I start under terrestrial pleasure scent
and I sleep at the spring from inside a thought
I search you under rupestre petal,
through angels\' feathers flowing down to the Earth
I pass, waiting
Homo homini lupus est
A devouring instinct controls the law
once God has given to us.
Free will is a prison with wolves
eating themselves; murdering and raping,
beyond the mechanism’s
Thorns
God - why did you punish me
to measure the time Present?!
I feel something creepy cross ahead
that maintains my attention rigid
Your piece of body is hurting mine
and Space smothers
Night venture
I seek my lost desire
where dead men lost their bones,
and burns inside the fire
of limbo’s pleasures ghosts.
Where night hides on each piece of town
and moon shines in every
Travel eyes through the glass look
Liquid maggots carrying their bodies to disappearance
on the glass raped by some filthy eyes –
the grey upon the green kept jailed…
Beside glossy approach,
Rain drops falling from the jingle
of a jazz song liquefied
under the piano’s chords
Yellow shapes reflecting the gleam
of a vicious sax
and body losing weight in ambience
Lady speaking
Books
The dust upon the antique book,
which makes two people know each other’s
distant periods,
was blew by hands for exploration…
I now release it to remember
the time once written on its
Roller coaster
I’ve took myself into the bus station,
wasting seconds.
Shadows were tied by my shoes laces…
I’ve got in the charming box
swindling my back in a white chair
and moving
I\'ve opened the window to spot the sunrise
and I saw you
I\'ve bent myself to feel the nature
and I discerned your silhouette
Then I\'ve opened the door to look for my joy
and I found
Unfinished Odyssey
The star which punched my mind,
which kept me strong
and sent me far away,
has gone to meet his maker yesterday
But now, I seek the sky…
Last night there were no
I march with my naked eyes
on your glass body –
not to bump into your skin
but to feel your crystal spirit
I see your soul inside like a mummy,
hiding under the files of
the air that we both
Personal thoughts VI…
Is a dark night … outside!
I miss so much the night that once I felt. The artificial room puts me under interrogatory. I am the convict that hardly waits to be executed to
First autumn day…
…has fall from unknown
through the eye that never slept
in the frozen silver mornings
First day I felt it in my blood
in my eyes and in my soul –
then I lived it
alone in
How to Explain Paintings to a Dead Hare
There is one dead guy
keeping in his arms a dead hare;
both are sitting quietly in front of the audition
Beyond them there’s a black and white
gloomy
Walpurgis Night
One flake has died last night, the second one appears;
I see across my sight, just loss of winter … dear
Under my feet the soil burned and water flew;
my heart was hit by
Raskolnikov without the murder excuse
The room across the body/ spreads a dire hallucination
The genius imagines the ordinary cross/ that lies upon the/ people he tormented in actions –/
Anger kills the homeless souls
I am the convict of the filth world
with no father.
I killed my soul not to ask about him
so I’m the orphan that begs
on the corners of fate
for Alfa
The confession
When I was a child, I broke the egg shell mirror in thousands of crystalline potsherds. Then, swiftly, the emotions and the sound of life fall down on me; the sound which was spread
Sphere
At the bottom of the edge of pain I lie for days and no one hears me. Underneath me there is a pile of skeletons and I warm them waiting for salvation. Not even the moon can be seen, but
Falling apart
I could see her … drained
on the broken glass!
I took a closer look
and she, multiplied,
was stabbed in my back –
I could see her walking,
eating and sleeping …
in the same
Starvation and agony...
I sense my own stench floating,
I dream my own facts crushing,
I taste my tongue and bite it…
Now I’m starving for my stomach
that was lost on the coast …
My tongue
Sparks on the sky
I wonder what’s behind the stars
another me, another you –
can they just breathe my heart?
When night exhausted to appear
my view will climb away a tear.
I wish a star
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