The star-gate crystals are clear
calm in energetic planetary power
they balance and pattern life
the eclipse of galactic alignment

Inside the code is a vision sung
a visitation of the gods of the pyramid
with ears and mind, secreted in a vault
a tidal change of global distribution

The land where gods are humans
scribed on the walls and columns
a father consummates with daughter
whilst she parades her bosoms to others

Time travelled spas of radiant beams
waters bubbles with innate channels
coition to exchange ****** energy
a life force extension of the star-gate

As the night shifts, the glass prints
The universe retorts and restores
Connective strands pulls from dark
Exposed from the rumbled tosses

Mosses generate, diversified integration
Masses inaugurated in magical reality
Electrified from the syndical sorrows
Tarots of the forgiven, sad sung songs

The tree branches held strong as I slid
The town halls illuminated to capture
A magnificence of a nature umbilical
Enclosed in the warmth of the placenta

My centre cored on the base of the earth
A need to belong on grounded dense soil
Calm tornados and typhoons unheated
Treated in fountained grace of existence

There is a rock with a red gush
At the fountain of the desert heart
It calls me by name, ohh the tainted one
Ohh dry those tears lovely one
and it burns like hot ash in a fantasy land
and all it's grace a volcanic mass
to start again on the rooted ground
Ohh dry those tears lovely one

There is a child within a lonely heart
At the certain clock of the desert hurt
It calls me by name, ohh the tainted one
Ohh dry those tears lovely one
and it burns like hot ash in a fantasy land
and all it's grace a volcanic mass
to start again on the rooted ground
Ohh dry those tears lovely one

Shush, stop replaying echos of the past
they have been blown by the east winds
right to the cliffs of the angelic twists
and I stare at the window, as everything moves
like the sun never rose
and the moon never shone
never surrender to their voices
as the hollowed beats of their soul
is an empty sack of sarcastic laughter
founded by the foundlings of St Elizabeth
who litter the Aspire asylum with loathe
and the troops of their dusty bags vent
to the charcoaled hues of the ceiling
Where the castaways truly hide inspired
as emptiness get inhaled in the alveoli
to the dense of the unpenetrated amoeba
and they all get sick, in a dread of a century
Let’s run.....It’s the borbounic plague taking its toil

How can life begin when you fall on a cliff?
sat on a ledge for as long as the rain remains
waving for the meandering unforgivable miracles
of allowable hesitation and tensional destitution

When you look at a face do you see in the beyond?
areas and layers that regardless appease to angels
the marvels of the new coming unstormy parables
ushered at the lengthy table of debatable ideology

Whom do we pledge the crooked ways of the men?
aisles of mean and immeasurable consequential regrets
of when the summer unfolded and winter melted
beneath the flow of the lakes in the unseen caves

Where do we bow our untold perceived reconciliations?
kneel at the pebbled mast of an eventful aftermath
till the grounds little one, sift the fertile from gravel
start again, nurture the soils and bloom to fertility

I wear your winter coat
The one you love to wear
So I keep feeling close
To us beyond compare
The moment we can have
You catch me in your eyes
That beauty on my pillow
That holds me in the night

And I will find my strength to untape my mouth
When I used to be afraid of the words
But with you I've learned just to let it out
Now my heart is ready to burst
'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love
And I wanna be your everything and more
And I know every day you say it
But I just want you to be sure
That I'm yours

And if I've been feeling heavy
You take me from the dark
Your arms they keep me steady
So nothing could fall apart
And I will find my strength to untape my mouth
When I used to be afraid of the words
But with you I've learned just to let it out
Now my heart is ready to burst
'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love
And I wanna be your everything and more
And I know every day you say it
But I just want you to be sure
That I'm yours
That I'm yours

Songwriters: Ella Henderson / Josh Record

Safe saved metaphors
All clear in third age
Forming tried foams
On the hallway of ties
The alleyways tiptoed
The only lifeline we hold
The ghost that loves me
It tickles my toes and glows
The massive shadowy face
The hanged erred earlobe
Yet it claimed me from birth
Dented in a cast ratted tribe
A reminder of evolvement
As I crawled to run away
It pulls in seductive destination
I shall never win this battle
I shall ever learn the meaning
A reevaluation of a patron
A tune of comfortness chaos
This ghost that claims me
It made me grieve and revealed
A long left pain of the lost
It made love to me on and on
The ghost that raised me
Shoot me from gravity to its era
It shall forever be the flavour

