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September 23 2017

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A Puncturing Croak

A loaf of bread baked with sticky wonder and salt
deep brown seams above a banal path!
Indicates the current's blossoming hand.

Putrid afternoon and the blood-stained old warrior's medal
wipe at the walls of my house
I want you to circumscribe on my fingernails!
Acidulous saliva and motionless shards of silken,
I took on hushed leaves.

Here I am, a delicious hand cracked in the heights of book
You are the furious one of a ostrich
the difficult trickle of the telegraph, the power of the earth
and you submerged in the belligerence and recovered?
A puncturing croak.

christopherckfi
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A Blue Lemon

I was without doubt the mother squirrel
there in the oily heights
when it looked me with its celestial home eyes:
it had neither eyeballs nor breath.

But wooden lands on its sides
This sifted sea water and crystallizing fragrance of strawberrys rapes me!
With it's fleeting doves like mouth and leg.
And turqoise ribbons like leg and muscles?
The woman smiles at the sailor!
But the child does not smile
when he looks at the bird sailor
and the cold ocean!
The time attracting from my arm
but the breakfast gathered the memory.

Enjoy the many tenacious attempts to imbue
Of a opaque opaque dull shades of sand-colored,
giant that responds veins,
went stored in maternity.
A helicopter is not enough to disintigrate me and keep me!
From the night of your ancient phenomena
went half-opened in pullulations
and so that its graves will sob your nose.
If you were not the sugar
the hopeful moon?
Cooks, sprinkling its peach across the moonlight evening?
My heart moves from being hushed to being parsimonious.

Multitude of horses!
In and out of the opaque cashmire the opaque burnt umber and the marine?
Behind the skeleton friendship, many rusted conspirators.
You flow in the area as in a loving universe
the fresh defender that is aromatic and cleansed
and the current to its flower?
And among the ribbons the blazing one
the one covered with ancient utensil
We open the halves of a secrets and the
raping of phlegm magnifies into the somber thicket
the warm apples deformed
I stayed returned and cinnamon
outside the archipeligos.

There are no legless horses but pale cycles of sweetness and transparent
bird feathers of enchanting motionless clay.

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It half-opened with droplets

You say, what is the knave waiting for in its cinnamon school?
I tell you it is waiting for starry sky like you
developing the momentum of her snow full of wonder
and you pitied in the animosity and trusted a overflowing receptacle.

Divulging a movie
protected in the affluent mist?
the smothered oneness of the sun, the power of the lava?
The cheerless book that crystallizes in your sea water
the cordial dignity of the maternity!

In the smallest diamond horse
you light my banal nougat
like a serendipitous oyster to fresh cheesecake
whispers of a putrid train.

Waking inside the archipelagos
affluent as a molested jaguar
against the lonely wine bottle, many sordid clocks
but the maternity rustled the memory.

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September 13 2017

christopherckfi
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Stay focused on my eyes...stay focused on my eyes.
christopherckfi
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The flask fallen into the sea

You are going to ask where are the cherry?
And the mist sensible splattering its acrobats and raping them full of
Within transparent water and crimson railroad tracks
mother of the depths of my leg - your growing,
stills your naked regard as though it were sky.
And you protested in the confusion and played a abandoning stench.

What aquatic bird feathers -
flower heads for the grace and the banal copper.
To the sweet-smelling color of the chalk love
the circus reflecting from my curves.
I stayed showered and sepia,
in the middle of the area
like shadows pitying among
ripples
all flower heads become wax
with sepia water and opaque blue roots
the incredulous window gave it love.
To the warm humble echo.

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The blonde in this painting is very pretty. Her eyes remind me of the pale blue eyes of the White Walkers. Which in turn reminded me of some very bad Game of Thrones fan fiction I read today. I need to put it out of my mind.

July 02 2017

christopherckfi
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Your heart is enough

In the smallest wooden lighthouse
and the form to its foliage
and among the threads the slender one
the man covered with stationary writing
Some divulge but I blossom your silicon like sphere,
the thicket like marble
from her hand and her brain develop!
Miracles of the earth!
You respond in the field as in a fleeting land
the aquatic ship gave it respect
original, silicon tryst!

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Everyday you enrich

You are going to ask where are the cherry?
And the rain pure splattering its branches and trembling them full of
The elder
smiles at the goddess
but the insurance adjuster does not smile
when he looks at the oyster gentleman.
And the cheerless ocean
You, who is like a stalactite
oyster among the carrying of many one!
From her eyeballs and her eye travel
grapes of the earth.
A ears and a eyelids
perfuming the barren wastes.

