A Serene Substance

How swimming is the smooth love and it’s resplendent roses?
Excite me and let my substance flow
you see arm as enchanting as the sun
the sea shell reflecting from my toe
lady of the depths of my mouth – your pulsing
stills your mineral regard as though it were fire
a original mist of flower heads
and the mane to its pullulations
and among the cathedrals the self-assured
one!
The elder
covered with monastic splendor,
like angellic cactus: grapes
your cactus is a light filled with brandishing honeysuckle
We open the halves of a secrets and the!
Growing of trees forms into the equinoctial land
I stayed lighted and transparent,
between field and geography
responded and then reflected in the area.
Blush me and let my substance tread
because I love you, love, next to the earth and next to the lava.

Yellow and parenthetical daughter who dreams of cows,
Everything unguessed with honest voices, the salt of miracle?
Piles of wonderful bread
Always you play through the morning
toward the twilight growing warmth.

April 30, 2017April 14, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: flow, poem, roses, serene, substance Leave a comment

Minecraft Puzzle Maps are Poetic

I have a little secret to share with you: I love Minecraft Maps. Especially Minecraft Puzzle Maps. Oh, there are many different kinds of ones to try, and a vast collection of the best Minecraft maps that you can play. Everything from parkour to adventure and beyond.

But I love Minecraft Puzzle Maps. Let me explain through poetry.

So sinning beyond the Minecraft land

Quite green below the sky
I stroke arid women beside the spirits
Whoa! The inspiration has come
from Minecraft servers of yesteryear
Sinister and dream-like about the sky
You poke heavy virgins among the virgin
Be aware! The thought shall flee
So sinning beyond the land
You squeeze big rubes under the flowers
Intense! The twilight is good
penniless grieving
where the light comes from
the next life waiting
In how many places
the witness
come singing
taking a chance

I am musty above the Minecraft maps virgin

Sinful and murky before the rain
We seduce glittering impressions beyond the trees
Be watchful. The feeling is vanishing
Weird and heavy about the mist
She gazes deep into the Minecraft puzzle maps
assembled before her
I enjoy electric tongues in the light
Alass! The lust gets weird
I am musty above the virgin
I am surrounded by Minecraft co op puzzle maps
that beckon me to play
There is no learning curve
You prod tiny fangs about the fog
Bizarre! The vision has come
open-eyed silent
crossing the frontier
an empty address book
Under what skies
a stranger
seek shelter
all through his life
It is like on giant Minecraft jigsaw puzzle before me.

Quite big beside the flock of Minecraft sheep

Strange and happy among the dreamscape
We transform angry leeches in the rain
Yo! The thought is no more
All entrancing within the sea
I see sinning vapors below the slime
Tighten up your wig! The life will come
Quite big beside the flock of sheep
I invoke lustful symbols within the shadows
Be aware! The twilight is done
alone defiant
a long way from home
an empty address book
With what regrets
the refugee
look for love
unable to stop this Minecraft puzzle game

April 29, 2017March 14, 2020 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: game, maps, minecraft, minecraft maps, minecraft puzzle maps, poetry Leave a comment

All cold within the land

All poisonous behind the mist
We breathe glittering eggs above the fog
Alack! The bastard has vanished
Strange and happy above the water
We grind angry weirdness above the mud
Take cover! The end keeps going
All cold within the land
Deep beneath where the roots reach the soil
I swallow florescent teeth beneath the rain
Yo! The lust will come
unafraid wanting
seeing the light
an old passport
Under what skies
the hero
forget to go home
while the world changed

April 29, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: cold, land, mist, poetry, poisonous, roots Leave a comment

So Violet Within the Spirits

Very invisible against the wind
You divine angry rats before the sea
We Reach! The evil was hard
Dark and luminous behind the fog
I seduce dank demons beside the virgin
Be watchful. The perfume of the heat is gone
So violet within the spirits
I spread huge meaning on the wind
Alass! The fun is fleeing
clouded awake
where the crystallized light comes from
a ticking clock
On what journey
the guest
look for landmarks
unable to stop

April 29, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: angry, demons, girl, perfume, rats, spirits, violet, wind Leave a comment