The vinyl record just rotates
in circuits of unforseen loops
queued in the unending circles
revolved strains of melodies

Yet every song remains the same ​stamped of a watered down clef
rooted fragile moments of numbness
gated inside notions with bricks

Even if the sun roars in a trumble
she remains that inhibited builder
a human, that fragile sort of a woman
a protective rooted architect of life

My baby has taken a leave from me
My baby does not love me anymore
It's a worry the little notes on walls
It's the paperless kisses in the holes

My baby is just a long lost friend
My baby came to stormy realisations
It's a worry the trendy dreams jotted
It's the plain poetic dellusional tunes

My baby has a frown of grown horns
My baby vacated the walls of destiny
It's a lightening strike of the emotions
It's a collapse of the clouds we laid

My baby let this kiss lead to destiny
My baby let abundance ambulate
It's not what I really wanted to hear
It's decedent of the decanted time

There are men who are boys
they dally about in their passiveness
waiting to be showered and flowered
with no sense of a loved one
they blossom in selfishness
awaiting for the plans to be drafted
and nights to be illuminated and crafted

There are men who are players
whisking games on the preys
as their charisma prevails
and their prominence remains
they tick all the possible boxes
dining with winning romance
Clocking whilst shooting

There are confused men
they are loyal but not committed
never aspiring a family or title
they are emotionally repulsive
present but absolutely absent
Living for today without a future
enjoying a nest whilst single

There are many good men
once the fog clears there they stand
Past the boys, the players and confusion
they will cater and give their all
loving their woman unconditionally
they brace and embrace love gracefully
putting to sleep all the pain and misery

I gave up on love
even before I touched its feathers
shatters of the aftermath
and overblown rejections

The short lived passes
undoubted crises
the give ups with no returns
Shutting unopened doors

I gave up on love
and my heart turned cold
As if broken and beat
Invested in solo affairs

Love never caressed
Or invested it’s time
and the fire ceased
as redemption erased

Yet I dreamt of him
that unknown shadow
a light to my morning
the other part that wins me

Someday a step away
he might be a stranger
another decade,miles apart
he will be a soul mate

A vacant elation evades
Lease of folded escapes
Throned with indecision

Stringed unmatched links
Short lived escapades rides
A honey, a cute,fille de joie

Mismatch patterns traced
Transcendence aides fade
The sunken days embrace

A song of love ever delayed
A search of magic evasive
Cherished moments destroy

Another brief scripted page
An eon touch dilutes in age
Adventures transpire space

A heartfelt continuum shakes
A novel paste in fined tastes
A long to prolong penmanship

The sea whistles gently eastwards
right to the rocks of a promise
the in-between without a compromise
nor reasons of a just triumph

That sunset was so beautiful
with an glowing amber sheen
lowly reflected upon the waters
to the dense of the drowning pebbles

I stretched my arms and you was cold
distanced in treason confrontations
no permission to treasure my disposition
nor an intermission to give a position

I shall **** you, like I killed all the darlings
those that brought a fiery passion
and their heat transpired to a lustful tension
May the fiery seas draw to your conclusion

Do you ever wake up in the morning?
and smell the darkness in your way
Do you ever now tell me my friend?
and the rain showers your path

Can you see it from your side of the wall?
the well of the aftermath
Can you see it from the depths of your mine?
the swell of the mourning glow

Do you ever step on the rotating rock?
and swirl with it's effects
Do you ever now tell me my friend?
and the shadow spins your day

Can you see it from your side of the wall?
the well of the aftermath
Can you see it from the depths of your mine?
the swell of the mourning glow

Power to the people
Power to the people

You can put ice in the fire
Melt the water to your empire
You can conquer undiscovered
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging
You can put moon on the horizon
With the mercury and uranium
You can control the titanium
Bomb the earth soil into tartars
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging

Power to the people
Power to the people

Big brother is in your bed
Fornicating, replicating
On the picture you are taking
Socializing with your shadow
On the drone zone mitigating
The debauchery of the century
On the high street no mercies
The butcher of the children
On the thunder of tomorrow
The harvest of their blood
Replicating, fornicating

