Psst, watch out [here I come] set in a new collection of bottled poems built by the neurons and electrons of the psychic sounds, fine merged in many curtains of stars created in the hours of dreams and painted with the sea's ink, also voted by sun in polls of the moon while our mind and soul perfume are mixing smiles for happiness is us in the New Year

take what's matter from technology; filters the feelings hidden in the psychic; exteriorize 'em in three-dimensional space; use even some choices, — phone a friend, fifty-fifty or ask the audience if somehow, distraught, you still don't know who sings, "dreaming of you"... —  without objections, accept the answer hashtagged at #NowPlaying,  The Coral

warm water, hot thoughts, on you, slipping in me, through me, slowly, soothing me for chasing any doubt, yours, — intrusive just to fix me up for any lust of any kind of longing to not become something banal but to promote new vogue of our love just because today is that lazy day  

hey, are you in the corridor of hope sniffing through the jelly-pudding, whipped cream, hot chocolate , and powder milk with each item instant? hey, I'm here, in the corridor of love wandering through the liquor of gods well held in the velvety sweet rainbows for the lips to be adorned in its aroma and who's the one who's gonna pay, you, sexy thing... with your miracles  

icicle in gallbladder panic in the spleen, pain in the thoughts, suspicion in the liver, character modified, a drug, the best hug, free come and get it, I feel you feel good, sweet cherry blues

i want you to know each day is profound, exactly as you left me, gone and howled till I've been light enough to fly into your mind, full of trouble and rituals for this incident to hap just by making me to fall… [in your love] i want you to know that anything you did and you do to me still shine on through forever as wherever you're kept to feel me in fondness of flowers with pigments of my sunrise, tamed to get lost in your eyes

here I go walking between the plural possessives of the paintings, sculptures, and music, evaluated through numbers at the power of words to express the feelings of your heart using any pastel thought, to satirize any xenophobe soul and also mediocrity of some who dared to shade somehow the beauty putting in light the [hate] what [they call it love] but no one has no idea, — I accept no compromise

same date, same month, same hour, different year exploring deeply the reflections of the story I am while other new chapters like many myriad others are waiting happily to be sublimely explored and invoked at the category of wonder with pleasure using some joyfulness & the visionary innocence of my spirit balanced delightfully at life's power in the abundance of love to my subtly delectation tchin-tchin à la ᵏᴼᵏᴼ🥂

honey on the lips, cheerfulness in the mind, soul full of colors, butterflies in the stomach, golden in your hands, amusement at each step, everything to be designed with happiness and wrapped in the magic of love, when you fulfill a wish 🎄

his lips narrate on her skin his metagalactic love, — a blue marvel love enlightened a loyal companion, — moon, — in all its stage and with any kind of imperfection and excellency her lips nonchalantly articulate tenderly, his name, — a name that invites you simultaneously to relax and manifest wildishly testing lustily the love's parade as is felt in their acute passion his lips and her lips scream love and express their longing without waiting for the morning lights, — their deifying's to live the moment

another morning, mourning yourself hidden in the sheets of my thoughts like a chameleon to invent others lovely future for us, zigzagging and alerted by every message appeared on your screen, with nothing from me another day for me with you as usually only in my dreams, — pretending happy hanging out with a lovely tea of jasmine in a metaphysical fiction, suggestively anticipating you'll know who knows you absorbs you setting you to take the hit