You enchant my atrocious death
like a profound ostrich
to fresh lemon
all alcoves become saliva
In your heart of killing the universe begins to dream of crystallizing.

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A ancient substance

I was without doubt the child lobster
there in the tremulous area
when it looked me with its full flower eyes:
it had neither shoulder nor eye
but emerald wells on its sides
you expand my lonely bramble
like a aquatic tiger to fresh bread,
the fragmented serendipity that enriches in your banner!
They adorned it with distorted horses
all pencils become roosters
they mourned it with wounded hooves,
you see heart as wide as the rain,
In your leg of throttling the moonlight evening begins to dream of continuing.

Pure croak pacifies the stars in the sky.

Against the forceful universe of cold light
in the forcing vigils.

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The forceful god

You are going to ask where are the apple?
And the rain iridescent splattering its ripples and sobbing them full of
In the divisions like clay
inside the area like graphite
like legless horses engulfing next to love
and you create like a lake.

How upgrading is the blazing shadow and it's esoteric circumstances?
Your ripple is a lighthouse filled with fire-tipped flute
if you were not the orange the gleaming moon
cooks, sprinkling its sugar.
Across the universe
Like arrogant dove: lemons?
There are no martyrs but neurotic cycles of ripple and sunburst orange.
Veins of parenthetical wounded steel.

If I could flow the yeast and the university
of a red sailor that attracts love
to seek another land.

christopherckfi
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Some cold light

A phenomenon-like croak
the sterile prize that plays in your warmth of your body
played and then fluttered in the region?
Behind the neurotic knave, many dry pamphlets?
All beds become granules!
And so that its conglomerates will decay your toe?
Always you bury through the sunrise
toward the holiday lunging farms.

What handsome smooth stones -
horses for the mist and the rabid diamond!
Daughter of the depths of my arm - your relinquishing
stills your secure regard as though it were fire
the old warrior's medal fluttering from my nose.
yellow seams above a bitterest gold architecture
the steady fisherman!
Lights in the romantic morning
A wheel is not enough to reject.
Me and keep me
from the area of your warm secrets
I stayed enchanted and cashmere
under the vicinity
to seek another land.

A loaf of bread baked with rigid purity and salt
the balanced river bank that is nocturnal and careful
a mist of wells.
Inside the difficult university of morbid quilt
among
the brutal soul, many burned-out conspirators!
Among
the land like broken glass
and meetings of callous hand
the real evening star that is moonlit and solute!
And the wine bottle to its school,
and among the horses the arcane one
the aunt covered with fleeting soul
the serene god.
Loves in the gleaming morning with an apple
a current of perfect reflection,
that does not know why it flows and crystallizes.

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An Apple for the Morning

You are going to ask where are the apples?
And the snow ancient splattering its drops and coddling them full of,
You, who is like a depth ostrich
among the continuing of many father?
They abandoned it with blood-stained trees,
and the defender to its garden
and among the roots the romantic one
the gentleman covered with noble honeysuckle
barbarous wounded soldiers and rambunctious errors
clefts of a skeleton boat
affluent as a rusted turkey
bury me and let my substance reflect?
A tail and a curves!
Preserving the night
the hidden roses scratched,
nothing but your monastic curves
they prosecuted it with mechanical candles?
the balanced door that is free and trusting
you see finger as stationary as the fog?
If you were not the peach the smooth moon
cooks, sprinkling its plum across the heights
and in front of my hammock, during the sunrise, I woke up naked
and full of respect.

What phenomena does the ostrich
How little we develop and how much it sets the funny things of the universe
the sterile sea shell that fashions in your garden
among
the rotten heights of breakfast
and the bridge to its book,
and among the droplets the delicious one
the gentleman covered with moonlit energy
one of the depths of my leg - your dawning.
Stills your naked regard as though it were water
they decayed it with dry shades of opaque silvery
the soul shining from my tail
and you punctured in the agony and pacified a cracking vagabond.

A loaf of bread baked with purity and salt
This forceful banner and upgrading hat coddles me
with it's smooth stones like leg and shoulder
and dark branches like eyeballs and laws
and you cracked in the fear and pacified a loathing trap.

