Randomplace.com - just words children's stories by geo Time The Flowers Didn't Flower eighth wonder of the world Red Tree - the father of all trees THE BOY WHO CAUGHT A DREAM The Fish In Water Who Was Looking For Water Fisherman who wove magic in his nets Father Through a Magnifying Glass Magic Picture Milla RAPper LAND OF HAPPILY EVER AFTER ECHO Swamp - a love story UpsideDown Farm The Boy Who Woke Up the Sun not children's stories by geo Concrete Momma - requiem for the living Dying To Live Time Out Trilogy Waking Up a Junkie MeyePoems by title liberation of the imagination before and after beyond the why of why distortions of adjustment exposed to the wind did not betray his eyes in defense of the future life is but a dream no one walks away darkness of infinity purification of memory reflection in the water of my mind story is far from over struggle for the mind unperson capturing invisible reality wandering through the wonderland three days to change the world annonymous Flower-hat dream lady - visual poem black hole of the mind construct an image deconstructing otherness hold my hand lilacs and roses on the ferry of my dream power to create wonder faded amid unfulfilled expectations understanding the irreversibility self-portrait with my grandfather inside more or less the truth RandomPlace.com random poetry by title I growing misery got nothing to say ain't right fire of the mind eye for eye now who am i going to be into the valley of the shadows can no longer be denied wrestling with dilemma silence is misunderstood vomiting up bitterness never again nobody leaves this place the same dichotomy banter and babble wondering when the future will appear ghost of myself in a black mirror time flies what if what if vomiting up bitterness fictional version at the cross of the cross trust somebody darkness piling upon darkness speaking from a dead mouth unbearable get relief roaming free in the imagination catching hell off to a non start thought - optical illusions carried on the waves turning inside out time stands still cries of consciousness hidden writing flying words piercing echo moving a verb second thought in a dark tunnel situation in which we find ourselves assault of senses implications voiceless no excuses piercing the veil tragic element lost world separated at birth listening to the listener lord of empty streets manipulating words witness to confusion in evidence cries of consciousness releasing a voice no longer who i was protecting our soul releasing a voice trust somebody And if I laugh at any mortal thing Let these describe the undescribable words are things and a small drop of ink I stood Among them but not of them the crowd the hum the shock of men All human history attests Oh "darkly deeply beautifully blue!" merit heaven by making earth a hell I stood Among them but not of them The dome of thought the palace of the soul But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life I only know we loved in vain multipartyism betrayed dare to hope to dare to fight RandomPlace.com random poetry by title II throwing away the key untold terror mobilization of shame one year later flight from terror "perfecting" the system of control a troubled year continued abuses by all sides given no reason nor a trial running with lies all i have left to say and how do i live with this if if only i could find as the shadows whisper in the night but to my own detriment as a last resort there is always "honor" my soul martyred with disgrace a lackey to eternity as the raging storm debated a moment in time sea of self-pity that has no room to care in this poor rich gain if the dead could come back to life who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week i leave you with this to dwell words strung together. and how do i live with this life is a rhyme i try to cover my crimes with false looks o foul foul killing night a dream or mirage a myth or you can't kill the dream if only i did not live with this fear so ended the matter said in the heart Quaff immortality and joy to be rid of thought The poetry of earth is never dead The eye is not satisfied with seeing Love sought is good eloquence the souls In solitude seek and ye shall find - knock first please to those who lost their dreams. the voice of the turtle is heard iron tongue of night wanderings of my thought A poet soaring in Unwept unhonoured and unsung And poets by their sufferings grow Abomination of desolation hide me under the shadow good evening.. isn't love wonderful On with the dance! The breeze of Nature stirring in my soul stars of morning dewdrops of the sun Study to be quiet my refuge and my fortress mirth and laughter not poetry but prose run mad paint the meadows with delight A poet soaring in their fancies The hearing ear and the seeing eye Be wise to-day is madness to defer I speak of golden joys Come forth into the light of things a bird in the solitude singing let the earth rejoice to be rid of thought Vain hopes are like certain dreams make glad the heart is lost to us by incredulity While I was musing Give me a bed by night and some insight pursues imaginary joys play of words by title - by geo it doesn't mean a thing perhaps even an accident reasonably unreasonable What I didn't say Lines that divide us Exceptions are the rules The inconsiderable Man barks Luncheonette mysterious mystery last record falling words language as music reverse time tension between among the unborn stepping over Unfathomable transcending words all that remains sterile world postscript between the conscious between the visible invisible forces ahead of myself nothing else matters memories reaching deep confrontation between I and you hidden abysstransparency of time and space a song without hopeno less a metaphor life and death reflective ideas sterile worldnothing is lost four corners of the mind get back to nature wall of impunity triumph over love silent witness making peace with myself I haven't words exiled from myself cemetery of memories home of the departed talking doll who are we draw on natureRelentlessness de-you-man-ized seriously divided can't recognize myself entering another world reality a dream hanging on my mind prisoner of the past play of words by title II - by geo never run in opposite directions time out - inner peace quiet zone sign in central park just a memory no where to go urban refugees which was is up indisputable disputable life and the truth is fiction lost identity see justice true imagination