Entitlement of a conventional minded person...

The individual.
What a mark!
Wondering aloud.
No wondering allowed?
It wanders off...'

The secret in its' original context;
no less than a tragedy.

My dear sweet Tanya.

The sweet smell of the earth thickens;
a plot I created in this voice of mine.
That filled'.
Fills.
Filling my own self without air which
cannot escape!

What kind of knowledge is this:
not factual.

My - prestige. Is - pristine.

I pick up pieces of her
heart.
In winter months I count the
days down.
Day by day.

Pink snowflakes.

Reverse psychology.

And these clown shoes...

The ground swelling beneath my feet.
As I live to tell a lie -
that will surface.

An aimless perfume.

There's no danger -
in anger.

My guardian angel.

The travel arrangements;
are getting to be -
expensive.

Free of courtesy. . .

I won't ever
give
it
up.

Walking on air

I above...
the tight rope of emotions.
Thebreathing
angel.
The breathing-
heartbeat.

And this happiness eludes.

All of these ANGELS...
-in my head!
Short of breath?
Natercia.

Natercia my sweet godmother;
how I love you.
I do.
How I love - you.

Tricking the mind after chess-playing ...all day long'

And it was after I realized
that night
was falling faster then - ever.

Tanya and I were on a rollercoaster.

But in a room empty with crowded horses.

We made love there.

That it was fantastic is...
true.

Perhaps all the hyperbole of
Deus ex machina -
would only respond?!

I have no place for skills
only rules I've learned.

But Tanya - I know she loves me dearly.

And the effort I have to succeed in life/...
makes her my destiny.

And in a word,
the only name I speak of
when I think of her voice.

Is in heaven coming down to me from the sky.

Tanya - spells - her name.

"My name is Tanya, Marco."

I Wipe Her Tears Away.

If angels looked at me with such daring eyes
the world in my view
could only resemble how
beautiful god,
god had made "Tanya."

Only tears for a thought,
Marco thinks'
for a moment...
.

Tanya comforts me with her presence.

And heaven -yes

heaven.

Spells her name.

Doubling Down

Its' happened again!
This time its' been happening -
not only before I fall asleep.
Pain - agony.
This was needing to happen?

Although in reality color exists as not
-in dreams.

But only in dreams can the brain create freely;
openly.

The language is dead.
My god - language.

the sensitive dramaturgy

I've never looked beyond my means;
for shallow water.
I do consider the mind - no
wastefield of emotions.
I harbor.
And yet I will...
protect.
And yet I will
- shield.
And yet I will -
love.

For better or worse.

That nothing is unnecessarily happening!?

Amen.

Hours of my own disatisfying insanity -

I usually get this anxious and nervous.
But never have I thought about asking why.
Perhaps the only reason we're put here.
Is to realize why -
why we exist in this lifetime.
Ours.

a shorter breath of my commanding'

music in the background?
a poker table...
but I don't like poker.

where am i

what! what -
am i
looking at.

god / devil

A ring is on the table...

the devil - "they compromised your only son."
god - "yes, they sacrificed him"

choices. Choices.

...on the edge of neverland'

Its' been perfect.
- Everything.
Is perfect.

Deep sea diving...
in my head.

But Space angels?

Forgive me if I'm wrong.
But since when did god send us angels;
and lets be honest!

From where I take it.

There's a little bit of nothing left
in every lie/.

And the joke is on you.
Marco.

Hahahaha-
HAHAHAHA.

a brief encounter of the kind

I've never met a'
more
generous human being -
in my life.

-And I'll be happy to remain!

I haven't met a more
generous
human being
in my
life.

the contributing effects of a ineffective personality complex

I attribute my character to no lack of conflict.
But I am however....
quite the comedian.
Although nobody likes it.
That sense of comedy?
That doesn't make any sense!
( That it' did.)
That its' done.

But rare.

Rarely do I fail to recongnize the laughter-without.

And how unfunny I really am.

- Because the truth isn't left for what is / real.

What I see in pretending to be rational -
is quite not what I had in mind.

For this reason-
I know...
some are oblivious-
while others "attitude"
unaware.

Flying first class

This is my guilty pleasure...
getting so much closer.
That the sky is falling.

( It makes it -)

that you feel
...somewhere else.
A place that's -
that I feel.

But I run no risk!

Feeling bad about myself.

And christ.

I've become blind?
Haven't I.

Not if to be uninterested

Shakespeare-
you like me.
Suspended in laughter!
No doubt -that.
Instead you
-you
purge me.

You've been purged.

As to say: listening'
you were-
- impulsive.

