I came to die for you
But your heart is already taken
Your misleading eyes sung broken harmonies
Your words filled my swamps of wonder

Come join me
Come to my endless opera in sky
Come, ooze my prestige
Come, defy my sinister pride

Out here in the desert, we’re lost
Tempests to us will accost
The dunes mocked us restlessly
The clouds gave birth to sober music
Deflecting the frayed light

Spill the sand to make some sense
Said father time
The reels of life are running fast
The frenzied sun bowed silently
A dark procession of heavy sullen thoughts
Drums are running cold
The fire in my heart you’ll enfold

A trinity of love that cannot be unseen
And I’m stuck in between
An ephemeral grace
Numbed insanity
Love take away my love
I’d love to love you, love
But you’re out of sight
Loneliness was the sign
I’ll be sailing with stargazers forevermore

Brute dreams
Mystic nights
Night of passion
Night of devotion
What songs do you have for me ?
Behind your dark cold lips
The moon have written reams and reams of stars
Why can’t you take me under your sleeves ?
Why can’t you make me disappear ?
I roamed in the nights of cold
And secrets now you must unfold


Parisian nights
Flowering stars
My love, I’m lost
Your name in my heart is embossed
Tell me why
Why should you cry ?
When will I die ?
You’re an angel to descry
Alexis
You’re the reasons why


God ?
The gleam in your eyes
Lucifer ?
In your moist kiss
Hope ?
In your tempting smile
My heart ?
Drowned in your tears
You hair ?
Golden fields of lust
Warmth ?
Between your arms in a tangerine afternoon
Elysian love ?
Tattooed in my heart
Sunset ?
Whenever you close your eyes
Soporifics ?
Your humming hush
Morning mist ?
Your delicate breath
Chaos ?
In the inks of your iris
Infinity ?
Without you meaningless
Intoxicating ?
Your tender words
Mesmerizing ?
Your gentle touch
Sheer ?
Your burning gaze
Devastation ?
Since you’ve been gone
Isolation ?
My life so far


As I linger
With no hand in the clandestine destiny
The quintessential fear of death Became the marrow of my dreams
Ash to ash
Dusk to dawn

The shadow of the earth is growing old
The children of the grave are growing bold
Trade your hard earned money for a handful of prayers
Live softly what’s left unaware

You’ll try to cry
You’ll try to die
They’ll follow you till the end of time
Can you feel it
Can you feel the static sun
Empowering your glory
Weakening their gloom

The dried wolves
Are out for a hunt tonight
And fear in your heart they’ll ignite

Traveling all the time
I can’t stand still
I’ll run the world till I get my trill  

Silky is the moon upon us
Bone chilling is the blizzard in your heart
Devastating are the shattered visions from the future
Screaming violins up on the dancing hill
Fiddling a blue moon

The sun boils the water as it rise from beneath the sea
The symmetrical cities are swirling and twirling far away
Red are the nights full of pleasuring pain

The silent alfalfa
The blue field where words are grown
Wheels within wheels are my words
A  mosaic of pithy thoughts
Swift day dreaming

This is just a phase
Everything belongs to the past
And eventually nothing will last
From the womb
To the tomb

We’ve accomplished grace
In the eternal august night
To unchain a soul that is contrite
Her soft touch gave men a pleasurable fright
She made me endless dry nights
With a twist of the forthright sunrise.

I’m wondering
I’m wandering
In your vast spacious eyes
I’ll find exile in your fragrant dream
I’ll watch your promises steam
In the waning night
I felt the lunging freedom by the touch of your hand

To the glimmering dusk
We’ve failed to alternate
To the passing bliss
We reasserted
To your musky perfume
Angels tried to elaborate

Frozen words of wonder you maimed
A love hitherto acclaimed
Wintertime is upon us
Memorabilia
Worn dour faces
Grazed by memories

Wintertime is upon us
Lenient breaths
Defying the freezing weather
Like white cotton bursting into the air
Numbed fingertips
And cold lips
Winter was the season of you heart
Winter became the season of my life

Now loneliness is my last supper
The ice for my heart will scupper
I’m alone amidst the feral waves of sobbing
And my heart is drunk with its salt
The crescendo will exalt
Now I must repent
For the placid lament