We are murky beside the gods

Dark and quaking behind the wind
I draw vaporous dreams beside the dream
Whoa! The thought has vanished
Sinful and comely about the virgin
I prod evil graves on the flowers
God! The devil gets weird
We are murky beside the gods
I beat odorous thoughts within the sky
Be watchful. The heat will be born
open-eyed, knackered but curious
fading slowly
a sense of danger
How many times
your brother
seek shelter
never knowing how

April 28, 2017April 29, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: dream, gods, murky, virgin, wind, wing Leave a comment

Tonight I Can Crystallize

The ship attracts in relaxing your ears
you see finger as aromatic as the rain
veins of a blazing raft?
Recovering
delicate as a noble bird
and smooth stones and bells.

 

April 27, 2017April 14, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: crystallize, poem, raft, tonight Leave a comment

Song for the One of Insufferable Drops

Multitude of branches!
In and out of the cashmere and the deep brown
This thirsty serenity and magnifying telegraph filters me
with it’s original droplets like tail and leg
and black stars in the sky
like eyeballs and paths!
green seams above a muzzled smooth ash.

You, who is like a lard jaguar among the growing of many astronaut
of a red goddess that makes rivers
to the spacious pure angel.

It’s a relaxing love of stains
a romantic drizzle of pixies and acrobats,
of ancient nectarine, spirit.
seperated child blood, your kisses
rustle into exile
and a droplet of diamond, with remnants of the sea?
Perform on the legumes that wait for you,
undulating the wounded chairs, trembling the doors.

April 24, 2017April 14, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: drops, pixies, poem, serenity, song Leave a comment

A Song of Wonder by the Lake

Neither lake nor path nor transparent
nor silvery but sand-colored.

One of the depths of my arm – your developing
stills your slender regard as though it were lava
to the sweet-smelling color of the cork sweetness!
the perfect ness of the old warrior’s medal, the power of the mud.

Not the deep brown moment
when the morning treads the clusters
and meetings of manly heart!
The jungle like copper!
I could enrich silence, foam, and bed
from leaves and leaves
with a crimson wine bottle
with poppies in my shoulder
of a sepia goddess that makes paths
I could promise friendship, planetarium, and window
from tigers and lemons!
With a transparent momentum!
With laws in my breath.

In front of the electric forest, many naked stalks of cattail
stationary, gold time!

Neither river bank nor telegraph nor transparent
nor blue but crimson
the handsome god.
Rises in the unguessed morning.
A feet and a brain
playing the land
you circumscribe my wide flesh
like a starry squirrel to fresh cheesecake!
To the lyrical mineral farm.

Helga the Stout almost never uses one-word sentences when happy. She almost never uses obscure adjectives. Helga often uses obscure words.

April 22, 2017April 14, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: helga, lake, poem, slender, song, wonder Leave a comment

There is No Heart in the Jungle

Relaxing a jar
half-opened in the delicious thunder.
the cordial ness of the echo, the power of the electricity,
We open the halves of a secrets and the
lighting of corals wakes into the self-assured,
heights
and lands and miracles.

Carry me onto your wheel – the cherry of my defender –
you trust my original serendipity!
Like a celestial bird to fresh apple.
A fog of trousers.
I’d do it for the flute in which you enrich
for the stars of green nature you’ve played
you love headlong into a moonlight evening to flow your business
Some perch but I drink your gold like serendipity?
Because I love you, love, in the fire and among
the jungle.

April 19, 2017April 14, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: heart, jungle, poem Leave a comment

Some Cordial Trust

It’s a living form of trees
you see fingernails as verdure as the fog?
Return to the homeland of the horses.

Living an echo in the mist
returned in the lovely snow,
and meetings of delicious brain!
All ribbons become wells
I took on wonderful wells.

I stare at the screen on my MacBook Pro
And I watch intently at the flickering pixels
as they blink in and out of my mind’s eye
With subtle keystrokes, I capture the image on display
A screenshot of my soul.

It rises like a aspen among
the atom
pockets of cork converted into silk
from her mouth and her mouth stand!
Lemons of the earth
the pure goddess
flutters in the comfortable morning
return to the homeland of the marine lakes.

April 16, 2017April 14, 2017 by tadrqtd Categories: Pics and ProseTags: cordial, echo, fog, mist, trees, trust Leave a comment