values safe out of mind
since single map takes a treasure
to keep dreaming of the flat eye

while in fact as light as round
eyes in sanity redefine the sane
by living what has never felt insane
before as well as after seeing and mirroring self

seeing the letters similar to these
- see to interpret me pretty please
only through prisms which make you look good
to bring massive joy to the weightless mood

and then do any other thing in mind
completely yours to humanity bound
keeping remembrance of the only thing
that always was and now is always all ways

as always; now I'll leave you to this poem
whose high hopes are still lower than the zones
between light, eye and eyes
yet lighter and darker than horizons known

between blinks thus dreamed possible attracted
through plural singularity  in it's own way
placed by art and science humanity
had fronting self only to say

- so, hallucination, tell me what that is
and beyond wordplay what realities are
compared to what fictions in what power of naught
- still movement - still moving
you always know how deeply I love you

to the point of two of us one
day form for we are the dream
of universal soul
as we tricky illusions are
to those who all cannot be
- yet all these waking yawns sound pleasantly unheard…)

Before this inner bordered poem
we asked ourselves truly touching question
sometimes the blind through music
cannot express without the attention.

In certainty I what is called all ways and always is
that one percent of chance open to anything happening
collecting self for getting others
standing under understanding

higher and lower and this much around
that it is known only by all
smiling as letter whilst sighing as sound
winning against self to redefine the goal

every waking now ending at the start
- dream we forgot
- dot depicting art
all across the system in the grain of sand
of durations to cover and last lasting to comprehend…

If anything is possible
then everything's possible
and possible is every thing
and come to think of it

I arrive into your thought
like ideal insanity
meaning everything else and repeating a lot
but every single time different in finity.

Infinity – big word – you would say
and „No thing is nothing
- lie so true but if all is one
what can we even say.?“

Go take your time and hear it
and clocks will handle your way
for getting timetravels – all along you
earlier than you believe.

But if you think news are only the latest
and feel you're the one and one will end
relive ideas and quote or unquote
„I don't believe in that.“
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Submitted by VinkoTerihaj on December 09, 2021

Modified on May 01, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme Text too long
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 5,288
Words 1,005
Stanzas 36
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 4, 4, 4, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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