O, for thy love O God, for I who knew
the Beginning; how love rings far and true,
saved for the mighty! Yet thou o’erthrew
the splendid and far powerful, in lieu

Of ash and bones, all particles hence scarred,
how flawed, thrice ******, which no mercy should spare!
Yet thou chose locusts o'r the Morning Star,
and thus remain in Hell did I declare:

Wage war on heaven, tear apart the ‘verse!
Look hard, O God, at love misplaced. To prove
thee wrong, come see thy love in the perverse.
Apologise and I shall yield forsooth.

Despair doth drive me far gone honour’s binds,
so past the calm begins all horrors' kinds.

It was upon the whim of an ancient cataclysm,
  That brought forth the faith of naturalism.

The praying of saints and sinners alike, whether in the grave or still full of life.
  A judge of true light to be heralded as grand,
  Receives the effort of an avenging plight.

Remember in darkness where the truth lies, as it lies in the beholder's eye.
  Trick our souls into feeling the withering cause of death.
With one last stroke we shall take expel our breath.

Break down these barriers and how they exist,
  Make all divinity crash down with it.
What gods may conquer, they shall never control.
     For the armies of faith and secularism will be in turmoil.

I believe we create constellations
Interstellar agraphum
We used to have strong faith in what we are
Yet we seem to abandon our entity
For raising our long forgotten Menchheit
We might be divine
Devilish
We might indeed wield what makes us human
But that is not truth we carry
There is a method in bearing our madness
For sake of our mothers
As well as our fathers
For sake of this ****** human kind
We are mad
cerebrosus
Beings created from golden tears of what is above
We were never meant to suffer down here
Out of love
Out of faith
With nothing but lust and melancholic swirl
Untamed feelings we used to shout out loud
Right into a void full of people but no one seemed to hear us
They knew our power we haven’t known ourselves
How destructive our dejection could turn out
For the sake of this forsaken human kind
We would die just to save strange pure soul
We are good, gracious, vain
Golden, douloureux in our fate
We are alive
But also dead
We are immortal
And afraid of being harmed
Because we’ve always been soft and tender
Capable to do terrible things
Dedicated to our pain and gore we come with
We die as we were born, scared and crying
We will be remembered
Leaving war behind our back
Moribund in place where revolution once stood
Yet passing with our eyes gold
Burning in the night stars in the sky alike
I believe we create constellations
Once we leave them
We need to get back to make universe shine with its gracefulness
Because we are great
Each of us
And every of us

In Heaven,
Human love
Needs
Divine distilling.

Their love wore out,
It couldn't last forever

Each set free,
But one I couldn't severe

The strings divine,
Entwined to my heart

Lovers remorse
Couldn't set me apart

This one was pure,
Perfectly imperfect

I'd strum the cords,
If only she'd feel it

Collectively we will all cease to be.
That is, in the form we inhabit currently.
When our bodies rot beneath the dirt,
Our essence passes to a place devoid of hurt.
The chemical flaws of our bodies will be irrelevant,
Replaced by peace, understanding and entrancement.
Christians call it heaven, God and Trinity.
But I believe inside of us all is divinity.
This life will no longer matter,
In death we will have no masters.

wind of summer
too vagabond
drunk
touching the melancholy afternoon
of the last pale season

flowing over the
deep yellow barren field
echoing the last mystic sound
though yet romantic
spring
the purples are deep
divine

butterflies are flying around
a few birds playing
on the ground
suddenly singing
uttering love

yellow
the golden yellow floating
in the eyes  
over hued
saturated

dropping on the ignored
dry
wither leaves
as the rain drops that has made
a blue
day dream

crossing over the mind  
a jingle
leap singing
classic
the very lost spring
scrolling into
soul

even in the lonely dark night
rolling up
the sound
as the rolling stone
of the sounding sea

@Musfiq us shaleheen

I will send the birds to you
And they will sing
What I cannot say
For whose lips dare proclaim
That they can speak of love
Love is the force behind all
Mere thinking mort I
And cannot speak the divine
Yet a bird is pure and knows
What to sing and when
So watch, for birds, and listen
They will not lie
Like I might, they are sweet
Where I am cold, able
Where I fail and on wing
They flit with the elegance
Of a ballet with no schooling
They have my envy as I plod
On square feet towards
My mortal grave

i am hallowed and hollow.
a divine being with
something to **** for.

trapped in a flesh cage
i am wild and furious
desperate to be freed.
desperate to be
        violent.

lightning struck me in my
angel childhood
left me with shattered wings
and electric human blood.
i am something in between.

i wish i could meet my match.
i wish i could fight him.
i wish i could win.

i am made of heaven and stardust.
of flesh and bone.
i am made of something inorgnanic,
something untouchable.
if you touch me,
you
will
burn.

Last night I had a dream
You still loved me
And it was
The most beautiful dream
God has put in me.


F.Z.**N