Eternal tourism

Snapshots of moments come and gone

[loomrobe]

I've known true peace

it is a room of people reading

silently

silently

.

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ENDLESS pleas ring within

by those sounds I

remember memories

glittering sweet

fanciful curves

eager gaze of blue

over light trill in voice

among benign slips of tongue

Mind you 'tis a dream now

a summit I'd like to touch

hoping to excite

together, together

in moments of swoons

what skin may be mine

is yours, ripe to heap

lifting more than spirit

as halves

aligned and bent

to rivet, combine

Dawn-come, hands clasped

traversing all of it

to an untold morning

hot off the presses

of lips on everything we've seen

.

[loomrobe]

An inconsistent life. That's what I love

Where plans change as desires update

When a new side of one's mind is found

When excitement shakes you so

It tells you where next to go

So you wrap up your project

Pack up your tools

To move on to the next best thing

.

[loomrobe]

Diligimus

I have loved, lost, and won. Partners and nests lovers in life shared Ones I would have wed called wife all prepared My loves, they left or perhaps I did to preserve the main core - our friendship That trust in a confidante that improbable spark we protect that familiar smile that we've cherished from the start

The reason we left away to other lands, beds are valid intelligent so human, heart-led When remembering my lover I don't grieve our end Our greatest success is to never miss the friend When we love, we win As long as we do .

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Mosaic

I've laid bricks my whole life. Rough and heavy yet near and dear. At last, my creation has a shape the modest outline of my imagination. This effort has been hard on me, pressure from within cracking my fingers' skin.

I hear my bones creak, feel my pipes burst. Had my veins been made of metal, not soft cells had my pump been powered by the sun, not its byproducts maybe I would have strength enough to finish this work. Though perhaps, were it so the work would mean less, in the end. A monk brews his tea with painstaking & blissful precision before stepping into the field, sitting under his chosen tree. A long moment of meditation that stretches from tea to tree. Preparation is key. Completion is not the lock. While one yearns, they ache. Hunger pains one and all. Satisfaction is also an ache. Completion is a pain so dull. I don't think my bricks will satisfy me, in the end. No. Yet I tiptoe around the notion. And go on with the effort. When a brick is laid I think for a moment: So far so good This far to go

In a still moment I distill the drops of sweat into an experience A moment of looking I give consent to a small moment of inaction - nothing moves. Then I lift my fingers, and carry on again Collecting beads of sweat for every brick I've laid down. I pour out my intent Set it between the bricks' seams and build this mosaic machine of me.

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Coffee

How strange, to have coffee-stained teeth in a world without coffee or tea These luxuries for the sick hearts are gone now A life of avarice has left behind nothing but a legacy of lasting thirst.

Clouds of vapor, of smell, fill the old field before you. An aisle of wilted leaves between sullied grains remind you of bread, a memory now older than mold. Fill your makeshift cart with blemished rye hoping to eat it until you may cry from hollow relief and dare dream of surviving the winter without fur, without hair.

With lips the colour and flavour of lye: ashen, salty, alkaline, sustenance has escaped you, left you for so long that your limbs shake rattling dried veins inside gummy muscles. From the bottom of what used to be a lake the jaw of a pike's skeleton, barely more barren than yours sings a grim song for all to see, and hear: A history spat through coffee-stained teeth, Scratched onto the ground with quill, in bile scraped onto the sky, the atmosphere itself as clouds of vapor, of smell. This book is far from over althought its language died long ago. Fossilized strings of neat little words, of glorified, zombified accomplishment.

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Photon

A photograph is made,

not just taken or printed.

We are not immaterial beings,

more like particles that observe particles.

Taking a moment is making a moment

as life is never blind to life.

When your turn to stand still comes,

Your picture taken, lending your frame to be framed

It is like filling your friend's bowl with rice or soup

They take you in, in your glorious friendliness

and the shared meal, a memory formed

will last longer than the light of today.

From wedding gown

to funeral dress

the observed moment becomes a bridge

when looking back

at the origins.

[loomrobe]

Verkko

Tämä rihma, verkko, tuo suojaa

kun moderni muovi vie turvaa

käännän vaakatasoon akkunan kahvan

tuon kotiini tuulen, ruskan, mahlan

.

[loomrobe]

Tattoo's pledge

Carry me where you go

I see everything

but weigh nothing

Art within you

brought without

I follow your vision

completely devout.

I guide your path

and remind you tenderly

of where home remains

wherever you stay

.

[loomrobe]

Recipe for sorrow

A sour head of salty tears bitter defeat cradled in sweet release astringent truths under brittle hope lack of character needy cope upset stomach under queasy heart one loss of self ripped apart served cold with wilted season-appropriate garnish .

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Ravers sitting on a dock dangling their legs flirting with the water

Their mischief is friendly like a consentingly stolen kiss a deviance so dear sacred & kind just like we were

all those times

.

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The soul, of aether

I melt into you

our oneness complete

and temporary

subject to fate's whim

.

neverlasting bonds

oh so vivid

and too lively

to rest

in

.

Must it be so that a soul

would stay restless

resting on condition

kept closed

behind partition, shielded

from the goals

and invitation

to join

shared life

.

The soul, of aether

immaterial and full

full enough

that to fit another

into the same space

is like a puzzle

made with grains of sand

numberless time

and two truths

.

[loomrobe]

Misty

Levitate a little longer the ground isn't ready Solemn, unserious like a sigh, a shroud Appear in front, or behind on all sides

remind the ones you love that you will never leave only disappear until

.

[loomrobe]

Kasvu

on niin ristiriidassa olemisen ja pysymisen kanssa.

Maasta loitompana, vuotta viisaampana kehomme tila, tuhottu tila

luodessa uutta hyljeksimme sitä hyvää toiminutta, kannatellutta, tervetullutta,

pian edesmennyttä

vanhaa .

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Symphony

There we have it. The symphony is finished.

All elegant elegies, rhythms of daily shared moments, soft murmurs of the brass, tickling moments of plucked strings, heaviness beset by quiet.... where we reimagine poets, dramaturges, tragedies of greek tradition, comedies of roman Britannia....

This dramatic piece must today cease for the two lovers, our hero plus heroine. Commoners by trade, yet royalty to the other, shall separate their kingdoms in the impactful - final - movement that closes a door, ends the page, strikes the final key which means it is time

for solos.

These swan songs, in the time being, will not stay tuned

.

[loomrobe]

We arrive from a generation between two eras. We who accelerate and transform at different paces, with differing values resulting in different outcomes in visions of different incomes, and ways of solving the problems those before us have had as constants.

I scratch my head when the ghosts of the past, like holograms imposed, seem to represent truths yet they're only echoes of previous

values

of unrevised expressions. Exorcisms considered, only recalculations deliver, and we avoid the errors that divide those like us who strive to add our meaning into wisdom

for the benefit of the set that happens to include

us

.

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Orbital

Billions of years ago this planet began rotation,

and you enter my sphere with immeasurable momentum.

Your radiant oceans soothe my rough surface

milky way lotion

setting in motion my foundations as I sense

one deeply physical notion:

My softest core, hot and dormant

now it wells and swells

in your pull, in your orbit

.