Spring Awakening

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The beginning

Of the end

Nothing more than bits and pieces

Of our wounded star

Ready to explode, ejaculating truths, dressed as lies

Forcibly, violently, nurturing the kingdom

Of our wounded words.

 

Thunderous silence

Break the prison’s chains

A circus performance of an African elephant

Causing asphyxiation to the eye

Witnessing

Nothing more than bits and pieces.

 

Spring blossoming through a Polaroid

A flower vomits

Blue and yellow seeds. Red and pink petals

Adding color filters on black and white photography

The nectar

Of our wounded thoughts

Quench the thirst of

Nothing more than bits and pieces.

 

Deep into the sunny, glowing, ocean bottom of the heart

Corals, seashells, starfish and hippocampus

Swimming, enriching, building up

Waves

Penetrating the throat,

Breaking on the deserted beach of the lips

Eternal, restless, heartbeat of the sea

A salty goodnight kiss

Comforting our wounded sailboat

Nothing more than bits and pieces.

 

Rhythm and Time

Can only be defined by Sun

Oh Sunlight

Beautiful dynamics

Beautiful strength

Healing our wounded skin

Creeping in the dark Carcinoma of internal horizon

A boundary within a boundary

Giving birth to Light

 

The undercover agent can, no longer, hide

Spitting out, information, impressions and reports

Nothing more than bits and pieces of

Enchanting, euphoric, symbiotic

Beginnings

Of an end.

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12 thoughts on “Spring Awakening

      1. Yes, it is a very inspiring song! The illustration of mountains gang remainds me a full of jungel band:) like the Milky chance_Flashed junk mind

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  1. “A salty goodnight kiss
    Comforting our wounded sailboat
    Nothing more than bits and pieces.” These are a marvelous lines; you can feel the rocking of our cradle/boat.

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    1. i picture our sailboat wooden,with a few cracks, yet constructed by hand, painted with earthly colors, sailing in a serene and infinite ocean. a salty goodnight kiss on the forehead offers a soft and tender breeze for the boat to be able to sail, under moonlight.thank you Sunshine, give my love to your Claudio as well!

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      1. Right here. Right now. Right here. Right now. Etc.

        All is, thank you, Bobro. I’m cooking something up in my alchemical laboratory.

        Meantime, I’m loving:

        “ejaculating truths”

        vomiting flowers

        spittings-out

        and

        salty goodnight kisses (salty not only from sweat)

        I agree with and heartily condone all of the above.

        Keep it . . . up.

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