1
Far away to the dusk
twilight of the bride
body steals secretly from the sunset
In the atrium of my notions
a dream
burning candle, candlelight
These are my figments
never parted
the more the shadows suffer.
2
My mortality is left blank
written with vacant tears
Broken flowers form a cast
modest garden
disoriented secrets in the air
Illusions
left to become
papers
flying.
3
A deceased carpal
the heart forfeits
I'll kiss your lips
your name,
the burnt evening
the color of your sacrifice
Remember the chest
recall the torment
of pumping rust.
4
That was how people
who love to love
sought the blossoms of thorns,
vanished for a while
holding the zealous hand
A disgusted whisper
dwells for the sake
of existence
Still a hundred diluted gestures
does not scare away
the sadness.
5
The pendulum played sightly atrocities
restless path
missed a step
Finding the way
and letting go
a grotesque failure
Walking
to perceive the wanted
as time is being weaved
by the ill-fated.
6
Six rainbows you chose
harmonic trance
stole the delicious memories
under your eyes
Small talk
of small things
A small clock that was not forgotten
laid in the arms
of your pride
Innocents are amused
decorating loneliness
sometimes
by a voiceless
voice
wake me up in vain
Awakened
the final day
for you, without you
Lit up the midnight hour.
7
Plan to make a bad fate
betting destiny to make a move
Lady of unbroken times
prepares for ingenuity
charging virtue
Owns living hell
fading before the beast
The broken hull of sight
floating in a stream
of plain water.
8
Back
at your
feet
Spinning
Stealing
the perfect
cry
Always
demanding
Always
blooming
Stolen
today.
9
Dragging thorns
anklet promises
breaking
the flight
of the two-lobed object
Reviving the dance
that never learned
to move
Dust that lifts
the storm sways.
10
Far away to the dusk
twilight of the bride
body steals secretly from the sunset
In the atrium of my notions
a dream
burning candle, candlelight
These are my figments
never parted
the more the shadows suffer.
2
My mortality is left blank
written with vacant tears
Broken flowers form a cast
modest garden
disoriented secrets in the air
Illusions
left to become
papers
flying.
3
A deceased carpal
the heart forfeits
I'll kiss your lips
your name,
the burnt evening
the color of your sacrifice
Remember the chest
recall the torment
of pumping rust.
4
That was how people
who love to love
sought the blossoms of thorns,
vanished for a while
holding the zealous hand
A disgusted whisper
dwells for the sake
of existence
Still a hundred diluted gestures
does not scare away
the sadness.
5
The pendulum played sightly atrocities
restless path
missed a step
Finding the way
and letting go
a grotesque failure
Walking
to perceive the wanted
as time is being weaved
by the ill-fated.
6
Six rainbows you chose
harmonic trance
stole the delicious memories
under your eyes
Small talk
of small things
A small clock that was not forgotten
laid in the arms
of your pride
Innocents are amused
decorating loneliness
sometimes
by a voiceless
voice
wake me up in vain
Awakened
the final day
for you, without you
Lit up the midnight hour.
7
Plan to make a bad fate
betting destiny to make a move
Lady of unbroken times
prepares for ingenuity
charging virtue
Owns living hell
fading before the beast
The broken hull of sight
floating in a stream
of plain water.
8
Back
at your
feet
Spinning
Stealing
the perfect
cry
Always
demanding
Always
blooming
Stolen
today.
9
Dragging thorns
anklet promises
breaking
the flight
of the two-lobed object
Reviving the dance
that never learned
to move
Dust that lifts
the storm sways.
10
Stark naked under
a tree standing on my head
as flowers touch wood.
Words creep up behind
frigid air washing away
Romans etched in stone.
frigid air washing away
Romans etched in stone.
Odd lines reflecting
expressions in the mirror
absurd pendulum.
expressions in the mirror
absurd pendulum.
11
The lamp extinguishes
dry fire
While the first leaves of
my night wane
Obtuse
wait.
12
Explicit fairies
the beasts never existed
breathe in a deaf time.
A single lyric
A ballad that craves
yearning for every verse
wipes clean the martyr.
