A darkness engulfs my heart
Devouring it's fibers
One big chunk at time

Am lost of a soul,
But a wondering spirit,
With a decaying body

I hate to love,
Love to ****,
And **** for joy

I make bed in a den,
Where my head rests on skulls
Drowning in this pool of a nightmare

A young maiden,
Blooming,
With fair skin

Long dark hair
Swimming,
In a wooden bath

She smells of roses,
Standing within a flaring curtain
White, and lucid

She drips of innocence
Walking unto me
On the oak floor

She leaves tiny prints
Of her ****** feet,
Towards a canopy bed

Where white sheets fall
Like a stream onto the floor
With dotted petals of red

She climbs unruffled,
With a cordial smile
But salacious stare

Crawling slowly
To find my lips,
Kissing lightly

Feeling her cold,
Tingle my warm skin,
About the *****

Before laying gently
Her head on my chest
My hand about her shoulder

Humming to a heart's beat
The hymn of the fallen ones
The tale of a blood brother

With a pounding heart,
Pull me quick into your arms,
Sighing onto me,
The breath from your lips
On my neck,

Around my ear,
Whispering,
"I love you"
With your hand in my hair,
Rubbing me gently

Draw in,
Into your lungs,
The smell of my fragrance
Feel it spread out
Inside your chest

Exhaling into me,
With your lips against mine,
The essence of a thirst
Running deep from within
The chambers of your heart

Crack, a littlesound from the mast
Reacting cordially to the touch of the monsoon
On her old wooden structure
A tender embrace he gives
Stretching wide the black canvas
Whispering tales of the brave
The once beautiful and strong
But now lay wrecked at sea bottom
Harboring souls of the deadCaptain Black and his crew
An old map of the sea
To the lost moving island
Resting the rulers of the sea
The great kings of pirates

Whoosh, gentle waves drifting
Rocking us rhythmically
A musical sensation it feels
Like a fine tune of a classical
Conducted live in the open sea
Trumpets, trombones and tubas
Violins, violas and harps
A symphonic sound for the traveling souls
And as the sea guardians work
Attending to Captain White in his cabin
I stand on the deck
Relishing thecold breeze
Watching the moon shiftOn a midnight sail

I cannot look into her eyes
the soul of a mother long gone

I hate my face in the mirror
I dread the stranger within

My sunken brown eyes are faded
Like the falling sand,
the statue of my self is erased

Life is a joke,
and I'm the clown
I perform to an empty theater,
and laugh at my own shadow

The voices are in my head,
the puppets and the songs
the whisperers and the screams

When I lay in the dark,
alone,

sometimes,
I close my eyes,
to the howls of the demons inside

Mother,
I'm married to the night

Someday I had hoped,
that when I'm done with my acts,

Maybe,
In the heavens,
where you live
We would laugh forever,
Like we always did

It is a crazed world
Where sanity and insanity war
Man tethered by responsibility
Grazing between choices

Choosing a pathway to lifelessness
The black hole of all human life
The one side that we do not know
Pulling each one of us randomly

When man chooses sanity,
He lives to a scale
Set by the society, family and himself
Balancing happiness between all

Hmm! What are a wondering way to live?

Sometimes I do think its easier to be insane
At least then I don't have to play by the rules
My dad a preacher, and mom a judge

Both speaking of hell,
One allegedly ruled by demons,
And another built of stone and bars
Designed for people like me

The sons of anarchy?
She replies, " yes indeed!"

And why do I believe her?
Is it a paranormal feature that all mothers have?
Or they just tap into their children's naivety?
Using sincere eyes that say, all is well

Hmm! A powerful weapon they wield

But anyway, this time,
some part of me still hinges
On the thought that insanity is better
Cause one doesn't have to be tethered by anything

am I demented?
Tell me, really, am I?

