Like warring mighty seas...
Colour in steal
Steed rolls on steed and shield on shield

Over the field doth fly
Earth smokes blood
groans shakes....
The heavens are shook with roaring war..

Ghosts accusing groan 

Gwin,

The languisd strings do sdarsely move
The sound is forc' d
The notes are few

You are in two frames
The earth  do scorn
The wild wind weep
If you are the sun

Sighing lovers
Innocent eyes do glance
Then you are 

j o c u n d
Means delighful
You are in paved heaven



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Forth from ages thick in mystery
Forty Augusts-aye, and several more ago...
Forty springs back i recall

Gone are the lovers
Hereto i view a voiceless ghost
I can't speak of love anymore....



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A day is drawing to its fall
A dream of mine flew
over the mead
A race with the sun as he downed

A small blind street
Off East commercial road

A spirit seems to pass
Looks down at me

I'm off to cities
far away....

Attentive eyes....
Among the dusky years....

Bury me on a Sunday
I don't have the right to be
tired....


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Α wrack
Ruin
Yclept
called weetless
blew, whiffled
whilom
once in the past

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Ogives
Gothic archs

Orts
Remnants
Ostent
Somethin' shown a
sign of wonder...

Parpends
Peristyles

Row of columns
surrounding the Temple
Privy purflings
Decorated borders
A quoin
external angle of wall
A cornerstone of Saturnals

We are umbraged
Shaded
Cast into shadow....



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Karoo land

Fain
Glad rejoicing...

Fantocine puppets
Fauss'bray
Artificial wall in front of main rampart

Een embrowned
Eyes darkened
Darklings

Moils, mollyish
monists
At any moment momentarily...

Celure
blue champaign charlock

Cheval- glass
hung in a frame...


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A picture drawn man came down from his frame

A maiden of mild wistful tone.....
a dark man in former time known
....so vaque, alone
moved me to tears
A man of much gloom
in the shade of the night.....

I act some drama obscure
Some dark doings each against each...
in my imagination...

That was a frame....


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THE GAP IN THE WHITE-JOHN BAKALIS

I minded not my lameness much

To shine at feats i did not long
nor to be at goal and touch
or at assaults to stand up strong.

Sometimes i would let be known
what the wish was...
to have next spring
a green linnet...

As i breath the cherished dream
by the radiance of the morn...

Let your aim be thwarted

I mind a fault of manner
Be i, be not i, sexless
As that freaks of my own framing

I shall remain unlisting

She looks down direly

And the avenue drips

She sheeds half crazed tears
shading to Jordan

But never an answer has she....
......far too grotesque....



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So i counted my springtime day's

Dream of futurity
Enringed with golden rays
Quite a summer surety
My trustful daring undoubt
Brought it about

Events all human wrought
Had look of divinity

What i foreframed in thought
Grew by force of affinity

Visions to verities came
Seen as the same

My years in trusting spent
Make to shape...



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INTERIOR DESIGN: Withdrawal of work

INTERIOR DESIGN: Withdrawal of work: is to mean withdrawal form communication... of any friends.... A lone visionary seer..... a personal mythic system... Dissimulation...

Seven summers old.

Laugh is natural to me
Ridicule is natural to all.

Like a dream did weave a shade.
On another's sorrow.

The god of war is drunk with blood
The earth doth faint and fail.
Ghosts glut the throat of hell...

So take war with a smile...

Τhe blue of the dark

an hour and midnight...

The suspects are waiting, the
return of the soldier.

All over are debris

but a chevice...
Red fond and her ring
and a painting in
bronge.

The message from within
in four eyes.....
A blended signature.

We don't have one life
but many.

I think words as sound and music
Those are words....

Blue in the sun

Saturated blue
Saved to disc

Slang of the PC world
our inverted reality

Swift of channels

I see that
i can do a nice verse
just with couple of
the montage words...

The dark side of an angel

on a wall
A painting...

This is disharmony
Like the terror in her eyes


Life is plastic
Roads of life are plastic...
We poster anything
with selected sides of aspects...

Slashes in the neck

We put angels not in prisons of our imagination
but in real such places....