The sun is caressing her skin, vapor rising into
the blues, the sky is drowning in cool coteries
of crystal particles, a flock of aerosols, unison
hanging in the air, electrifying the aerosphere
It is raining, we are dropping as bright strings,
we are the rain, tiny drops of light, it's vertically
moving, in a whole structure, and shadows are
bursting out of us, as we are landing on Mama
Soil hiding under shiny rugs, turning land into
aqueous gardens, fighting for life, while dim
is stopping this melodic fest, as droplets are
reflecting their gold on tins, and forging hubris
Stream is finding the gate, entering as a whole
into the lamp, filling every corner with beams,
spreading bloom around the luminous flower,
it is beginning to breathe, here and now, Om
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
Shh, Athena sleeps in this corridor
of ringing and piercing hums, silence
draws a halo above my head, drops
biting waves of iciness on my crane
Headache drinks my kernel's red
blooded wine, ***** sobriety out of my
cracked brain, till I find myself on a sofa,
humming jokes, in morphine's shelter
As my ups and downs are rotating like I
do, my plumes are growing bigger and
thicker, all of my sub-selves are drifting,
breaking like glasses put in a hot oven
When coconut butter begins melting,
fading with winters and twisted springs
I plunge a spoon inside of this jar of oil,
and paint a warm sunny span's tableau
Some nights when fireworks can't stop,
I sense like I'm the craziest man on
earth, I find the cream of the cream,
under mountains sleeping on poor hills
On my path back to Lucifer's trap, with a
plastic bag in my hand, I'm a plane
about to crash on a metropolis, I'm just
a passing butterfly, daze's tongue says
My only fault is that I'm born here, as a
gentleman in a world of flares and pigs
I'm seen as a bird hostage, carrying an
outcast's life on my back, while I die in
So, I'm enchained by dark knights, to
this rotation, I'm typing and killing
myself and seconds that enslaves me
and my breathing body, in gravity's den
I see devotees of sweet-talk, with their
mouths flying all over tea drinkers,
cuddling their pillows, while tobacco
splashes coffee on cigarette igniters
Bankers with money of all tints,
throwing it on actors, fragrance makers,
writers and poets like me, iconic
musicians, singers, and top models
Saturdays, and biscuits poured in milk,
surrounded by blue skies, and poppy
fields, sharing colorful frequencies,
clear fluid in streams, and traffic fluidity
Reflections of broken mirrors on
abandoned chandeliers, missing their
candles, sending muddy rain aromas,
and rust eating window shutters
Displaced flattery icing liquid joys,
slowly turning happy faces into blues,
and bullied teenagers savoring sweet
fruits of dead scars, in adulthood
Wax dolls showing their flexible body
parts, on shores, and seashells pushing
lovers and friends on their beach walks,
to put them in their bag of souvenirs
All waiting under a burning yolk,
making a bed for me, with tied arms, and the
nearer I'm, the more they scream, until I
fall on them, and they hush shh shh shh
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
As I reach the last stair,
I discover a high rise shrine
When I stare at the peak,
I'm close to fall on my head
It has a large baroque door,
Not closed, so I enter
I leave all the maps outside
I'm full of spice and zeal
I see an elevator facing me,
push the illuminated buttons,
envelope myself in the dove,
and it takes me as a letter
Into the highest floor, I fly
When I land on the terrace,
the man made-day falls asleep,
and the night sky erupts
I find an abandoned telescope,
remove the dust mask,
put my brown seeing aerola
around the soft eyepiece
The silver optical tube
absorbs my golden vision,
takes it on a celestial mission
Delving into the cosmos in chroma
I see a lumen hanging
like a washing line
between two galaxies
An odyssey to discover my heirloom
Now I'm a brainbox,
I surrender myself to
this luminous flux
It looks like a feeder of earth
Everything turns anaerobic,
when Angeline and her siblings
begin to play trumpets along
A hymn for the Oxygen Crisis
I put all the aerobics in vitro,
in order to live in vivo
I'm in the S shaped column,
the centromere of the soma
In a blink of an eye,
an asteroid hits my lighthouse
My kernel explodes
I'm trapped in a series of epochs
My nom de guerre is Helios
The sun calls me Apollo
Driving a chariot of joy
with two racing horses
Until meiosis begins
A king is announced
when a stallion dies
Nucleus or karyon
And I drop back as an ****
Embryo into an egg
thrown in a steam
From Eve to a man sunk in debt
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
Crawling to repair my median voices,
I bump my lumbering head along the curtains
Picturing a light evaporating out of masses
A sculpture modeled in my deep-seated mountains
I'm about to begin a brand-new journey,
as all my letters and signs are falling airily
Grit is granting me with a glowing crown
No slices are left from my earlier dawns
A rapid switch hit on my pavement,
like losing memory and diving in
a lake full of velvet and blinding diamonds
My lot is sleeping in covering wings
Another morning emptied of tongues
I do a humming like bambino birds
My pen blushes when seeing my pump,
as wine of this pulp turns into dust
I steam to tie the stars, and I sink
in a giant maze of origami planes
I pinch every no-man's land, in a blink,
pour them like milk in a pan sitting on flames
When snowflakes rise as bubbles of calligraphy,
and symphonies catch back their delicacy
My wizard's iris drinks the clouded chords
Veins wrapped in purple, as it snows in my globe
I'm bordering the gate, into writer's crowning sun
I inscribe this poem, to salute ladies and gentlemen
my hand waves to you, as eclipse calls
This is not a break, just a swing of my bipedal poles
My silhouette hikes in an elevated air,
like a pat ballerina climbing up the stairs
Bolting bulldozers, with feeders into the orb
A crystal punch radiates downtown's corpse
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
I'm buried in a duck-shaped bath tub
Filled with speech bubbles and inquiries
Like how do I exit this xanthic gulf?