I understand that responsibility defines life
It is the soul of sanity
And yet most of those who choose it seem unhappy

Unlike our brothers who choose the later
Living care free and drowning in physical laughter
And yet, them too are not truly happy

Tell me dad, what is life?
Is it the choice of how we make us happy?

And if yes, what is happiness?
Is it that gained by sanity or insanity? Or may be both?
Huh? Tell me

Yours truly,
Markus,
The 10 year old son

Note: I will be playing with Cathy next door
Thought you should know in case you need me
I love her hair and she smells good  
I understand you don't want me to play with her
But I just won't stop
Reason, because I like breaking rules
Love you mom. Love you dad

Long cloak, black hood
A demon you think
Motionless, human like
Standing tall, head bowed
Misty breath, dimming light
The imminent twilight
Disturbing silhouettes
Flashes before my eyes

Tall trees, dark thickets
A jungle you think
Rustling, human like
Chattering loud, foot steps
Heavy drops, closing in
A racing heart
Indistinctive echoes
Whispers in my ears

Loud growl, a beastly phantom
A reaper you think
Screaming, human like
Bleeding slightly, a young maiden
Red stain, white cloth
A purification ritual
Lost virginity
Swirling thoughts in my mind

I know of your flesh
Understand the smooth ways around your river
Meandering through your twin hills,
Into the valley of bliss

A peaking scream,
And a runner's breath,
To catch but a few,
Words between a sigh

Before, rolling again,
Into the chamber of literature
Where plays meet action
And romance colours the sport

Across a finish line
Where silence cheers on,
As the sky curves in,
To leave, but two beings,
Within, the petals of red roses

I hate that I fall in love,
With you,
That you are my friend,
And dread the weirdness,
If you said no
Or yes,
That I become lost,
To how I would act

I mean,
I cast my thoughts
Away from your glamouring smile
The warm innocence in your eyes,
From which I find delight,
Of my reflection,
Picking out snow dust,
From your long and satin hair

You dance,
to a tune of a harp,
Of the winds of youth,
A heavenly *****
Lo,
An angelic body,
Peering through white cotton,
Filmy to a mind's eye

I hate to love,
The way you lie,
The brightest mind,
Forever a master,
In the chambers of my heart
That my soul is to you,
And so is this body
To bleed as you please

Why do I,
Long for you?
Do you even see me?
Perhaps it is, in the stars,
Where you hang as the moon,
And I,  
Am the wolf,
Howling, at your radiant beauty

My soul weary inside her rugs of flesh
Wrapping my decaying bones,
Dry of their marrow, drained,
With a fading taste,
Blurry eyes, a faint scent,
Silent to the surrounding,

The forgotten tune of a true sparrow
Where wishes linger in memories
Of how it used to be,
But hungry for the apple of youth,
Watching a love that drifted away
And the moving arms of a wall clock,
Before I rest in an eternal sleep

The night dawns with it's coldness
And am afraid of the dark,
Will you come lay with me?
Next to me
On this,
The 14th,
Of the second month
I call you mine
Happy Valentine's

mothers

defiance

daughters fallen

bleeding on blades and razors



petals

dresses

blood stains

in the snow



bruised,

in the woods

the truth of her body

savaged by wild flies



a runaway

the girl from the tower

the ***

the money



the drugs

away from her ghosts

into the dark,

her master’s dungeon

"sorry Mum!"

If asked, what is love?
I would say,
"Once found,
Its that you dread to lose."

To care so much,
Until your heart aches
That you feel, and know,
She holds it in her hands

Beating steadily,
Her fingers wrapping around it
Slowly, and tightly,
That she wields the power,
To control your soul

Like a marionette,
You dance on strings,
Like a knight,
You fight on a front line

Serving without question,
Living as a caged soul,
Like a parrot,
Mimicking words of his mistress

And yet, beyond that dark cloud,
Beauty shines like a sun,
Because in your hands,
Rests another beating heart

Fragile, and warm
Yours to use, as you please,
Kingship, and loyalty,
A Queen, reigning against the world

