Where thoughts wonder, 

Aboard a ship to catch the dawn, 

her smile cuts like rays…

of the sun,

through the dark clouds around a Lonely heart 

The first time,

The deep dive into a continuum

She calls it “Love”, 

Lungs drowning in a sea of fragrance

Inhale her aura

Insidious pleasures 

dancing to her reflection in the mirror…” 

I am Just a blur…

Fading away from her shadow


Nothing else matters 

When the sun came anew, 

a long second ticked away into oblivion 

Eyes flashed in the yellow light

counting down the stars 

fallen from a previous night

I soiled my feet


from phantoms of a self

The voices and silhouettes 

hanging over my head

My soul restores in The hell’s kitchen

My lungs inflate in coloured flames,

burning inside my heart 

The bloodstream and the rush

In this moment I belong 

and nothing else matters

Story on a script 

The present is a page,

flipped through splashed ink…

of momentous series

The sun of tomorrow burns hot… 

in yesterday’s fantasy 

We walk and slumber 

A plagued rose bruises in the sand

A wishful coin drowns in the fountain

The silver faces and salty waters

A mother’s eye colours like a star,

On a moonless night,

with my hands to the guns, 

and my boots in the mud

my breath may fail

Shade by the moonlight 

The sun is a candle…

burning inside the mirror 

Yet another reflection

It’s rays fall cold on my skin

A bleached rose

smell the sixteen,

Whirl in the abyss of love

An ocean,

Drowning in its waves

The salt crystals molten on the walls of my lungs

A burning thirst,

addicted to the flames of your kisses,

fallen into a shade by the moonlight

The forever winds

Breezing on my rugged skin

The memories to the grave

Wilted flowers carried from it’s stones

Into the skies,

When I become gray



See myself into a church 

The guilt of my sins like smoke…

Blows off red ashes of a dying cigar

It is a cloud,

A haze

A mysterious aura of the damned

a soul without a shadow 

“he is unacceptable to himself”

When the world swears upon a naked sun,

Salvation chokes on my filth,

And I watch my moon fade into oblivion 

I am drowning, 

Just like the priest…

Only he is far deeper…

Into the maddness called hope

Mad art

The stains of black ink on a white spread

The bold lines and racing hearts

The curves,

Her hair flows like a fountain,

Of dark strands onto her delicate skin

The green grapes,

Her ruby lips moisted with my frozen breath 

Her name echoes like the church bells…

across the Scottish hills 

The fragrance of her youth in my lungs, 

wild roses…

fill my soul with exotic desires

I’m the abstract of an insane love 

I don’t have to walk with worry,

 that my feet will tip over my own shadow

You are beautiful,  

And it is all that I live for 

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