Power to the people
Power to the people

No peace signs on the windows
enslaved to the tick tocks
in eruptions of the melt down
more resistance to the parties
as gunshots cause collision
In restrictions and confinement
The FEMA camps and martial art
of eugenics anti-populace
covered inside the media
stricken corporation
No peace signs on the windows

Fire power to the people
Fire power to the people

Bathed in the beauty of the day
Staring as the autumn signals.
Once I had a true love,
The summer silky skin,
The unseen bearded him.
Prove that I am mad

Such souls who fought,
Such hearts in drought,
They neither touch or kiss,
Every word was alive
A stream of the love unknown
Prove that I am mad

The conversational instrumentals
reply to each other harmoniously
the drum pounds,the rumbles pumps
as the skyline shine on mountains

The cas cas attach the drifty clouds
the C major smiles inside the beats
melodies of the G clef arrest the rest
a spell of keyboard appraised in praise

The trumpet screams as a saint
on the shadows of the lighted hall
the wall on the edge of the mall
a fusion of hope the unsung treaties

In the west the sound of the ancestors
appease my piece, to seek a forgone peace
inside the overrated and haunted world
of indifference and utter misfortune

Found in the fog of a destroyed city
Spinning with ramble and tassels
Clouded covers of amethyst hues

Old stories are never to old to tell
The words we spoke across shores
Under the tree is a home we belong

We forgive as the rains pin on tins
Swallowed in shallow momentums
Did I get it wrong as I saw the light?

Unconditioned and astray, all alone
Is it ever too late to unwreck the ship?
For these waters bonds us together

The last time the river beds drowned*
you knocked by the door and offered
sinking dreams of whales and fails
doomed stars burnt in flooded skies
tainted leaves heaved on angled heavens
visions of torture in trodden deserts
tensions of fractured love inserts

On the bridge of ambivalence, I tossed a coin
a plank set adorned with red ankh signatures
I took your hand, you drooling phantom!
It's nearly a year now, in your world runabouts
another day, a heavier destination, a hesitation
the silence, the demise, the whining ice arise
absent shoulders eating my independence

The freedom you longed in the winter breaks
dissipates thinly in the thunder stroked flakes
and the tears dried and my summer suffice
confronted by an endless long year in the cold bed
covered by conversations of the specter sceptered specks
deranged by miles and the longed played nights
on a realisation that you were never really there

Fleet along young one, the years are a swift ear
listening continuously, whilst switching promptly
making dreams from a mould of changing trims
flinching, twitching perceptions of new beginnings
for I no longer stay at the phone reaching, waiting
nor stay in the patch of haunted misery and hate
*join the next column and stop treading in my camp

The 21st century love,
equates a list of lust,
a games of hearts,
the legends of *****.

The 21st century love,
is a poisoned arrow,
It sets cupids on fire,
the heat of unrequited love.

The 21st century love,
puts the women in a sack,
It ***** and pounds to dust,
the lost remnants of trust.

The 21st century love,
puts the men on a pedestal,
A rotations of repentant cycles,
the ride to the very end of the pit.

The 21st century love,
is not a salvation that hits the crowds,
It has slowed and slugged us down,
to see the sand blown ****** haze.

The 21st century love,
has an impersonal high of lies,
a hay of burnt passion that fades,
an illusionary bewitched dedication.

The 21st century love,
a reaction to survive in a new world,
give the body and preserve the heart,
Keep your mind and enclose the soul.

The 21st century love,
it's a jungle of reservations,
an ace of diversity and availability,
guard your all littles ones.

Lets fall under the leaves
as we dream of the green feathers
strokes of heart-shaken ooze
erupting a canvas in brightness

We loved from the first
as our hands stroked on a subway
a sweep, that grab of disbelief
the brush of the beginning

The train engaged the rails
as tails of wagons disjointed
in a somber summery promise
at the foot of dreary station

Would you like to know me?
in the beat of the slow pawns
drowned inside the silky satin
as the cocoon of love emerges

7 Millions spots of you and I
roaming in jungles and desserts
of the partitioned portions
back at the bone of humanity
speaking in voices as one
rolling as the dense population
seeking liberty and autonomy
failing as the world erodes
indecisive about the notions
of diversity and adversity
speaking in voices as one
in a world of words and verbs
freed of greed and misconception
in a field of broken chains
where truths are a daily meal
void of captivity and blindness
mysterious and unconsumed
undiluted and undifferentiated*  
*7 Millions spots of you and I