And that,
I dread to lose,
Because, our hearts beat as one
In each other's hands

You are a stream,
Flowing smoothly down a path
Meandering through mighty rocks,
Gently sweeping beautiful pebbles,
Pouring into an open sea

I didn't not see the shadow,
Nor the silhouette of your soul,
But a wavy shade,
Of your heart,
Smiling and tearing
Strings of my own,
That strummed for you,
Toying with their elasticity,
The acoustics of divorce,
Casting a dying passion,
When we played boy and girl
Into a happy never after

The bruises of yesterday,
Still bleeding on this morning,
How we got here?
I don't know.

May be silence is love,
Between to two souls
Heavy with care,
And afraid to ruin the sand castle,
On a beach, that our hands molded

May be the heavens know,
Of legends and their tales
Their peaks and falls
Before painting history
Within the banners of their names

May be we are just one of those tales
Our stars matching from a distant past
Within this present of a milky way
Heavy with clouds of tears,
But smile at the sunrise
And hope we remain, together,
Our souls as one
On this banner of love

She leans against a pine
Slightly above the head,
Her left hand raised,
Touching the tree bark

Her elbow points to my direction,
Her eyes beam with youth,
And her smile warming my cold heart

I feel it beep once again
From one to a thousand,
Rapidly to a zillion,
And I know then,

That I have fallen hard
For the pretty face before me
Partially covered by long dreads falling

Her lips appear so luscious,
A deep red like a ruby
Reflecting the last rays of the sun
Before hiding behind the  mountains

Darkness covers us so fast,
Like a dark cloud spreading a plague
And yet, my delight dies not

But burns bright like a flame,
Of a piece of wood in the jungle
Suddenly blown out by the malicious winds

Then, reality appears to me like a ghost.
In blue and white,
Like, comment, tag
Big letters, "Facebook"

To which I now see,
It was just a pic

And the distance between,
Kept their bodies apart
But not their hearts
Wondering,
In dreams of a fantasy
That befell upon each,
Every night,
As they both stared,
Throughout the midnight hour

Tears soak the shreds of my heart
Falling from the eyes of my soul
Washing clean blood strains,
Of yesterday's wreckage

Our love life, a lost ship
Amidst the vast open sea
Strongly surviving countless storms
Until last night, when all changed

The night was beautiful,
A hollow moon and infinite stars
God's magnificent work of art,
Till when clouds swam in, and covered all

Lightening struck in every direction
And the god of thunder yelled with rage,
Calling forth the typhoon of the western Pacific
Stirring violently, dark clouds

The goddess of the sea raised her tides,
To height like one of the sky,
And then, slammed them onto our deck,
Sinking us into the deep waters

I thought we were dying,
Watched you drop motionlessly
As my eyes shut slowly,
At our ending life together

And yet, opening once again,
To a clear blue sky,
And your beautiful face,
Smiling back at me

Is it a next life?!
Cause I so desire to live with you
So you place your lips onto mine
Kissing them softly

To which I know,
That life, has for sure blessed me with another chance
To create more memories with you
On this lost island,
Where our ship wrecked

The world through a glass of wine,
A ruby refraction of her curvy *****
Round like twin apples,
Luscious and so inviting
Man's undying hunger,
To **** once again on firm ****

Tender skin, soft,
An adventurous hand,  down her belly
Lightly mapping the navel
Before feeling the thread of silk around her waist,
On the hip side, raised slightly as my fingers run,
First slowly, and then quick, to the back of her knee

She moans briefly,
Abit surprised, or excited
the tingling feeling,  sending a million neurons,
To her mind, to the heart,
Racing, a rise in body temperature
As I breath, warmly on her stretched neck

She then whispers,
In a language of the two,
Her eyes rolling, lips wet,
"Sire, we are closing"
"You can't sleep here again,
Taking with her, my glass of imagination

