My Poetry Phantasmagoria:
How doth not talk o' blood spilled under thy bridge. Those o' polished Ray-Ban oculus, a telescope doth view through aspect o' dead cruor, doth loft a vast smoke necropolis.
For love, She doth appear seated atop ice & snow, long abandoned Her autumn crown.
'Tis dissimulation upon snow-covered toadstools & how caress extravagance, this opulence a ghostly winter metamorphosis.
For glacial wind rages mythical storm dragon mountains, century-old tales, shadows spread dark petals afore footsteps echoing o' thy scions perambulate as derelicts entwined such lavish ostentation o' dead epoch to clear sealed glass jars.
Sisters …let us rebox our nocturnal doves, uncloak our nefarious chimera portrayal, for 'tis time. Oh gentle silhouettes, 'tis scythed presently beyond juncture.
Now, hath all engraved eternity till doth a danse scorpions tattooed upon flesh. How libidinous, awaiting long-forgotten peek-a-boo-diabolism under fairy lights o' satellites veiled our deathly archetypes.
'Tis swords buried within each noble heritage, this venation cut o' caliginosity calling each o' our scars non-Aesculapian vehemence.
Ancient kin erstwhile held amongst fresh bracken & 'twas talk o' magic, o' thy ideographic script, o' a life where once held resemblance, doth sense & marked cut upon bone, dug a dark moist peat.
Thoust doth hold a tabula rasa, o' a world whence magic & true mystique offered cochineal hands, sorcery outstretched thy sky-ceiling stars.
Finally . . . Sisters 'twas rapture obfuscate, a wondrous coat of arms, Elysium heliocentric; all thy self-deprecating ghosts, ceremonious afore.
QT your 'Ulalume':
"It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.”
-Edgar Allan Poe, Ulalume (1847)
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It was a normal day nothing changed really except when she walked in the room everything changed.
Charming ~*
Thus the reality of intuitive
Disappointment can be taken rather dramatic and life long effects
Even still always two sides to a spinning coin, flipping heads or tails, be careful what you enthrall to risk.
Only the walls of the inside room can vouch what’s considered indescretion responsibily
Love is in the air. Literally, about 20 meters above the road. 🦕💚
Two giant sauropods kiss over the highway into Erenhot, Inner Mongolia, a town famous for its dinosaur fossils. Best welcome sign ever, if you ask me.
Would you drive under it?
@LancerFlying Telgu Cinema is to South what bhojpuri is of North.
Height of ugliness. In term of physical appearance and content they produce. I wonder how did you spend around a decade to that part of Endia?
@bob_tatham I actually want people to have long meaningful discussion over art but sadly they don't truly understand it, algorithm doesn't push it and few others write AI generated replies to run their accounts