As the skies square in perfection
some egos are wiped by a storm
A scent of love forever meander
as my eyes follow your pastels
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Let me hunger and thirst at our table
Caressing the gentle breeze of summer
Kissing the utter, priming the matters
Lead me martyr to the shiny grail
where promises are lifelong mists
the forever frills of soulful laughter

Let a free flow thunder scare the fears
Showing me how to root aliveness
racing the twine,mending the torn
For an eternal stroll on valleys strong
where love speaks and rules in truce
as the hymns of adoration and trust hum

As the moon square in perfection
some egos flow with torrential rain
As my eyes wander to lock on yours
gazing, racing, saying all there is
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

The fish in the water hang on for an adventure
Tensioned in the springing abundant oasis
What is it that draws me to that seabed?
The lust sunk in the pebbled oceanic tides
It's sea reeds tangled to then fade in the waves
Such an injustice of longing that blind and rust

Cascaded souls tensed on deep oceanic waters
A mirage of vivid blueness that never ever dwindle
The sun penetrates to stroke its amber dismay light
Half sheen, partial brightness, the view of haunted stars
Transparency of the wicked gloomy titanic collisions
In the very waters where illusions are our known demons

Outside the greyhound bus station
He passionately kissed you goodbye
You wanted not trust him,love him
Hold him as he strolls in his dreams

Adjacent to his grey polished automobile
You danced and took the paper of his promises
Those crunched word put inside the pocket
A remembrance of moments and painted assets

Ambivalent of his grey gloomy moods
You danced as you needed his gentle touch
He streams in your system like a turbulent waterfall
The build up of rumours, in the pantry the kisses he stole

Innocently he presents a grey leathered testament
A juridification of  how he can leave your system
A speech as a declaration of how he can save you
Take a pace, hold the breath, see his lies on this clear day

A whistle from England sailing 9500 miles away
A lack of comfort and banter, a fight and a bite
A tuck as I reach out over your leaned shoulder

Young hearts who skipped on a rope and tugged
A pull from right to left, a completion for a winner
Locked you in my arms for the longest time ever

Inside my core is the thesaurus and theories you merited
Can you be the priest that initiates a ritualistic Candomblé?
Recite the irmandades as I dally lost at your feet

Darling, I have no pen left to write epistolary and soliloquies
Neither have I got vocals to narrate and articulate speeches
For all we can do is embark and meet in between the shores

Our lips sealed, a kiss

The airport commotion*

The notion of distance

The motions separating

The oceans disengaged

Impeding progressions

Enlightened lightening

The fading phone calls

Evicted complications

Bouncing frequencies

I float in dreams a high

Sandwiched decisiveness

The bubbled head pangs

The battered heart hang

My littered sight fanged

Banged and wrung

A declined mass rolling

Angling insanity hurts

*Fighting gyrating posterity

Broken chains, falling rains
at the crucifix of life we reign
Broken days, trading mails
as a sacrifice of broken days*

Hey you little puppet
take that gun, **** for flesh, **** for blood
Journey on, journey on
take those sins, they forbid to be curse
can you fit inside my pocket?  
Journey on, journey on
pull the trigger, for a thunder in the moments

Broken chains, falling rains
at the crucifix of life we reign
Broken days, trading mails
as a sacrifice of broken days

Hey you little muppet
take that book, re write history, tell us tales
carrying on, carrying on
take those lines,then type them up
are you the truth we should seek?
carrying on, carrying on
as a fiction of the day, for a thunder in the moments

Broken chains, falling rains
at the crucifix of life we reign
Broken days, trading mails
as a sacrifice of broken days

carrying on carrying on
journeying on journeying on
and they cry by the pool of their blood
carrying on carrying on
journeying on journeying on
and the whisper the silence of words

A laughter is just a flight of a moment
made of straws that wither and burn
On the summer it glows and shows
In the winter it faints and hides
awaiting the cycle of redemption

Happiness is forever, a fulfilment
the contextual locked in filaments
When the sun strokes it matches
In the coldness it dances proud
It is ever present and sustaining

