as i sit here between these sharp broken crystals of my tears
i remember how you lashed at me with your courage and wit
and gave me thunderous moments, a whirls around of my shame
where shame would be born, where happyness reigns.
where gentle loveliness entwines with aches and these yearning little hurts
i admire the chemistry that i partake in, with the power of my frailty
as you a chemic wonder, charming one after another, and with your wit
compassion wrecking havoc and shuttering conventions
sincerity to always lead you in a moment from danger
gracefully as you shine so naturally, as if nothing happened
and boldly go on, where no psychologist has gone before.
in your innocence and kind and helpful spirit, gentle with fuming twists
the female over the therapy, the charm over the functionality.
a truly healing medicine, as we fight and wrestle. with none of society’s conventions
entirely without tools knives or equipment of any kind, meandering
through philosophical frivolities you protect yourself
from my all too sensational soul. and still you dare, to venture.
still you dare to call my your friend, a kind man.
as that wicked and criminal mind, at least in a sensual despair
fell within so many light and putrid sins
shrieking as the birds already rose up
flocks dazzling strokes a thousand and seconds already of a memory.
leaves still dance where everyone left. and you and me to sit there
at the therapy of the end of the world.
a criminal and a devout catholic of modernism
kind to permit a breach, a crack in the crevice of ordinary conversation
she seated, she smiled, she laughed, she opened her eyes
all that as a heart alive, a breathing deer, a strawberry faery.
and nothing that remained of constructs, timid ugliness.
you sat there in pale sincerity. aristocratic as the templer virgins.
there is no greater a pure smile cut into your chest
with flowers weeping over the floor where i buried myself
as i said and hide under your chair for the wretched and deformed demon lives.
courageous a soldier, withstanding every convention
yuo meddle in the cauldron of the witches, you are a elvin of which
gratitude must see you bows and curtsies as to the most royal.
duchess of spontaneity, entire court of sensations.
more then mad i am sensitive
and more then therapy i needed charm
more then sloth i needed quickening fresh beauty.
more then drought and stale listeners
i need a crisp muse.
and you are a charming, quickening fresh beauty, a crisp muse i do need.
from the empty walls where are my arts.
from my hollow sentences, ill verses, diseased manifestation
gluttonous drinking from female a brow, a cheek, a smile, a dress.
oceans of medicine in which my shuttering soul may dwell
in which, in life, and if so life sensual enough, in beauty may me comfort
as the ugly everywhere rant and condescend with simplest arms
a nuclear bomb on top of my head, a pungent sting, a pain of pungent stinking poems alas
but you have never, ever caught me, in your anger or your tempers
in your disapproval or dismay.
you have never caught other the the lyre and touched that string.
where a lovers love was hidden at an angels finest and most secret and deep treasured whim.
—aeylyeaelle ellhe de ellendeh
Flommist Aeylyeaelle Ellhe De Ellendeh is a neoromantic and neosymbolist artist and philosopher, studied sculpting at The Royal Academy of Decorative Arts of Antwerp Belgium, He decried actually having fallen in love standing before the Psyche of Leighton in London, having cried over the Sleeping Beauty by Sussmann hellborn and having spiritual religious affections for the Sphinc Mysterieux by Charles van der Stappen. Decorative sculptor and Author of a neosymbolist mythology on Kantian perception, on the imagination, inspiration, art, decadence, esthetics and passion, hate, misanthropy mainly. Heavily influenced by Huysmans A rebours and Schopenhauers refuge in art as Sades will to free erotics. He invented the Eiffel tower several times the size of the current one in paris to launch trains into space in an art nouveau way. He invented candles on remote control. He invented a game of chess with over 200 pieces per player and in an entirely classical and descent setup. With a line of Bishops, an Army, angels, boulders, with towers that need to be defended forward to launch the boulders, with a court, and a higher court with Elvin, Elvin King, Emperor, Empress and vampire of melancholy and a vampire legion. He is a self declared madman and officially declared insane by the state of Belgium deu to his romantic uprisals. Designer and architect of the future city of Anaehtheana, which is best described as the most beautiful and luxurious place ever devised, with the concrete bridges done again in marble, a wild zoo where the highway is now. And a fortified vatican inspired wall for a legion of Joans of Arc he is trying to call. Among that, he is calling upon all archetypes currently in cosplay gothic and music to build, among other things, a Vampire Lane with gothic schools, gothic museums and gothic lounges and palaces. And an Angh angel fortress. It is his one and only and final mission to replace all commercial billboards with romantic and academic paintings. Etc … Copyright © 2019 Aeylyeaelle Ellhe De Ellendeh.
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