Sad eyes wink in the dark,
Frozen hair masking his face
The lines of grey,
Around his chin to the temples,
Telling stories of his past,
Silently folding on a moldy cardboard
With a running nose
bleeding on the street

am no holier than those before me,
nor those to come after
am a man with an eye
searching for a light in blindness
wisdom, in endless perversions of flesh,
and love beyond corners of graves
the blood of my soul,
that i use to cleanse my past,
of filthy hands and feet,
when the sun rose to cast my dark shadow

Doesn’t everything look stunning?
Shoulders out, black dress
Displaying your youthful body
Firm *******, wonderfully crafted,
An amazing figure line, curvy
White pearls around your neck
A warm smile stealing men's hearts

And yes, it’s all about you
Since the night is so young,
You can run a little wild
While your bones are still strong,
And your hair so dark,
Blowing with the cool wind on your back
And who there is to judge?

What do they know about you?
Except the captivating beauty in their eyes
Like a goddess dressed in gold, glowing
Ancient and yet stunning as ever
All longing to trophy a young and free spirit
Like it is a contest of the quickest
How improper and shaming?!

Their minds empty of reality,
Unaware of the shadow under your feet
Holding within the tears of the past
Carefully hidden in the dark
The long days of bruises, abused,
And cold nights of scorn,
And here they are, scaling your actions

What do they know? Why even try?
But I don’t scale you my dear,
Cause I heard what our shadows told each other
Running images through our minds
Of the days far behind
When all was out of reach
Stretching but unable to touch
Except the thick glass we peered through
As our eyes held wonder
Of the beautiful world beyond

Watch for her fangs,
She digs deep into your throat
Tearing quick through flesh
Like two needles into wool
Easily and noiselessly

Your skin fires to a new sensation,
You then hear angels sing,
Loved ones humming,
A soothing melody like in a cave
Echoes dying out farther

And so you let your eyelids down
To see with the mind,
Cheerful faces and white gowns
Standing around a milky fountain,
Overflowing onto the snowy floor

Streaming slowly into a little pool
Lying in it, the white queen
Visible, the smooth skin on her thighs,
Appearing briefly as she turns,
You swallow hard and loud

Her long white hair falls on the shoulders,
And just enough to cover the twin deer
But not what your mind can see
The perfect curve lines running around them
Appearing soft like cotton candy

She raises her hand, grabbing yours
Pulling you slowly into the milky pool
Letting you sit between her legs
As your back rests in her chest,
Your skin rubbing smoothly against hers,
Wrapping her arms around you

Your head rests on one shoulder
Her mouth close to your ear,
A gentle whisper, hissing lightly,
Steadily calming your heart beat

You feel the warmth of her breath,
Like steam from a cup of hot coffee
Moisturizing the skin on your neck
A point when it all freezes

The humming stops,
Fountain freezes along with the stream
And suddenly, a prickle like,
Sharp and intense,
But only for a second

Then time runs again,
A single drop of red,
Splashing into the snowy pool,
Slowly, it appears to dissolve
But fades not

And suddenly, a rumbling
Sweeping through like a wave
A moment when all changes

Many black cloaks surrounding
Red spreads quickly from the tiny drop
Filling up the pool, into the little stream,
Then the floor, and lastly the fountain

Her long hair now looks deep red
The air smells dead, metallic
Her breath and flesh, cold
She howls, flashing her fangs
And the shadows cheer

The vampire queen!!!

Rivers of sorrow
Valleys of shattered souls
Stolen childhoods,  
Self interests of the masters

Beastly hunger,
Rewarded narcissism
Luncheons of meat and wine,
Decaying flesh and blood

Tainted,  fine fabric,
Disgusting games of folly
Echoes of hypocritical laughter,
On neatly furnished wood

And hidden gold daggers,
Windowless stone houses
An assassination burglary,
Lone dark nights, long

And clothed in honor,
veiled in arrogance
Despicable faces,
Masked with expensive makeup

suffocating perfumes,
A rising air across the gold mines
The soulless humans
The slave masters of the century