And how to clean this hill of ***** laundry?
I put some shampoo on my nimbus
Rinse and pour aqua on my sonnet
I breathe in valour, duck-tape my scribbles
Break the quartz, and handle the angles
With my oars, I'm rowing toward the lotus
Not missing a chapter of this meteor shower
I pass by a big tank of sapphire hums
A Christmas-tree floating on the back
It commands me like a set of green arcs
Telling me to go straight ahead, I'm a magnet
As an eddy, I enter this turquoise zone
It smells like dead fish in this strait
Water turns into a chemical substance
I recite a poesy, so as it takes a fluffy format
My racing boat is nearing the nelumbo
I let the sink drink my grey column
I swim, and my craft lands on the H
And fall from the clepsydra, with the spill
Raise my ivories to the ceiling, wear my peignoir
By looking back, I see an aquatic bridge
Vapor, creating a foggy Londonian ambiance
On the isle, spiny trees receive you with fruits
I pick a jujube and eat it, I don't remember
A new life sprouts as an ode to my lost memoir
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
Firm goose bumps healing me
Cementing my assembled continents after inner war
On ****** refineries, life is flowing
Pushing lifeless cells into ruination
Roots painting a large red carpet
For the train of my inner facets, so as it passes…
Green halos, milky bones, pearly teeth, gentle grass
Above ruins of the burnt ex persona
The glowing, tabula rasa, the heard, and the silent
The sun and his murky reflection rejoined
Riding my coffin as a horse, with a smirk in the backseat
Journeying through the doors of this joke
O lie, O life, you are joking, it is more than comical
It adumbrates every sort of epilogues you are selling
If not, you are just another joker’s spicy laugh
Dancing on ever-morphing layers
Halls and rooms of you; so narrow and spacious at once
Like woods seen from below, by a whirling dervish
Outer worlds adduce extraterrestrial cheer here
It is echoing, vertiginous ping pong for walls
It manufactures a shallow pink view
Covering this old skin, numerous and so colorful, but bruised
It lands with you on this devine shell
Without a greeting, not even an omen leads
Masked, you hypnotise me with a yellow smile
While you rob me with dark; reddish hands
In my mom’s womb, you try to abduct me
Without bowing for the creator and his living planets
Stop! Ruth, O clemency, this mother is a creature
Her signature is Earth, and she has diamonds, thine and mine
She is a quarry of senses; blue and twisted
She is a shy and deadly entity, just like us
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
You sow haze in the depths of you
You draw a teardrop on my cheek
It smooches tinkling details on it
Thirst steals a kiss from my lips
I water the grabby hubris in you
And while you savor honey out of my wounds
I reap the pieces of my sine qua non
Fellows sail from here as boats
So, I flow to them as a wave
When I reach the shore, I'm an outcast, my friend
As a night light, left in the corner of the ocean
So, I throw my building from the seventh sky
And I fall in a pool, full of comfy stranger arms
Splash! This is my suicide
I’m not a man, not a friendly animal
When everything disappears, my lexicon turn to a sword
Smashing every hideous whisper
Hushing the raging storm of reveries
O sweet perdition, paramour joy
My purgatory, my paradise
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC