Everlasting

Just a whisper 

in the void...

that expects 

its coup de grâce

Scream I LOVE YOU to the glass

a hopeless crippled paranoid

With my feet... 

over the edge

Push! 

This is it! My only pledge...

Love to last must be destroyed 

Firecracker in the dark

Let me fly like a spark

To Lust! 

To memories! 

To Dust! 

Sealed Letter

No stairs to heaven
just rain and tears on my broken shoulders
my lines get uneven like defeated soldiers
to match their fear

I'll miss you my God
and you know that's odd cause I rise in my fall
cause I rise in my fall writing to shred
writhing to shedding your Name...
in your Name...

closed leaks and sealed shelters
closed lips and sealed letters...

Semelfactive Silence

If Silence implies compliance
it's cause your ear refuse to hear
your greasy gears your vile alliance
sinks its teeth in my stand-up will

If Innocence is to accept betrayal
taxcollect my blood, my flesh, my tears
I will never stand by a such a liar
with howly chains and rogue wheels

Every morning I am awaiting
I witness my brothers  fall
in this death row I am praying
my roots erode your Wall Street wall

If Knowledge is doubt's attire
play God suit your empty needs
whore my laws, my genes, my dire
corrupt on Earth the life's seeds

If Power is just a filth desire
brother is the main target to beat
Senator you put me on fire
your greedy world to earn its heat

There is no time to be wasted
this is our final call
we will fight together
and we will fall as one.

Butterfly Princess...

Dawn always rise from the East
carrying thoughts around the Earth
carrying dreams of joy and feast
for me carries one in the name of Dearth...

Dewdrops are always rise from the petal
meeting the clouds surrounding the Earth
shaping the image of the skies transcedental
giving a princess a passion to birth...

Rays of sunlight call flowers to open
accepting the seeding in their deepest inside
allowing their nectar by the bees to be gropen
unveilling the selves and desires they hide...

Somewhere my princess opens her eyes
and her noble eyelids are for someone wings
a swarm of magestic imperial butterflies
in shadow places waiting for the winds...

Where is a thirst must always be water
where is a need must be always a shoulder
where is a woman must always be a man
when there is a way we live what we can...

Lavahair

This is what I tell you that we are...
pale spruce hands spreading for the stars
stretched out from their thunderstruck lairs...
We stand haughty flowers against bulldozers
wanting this world flat,
defying roller times that trample with hardened slogans,
our words...
and I tell you nothing but this Lavahair...
Let strumpet souls tread on us!
We are grafted with lightnings!
Inside we grow the seeds that root trees in human chests
like the first day of the Spring
We are the invincible springtide in your unclaimed inside...

Liulin gardens

Liulin lilies
are waiting for bees
midnightblue fairies
are waiting for kiss...

Heavens garden
welcomes the stroll
leaven crop hardens
under free nature's call

blooming the beauty
is calling for sting
fleshly cruel booty
a tongue with a ring

Dopamine skies
are raining bonds
carnal dreams cries
for closer and more

Adrenaline crevices
make senses to worn
in their hollow premises
a secret is born

Blue dreams alliance
is waiting for strays
for in diverging law defiance
you carve your mark
and you are leaving a trace

Elafrokynhgos

From all the things
of this wonderful world
Light intrigues me
by far and by more
it shows the straight,
as once have been told,
it shows the straights,
when even distort...

For all promise of dawns
to the dreadful of dusks
irreversibly draws
open rainbow paths
spinning the spawns
on time fabric straths
hatching the moments
by breaking their husks

From the red to the blue
it spreads and it rushes
for the blur of the blood
in waves weaving stashes
for the red to the blue
as the white to the black
once light moment is gone
volatile instants never come back

From light's aethereal joints
to the dark tainted torts
we are products of our choice
so we always string the cords...
cause straight is the light,
but world is distort
in its folding unfolding
it holds us, behold!
grounded and growing
and rendered old...

Grind

Night
as snow white
your fingernails
like red entrails
gutter the thrills
that flutter our veins
within and in vain
deep skin under pain

Passengers
as void messengers
your eyes
like lonely circles entice
paths that aligns
rulers with lines
on dry maps thirsty
perhaps for journeys
in our fingertips tourneys

Wonderful
but what a fool
who keeps ideals
despite ordeals
beyond the deals in full swings
like fingerprint seals
on wild winds
their blood will appeal
the alike grinds
Freedom always grows wings

Due drop

Loneliness is still pouring rain,
in quicksand fields of our ways,
crossing the same marks again,
we thread between nights and days.

