the rain that falls in the summer

or the sun that shines in the winter

the words of a lover at sea,

whispered over the deck,

to a lone seabird,

flying to a dry land

where my heart remains

Walking on a boulevard
My silent self around strange faces
The city of lights
The Arabian beats
Paint a modern art,
And cast a new man in the sand

I am getting familiar within these sky walls

the moving lights

an endless self reflected in the surrounding mirrors

the narcissistic face

the joy of smoke illusions

spreading before the moonlight

in an opera

dancing for a mute audience

i don’t know the way of the sky

i am a bird of the wind

feel the brush on my skin,

my quill feather may fail



a canvas of white spreads,

above the clouds,

a worthiness to live,

a worthiness to die



a penny tossed from the sky

from birth to death,

the faces of gods

and the hope to live the heavens

Flames light inside
Thirst runs deep
A wanting to want you

Veils of lust
Scatter petals of blood red
Smoke essence of painted daisies

A six and a nine,
A heaven and a seven
A beautiful dungeon

Smell the flower of youth
Fine berries dripping honey
A warm skin washed in a bath of milk

A harmony of forest sparrows
Pants wolves under a full moon,
The blood of a deer,
On a blade of a ****** grass

Petals of sin
A cold breath from his soul
Frozen,
The fountain of tears

A Line of ethics,
Between church and man
Is the truth a mystery?
Or a divine a canvas?

Stretching the skies,
That the light is but what he sees,
Given time and place,
The shadows of the moon

A part of a painting,
Prejudice or nothing,
Pulling to oneself,
The plague of a propaganda

Giving guns to the church,
To let a child live death
The reality of a cynical world,
Lost in the fumes of the black gold