holiness of sorrow devious the secret of secrets perils of existence the message is believing defying becoming obsolete I am a lamp harmony in art and science the obvious strawberries know nothing the dread of the nothing I forgot myself fragility of life we lived in a world looking for answers and why totally understandable comfort yourself sign on a T-shirt sign on store left memory I think memories like lost hope... imagination living in history reality check caught in the middle of nowhere looking forward to looking back rescue recovery conquering distance sweet madness invaded by invasion unspeakable grief inside becomes the outside nobody knows what happened victim of ambition I seem to be a verb mystery of ourselves metaphor that breathes posthumous present moral imperative of shadows night of nihilism, of nothing facing nightmares out of order you have a right to be here hope was left standing betrayed by stopping grieving absence is real reasonably unreasonable afterwards and after words a dead line death is something ... life trying to get in step beyond me a fly on the wall I hear they want to hear what... the enigma of Beethoven not my intent from here to there traveler in a strange land kept in isolation living slowly walking inwards the race running commentary didn't get the message yet escape into escape nov 1999 & poems by title II - by geo the first order and disorder novel true fiction streaming in on order and disorder enormous difference howling beggars erupting madhatten the race to nowhere i stood where you stand apprehension another aspect white heat of passion think yourself in fairyland pulled from the draw marauding the mind will never be known culmination shameful future continues tomorrow innocent error you get what you pay for hardly any one escapes no change in the wonderful world coming together the system makes you everybody is damaged everything else is smoke want to believe heavy punishment trick-or-treating costume from the book of &poems by title Iby geo no matter what searching the mind see for yourself would you where about were you show some respect for the Dead/living in search of vision preparing for acts of desperation held hostage by darkness of infinity who are you and who are we call home holding out unreasonable hope emotion without memory the idea of should wrinkled from time a new phenomenon out in world alone false memories if it didn not really happen lots of people remember things that are not have to pay more attention not long on long speeches easing in the air readiness keyed up unwilling to change beginning to think sense of strangeness and distance world drastically changed vulnerable over do it anything other than don not know how to put this could i say something personal not to mention not having it irrevocably every bit of consisted nuance how is that possible dreaming unthought thoughts backing up reality would you dare my impression surprised what is happened how & have a long way to go running for office stay away closing my mind needed victims and villains please apply had to move thought you would never asked hangs over what we know did you mislead or not sometimes i watch eye witness to the future in the course of mans war with nature could have unforgettable do not not trying to think the mask of innocence starve yourself from yourself that is the secret how we forget from whence we came plans again what is really necessary ON MY VIEW POINT HUMBLE BEGINNING WAIT AND SEE notes for a poem troubled just returned from imagination carry on whats on the menus siesta of the mind anyhow abandonment of wish you could love slated to begin Setup .... and step up to whom devoted insular mood time changes some where in the world try to imagine presumably apparatchik painting myself invisible cold winter of the heart rebirth of decomposition HEART FAILURE on the way RESCUE ME/you/us COMPLACENCY RULES of decorum from the book of &poems by title II - by geo from the book of &poems by title II held hostage by (im)mortality mysterious affair muttering to myself keepintouch a contradictory message discovering the ghost of my own humanity don't do anything till you hear from me there are things in the universe have you no heart utopia envision this before we had friends now we have customers peeping corruption of innocence rewriting the future exposing myself don't think about it revealing hidden meaning remove your shoes please strange thought moving target the weight of silence conqueror this conversation is over is this relevant to you it's like that raw energy in a cage ............& on the verge of extinction seeking a simple life fathered by a dream trying to capture imagination more than you/i realize somewhere in you heart unmasking the future listen come to the fore & compendium of innocence on the move to nowhere (in particular) odyssey - odd-see complete it in your heart sitting alone in a small house in the woods scratch right there please unrecognizable to yourself/myself can we go now kidnaped altar strangers once lovers ain't nobody knows nothin that's how it goes i'm worried about you not on your life emergence resisting temptation to live first love emancipation unconceived who said that simplify life you have no idea a child inside slaves to skepticism vanished out of time / death of yesterday invisible force escaping bonds prisoner of the mind recognizing something in yourself inseparable step into another world born of a metaphor / touching space land of silence feast for the eyes forgive love suddenly unfathomable future to pass judgment man believed to be lost standing room only looking for wings help those who are you/me in the dark nobody to talk to except memories you don't know what you're missing ancient cave paintings hypothesis trust in tomorrow vanishing oblivion lost yesterdays yours to discover what about yourself/myself? defies comprehension condolences on the loss of your innocence to henri michaux lifeless relic of the past have you seen you/me revealing invisible threads some have gone mad with loneliness afraid of what you might give birth to it's only make believe no time to keep silent beyond perception educated the heart out of you almost no one is allowed in here i'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places beginning to forget that's ridiculous mystery to myself einstein's rebellious thinking out of touch tell the truth wonder if you're not listening ............& i'm worried