Another snowflake in my hand,
another to be grain of grief,
melting love makes you understand,
why pain must be beautifully brief.

My eyes fade in black,
as your fever transpires onto my face,
and shivering wings grow on my back,
a dark angel for your wet to embrace.

Crestfallen city lights follow us,
as we sank deeper in this sway,
there are no errors but only gods,
there are no doves but birds of prey.

strange that you never knew,
we must make it on our own,
so hard was to fly above you,
we must make it on our own,
like dew drops to sky avenue short after dawn.

King

Scorched earth and souls of dust
a black hole picture cloabbers my mind
nothing is made out to forever last...
a scar on your body for my fingers to find

Days and nights in ephemerous lust
and once you are done, you are left behind
neon lights finally blurred your past
a King thats gone but never forgotten to his own kind...

Ephemeron...

Flesh...
The nuptial bud of moments, that decay into oblivion...

Blue Dreams

I have walked at a barren beach...
and left a dream short trail...
as of our failures of us each...
we all have to tell a tale...

about our single souls
that unrested we share
for our many flaws
that we love and dare

to continue to seek
in our shiny blue dreams
to be loved and love sick...
in love shadows and beams

Life i a quick passage of light...
do not regard it as wrong and right...
just seek again the love delight...
and do not concern to whom it may might...

Levity

Clouds dont need wings...
nor the angels balloons...
bubbles cant stand waterfall springs...
neither Chrysallis balcony cocoons..

Faith and Muse

Every thing...
comes in more than a face...
Every being...
progress at its very own pace...
Every step...
leaves uniquely a trace...
Every move...
has its own time and space...

Asking for whole
is an act of insane...
Asking for less...
is also in vain...
asking for pleasure
is asking for pain...
you have to waste
before you are granted a gain...

I am the forgiving...
the missing hand...
your other side's story...
the Begin and the End...
a love letter waiting...
for you to be send...
a crest of a Shadow...
a perl on seabed...

A day... a night...
a joy... a fight...
is a loom that threads
our bonds more than tight...
I will always be the Man
in your bare inside...
the vision... the colors
and the most shiny sight...

Expect my pain...
to inflict your flesh...
Expect my love...
to heal and caress...
the time is near...
you know the place...
I show you the path...
you know the steps...

Butterflies

butterflies know better
their ephemeron nature than man...
butterflies... just fly...
as long as they can...
no routes... no destinations...
just sunshine guidance and admirations...
of a life too short to be spare...
in heavy deeds and dispair...

Butterflies know... what man thinks
impossible...
to live at the extreme...
and as fas as its possible...
to fly... to fly... to live...
to taste the nectar kiss and to cry...
until the day...
their wings will die...

Illusions

Farewell beloved illusions...
farewell of all those forgotten deadline excusions...
fathomless seas... untrodden crests...
dry... grim... naked moments await for you unrest..
they lurk restless... restless they lurk
restless as a worthless lover glaze look...
who is already dead by yesterday's sunset...
an unprecedented carnage of.bitter tastes...
the melody of conservatory screaming sirens that deafened you...
within the myriads of dull cotidian touches...
Come! Come! one more stroll...
and thats all...
the END...
we sail away for more invisible illusions...
and as of all the rest of you the others... yes! you know...
you the "others"...
for you only our harbor will be left behind...

New York Times...

its time to boil...
its time to steam...
blood shed to soil...
without esteem...

it's time for bitter...
it's time for tears...
it's time for gutter...
it's time for fears...

"the darker... the prey...
the fleshier the feasts..."
the unholy pray...
for the darkness of beasts...

beasts of the shadows...
are shadows of beasts...
haunting their laughter...
tempting their priests...

priests of the money...
their only true god...
the pot with the honey...
the bone for the dog...

they meet Him each day...
in their ruthless world...
but even a prey... finds not a way...
in their unworthy word...

cries of the mothers...
they lost their springs...
smother their babies...
in their farewell swings...

innocent's blood...
was always soft...
like nuptial bud...
in the hands of the loft...

innocent's blood...
is always good...
for talk shows... for washing...
even for food...

food for the masses...
the massacre fun...
food for the classes...
for just to have fun...

the vultures above...
like screams from hell...
spears the cloud...
of humans to fell...

scatter their skies...
dismember their steel...
shatter their lives...
and melt them to feel...

the pain of false...
the drain of souls...
the gain of loss...
in the rain of bones...