Quatern Poetry, Free Lines

Not This Song - In no way (Quatern Poetry)

In the evening the song waves start off to disappear
Really like white trees, when there is no a single their fall to hear.
Earth's shadow hides the moon, a harp with no strings.
Lasting enjoy shines on crazy engagement rings.
What does enjoy imply, when the elves come life to cheer?
In the evening the song waves start out to disappear,
And in the moonlight your feelings develop into blue.
The flowers cry for our time with tears of dew.
Bud butterflies turn out to be whispers in our dreams
To full our entwining in the life's streams.
In the evening, the song waves start off to disappear
On the moon, a double-which means pamphleteer.
The green knows that by way of the darkness shines the light.
And appreciate has sense, when the saints pray for the height.
And life blooms, when the God's angels hurry close to.
In the evening the song waves commence to disappear.

Cubic Words

There are hues of
blue embracing these of red
to vibrate in harmony.
There is a sense
of their movement above
the limits.
There is ceaselessly a feeling in the sense.
The feelings can be objects.
Conceivably, the points have a starting,
mainly because we think it,
and possibly
there is neither starting nor finish.
In the spring rain,
there are kissing statues.
In the lulled lodgings
emblazoned with
shadows of shabby objects
on the walls,
there are lonely people today
meditating about their life.
There is a measure of vulnerability
For all the things that is superior
and for the starving birds
in browsing for seeds everywhere
as for these cancerous youngsters
obtaining unimaginable pains,
nevertheless yearning to be cured not till practical experience.
In the coverings,
there are riders of the history
dressed in armor
to enter the mind's imagination and
all that is not the mind's imagination.
In the spring nights,
there is a moon getting a curtain
for the superior vaudeville
of the stars
formed from the other stars,
no two alike,
and getting
really like charming girls
wearing masks and
wide necklines, nor
enjoy these ballerinas that really like to costume
in lactate white to recommend
dandelions dancing to spread their seeds.
In the luxury shop windows,
there are gems browsing really like flowers
and flowers browsing really like gems.
In the Sisyphus dimension,
there are tired eyelids in abeyance.
Practically nothing bends from above, all the things falls down.
There are emerald northern lights.
In a puddle of sun,
There are emerald green, tattooed bodies
Dancing tango.
There are cubic dragons,
and there are issues that have been taken apart
to be place, then, back collectively in a incorrect order.
So, there is self-loathing,
and there are feelings of worthlessness
in a life spent earning filthy lucre.
There are resentments to destroy the lives.
There are the incorrect issues that fall apart and
the incorrect points that fall with each other with these that are correct.
There are words coming out in a incorrect comprehension
to be incorporated into poor memories.
There are wrongly imagined riders of the history.
Uprising dove feather and prying eyes
get at the which means of the truths in the uprights (there are numerous
truths left).
But there will Under no circumstances be...
Blue trees
And eternal corpses.