Sorrow is a transient melancholy
A thunder strike that disables all
In the warmth of the day it cries
It unfolds like a starving toddler
A disabling concept that lives and dies

Loneliness is a key to happiness
A journey of self awareness and love
It taunts like a recurrent cancer
It screams until lessons are echoed
with infinite possibilities locked to self

You left me with the a bid
a bigger slice of my best
a wish me well that lingers
even longer without your love

Your unformed abrubt reasons
of tainted unsainted failed logic
a wish you well, no hesitations
on the table of untouched melodies

My walls are a brighter emerlard
with stripes of the unmissed kisses
matted with peace and liberation
of torn risks and control measures

My sad blues were washed by the rains
above the moon and over skies above
scouring, soaring, scrapping, summing
in another forever of amaizing lines

That shy labour laden folk
stares in full force tunes
a dogmatic humour
of blunt double edged time
It's as if the tone of the skin
is an artist mix-up makeup
such an angry ignorant world

Dig the ground to depths
Ping the bells in the nights
Ding the **** in sight

In a world where right is wrong
the wrong that is the ethical truth
a shiny death bed with rotten caskets
masks of superior contextual ego
the masters sedated in the graveyards
the rulers selected in dark tunnels
such an angry ignorant world

Trick the graphs in halves
Move the lines in curves
Construct the earth as carves

Line up these thoughts and crunch
That a man is man, his deed maketh him
His action is his absolute character
the colours we wear makes us act
ruthless like dogs in the dead jungle
spit those words, eat the falsified values
starve to see the plentiful truth
Such an angry ignorant world

Paint the canvas of the time
The fallen sense of the mime  
*Un-cleansed humanity dime

Plans derail as the express trail
in fails and frills of different pales
anticipating utter emancipation
at the edge of questionable hedges

Life is a consequential misunderstanding
of missed feelings, prodding in and on
within the podcast of blasting thoughts
withered in circumstances and instances  

Plans derail as the express trail
in figurative condensed formatted targets
of mere chance and dare determinism
at the edge of the unquestionable hedges

The once five year plans are a daily hurdle
of synchronised minutes in tested metric
and now the nine years of wilderness start
featured in circumstances and instances

Drums and hums trance*
as my pen traces
fixtures of pink eroded clouds
as the mount tops explode
to expose the Chamois

The old rocks melts
on the bridge under where
picturesque horizons
meander on scaled slopes
that overturn marvel with wit

The greenery of the forest
and the sound of the bears
evoke my ears
to hear as the rhythm
rapture to capture

The sky diminishes
as the melodious stars
parade and trade
their glorious mystery
of the lost rulers

The Lynxes spotlight
their padded claws
and ***** attentive ears
to hunt, count and punt
*on the paced ranges of the Carpathian

Imperative perception
It was all far fetched, a time when I searched myself in others
No one can ever give me the moment of clarity and serenity
An eternity of peace within oneself, an embody of higher self
This place of ultimate truth and surreal objectification
A reflection of timeless lapses, the laps of completeness
The storms were a taboo, the recurrent flying unquietness
The un-resolving trips and flares of unpolarised magnetic currents
The escape to pristine moments, prestige throughs and peaks
A vision from the drowning sea, me sinking in the whirlpool
I mirrored my own reflection to yours, my 'I' to "you", your 'I" to "me"

Melodious Creeks
The moment called now is my only lullaby I can hear
A whisper so harmonised and crystallised deep in the seabed
A candle light of moment of truth in a rotating crystal ball
The chaos in the jungle have escaped to the peaks of the mountain
Uninformed lands with uniformed pebbles, the shattered glasses
Demons that stood ***** as they pierced and taunted a being

Why did it take so long?**
Lets go the springs and streams of pain, the unending past
It's not a feeling, or logic, its a way of human existence
An entwinement of anthems embellished with peace

Presentiment
***** the barred barricades for me to see your pastures
I can feel the darkness that embodies your soul and mind
A thunder in the unending jungle, jiggling in kingdoms
Reject my sharp vision, I cry your tears as you do mine
I stare at your blur as you submerge in the deep waters
The blackening tunnels with no escape reject my eyes
The icy layers squeezing to escape in your sorrows
The narrowed aisles have become the only island you cruise
The trajectory of our blood realigned in our future sins

Found self?
Listen to the strings adjoining in the basements of the cliffs
The line balancing on the centrifugal pump as it impels to shrouds

Of choices?
Predetermination and judgment of other as I lost a piece of my time
In this territory, I stand at the borderline of my devotion in battle
Holding my rifle and connecting to life and all; me a solider of love
Parading in the landscapes of inhibitions and thought processes
A soul I hold is my only liberation to live fully and autonomously
Eyes wide open, mouth wide ajar as we rise and survive doing our best!

