tides of perennial apparitions shape my enchanted wisdom,
moisturised thinking,
the heart of time bleeding with nectar of shy prophecies. The rare design of my being leads me to the godly truth of judgement.

Ghostly tombs flourish the deadly spirits,
and as they reach purification,
their Mother God embalms them with honey bliss,
a war of earthquake kiss.

touch me with your human eye and die,
swirling hallucinations change the thought into unsheathed spell,
petals of vows kneeled into temptation,
the force of the Goddess alleviates the pain of mankind,
deaths after mountains of deaths,
come spirits of the Earth,
I clean and purify your prayers,
today you will succeed beyond your terror,
come feed yourself with virtues from above,
grapes, peaches, roses of the night.

juniper bouquet kissed in fig leaf sensations,
the ******* tang of ****** divine enraptures my eternity,
billions after billions of humans die,
come climb my urges and my thrills,
spirits sailing in heavenly realms,
come touch your Goddess minds,
eyes after eyes of resurrected zeal,
firmly rooted  in apocalyptic prophecies,
stem of fateful cataclysm,
travelling from the sublime branches of the Universe,
I punish the terrestrial injustices with the power of my thoughts.

I am not a human being,
I am the deity of profound perceptibility,
touch me with your terrestrial senses and die,
blessed or cursed for eternal life.



(My autobiographical book will be out soon.)

rose gardens cry the nightly shades,
purple mist covered in grace,
candlelight glimmer undressed by the flood of light,
the forehead of deities clashing on the edge,
smudges of sparkles drunk in uncertain movements,
jam rose kissed in honey bees,
swing of suffocating dreams.


(My book will be out soon, in the meantime you can purchase my first book 'The Allure Of Time' from amazon.)

Also, I will appreciate it if you follow me and support me. I hope you get inspired by my words.

a flower brain across the rain,
scents of love mixed up with rage,
love was the feeling of desires,
an eye so blind in times of anger,
whims boiling heavy rain,
my flower brain can touch, can smell,
forever wet, always in the motion of the mind,
electric juice to pour a web of luxury and vivid gaze,
scarves of woody oils, petrol and water,
steams of refreshing scents indulge the body of your reign,
gentle rose blooming in the void of the Universe,
red petals melting the coldness up above the sky,
the seed, the blossom of science and genesis,
a shore of steam freezing the burning flames of hell,
it’s a heaven of divine architecture,
the throne and treasures of the magic life,
a rose so red, exploding the structure of the Universe,
decimating, vanishing a galaxy,
time’s wonder would melt and wound my lust.


(Buy my book 'The Allure Of Time' from amazon.)