No regrets

He just wanted to touch
the flower,
her yellow petals,
and the ruby rays of a dawning twilight

He just wanted to burn,
within flames of elation,
smelling her morning fragrance,
an essence of life

But I guess,
it was just a dream,
to fly into an outer space,
daring the laws of physics

And yet, glad
that he had followed his dream
on a long adventurous journey
as his heart faded
with no regrets


Black scarfs and feathered hats

the ground is a rock
but a sponge
on which I bounce,
along strings of rubber
faint elasticity
dragged between seconds
this silent planet
my lone soul

the flowers are on the grave
the whispers of the living
black scarfs
feathered hats,
the shadows of hate
standing around your halo
in black coats and long dresses
watching the fall of the sun

Their tongues hymn empathy,
but spit darts of poison
with their feigned smiles,
the scent of your soul
the blood from your heart,
clotted within their nails
so I know,
that before the next sunrise,

shall they come after me
with shinning scythes,
under a hollow moon,
like grey hounds,
their beastly nails tearing the ground beneath
to face this heart of a dark soul
blackened by rage

the monster I have become
with every breath from my lungs
the power in my blood
the fall of a star,
into an abyss of vengeance
with the sun still after a twilight
casting a shadow of death,
over their foul faces


Two hearts

the long river stretches wide
meandering as a little stream
into one mighty fall called love
the thing between death,
being born
the reason am alive
one to appreciate beauty,
the uniqueness of your soul
rarely exquisite heart
with its crystal walls,
the reflection of my soul
with this unfeigned smile,
floating on the river of life
painting memories,
on canvases within our minds,
with these brushes of time
the tale of two hearts

Not again

When what we see is real,
We sculpt perfection

Refined chimeras
Hunt us by night,

Masked behind shadows,
Of trees along the road to a cemetery

The lady in a white dress,
Bare feet, boiling skin

Her long dark hair
Slutty all over her face

And a butcher’s knife,
Shining under a moonlight

That is not blood, right?
And why is she walking this way?

Am awake

A tapestry of mosaics,
Of Autumn leaves,

Floating down calm waters
rays of a morning sun

The lady in a black dress,
Out the river of youth

Her crystal skin,
With a radiant smile

Colourful eyes,
And wet golden hair,

Down her shoulders,
With splashing

As she walks towards me,
And lo,

Am awake,
This time,

For real
Am I happy or sad?


If God went North

             This sacrifice for a dream
Screams thoughts of what I must cast
                    into the sea

       My heart is lost of love
But vengeance
      And anger
        I see the moon
                                      Not the sun
           walk a dark path
   With an admiration for my shadow

        The only family I know
    With the night inside my heart
         The friends in my head

     When darkness is all I have
             My Nightmares to cherish
           If God went North
                              And left my soul,
                                       On a boulevard,
         Under these sinking skies



Sometimes I feel lost,
Like am living in a shadow,
Of ghosts from my past,
Walking around an eight,
With my head low,
Dragging my sore feet,
My hands loosely hanging
Drowning in waves of blurry ambitions

The flames of my yesterday,
A gun loaded,
In her hands,
Within her quivering fingers
The blood on my chest
This hole in my heart,
The anguish of my soul

Feed my Frankenstein

You are my friend
So it would be wrong

Given this failing body,
Charms of a hidden passion

This aching heart,
A line far from discretion

And how long can I stand?
Enduring this torment of a denial,

Simply a delay,
To eventually cross over the same line

I wait on dearly
Yet with a disgraceful eagerness,

Fancy the wine,
Boiling inside your heart

Like a hungry vampire,
To dash at the scent of a flesh kill

I need no reason anyway,
But just a tiniest bit of justification

That it was fated,
Not a weak self,

To smell the scent of your soul,
Beneath perfumes of a fresh rose

Skirting the curves of your body
Drunk on the essence of your spirit

I want you,

Body, soul, and spirit
So I feed my Frankenstein

A goddess

She was a beauty,
Fairness glowed in her youth
Her crystal skin,
And a thumping heart
The eyes of innocence,
With her breath of life
She exhaled into me

“Please have my soul”
Her veil of virginity
Robe of purity
Torn off her flesh
But a black lingerie,
Which she held onto
Her left hand across her chest

A shame of Eden
Beneath a rising sun,
A radiance of true beauty
The art of a Potter’s hand,
With her perfect curves,
A Queen to sit,
On the throne of hearts

We laid silent,
In a bed of Wolf’s skin,
Staring at the white ceiling
Her dark hair spread all over
Cuddling in the white fur
Like a goddess
A goddess

This loop in my mind,
Her fragrance filled in my lungs
Her silhouettes flashing in my dreams,
These beautiful nightmares,
And the echoes of her melodic voice
When we rolled, in a garden of roses


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