EXPLORATION OF THE BLUE

The exploration of the green in your eyes,

Deep as much as them,

In a sphere as azure as them
Failing to create a forest
With the breasts full of leaves gonna suckle the world,

For ignoring the singularity of being dissafiliated from the soil,

By reclining to the shade of a unshaved tree
Igniting the most early weaned leaf that ever fresh
With guning down the ranks of ants,

And in the darkness of your eye pupils
Overflow with sorrow, desperation and lament from the eyes damped
With the winds that accompanied to the air rising from the holes of
The flageolet that plays
The most placid victory song of the universe
that telling the good news of their salvation from the sheepherd
To the lambs that lost their mothers.

Signalisation

The mass which our fins push became collective by creating waves
One among us slipps off through stealthily
Gawping we.
Bashes with tail, grabs the bait
Signalisation invalid,we are claping the parade of the big fishes.

We are falling into the net with the abstracted fishes upon
Ascending above thew water remediless,
Have our gills
open
have them shut we.
Left behind colourful and trademarked cans.

Line upping hind of some of them unconsciously
In pursuit of speedy small one
flapping phosphored wings we.
Signalisation,yellow-red-geen, purchasing turn from the queue of death.

Abouth Harmony In Poetry

Waves of the sea bounce ahead
Deepened the sea.
When the waves bounces to fore to rear,
Deepening smoothly.

The seas were always deep
And already deepen all the time,
We are pulled down by
The time get drunk with harmony.

The Dog

With his cotage, his collar and with his hatred to everyting which seemed strange, it was a dog. There was no importance of what other animals living in the street eat, it grows as good as the quantity of its masters belongings to protect. It imagines all the protectings as belonged with a warped perception. Anyway it has have to belong something to bark; were not the garden, the hut which it live and its collar belongs it beside its master ?

It bickers with other dogs in the street and pesters everyday, never seeing or knowing them, it barks until its breath exhausted by the impulse of their taking its job from it, didn’t stop without beated.

At nights its long fetters is took out from his freedoms nailed shame, so the Moon was liked so much by the holy dog. It was stupidly rejoicing liberty by swinging its tail every night. Unaware of donated freedom was actually slavery, it couldn’t understand it is the night what chained him in the day.

Such foolish and such miserable, the days of the dog have passed. One day a burglar got in the house which i banished from windows, that night’s morning was the last meeting with the dog. Later, they removed the hut of the wet nosed. They builded a hut which has a bigger treshold as their home, builded for the new DOG.