The truth is the sun
burning through layers of faces
my graciousness
and alienation from god's ways

your bleed heart
strained within my web,
another prey,
sniffing illusive poison
from my painted daisy

true,
am just a flower
beauty lasts not,
but fades,
to bring a winter's cold

an addictive intoxication,
the aromatic jades,
where white, pink,
and purple petals,
colour the sky

into a grey,
the girl beneath,
A thousand years,
of tears and heartache
when her lover,
walked away

If love is wrong,
she hugged onto its wheels,
To hell's gates anyway

What has, or to be,
is beautiful
just a flower
that we love till it withers
into petals of sadness,
or memories of a worthwhile

A master's whistle commands,
On a hunt, to the hounds,

To chase and not fail,
The deer's blood scented trail

Scraped by a swift arrow,
Flying through the nest of a true sparrow

Tearing apart,
The hatchling, from it's young spirit

The broken soul of its mother,
And bloodstain, on her quill feather

rusty spoons,

broken chandeliers,

wasted berries,

empty glasses

dead wine


a love that fades,

faster,

than I could drink

cold,

but longing


the pleasure of nothingness

the touch of nothingness

the sound of nothingness

the taste of nothingness

I lay on the ground,
Watching the blue sky,
As clouds swim gently,
Varying shapes spontaneously

I listen to the hissing wind
Brushing lightly on my face,
Eyebrows and curly hair
Whispering her name in echoes

It resonates clearly in my mind
Creating vivid images of her
Projecting them onto the open sky

They run one after the other
Creating a motion picture of sort
Seeing how gracefully she smiles,
I get lost in every inch of it

Her lips appear tender and shiny
A perfect alignment of snow white teeth
Just like the clouds above

Her gaze, so enchanting,
And like a flying arrow,
Straight into my glass heart,
Cracking and shattering
Aching with desire

Her dark hair, long and plaited
Twisted strands falling to her back
Appearing satin in the mid sunlight

She bows her head slowly
And raises it cordially
Like an ancient goddess of a kind
Symbolizing beauty and fertility

Her body, young and strong
Perfect curve lines running,
Stretching out her white linen dress,
Appearing like a second skin

And her natural skin?
smooth and immaculate,
A chocolate complexion,
Fusing with that of her dress
And not in an actual blend,
But an astonishing graphic work of art

And like sound from many bells,
Melodic and rhythmic
Pure and steady
She sings warmly
Healing hearts of they that hear

And her name,
Isabella

I feel so alone
With a silent mind like a night,
But like cars along an idle highway
Sounds of resonating thoughts
Waving through a dark road

They howl,
Haunt,
and torment
The tranquillity of my soul
Lost on a voyage
Searching for myself

I yearn to awake,
to rays of a beautiful sun
With my woes in the shadows,
Of yesterday's winds

Blades and roses,
Wrists and razors,
Laying inside a tab,
With a flaming candle,
Shining upon the ancient letters,
Of a divine scroll

I dig my own pit,
Yanking my own chains,
Around my neck,
Toes,and hands
To love the pain,
If its all, there's to feel

But even so,
It was the light,
That moved away,
To blur my shadow,
With the night,
When my moon rose
But fell with her stars
The ghosts from my nightmares

We were grains of rice in a sack,
By a hand we were pulled out,
Cast upon the earth,
That we may bear more grains

And now, we grow differently,
On soft soils and hard rocks,
During warm days and cold nights
A dawning harvest we wait

In vast valley of knowledge
Flows the river of understanding
That the truth shall be seen clearly
Through the eyes of the wise
Unveiling mysteries of the past
To explain marvels in the present
And foretelling events of the future