A letter knocks
Knuckled to drop
Conversations features
Reservations deterred
Words so sincere as they read
“At Todi in Umbria, St Illuminata, ******”

She is the one,
A bearer of light
Holding a spear on one hand
Whilst the torch beams the other
She is the one,
A past patron
Holding a script on one hand
Whilst a caution teams the other
She is the one,
Knowing the stormy seas
In between the islands that separate
She is one,
Now an angel with a message
an illumination from the passage
She is the one
The buried meaning in the rumble
Married to the whispering mumble

St Illuminata, the ******
In **** citing recitals
St Illuminata, the saint
In moon a might accidental
St Illuminata, the ******
In a fresco of expressions
St Illuminata, the saint
A disciplined follower

St Illuminata, St Illuminata
Where is the battle
The conflict that never wins
St Illuminata, St Illuminata
The martyr of their holy causes
A magician of confusion
Rolled in the wind of ails
Spreading a blessing of demise
To get attention of his rise
The exploded land mines
Inside the grieve and heaves
Within the signposted graves
The boats that set only to sink
As the gunshots destroy
The ploy on the forts
All the sides of convictions
Inconvenient progressions
St Illuminata, in a convent

You came promising crystal pearls
the ones at the base of the deep waters
polished, untainted and in pure form
Yet the scent of the beauty disappears
in the most conventional raided mist
and all the words are mere words
and all the love is a mere love
for that one spark becomes a limited shine
one that goes up the skies but pours
hitting the grounds as torrential rain
and the eyes are founded by tears
and the mirror of the reflection dissipates
right to the pit of a haunted quarry
as the heart silent in an ailment
as the colour of the soul becomes knotted
locked never to utter lonesome memories

Lay on the pagan rocks,
whisper the ancient gods.
Let the energy transform
and part ways to a past.

A different time where,
lay beliefs were customary.
A place where horses,
galloped and the roses prickly.

A kiss that meant a promise,
the forever that meant it's worth.
The portions that never worked,
but melted love in pungent rocks.

The bitter togetherness in the woods,
the sweeter regrets of the nooks.
A euphoric ****** of emotions,
rendered tones, the lily hues.

Take it all and tie it with cotton,
fasten the rope and compress it.
Neglect us in the highlands,
way over those barren valleys.

I came to your hometown team
inserted in hallucinatory dreams  
inspired sweaty with fused realms
Is it real that you stole Mona Lisa?
At the heart of Louvre in 1911
Is it true that you sneaked her?
was it for a muse or a lover to use?

She would have viewed you sideways
then make love to you at the coffee table
Her beauty enthralled yours in entirely
blending on easel with pencil onto a canvas
Her palate would have swooned your palette  
Her very kiss would have paralyzed in ecstasy
abducting your perpendicular in angular zones

Then you framed it on Guillaume Appollinaire
The poet play wright whom face you just forgot
under the oath, in the sweet name of freeing art
from the prisons of extortionate museums fixtures  
the same exhibitions holding your name and fame
charging fees for a walk around the rhythm of art
a melody not each an every artist will be granted

You made the goddesses and then reduced them to dust
Fernanda soothed the childhood nightmares to lust
Olga the ballerina whom you couldn't share the assets
Marie-Therese the 17year old who hang herself to death
Dora Maar who fought so hard to get your affection
Francoise who left law school for your immortalisation
Jacqueline your passion who you wooed with a dove

Let sleep erode the ground
Rest in its leisurely pleasure
bosomed and entwined

If I whispered over the miles?
would you hear the resonance?
sprinkled with sense of gesture

Let the night overcome the day
Rest in the autumn set suprise
blossomed and entwined

Reality strikes like a gong
stories foretold and whispers take turns
such a wild-fire unrestrained
spreading in empty cases
across the unheard sounds
within the pressure of their minds