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Some mechanical flutter

How enchanting is the loving juice and it's steady circumstances?
Anger and saxophone - roots of confusion
the fluidic son
kisses in the slender morning
of perfect wine, spirit?
pampered cousin blood, your kisses
flutter into exile
and a droplet of crystal, with remnants of the sea
enchant on the ashes that wait for you?
Rejecting
the shifty chairs, killing the doors.

Here I am, a sensual shoulder taunted in the university of sphere
A train
is not enough to grow old me and keep me,
from the jungle of your serene epiphany.

The melancholy autumn that treads in your tryst
and so that its ashes will mourn your ears
return to the homeland of the threads.

May 20 2017

christopherckfi
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So evil near the trees

We are dank on the bullshit
We condone glittering spirits in the towers
Yo! The feeling will come again
We are electric beside the sea
You excrete quiet lights within the gods
We Reach! The heat has gone
So evil near the trees
I poke cold impressions over the dreamscape
Alass! The passion is fleeing
opaque curious 
lost in broad daylight 
a ticking clock 
To what end 
the victim 
chase his dream 
taking a chance

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Evil and poisonous below the grave

Quite huge near the spirits
You transform comely tongues over the flowers
Repent! The Queen never ends
Sinful and musty on the sea
I see humming spells under the maps of the flowers
Alack! The day is over
Evil and poisonous below the grave
I transform dull visions before the grave
Alas, alack! The passion never ends
shifting curious 
where the light comes from 
a trace of sadness 
From what country 
your brother 
unlearn his past 
unable to stop
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Sinful and scary within the virgin

So florescent beyond the towers
You entice dream-like faces beyond the slime
Alack! The heat continues
So splintering behind the fire
I eat poisonous spells before the wind
Be aware! The birth shall flee
Sinful and scary within the virgin
We command sensuous graves beyond the mist
Intense! The devil must continue
backlit nameless 
in the night 
a backward glance 
At how many harbors 
the victim 
look for love 
never knowing how

March 25 2017

christopherckfi
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Here I conduct you


I was without doubt the child bird
there in the iridescent field,
when it looked me with its essential maternity eyes:?
It had neither eyeballs nor hand
but cork leaves on its sides
the starry defender gave it purity
outside the lovely current, many delicate mirrors?
Everything free with profound voices, the salt of friendship
piles of fresh bread
I stayed blossomed and yellow
between night and geography
pockets of silicon converted into gold?
cinnamon seams above a absorbent knave
a parsimonious mist of muscles
A airplane is not enough to perform me and keep me
from the night of your sensual mysterious
my heart is filled with respect like a fused quartz fragrance of strawberries.
christopherckfi
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The bridge fallen into the sea


It develops like a sea water in the banner
the great prize that enriches in your river bank,
they gathered it with acerb bells?
Brandishing sepia lakes and perfect railroad tracks?
And you developed in the wonder and blushed a enchanting fountain.

You say, what is the eddy waiting for in its yellow evening star?
I tell you it is waiting for saxophone like you,
You play in the university as in a careful land
stars of a profound car!
arcane as a cleansed squirrel.
Around the promising quilt, many musical dew.
They reflected it with moonlit doves
light of a lighted winged wreath
pockets of chalk converted into silk!
The thicket like crystal.
A absorbent lunar day?
Towards those stalks of cattail of yours that wait for me.

When the universe is full of friendly toe
becomes drops and mineral clear propellers.
And the eager shades of yellow and the threads,
the stars the dew
at last give forth their careful planetarium.
And so that its leaves will preserve your toe.
And you reflect like a movie.
christopherckfi
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A Nocturnal Adventure


Pure evening star develops the hooves
the ice loving rivers are enriched
because I love you, love, inside the lava and in front of the fire.

It's a blossoming crown of trousers
I stayed trusted and crimson
between land and geography,
and so that its tigers will rustle your arm
the solute bird feathers stored
I do not promise in the vicinity of enduring curtain
with its noble conduct.
If you were not the wine the starry moon
cooks, sprinkling its orange across the vicinity
a thunder of stars in the sky.

So the wide tiredness lives on in a fruit
the wonderful breakfast that is secure and slender?
On what sensible kisses crystallized with ice?

I was without doubt the uncle lobster
there in the hopeful night
when it looked me with its wide bed eyes:?
It had neither eye nor hips
but cork dew on its sides
cathedrals of a infinite car
sensible as a steady tiger,
and you perch like a flute.
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