Dear soulmate
No we haven't met
At least not yet
For all I know you could be a princess,
with a golden tiara and attendants
Or the daughter of a peasant,
uncouth and ill-bred in the sight others, but to me, nothing short of pleasant
No we haven't met
At least not yet

Dear soulmate
Last night I dreamt of you again,
a thousand dragons for you I had slain
On my heart you placed your hand,
beaming with joy, oh my fair lady was I glad!
Oh my fair lady was I glad!,
when to the beating of our hearts all night we danced
Fell on our backs and at the stars we gazed,
Oh! their resemblance to your eyes left me amazed
No, we haven't met
At least not yet

Dear soulmate
Beautiful becomes meaningless for it cannot describe you
Perfect ceases to exist for it fails to define you
The universe must have been the one that birthed you
Or an angel from heaven must have sent you
From porcelain clay God must have made you
With his own breathe, life, must have gave you

In my dreams I stare in your eyes
In your eyes I witness the sun rise
As the sun sets I picture you walking down the aisle
Oh daughter of a goddess, in your soul I would love to set sail
Oh daughter of a goddess, without fail, by your side i would love to grow old and frail
No, we haven't met
At least not yet

Dear soulmate
No, we haven't met
At least not yet

Can I have this dance
Please my soul free my feet
Happy you was once
With the abundance of the universe you was in sync
Killing yourself over the half empty
When did you become such a fool
To open your eyes I would if you let me
And help you realise that the half empty is actually half full

I said I understood why you were leaving me, I lied
I smiled as you waved goodbye, alone I cried
Real man don't shed tears, well not to I tried
But how could I not mourn for the love I knew had died...

No, you I do not blame
It's not your fault that you are what you became

I blame it on your beauty that unwisely drove you greedy
Made you crave for attention, painted your transparent world misty
Your mind poisoned by compliments,
Your heart tainted by expensive gifts and ornaments

No, you I do not blame

I blame it on the word blame, why did it have to rhyme with your name
I blame it on the wind, for i suspect away from your mind it blew me
I blame it on everything, even on the very existence of nothing

But you, no, you I do not blame

With the book of ancient laid down on her lap...
And a razor blade held in her left...
She whispered "Amen" ...
And gave victory to depression...

One day
One day I'll be gone
Away my soul will be blown
From head to toe will i wake up cold
And you shall sing it the will of God
From the furthest corner of the  world you shall arrive
I'm convinced to make sure that truly i no longer bear life

One day
One day I'll be gone
Away my soul will be blown
At my funeral you shall grace the public with tears, and in dark corners fill the air with gossip
Dirt on my name you shall smear, "hey, did you know that he accumulated  his wealth through devil worship"
In high spirits you shall sing, get intoxicated and cause a scene
In my coffin I'll lie still, thankful that I didn't write you in my will

One day
One day I'll be gone
Away my soul will be blown
On my grave side you shall yourself gather,
A stranger who claims to have been a close brother
Dust to dust you shall say
Alas, don't forget that every corpse has its day
Here lies a..., praises on my tombstone you shall write
Please omit not the criticisms you wrote on my life

Winters' chill yester-night slid into my room,
Into my room, unannounced, found herself she a place under my sheetings
Allover mine body her caressing, chilly and inviting,
Inviting to my head thoughts of Summer, her last words "one day you'll miss me"
Miss her this day I do not, but her warmth, her warmth my mind keeps recalling, my body needing, my heart desiring
Hatred for her midday scorching heat, long gone is that feeling
Only her warmth, her early morning warmth, Oh her tender nibbles on my skin...

Am I
Am I worthy in your eye
Have I not became an enemy of thine
For they told me friendship with the world is enmity with God
Albeit the world went ahead and bought my friendship with gold
They warned me live by the sword - die by the sword
So I chose me to live by the needle
Believing I could handle the pain of a prickle

So am I
Am I worthy in your eye
Have I not became an enemy of thine
Yester-night attempted in vain to pray
Lo my soul was too frail
Carnal addictions from which I cannot refrain
Profane deeds, what benefits doth my soul gain?