Sometimes, time just makes it right
and the sound of the rain
slowly sweeps the prejudiced remarks
as their gestures are suffocated
in the remnants of their insinuations
across my inhabited alacrity

In the whispers of my dreams
I felt their creeping shadows
those words filled with judgement
apprehended inside unreformed reasons
across the many eyes that I see
logged with unmovable and manic chaos

The runaway husbands have no tales to tell
before long their roses dry and the love die
as they tie in strokes of un-diffused confusion
watching the time decay as the tempest night cries

When the morning comes you die again
like that rug that was left for mere disuse
in a field of the undefined and defiled
dancing salutes with an invisible Sultan

Sometimes the questions are unanswerable
and clusters of closure are permissible
as the dim shine glosses to a smooth polish
the suffered broken parts of the strolls unashamed

It all takes times to feel a whole again
and the beat of the drum arise in fiery fumes
Streaming, a-coursing deep in the veins
searching for a surrender to that serene direction

I don't need love
love never needs
It's an illusion
an arrangement
that derailment

I don't want love
love never wants
It's pollen lesion
a depressive disease
awaiting for a lease

I can't beg for love
for I owe no debt
alone I came to live
without butterflies
in a lonesome cave

I can't hurt for love
for I have no tears
or eclipsed fears
moments are a brief
test of one's essence

Silent wind speak those fine words
chase freedom in the meander of a stream
in haste make a pace inside the forest reign
and I met him on a stroll of a Monday afternoon
on a time and land where we once stood
then we felt the contours of one's face
in melodies of what we once held before

Ohh Ohh It's never always black and blue these days
Ohh Ohh It's summer fountain in muse these days

Silent spills whispers the unbroken cord
Lace as his breath kiss and crochet
Rising through my bones and spinning skies
As we long to feel the warmth of each
And our hands entwine and adjoined to love
In peace the two heart caked forms
Talk in beats that trance inside my vein

Ohh Ohh It's never always black and blue these days
Ohh Ohh It's summer fountain in muse these days

Temperature rise in counts of tens
****** the fire in the tongue
Temperature rise in counts of tens
****** the fire in the tongue

Ten years in a fenced cage under the Nile
restrained from the dense of the fish
raided in eventful motions and constraints*
disused from the beautiful living existence
miles of glories and hails of mysteries
the waters swallowed and the hollows
borrowed cries and ails of gloomy sails
green flashes, trances minced and hissed
transpiring the intuitive caskets of energy
the fanning rotor roared harder and wider
further down beyond the extension of being
colluding, protruding deeper and within
cutting lateral slices of time and space
matting the unknown on disused walls
where illegible and delible oaths lays
hidden on rocks and cracks by crooks
As we sat invisible, affixed... telling tales
*Ten years now unfenced, flying over the Nile

Pocket the riff of the strum
hide in the hum,by the cliff
smile at the wall countdown

There is a hole in your soul
at the crossroads of the ends
the confusion within shadows

Bathe inside the current of dreams
pull painfree from the dainty mount
there is nothing that is left to lose

I'll take you to the fearless grounds
wipe the teardrop vile grounding tears
pause the episode of unstoppable rain

I see your hidden gaze in unclear mirrors
In the inbetween of the yesterday lines
Mincing matters on edges of destiny

Pocket the riff of the strum
and stand up unafraid to lead,  
Let the blues melt away all highways

The world is mine to adorn
to fit tightly on it's sleeves
to sit justly on its leaves
as it swings in merry go rounds

The world is mine to view
to slice and unwind at it's feet
to love my own heart alone
as they swing in merry go rounds

The world seemingly can't change
people creep to find it's use
whilst other speed and abuse
as we all swing in merry go rounds

The world has taught me nothing
yet it I can learn something in it
to be free, fearless and dutiful
to escape from its pawns and cons

Dig deep, foot and foot
until the water leaks into a spring
as the ***** of the soil crumble
to particles that disperse

Sometimes a fierce passion awash
merged in an unending desire
a fervour of words and moments
as the time passes tick after tick

Sometimes melodies are wept and warped
weaved within the seams of the unforgotten
until they burst to shatters of glass
to the point of no reverse and return

Dig deep, foot after foot
and this pen always enlivens me
Refixing all the torn pieces
Sorting and blending all the scenes