A lone maple tree of wisdom
Stands firm in the riverbank
Gracing brilliantly in the valley
Absorbing understanding with its roots
And producing sap in its trunk
So sweet on the tongue
That man may taste of it
And live truthfully with his lips

am no student of art
but paint with the strokes of my heart
at the beat of its drum
the blood on my arm
dripping from it's fist,
in a dance at a feast,

a bonfire, a hollow moon,
a reaper's scythe, a large spoon,
digging with my nails,
to blur my trails,
that when the sainthood comes,
to bleed my palms,

I stand justified
my ego satisfied
in a pouring rain
that eases my pain
when my soul rampaged in vengeance
and seeks not the house of repentance

Tormented, deranged,
The world from upside down
Walking on a silver sky,
Looped in luscious echoes,
Reflecting memories of her silhouettes

An angelic beauty of youthfulness
The streaming river of honey
Down her fountain of ecstasy
From where I drunk cups of pleasure
Tethering my soul to her trickery

I now burn from within,
A fire dragon of intoxication
Boiling cells in my blood,
Racing through my now rusty heart,  
The rising temperatures of addiction

speaking of a beauty unseen
the ruby lips florescent,

a flower,
sprouting

from a withering stem
the fragrance
that seizes
the midnight breeze---

the lily of the valley,
her delicate petals
like crystals
of the stars---

her moonlight smile,
a treasure
in the secret chamber of the mind
and upon a silent winter night,

she dances,
her hair like a feather,
to the tempo

of her lover's frozen breath

So I stayed awake,
last night,
Couldn't sleep
Kept thinking
About us,
How far we've come,
And how far I wish,
Praying,
We could walk together

Hand in hand,
Silent,
happy,
Smiley hearts
Around a rose garden
Chasing a twilight,
a firefly,
Under a full moon
Within kissing leaves
Whispering hymns of the wind

Maybe
Melodies of change,
Sweeping like plague,
Devouring our souls,
Into an oblivion,
Where our hearts beep for another
Not for me,
Or for you,
our thoughts,
far from our memories
This dread, quaking

The delighting whistle by a wood-pewee
Announcing a brand new day ahead
As the sun shot rays through your window,
Falling on your chubby cheeks as you slept

A wonderful world you thought
Remembering the dark yet beautiful night
A shooting star and the hollow moon
As the crickets played their symphony

Stronger, your bones grew
Your skin glowing beautifully
Half an inch taller than yesterday
Admiring your body change everyday

Dreams grew bigger each night
A doctor, a president, a star
You desired to be everything
And why wouldn't you be?

A young heart with wild dreams
A little soul yet highly spirited
Welcoming everyday with excitement
Adventuring in love, appreciating nature

So young and innocent, naive
Hatching slowly out of your shell
Facing the bitter cold, and hot world
Freezing and melting your dreams as they appeared

Now you sit silent on the beach
Watching the sun fall into the sea
Leaving you alone to the cold night
To fall asleep and dream once again
Of your childhood paradise

The blades of betrayal cut deep,
Through the fabrics of the heart

A world never the same again
Contrastive, a true self revealed

The hypocritical roses of love,
Lying in these webs of deceit,

Lured by soft words of a smooth tongue
To be broken at the cliff of bliss

Now, fallen to the dark world of the unforgiving,
A vindictive soul garbed in tatters of trust

"choose to be happy for

the

stars

are always shining

even behind dark clouds"

And when my shadow changes color,
From faint to darkness,
It is then that I live pure
Standing under bright sunlight
Leaning against integrity
That my face shall be seen by all,
Across mountains and valleys,
Beyond seas and lands

The prince is a frog
Kiss his lips lovely princess
Live a Disney dream

I feel the cold of the morning
And I know of your heart's longing

You wanna roll with me?
For that's fine by me

How about we do this all day
Forgetting woes of your yesterday

Drying wounds and tears
Far away from your fears

Making love under the rain,
To ease your soul's pain

For sometimes life is happiness,
Even within one's weakness

That in the arms of a darling
forever is never changing

Echoes of falling roses petals
Like bangs of a huge temple bell
Shockwaves across the open sky

