Had annexed small
things. I am climbing god
without display like a fascist.

Who was a citizen
in no country. You demonize
all the good men telling the truth.

My habits are shining.
I am forgetting myself to become
an ethnic, not praying embrace.

For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms
of clouds. Only to fall back with tears.
The glazing authority of moon
hangs on the poverty of spiked wisdom.
Betrayal is the norm of celestial thinking;
how can you accept a dropp of death?

What is your motive
in watching the pain?
A path, a tunnel,
a precipice. The collage of purity
has the innocence of sorrow.
And truth, sails like a phoenix.
There is complete silence.
The flameless fire collapses
lapping up the anger.

Pouring out all the heart beats,
emptying the mind
darkness lowers the wheels
between muscles and bones.
Your body is eaten half by dusty thoughts.
Claustrophobia chokes the little stanzas
you are afraid, some one cares for you.

Erotica will ******
the walking fern. Between stamens
and stigma style sways.

The pollens have something
to say to the moon. Why is moonlight
opening the eyes of blue china rose?

This was very incredible.
Love has many faces. But the
obsession always bites cobra.

It was the geometry of the
circle. Something was fishy in collecting
the knowledge of undying. You were your enemy.

You say time to become
warrior. Spell it out, the ****** of
unarmed black birds.

You must move. Don't
stand like a milestone. Will you try avant-garde
to read the footprint of tall humans?

Today it is pain vs. pain. Some times
it is difficult to taste the words. How many
lives will pass through many slurs?

Between the instinct and the
genius stands a wall. Memory will swipe
away the war of blood and salt.

Ah the incendiary mind
of a broken man will give a parting
kiss of natural end.

I ask the kismet,
do you know how to die? It inundated
my heart and tired eyes.

Ah, the civility begs
the ending. You have to learn
from the burning pyre. It is sanctimonious.

The day becomes very long.
The Sun fails to dip and the ocean has
all the organisms blind in deep.

Asphyxia. Too many
words. They scream. The voices
dominate. Truth dies. New cults

Your mind revolves
The debt of unknown handsfor
human suffering belongs to rich temples.

In your half shut eyes
I will encounter your tears. One
day my impatience will come out.