I have travelled and dodged the bullets
dragged the leaded knees on casted iron
covered with clay on my bear bosoms*
felt your depth in my search ohh my love
and as I lay caressing your feet unhurriedly  
I feast in your unknown moistured touch
tongue on tongue preaching gospels unheard
travelling on transverse unmet peregrinations
hoping to thread at the core where we adjoin
learning again how to heave against the gradient
on paralleled transgressions exploring propagations
breaking walls and decoding the remissions
delegating preliminary positions to submission
feverish ardour of anticipation and langour
*I long for you sweet valentine, comeby on board

The yacht rest at the sail of ails
flowing through the eastward rails
where Ophelia scare is a wicked frail
sweeping remnants of an eroded fail
upon the trenches of the unseen trials
holding a crystal ball, citing dreams
dragging phantoms inside tomb scares
covered by the limit of the stormy sears
inside the cagy offenses in lonely pairs
burning in fiercely lightened fire-patch
where the smoky wind hides in a hatch
sewing signs of the end upon the latch
as the sun shines on a mountain's watch*
the nature calls and the songbirds awake
telling tale of a harvest and seasons of ale
where celebrations are a festival of praise
of laughter and melodies of ******* rale
upon the waters where the fishermen size
evaluating the worth of their rightful seize
inside the nets of worth where darkness lite
*beyond strength of the tuned rhythmic price

See that woman taken by the wind
blown in the skies without a lover
nor promises to uncover her darkness
her nights are covered by the moon
As it wanes she wades on her bed
caressed in a lonely love affair of own
arrested in an unbearable burn of lust
stressed by blowing ******* of unwon
she tries to chase the butterfly in the dark
as the glow promises the line of lovers
her laughter is an echoey paste aced
See that woman taken by the winds

*Hold her hand and just chase her

She rose from the dead
Claiming the red cases
those keys that heed hate
and bleed the hateful fate

She captured and locked gates
behind a fenced hell circle
where portions are affixed
and souls are trapped in control

She is strangled and wrangled
past the norm,existence zones
inside the spirals of the lost moon
where demons lie and litter ties

She is as strong as the Zion tribe
a lioness with a majestic touch
that propels and tunnels courage
In an afterbirth of the untied ...praises strolls

Islets of a many lets venting
cuts inside tented lightening
Of ghosts that rent with zest
Fading in and out as injusticed
On the path of lonely strokes
above the unseen finds and tides
The very many divergent corners
Of hearts painted with uncare
Rotten on acres of reality sink
above manners of the uncare
On field of an imagination trip
where I need to juggle young
Under the millions stars and starts
the change tracks and rotten traps
as the seconds on the clock ticks
as the steam rises above the reefs
Of an advent and beautific ripples

On the mirror view, just at the side of the lane
The rain is falling, the rain is falling
I hear thunderstorms arise inside my iris
As they flow where the river bends
Upon the trees where mystery rest
On the mirror view, just at the side of the lane

Show me how the river flows
Show me how the water longs
To rest beside your breath
Show me how the water strokes

In the city blocks, all nations rocks
The rain is falling, the rain is falling
Sirens struck, as traffic strikes
As flocks surmount into a resign
Upon tall tower blocks holding hands
On the mirror view, just at the side of the lane

Show me how the river flows
Show me how the water longs
To rest beside your breath
*Show me how the water strokes

Inspiration flows from the veins
reigns where once there were
dynasties, a destiny and the mystery
roads of the unhidden remissions

On the bed of roses, lies the beauty
a shine of unspotted fading gestures
Tilted metaphoric of synched moments
strolling on the myth of an autumn day

The glow of a heart that lights oceans
shimmering the waves of bluey strokes
those glistering movements of the untold
harvesting the arise of the siren responses

Smile lovely one, show the shimmer burn
like a fierce cupid aiming the toward arrows
of parallel sequences of the hot and the fire
the flame of unhidden kindles and twinkles

As the Caledonian pines unwind on a terrain
willed on the essence of a tantalizing dance
the echoes and the heckles of burnt seals
astounding the strength of another length

Last night, the time stopped and I ceased
sat on a log of peace minced in ventures
of lessons and visions, reasons and treasons
as the clock struck and the lock was undone

On the fervent course of roads walked before
as voices and hymns mashed within the storm
building mansions upon the diffused seasons
where life remains unbroken by bonded souls