Black Empty cans No liquid evaporated In the air full of pride Polluted grains of soul Lost their consistency Pure fluids of light Erupts as marshmallow bombs Death squad penetrates deeply Aiming to meet Anubis A Tsunami whirled its wish Passion and glutton declared independence The dream of becoming a parallel nation To co-habit with leukemia of creativity A *** drive 4×4 retired A crippled veteran of passion Bags for the mercy of soulless utilitarian army of human entity Better said plankton a ****-plankton of miserable creatures Even worms and larva are disgusted by our hatred *****, a skunk of fear An eclipse of love that spans for ages From birth to death A spectrum displays its ripeness ******* liberty as blast A dazzling dance of shaped and amoeboid forms of manifestation Truth Bitter the honey with suffer Powder a chamomile with royal jelly and ginseng All of sudden a wind blows Spores of the old pines White The soul of parallel nation of Angeloid Is striving pleasure of life? Lives now Perpetually woofs a rainbow muslin with the divine light Inter-woofed dress Newborn immaculate fellows Perfuming Oh those smell of paradise Mint, Neroli, Oakmoss, Amber A bouquet of divine pleasure And Acacia kissed by a queen bee Yes the queen of Enneagram Of course The work produces sweet essences Oh Sarmouni of our Millennia Melt the cataract-ic lance so they may see the beauty Heal the flu so they may smell fresh ozone A charged circle of light and love Overwhelm Remove the pulp from the reed So may divine tune perform light? Tao May be your torchbearer In the dark valley and by then you may see a spectrum That encircles an infant fear For an eternal life Yet I kiss that that time sequence Where Jin and Jang harmoniously co-habit I a Feng Shui of Love Defragmenter of hate’s files Zipper of dark matrixes Arranger So you may know they do exists So you try them in order to enjoy the sweetness of life’s honey In this porcelain valley Where goodness and mischief Hand in hand are gliding furiously Alas pure the morning with dew of love Oxidize hate with apple vinegar Sing to celebrate both solstices and have a cup of vine That swoon you That filters all starry Cells of brain and ganglia Perfume her navel with rosewater and kiss, kiss, kiss Do a divine Tantra With all visible and invisible and semi-visible spirits Kiss topaz of her eyes Kiss ruby of her heart Kiss diamond of her nail Kiss cooper of her feet ankle Kiss jade of her bones Kiss sapphire of her cells And a flame-y waterfall of hair And a silky *****… Oh…kiss and kiss and kiss whatever belongs to her Make her a necklace With your purest and noblest spermatozoids Then call her as you wish Wisdom, Hikkmah, Sophia Or simply Goddess that makes you Angeloid. —- Arabic for wisdom, we disregard language we are concentrated on substance on quint essence Greek for wisdom