I'm  free of religion, politics and law
The triad of corruption
The rein of my body and my mind
Rests in the hands of my spirit
I'm not above anyone
And no one is above me
I was born unique
Like everybody else
I've kept it that way unlike most
No superbly skilled mastermind
Can infiltrate my being
No cutting-edge mechanism
Can alter the course of my craft
I'm a drifter in the land of mystery
Magical birds shall sing my history.

The aim for my fame
Lies in the bottom of my name
The name of shadow
That charms my game
By the variation of Sun
And runs it to egotistic height
In the hellbound highways of night.

Before i blossom my mettle
I must constantly stipple
Hues of handsome faith and fire
Of amaranthine desire
That would turn my pith to petals
After all the leaves have levels.

When tenor of thought is sleepless
I'm a cat on the prowl
In alleys of sense,
In word's backyard
And can't get satisfied
Till i ****** me a note
Till i choke rhythm's throat
And end the line's last breath.

The pundit on the pulpit
Strumming my wit
With fingers of Providence
To turn verity into meal
And process into page-****.

Soothing shadows surround me
You whom i never met
Offer me love and comfort
In the church of darkness.
I search the moments in vain
For some sensuous touch
Some scent of unearthly perfume
I only find the headlights
Of slow moving vehicles.                
I can not shake out
The sensation of soft sin
Ravaging my bones
I bow down to respect
The mysterious mist
To ask forgiveness
But the moment has long gone
Gone into the galactic dumpster
Yet its residue resides
In everlasting look of madness.

If the truth is to deny
The agonies that love invites
My heart shall insidiously aim
To ****** her, days and nights.

But as she agrees to bind
And trust in my constant song
I credulously attend
To care for and court her long.

If clouds be bulk of sun's cheer
And its laugh the thunder i hear
After its volts have frightened mine
Love be a conceivable wine.

Time descends
And in descending,
Truth becomes stronger in will
And weaker in feel
Till all is found
In a square ground
With no more beauty
To disguise the boundary.