Where are the

I have no memory of the event!
I have no memory...
But many thoughts of you?

Time - and again.

The truth turns into grains of painful-less suffering.

And the mind.

However, great things have yet not-
happ-ened.

Perhaps in another sweet moment'
thinking about how wise I am.

Bad intuition

In this context,
I feel...
I am spoiled.

Cross walking Panda's

The consequence -
of my skills . . .
that don't require
great meaning
I hit on my pillow-
rested is my head;
for the base
of ( -acting.)

Was ( it) nothing-
but then became something ...
like knowledge only ( factual.).

This-is '...the "source" of other walls.

Verse 1

Such candid moments.

If I weren't
-to make
any... false prediction?

( "At a time!" )

It wasn't here.

The TIME-
is nearing
my - ends.

Of motivation.

Though if love-
as in
a language.


Verse 2

My own.

"Tanya."

Tanya...

I say-
yes.

Yes my love.

I said this in
a language.

Yet my voice...
my voice.-
is all that's
needed
to comprehend.

And in everything found;
not in everything.
A dictionary of words?!


Verse 3

That no amount of direct
knowledge-
nor;
Knowledge in words.
( Founded in dictionary.
Or novel.)

Tanya - my love.
-My love...
may you hear me
speak only -
in words of love/
praise/
affection/
HUMILATED
and explosive dynamite.
My IMAGINATION! -wonders-
aloud!

To project-
my only image.


Verse 4

And Tanya -
on days like these. . .
somber- -I wake.

Let me remember
writing this /
these sweet words.

A love poem -
for you.

That sickness as in
health - my undying
love.

That only doves can endure:

I LOVE YOU, TANYA.
TANYA-
TANYA . . .
THAT MY EXPLOSIVE
IMAGINATION
directs
( . . .my memory ) for you
Tanya.


Verse 5

That no love is-
found incompleted.
That our love can-
surrender to us.

To us-
Tanya.

And - oh how! - that . . .
you Tanya;
your sweet name
is like a rose.

That the dictionary
cannot define . . .
but in only dreams.

Like only dreams
do - WORDS . . .
'DO' WORDS(.)

That words - only
may exist.

'TANYA'


Verse 6

Tanya -
upon. '

Upon which all words
do conceal
my true love.

My true image -
chanelling my true image of me.
. . .my true image.
of-
you
Tanya.

That the stars fill the night sky
might not shine;
and only do they gather
together in the heavens
because of
you
Tanya.


Verse 7

( That . . . - that your name. ) - Tanya

Changed everything . . .

re-arranged ( ( the dictionary ) )

re-affirmed ( ( my belief ) )

. . .

. . . only ( in-) to -
- be found
- FOUND -
in ( my-) dreaming.

In my dreams.

You, Tanya.

Take a trip- -
down this . . .
ISLE.

The isle of dreaming ;
things
- these
things
are inside.

That are-


Verse 8

within us.

Tanya - shall we
call the crib'
an island.

Of majesty-

truth and honor . . .
peacful tranquility
on a
sailboat . . .
of emotions.

Sailing- sailing-
/away.

Everything already has
Everything already-
has.
Changed.
. . .
Changed.
Again
-


Verse 9

This adaptation -
the truth ( . . .of words)
A weight- of
the world
entering a universe
on its own.

Tanya.


Changing - are we
( not?) ????

That the fact is
true.

Only you, Tanya.
Only you.

Can do this!!!



Verse 10

That all words

...

each and -
every.

A dream
is found.

We are running idle;
a candel lit flickers.

Brown sugar

I'm a powerful psychic
that converts...
-into many
too many.

And - chestnuts...
a chestnut falls!

CRASH.

As I lick you to pieces.

No- superficial apathy.

Pickles dipped I try with honey - there's plenty there are...

I do...
to verify this unwanted
Warning.

Thought I not?!

But in the bathing of champagne;
I sip on.

My rhetoric-reasoning. (the rheteroic of...)
The flavor of an "insensitive" human-being;
in the narrative/.
For reasoning ability:

Was I ever
-i
really?

Really. -
/

On the last line of each paragraph (.)

Each paragraph begins contextual.

In a sensual voice that whispers.
Whispering - voices.

The voice is -whispering!

Whisper-ing!

To surrender.

Tanya...
the context of a lover(s) -will.

The context of a bride.
In the context of love/ and ability.

My neurotic - sad eyes.

(( My eyes are sad no longer. ))

Mine are.

Enemy rock star

There's "non-threatening"
/hat/red.

This extension of
myself;

I've held-off.

The' where-
love fills-
my air,

This struggle;
my own suffering...
of a
high -
cabin fever.