Am I
Am I not the one who made a vow
To hold myself low before you in a bow
"thou shalt have no other gods",
Till in my mind money started feeding me other thoughts
"Seek ye first the kingdom",
No other words could amount in wisdom
But I chose to seek I first my own kingdom
Chose myself a life of imprisonment in riches ,
Rather than living a poverty filled freedom

So tell me am i...
Worthy am i...
An enemy of thine am i...

Yesteryear's greats
Left they the universe impregnat'd with infinite wonders
Had they no regrets?
Dwells on the subject, my mind ponders

Alexander III of Macedon, Alexander the Great
Undefeat'd you in battle you were
Never conquering death as one of your states don't you regret?
Alexander McQueen was it one of your designs, death?
What of you oh kings and queens whose very thrones sat on this earth

Abraham Lincoln abolisher of slavery you were,
To death a slave became you not?
Nelson Mandela peace and humanity, that you striv'd for
With death did your peace you make ?
William Shakespeare a master in the art of words
Weave you your way past death with words did you?

Oh on your deathbed held you no regret
That all your greatness from death could not preserve you

Dwells on the subject, my mind ponders
Surely death knows no great

Drench'd in the blood of mine friends
Drinking from the cup of mine enemies
Cities labour'd for, from sweat built
To smoke I bring, ,no remorse nor guilt
With kings dine do I, from a peasant's toils              
I myself arose
Hang me, why, they do not
Though treason daily I commit under theirs nose

The curse of Prometheus upon them I brought
Except their livers i care for not, but their lungs I've always sought

A rose on my left, a lily on the other side
One I love,
the other I like
To have both is to gain, to lose either a great pain

That which once bathed her drowned her
That which once quenched her thirst choked her to death
The very hands that once upon a time embraced her suffocated her

'till I saved her

That which I once saved destroyed me

Behind the blue, the ruins
remnants of it that once was,

"this is your home", says the lifeless voice,
a withered finger slightly touching the framed image,
an image whose appearance serves as proof of it having seen the wars come and go,
Still barely visible in the image a garden of an unidentifiable flowers' specie,
Behind it what appears to be a house, it's color unidentifiable

"they called it industrialization, yes, that's what they decided to name their warfare against the universe.
Their toxic smoke ascended and from home we without a choice descended", the lifeless voice pauses, coughs and continues.
"Now to Mars they ascend,
to her what they did to earth they will do
Oh beautiful Mars I weep for you,
On your fair body soon there'll be scars
Oh lovely Mars where shall you hide,
for look these aliens now come for you", the lifeless voice dies and with it,
it's source.

Behind the blue, the ruins
remnants of it that once was,
a home

A fortnight ago,
She buzzed in my ear,
I thought it intentional
I thought it her way of sounding her horn,
Announcing she was ready to battle me
All night her stings kept me awake,
My bed our battlefield

The following morning I consulted she who holds the world's knowledge:

Me: Why does she make me her foe, why  does she on a daily basis bring me woe?

Madame Google: Harm to you she means not to bring, your blood she finds vital for reproducing her offspring.

Hence, I summoned her for a meeting,
suggested we reach an understanding
I told her to your heart's content my blood you can drink ,
but in that small little pink room dare you not fly your wings

Today as I write...
In her cradle my princess sleeps, on her little face tiny spots of red
And on the table lies an empty spray can of raid...

A world within a world without
Temptations sought, forth destruction brought
the truth the tongue forgot
to kiss the lips forgot
to caress the hands forgot
Truly a prisoner I became
When to write to me your fingers forgot

Within these walls
To love you my heart forgot not

Without rush she walks down the aisle,
my heart skips a beat
Graceful her every stride,
my mind trapped in disbelief

Not very long ago she was mine,
Not very long ago I was hers
Now I belong to the crowd

And she?,
now she belongs to him