You are not worthy,
you are no man,
my heaven is refusing
to lend you it's hand.

Ten laws we abide,
through deserts and myths,
though three is our number
you can't call your's six.

Traditions of sorrow,
based solely on dust,
such perfect little stories

Who could refuse to trust ?

Organs in a bag
tanned white
by repeated care.
Shaped into
living marble,
too few round edges
hint and suggest
hidden spots
secret, private
ones fit together
each, adding to
a part, all adding
to a whole.

The hole,
the one and only,
though the one
like oh so many.
It could be yours,
if you had the guts.
It's in your reach
if you crave it enough.
Remember there is one
just and deserved word
we fit onto
such madness:
that is
r.

Venus is a saint,
you are just a dog.
She shall protect
the treasure,
she will keep it safe.
Hidden behind curves
and edges,
it will keep
you late.

The clonds
underneath
their feet
start to turn gray .

No one notices until a young
chérubin stops to say

Lord, the night is upon us
should we fear her ?
for she is getting near.

All stop and look,
in amazement
as for the fist time since creation
the light over their head starts
to turn back to black
and some angels can't stop
from running overthe clouds
falling to earth,
escaping the black menacing track.

That day, the sun on heaven set .
Dark gloomed and stormed ahead
unstoppable onto the bretheren set
all together their father at it's head
all frightened, looking
helpless while the gold on the gates
were muffuled into ***** bars of yellow
some eyes firmly closed, faces
frozen by the abscence of the natural halo
eyes all wide open mouths shut
others whispering in the light the of night
" Father! Flee should we not? "

The next day,
the mesterious
dark monster's tail had finally
passed over the horizon
Light could come back to heaven
but did not leave without planting turmoil
in paradise's still trembeling soil.

Between the surviving angels
a terrible secret was being whispered
between pauses of scared pointing
and panting breathing ..

Uriel had seen something terrible.

As the dark covered the sky
with it'sobscuring veil..
In all the horror of the panic
that followed the lost of the light
Uriel saw something that wasn't right.

God, father of all angels was looking
straight ahead at the approaching
and menacing beast,
arms simply resting
on his knees.

his glorious lips began trembling
and as another hundred
angels fell desperately
to their death
hoping to find rest.
Uriel saw a single tear roll
like one of God's fallen angels
from his cheek onto his knees
staining with the divine liquid
on one of the libraries scroll.

So God had shed a tear..
The Angels knew now
the bell would toll .

Yellow, grey black and white,
the only colors filling these grounds .
Here, no familiar animals turn around,
life's worst enemy is the world itself
a place where nothing
is ever safe and sound .
Lives only what can endure a living,
Survives only what can find a daily serving
of another living thing,
for food
before eating it rapidly
as to not attract
the four, five
sometimes six eyed
rats
and not end up deceived,
caught, in another one's
trap.

Nothing living for three hundred
meters around..
Except a small three legged snake
maybe what used to be a lizard.
Our little friend quickly disapeers
into a valley of mountains of concreet and cement slabs,
escaping the dangerous air
he is getting back quick
he needs to reach his lair
suddenly, on the way he stops.
Dreaming?

Staring at an familiar old strange logo
frozen in a rock reading :
2132 Champions the mighty Red socks.
Not knowing letters
the lizard makes it's way,
creeping through a crack in a bathtub
to reach its destination and stay,
a skull used as a house,
a round rock of bone
filled all the way
with sand, not smiling because
the toxic air has eaten up all
of it's fake teeth,
looking at an old piece of rust
it still forces itself a grin
like if wanting to say "Smile I must !"

Our lizard stops,
his eyes wander around
the ground although sand
is the only thing to be seen
here with concrete.
It has been a long time since
our lizard hasn't met another
of his race.
It wasn't the same when
he was just a child,
things move at such a pace!

Our lizard is now getting sleepy,
his eyes fall as his plated
neck stays straight.
When shall he find food ?
Will he find food ?
Will he be eaten, will he die ?
He asks himself in his old fractured scull,
before stoping ounce again
to close his eyes and listen
as he always loves to do,
to that same acid and toxic breeze
flowing on top of the blocks.

And although he should feel
happy, although he feels distressed,
he can't help to believe :
"What a mess !"

Brother raven
missed his mark
ounce again his
beak meets bark
Angry, hungry
nothing to chew,
he is coming
after you.

Huge dark cross
tearing the sky,
blue behind black
right over your back.
Watch him roar,
hear the thunder pour,
as the raven summons more.
Thumbling in the rain
all this running done in vain.
You hear the famous beak
clap and snap
at your ankles
just as they eat
the beaten track.

Black, Scream, Shriek, Red,
another Indian lies there dead.
The forest summons him back in
with a horrible silence from within.
Blood spills down the feathery chin
presenting its most thankful grin.
Meat, raw meat, blood and gore
will make the raven
want some more.
So hide your wives
your sons, and necks
and prepare yourself
for summer next.

Hymths of wild hearts,
laced fresh with fruit and bark.
Knots of light hair
loosely tied together,
as birds in the fountain leave
feather after feather.

A *** of jam
black with sugar,
covered lid means lick it all over.
Berries, peaches and death,
are all targets for theft.
The three seem pleasant,
under the moon lit crescant
but Jacob and Jesus said Wait!
Do not bite the bait!
For the reaper's never late.

Afternoons turns into years,
from the cracks of bitterness
spill our tears.
It leaves damp, shameful spots
nothing can contain them.
except tombs or pots.

The jeweller's creations
lies in a mansion,
the servant eye the gold produce,
for with all their logic
it can't reach use.

Let's get out.
Let's take a hold of our lives
and bring it together.
We can live in a cave and
we'll change in summer.
Just don't abuse of nature's gifts
for what you take it here's and if
you get lost scream out loud for
leeches will **** blood
through the ground.

A empty *** of jam,
still black with sugar.
lack of jelly means open another.
Worries. Prayers, dire death.
Are the only problems we have left
The three seem poisonous
under the empty sky
but Jacob and Jesus said
Go on. Try !

Hymths of wild hearts,
laced fresh with fruit and bark,
open the gates let's sail the wind
And **** the sugar out of sin.