Birds wildly fly into a dark cloud,
Suffocating on hate and rage,
Declaring a vengeance that runs deep,

Of a lone soul on a lovers' street
Vision blurred by the teary eyes
Eroding slowly, the heaviness of her broken heart

the world forgave me,
but just one person,
myself

no house of God,
man of faith,
or divine scroll
preached my salvation

and with a moving rope
bruising my neck
I found no soul,
to aid my sinking self

but a million sad faces,
trapped in shadows
of what they called light

with the left as a right,
and the right as a left
that the center,
was but a dream

and with the scars of a past,
itching, and bleeding
peeling our own flesh,
beneath our broken nails,

an awareness estranged
trying to erase,
the slates of our distorted minds

to mark the graves,
of our lost souls
the cries, of our wounded hearts

When what we see is real,
We sculpt perfection

Refined chimeras,  
Hunt us by night,

Masked behind shadows,
Of trees along the road to a cemetery

The lady in a white dress,
Bare feet, boiling skin

Her long dark hair
Slutty all over her face

And a butcher's knife,
Shining under a moonlight

That is not blood, right?
And why is she walking this way?

Aaaaaaaaah!!!
Am awake

A tapestry of mosaics,
Of Autumn leaves,

Floating down calm waters
rays of a morning sun

The lady in a black dress,
Out the river of youth

Her crystal skin,
With a radiant smile

Colourful eyes,
And wet golden hair,

Down her shoulders,
With splashing waters

As she walks towards me,
And lo,

Am awake,
This time,

For real
Am I happy or sad?

The secrets of his soul
Hidden within the fabrics of the night
Away from the shame of the sun

He takes subtle steps,
Searching chambers of a *****,
From rays of a hollow moon

A wise man he imagines
Feeding his Frankenstein,
To quench his boiling lust

Oh! An Intelligent fool,
A beautiful noose he winds
Around his frail neck

Tethering his reputation,
On a decaying post,
To become but a slave,
When his past comes to light

They were not blind
They just lacked eyes
Never knew a single ray of light
Worked a full clock, until they dropped breathless

And they were not deaf
They just lacked ears
Never heard a single wave of sound
Listened to their own thoughts scream

Yet, each had a mouth
An unquenchable hunger
Driving their minds,
To whatever it is that they could eat

And while at that,
Some mumbled,
Others screamed
To themselves and others

It was a disturbing imagery,
And many indistinctive voices
That my head spined endlessly
Swimming through countless thoughts

May be,
humanity was lost,
To the long structures touching the sky,
Beautiful vessels floating on water,
Amazing crafts flying in the air
And the astonishing world of tech

May be,
while trying to be better,
We fell deep down an abyss
That now we need implements of war
To guard our own interests,
From a brother next door

Skies spread wide with dark smoke
Land eroded to the bottom seas
lakes filled with oil spills
And bodies lay within ruins,
Soaking the ground in child blood

yet, we look into each other's eyes,
A firm handshake, beautiful smile,
Talking about the future,
The one we've strangled with our hands
And leaving our filthy prints on everything

Should say, we can clean our mess,
But yet, time itself offers not enough to correct our ways

But pass down the responsibility,
To a boy in blue boots,
And a girl in pink shoes,
To clean the remains of a generational mess

“No,” he said,
“I want to see how you roll yours eyes when turned on,”
“Biting your lips and your voice smoother than the dust of falling snow,
Screaming within a peaking ecstasy.”
“To see your soul in the white of your eyes,
And your heart in the brown lenses within.”
“Pounding to the thrusting movement between your thighs,
But gentle, to raise your spirit,
Into the sky of dreamers…”

I cuddle the night,
Embracing his warm covers
Over my wounded heart

Lonely, broken,
Shuttered,
And bled

That it aches,
Screams,
And sobs

Echoing within,
the corners of my soul,
When I sold me
Into slavery

A bartered exchange,
Of hearts
That you toyed with my own
While I handled yours
With a mother's hand