Cuddled pillows 

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my cross sinks in the sea

Mouth full

The salty waters are tears…

Of a broken self

Trapped in the illusions…

of coloured sunsets

the moon never rises

Ecstasies of stale kisses

Your breath of tobacco,

burning in my lungs

Butterfly wings smoke in the sun

Coloured ashes are memories carried by wind

The tattoos are fading…

arrow hearts bleed dry

Cuddled pillows never get warm

bed

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Hummingbird

With a broken voice,

Sounds of her weeping guitar

She darts like a humming bird

Among falling branches

 

Will she be free?

From the violent hands

Dad is a drunk

and I hide in the closet

 

She says, “It is alright”

Kissing my forehead

Her cold lips are bruised,

Is it blood?

or tears?

that I feel on my skin

 

when did the roses decay?

Or they became bruised

Fallen to the ground

Where angry feet creased their petals

 

The frames are broken,

The pictures are in the flames

The vows are the ashes,

of yesterday

When she was a humming bird,

Chirping in the early spring

Let it rain and snow

A setting sun and her changing sky
The smooth canvas of the sea
Rolls gently into a silent night

I hold onto my oar
My little boat drifts to a lonely island
May the grass feel warm beneath my naked skin

Could it rain and snow at the same time?
I wonder
The cosmos fascinates a broken heart

These tears could be frozen
And washed away
May be my heart would forget

The fragrance of fresh roses,
Tulips,
And poison of a painted daisy

May be my love,
Like a flame,
Would burnout

And lo,
Smoke rising to the skies
For the eyes are better looking at the stars

Than the earth
Where you shadow I remember
Your breath I inhaled

A beauty I must forget
And these scars I may heal
If only time could let me

Black gold

Petals of sin
A cold breath from his soul
Frozen,
The fountain of tears

A line of ethics,
Between church and man
Is the truth a mystery?
Or a divine canvas?

Stretching the skies,
That the light sunburn what he sees,
Given time and place,
The shadows of the moon

A party TV of a painting,
Prejudice or nothing,
Pulling to oneself,
The plague of propaganda

Giving gins to the church,
To let a child live death
The reality of a cynical world,
Lost in the fumes of the black gold

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Star fall

I loved the way you looked at me,
Thought it was real,
But you were the devil

Words of thy tongue smooth,
Like berries,
Melting ruby in my mouth

I tasted your soul,
An overwhelming sweetness
Just an illusive poison

The fresh of my heart,
Cud,
That you chewed on

Believing you relished,
from my blood
But just another prey

The rhyme of night
A vampires orgy
Dancing in a Wolf’s skins

A child’s innocence
With the stars all beautiful,
Until they fell,
To burn the world around him

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