I don't feel any blood
Running through my veins;

The pleasure is so embracing that
I could get rid of myself.

There are no more tears running down from my eyes;
Even in sweet times,
I can be dishonest with my life.

I do not try to catch the fire with my fingers;
My soul would be so weak
If the heat burns me up.

I will never die among plastic sirens;
I have wandered centuries ago to know that,

Love can be twisted
If we drink up from the wrong cup,

And a kiss can be betrayed
If we don't learn how to observe
With our heart.

What else can I do
If you still deny your true nature?

What else can I say
If you're still stabbing to yourself?

Not in vain,
The Grace is covering us,
In which the false kiss is getting naked,
For submerging us
Into the abyss.

Let's revive the Old Divinity!
Let's awake the New Tablets!

The Patience is just a helmet
Whereas we're accustomed to feel
The same heaviness;

And words only serve
To announce a sweet pain.

How I'd like to scrub my heart
To succumb around the superfluous religion!

How I'd like to shake my spirit
To procreate a new god!

The Earth does not call to the ones who are ghosts.

I have walked along centuries ago,
To know that the divine isn't gotten
By repressing the Beauty;

And also to be sure that,

If Spirituality has no direction to follow up;
It will become in Madness.

Mountain of Flesh,
Breath of Spirit;

Even in celibacy,
I cannot forget such dancing
Around my skin.

Even in dreams,
I cannot sing the Psalm of Grace,
In which the thorn is swept aside
To give birth
A new love in my heart.

Could I contemplate your glory,
And not desiring
Whichever my mouth eats?

Could I get caressed by your hand,
And do not long
My demon devours you?

Just a smile can draw a destiny
Which is marked by two living islands;

Just a blood drop can restore a wasted life
Which was lived among acid and poison ivy.

Sometimes,
It's better to get drowned
Into the Well of Serpents to know that,

Living in the body is not the way,
To become exceptional,

And also to realize that,
The arrogance is like an ape
Pretending to be a god.

The pleasure will be embracing such a way,
Our vision Is transforming our souls.

I have come to swim
In your red veins again;

The song is silent
Among the twisted shadows.

Do not try to disturb the intensity
By following the common sounds;

The love will be more honest
If you let your feelings go.

A god's mirror is made to be reborn
In which a goblet's fire isn't enough
To change your soul!

Words may fly
Around the dark crowd,

But the feather that writes the truth
Will give you the pleasure to live
A joyful night like this!

On the silence,
My heart is shouting loudly;

Perhaps a new inspiration is a new picture,
Of my existence;

I'm still desiring a new sword,
To make my Fate,

But I still need to know when,
Should I throw my golden seeds;

I won't create angels of plastic anymore;

The voice that surrounds my body,
Doesn't make any difference,
Between Beauty and Spirit;

The blood that makes my soul dancing,
Does not create a barrier,
Between the Gods and the Poets;

Just an illusion can get me a unique style,
To waste it among the herd,

But my eyes are still smiling,
For now I know,
That everyone is able to find their way;

And yet to see,
The changes across from them;

So now on,
The wisdom is singing among the flowers.

Let me swim through the fire river!
Your lips are sweeter than the honey!

Let's dance to the Arabian music's rhythm!
Our heartbeats claim for a naked ritual!

Even in a hidden temple,
The Gods will be willing to come along,
And sing an old Psalm;

Whereas through my blue prophesy,
Your eyes will shine under the pale moonlight.

May my whisper be your guide,
May my sword be your strength;

Not in vain,
Your red angel requests you a loving smile,
To succumb before your sadness.

I only feel hunger for the stones and the wind;
Never an inspiration is more than enough,
And the senses are much alive when
The night is crying with anyone's wrath.

I'm walking over thorns and blood
In which the pleasure is just a song
For an eternal dance;

Fire and earth are the nourishment
For the stolen innocence;

I'm feeling some presence behind me;
The ghosts are warning me about.

This sensation makes me feel like a shadow in the sunlight,
And I want to scrub the heaven
For all the Hell given to me
As a blessing.

On this day,
Any belief could keep me alive;

I just know that I need to survive;

It's a human voice,
It's telling me I'm not cursed,
It keeps me breathing,
In spite of I kissed the Death;

What it's a Sin for some ones,
Is a Miracle for others;

There will be a shadow that wants me
To sing along,
So I will never say that Life is a torture;

She is the Red Whip that takes shape
On my naked arms.