poem

Mermaid man

He melts in dairy rich moon foam which I want to spread on his toasted forehead. He glows like an armour of stars with one eye that is crystal swan and another that is burning wood. With his breath he stirs my ocean in a scene so delicate which I am afraid to touch then it would vanish!

Depth of Free will … to give up or walk towards fate?

People screaming at my direction … “Stop”!
“You will drop ..You will fall” then eyes stare
… No … Let it flow … Despair for inspiration..
Thoughts cross over but will I ? Fears shaking

Trembling with huge feet on thin sharp doom
It’s cutting through but we will make it through
walk towards death guided to an unknown mob
Hell beneath burning filthy baby steps “give up”!

Balance doesn’t exist, blindfolded & Mad Noises
Block them out to let in whispers of wealthy lips
Sensing hair which stand to salute to begin to end
Desires climbing out of its throat to choke me dead

Under the chandelier

Diamonds rush with the speed of light
To create a silver chandelier of dreams.
Lovers dance under the glorious angel
For it heals the wounds from every angle.

The pure one hangs above our heads
Like the baby’s musical toys in his bed.
It’s a piece of paradise for us to please
Our eyes, freedom is beautiful tonight!

Photographers, let’s shoot the full moon!
Poets, let’s catch it with weaved silk webs.
My children, laugh when it follows you!
Werewolves, eat! it’s a feast of tasty ribs!

The clouds are my crown

I walk in vanity followed by the working bees
for I am the queen of queens! Even the birds
before they sing to me they first will rehearse.
For I am the heart of the expanding universe

Please me for I am your golden dreams … Try!
You can never please me like the moon … Bye.
When it sends me love notes in silver beams
They cherish me and heal my heavy wounds …

I am in control! my palms have all the hearts,
I carry this world between for it to not fall apart.
My confused emotions are like the raging sea …
Wars could happen when I become angry … See?

I am the reason for the stars to burn with fire …
The source of desire and femininity which I am!
I am all that you yearn for touched by insanity …
Till death do you and till the infinity times four.

With my charming beauty and seductive motions,
With my earthy magnets and secret love potions,
With my overflowing rivers of heat and emotions,
I hope that I can save you, I hope we don’t drown!

I don’t want to sink this ship or doom the little flowers!
I want them to grow, to love and to bloom on towers …
To make me feel like a happy mother till my very last hour.
Be colourful my dear nature, my world don’t be brown!

You can’t love me for I am the secrets and the dull thrill!
I am the centre of this world and I have duties to fulfil.
You love me and I could tell and that is the problem …
With the way you collapse, hold! I’m crashing, I love him!

Let me win, my adrenaline

Let me try to be more right for you …
I’ll get lost in war but if I’m ever found
I’ll make love meeting your eyes & more
With all of the sparks that fly around.

Hush now save all your sounds …
To the nights that’ll turn us round!
I am unworthy of you, but I will try!
To deserve you, an angel to be all mine.

I want to … I want it! It’s sad.
Damn it … I want you so bad!
Let me try to win your love over!
Be my lover, rain on my dry sins.

Wash my pain, touch my skin …
Play music on my lonely lips …
Wish, fill the silence, feel my kisses
Shhh, now make a smile for me to ruin.

My head spins at the sight of perfect 10,
At the sighs at the grins at the shy red!
I want to win! I want to win! Winning you
is the best thing to me that might happen.

Broken pieces

Contradictions rain from the purple skies,
To fall into the depth to reach no ending.
Nothing ever lives on the seeds of lies,
And foolish actors will not stop pretending.

I am captivated by & under the Sirius power,
For the heart blinded are guided by the night.
From the lake to the stairs to the high tower,
They fear the unknown and of not being right.

Running away is never the way to happiness,
The way is to be on theatre not on the chair.
To take the bold step like the funambulist,
Not to drink one to the health of despair.

Fantasy is the answer to all of this mystery,
For life is a puzzle that is always missing.
Curiosity & dissatisfaction built humanity
& the remains will burn into the nothings.

Sounds of chains are the art of slavery,
Don’t give up but allow rush to run in.
But Love … Love is free & love is free,
It is a spell to turn us into little children.

Trust is never built with the silk of spiders
& laughter can cure the sunset of the heart.
Never violate thoughts but be their finder,
For Impossibilities break the end into a start.

It grew old and it went cold till it collapsed and it was no more

Clouds of dust gave birth to a star.
A star that is not yet charted …
It is born by prayers from wars,
to wish upon for the good hearted.

The star kept glowing for time …
Giving light in the absolute darkness.
It stopped trying for it is a waste, a crime
to be unappreciated by the heartless.

There it was abandoned left to die …
To face the fate of being a black hole.
It kept weeping and wondering why …
Why has this had happened as whole?

The moon said to the black hole:
“You are still a star to me.”
… “Look into my dark soul …”
… “All what is in is gold to see!”

“I am the absence of the light,
I am the silence of the night.
All I do is pull, clutch and take,
and there is no decision to make.

I blend with the darkness as one,
isn’t it funny how I love the sun?
The sun does not agree with the moon,
and it won’t change its mind any soon.

The sun says that I am the reality.
A reality that shattered its dreams.
I am the example of abnormality,
not the queen of love realms.

Everyday I am blown away …
With the heat of its explosions!
The sun is there to save the day …
With warmth and devotion!

One day the moon will break.
The earth will start to shake.
The sun will melt and fall,
and I will swallow it all.”

A moment have made all the difference

Those Trees took off their orange gowns to put on silky green. Those roses; the sleeping beauties, have worn their sensational perfume and blushed their velvety cheeks. The moon danced the pavane on my river living a love fantasy.

The river broke waves to greet him in a beautiful rhythm creating music along with the rose-breasted grosbeaks which refused to sleep. When he arrived, stars threw their selves beneath his feet for they are unworthy to compete with his eternal glow.

His light defeated the darkness of the night and his vivacious laugh poured on nature to comfort her mourning soul. He blew kisses in the air and they flew like butterflies in a dream and the inspiration roses have tried to collect them like pieces of fine poetry.

All that nature needed from those deep honey wells of heaven is a glad gaze, a gaze that would make her feel loved enough to grow beautifully till she dries of longing for a second date.