When they ask you about me
Tell them,
She is being like water
charcoaled in mystery
enchanting her misery
a smoking silhouette
of a burning shot
chosen & not
a volcanic ebb and a smashing tide
undefinable known
like a tear of a stone
that stiff, tender and insane
she travels around in my vein
a gush of smoke
that i exhale
with all the fire in me
burning her to ashes
she rises from my aching dust
An out of her mind blast
She loves me just
bleeds in mad lust
as easy as her breath
in my silence i confess
all the love words she will never hear
i beat her demons and smash her fear
with my eyes
wandering in her nursing lullabies
Running to her crucified arms
in a hug she may never feel
and a kiss we would childishly sneak to steal
She is my nobody
that i can't live with nor without
My Everything
When they ask you
tell them
she is nothing to talk about
and all the worthy conversations from the heart
million miles away yet never apart
She must be where i shall reach
Colliding sand to my beach
She is a safety charger
and the familiar challenging danger
She is when i am sad
When i am bad
and when i am a stranger
to my own skin
She lives within
between my flesh and bones
a bare queen with no thrones
nor a king
When they ask you
tell them
I whip her soul
with sharpened stares
then lick her wounds
with salty tears
I poison my madness spears
to her brave mind
shoot her acoustic words aligned
She swings in a thought
twirls in a mischievous verse
Steps in a poetic dance
Shivers then fall
hostage to my silent call
immigrating from her humanity
to lay as a savage refugee
between my being and me
unsaid
unshed
in my absence, She is dead
That i revive with a blink
Tell them it is alright
she will forever remain off sight
in black and white
my candled darkness and the Sunshine delight
carved with lunatics insight
one battle that i will not fight
And a lifetime poem that i shall never recite.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
At the corner of a memory...
As a little girl
we used to have a tree in class
there in the corner
that we brought in with laughter
much fun sharing
with all hearts decorating
with each hanging star a wish
we were too small to get anguish
filled with dreams
Christmas was our time of joy
gathered around each with a toy
exchanging with hugs and mere innocence
the world then seemed of no importance
Dressed in red with a white beard
Santa used to visit our school
a believer of hope me,
such a little fool
i even used to buy a new dress
with my friend Catherine i visited her church
gathered my hands together and prayed
God was there
God is everywhere
In the eyes of bleeding Jesus
as he shines in the Heart of Mohamed
like all children i was an Angel
who never got the fact
of her best friend not being by her side
in religion class
still that Christmas tree is there
in the same corner as i stare
but where is the season laughter?
where is the jingling carols whisper?
Is it December that lost it's memory?
or have we just sadly grown up...
Monday, December 17, 2012
Exposed...
love me just..
I said with a blink
like a favorite shirt,
you enjoy it's silken fabric touching your skin
that you would not wanna take it off,
yet eventually you do
you have to
Hanging it in your wardrobe for your next comfort seeking rush
in a memory's gush
along with a flashing face
that instantly fades
For your longing serenades
love me, like an all times melodious tune
Softly humming in your head
as you move on ahead
holding you grounded to where you felt yourself the most
Rising a tost
To us and Our guilty pleasures
love me, like a much awaited visit
that brings you gifts and presents, then goes
like that Excited spark in your eyes who knows
naked truth it is, our vows
love me like a peculiar scented moment
that sticks to your sense then grows
as the wind of sanity blows
shaking our lies to Exposition
Bare we stand
beneath the wind
love me, without asking for shelters
love me, like it is all going to end up soon
love me, like heavy rain, be it a monsoon
love me like a thunderous wreck
like an angry Hurricane slick
love me this euphorically flowing
love me without thinking where are we going
quit the ingredients lists for the logic chefs
we are the mad wanderers schmucks
love me more when i am frightened
Without you on its own, sucks!
love me without knowing why or when
end with me and within me begin
love me like your last pack of cigarettes
which flavorly touch your lips
then slips
into its burning fate fire
love me, like your morning first coffee sip
that hungrily slides along your tongue tip
love me, like a wild safari trip
to the jungles of your mind
put me dearly on rewind
and start me all over again
we don't have much of a forever
and safely is not where we pull our trigger
love me then like a daring game
that you must win
like an unforgivable sin
that you will spend your eternity repent
Cut all my veins with your absence knife
bleed in me this emptiness you strive
love me savagely as raw
Be my rebellious barbarian and my platonic law
Love me that way with no regrets
Lose me easy if you might
When you get bored of my sight
nothing to lose
if you let it loose
spell your ramblings to my roaming blues
add one more reasonable sanity bruise
to that bleeding madness we both call
Conceiving more lifetimes out of the bruises of my soul.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Inception...
more then i already do
exhausting the wicked words
building mind castles for two
torturing the poor verse
whipping images out of the helpless verbs
enslaving structures,
brain storming my heart in euphoric raptures
posing bare soul by your side in an imaginary frame
when nothing fulfills my wild visions
i madly erupt in the void of your silence
scream with flashing dots
beside your name
I don't want to hold you
closer then i already do
tightly cuddling your being in me
curling within my lonesome melody
chasing your image like mad lovers do
around the corners of my mind
childish fights and instant make outs
less discipline and more sneak outs
a whole life we share
as vivid as i dare
and we become negatives
shots on a celluloid of black and white.
You are in my everywhere
yet i keep running
hallucinating hopeful lines
Drained in the tunnel of dreams
as endless as it seems
our love does grow
with my heart whispers, your roaring winds blow
burnt with infatuation they go
Helpless Butterflies...
Still dance towards the light
Fatal addiction you are my love
you make me high
for me, you are the earth and the sky
that consistent and inevitable
My probable impossible
Then i love you more...
Hold you closer to my shore...
pick you out of all the faces i see
in my arms i set you free
closed lids on screen shots
yearning eyes in coffee steam
living a dream inside a dream
Rolling in the harsh cold sheets of reality
stained with memories that never happened
and purified with Empty promises we will never keep.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Your Cult...
i built a shrine
burnt some incens
poured some wine
out of my grapes
all the shapes
you take
as i invited your vision over for a ritual
This ancient actual
unfolded my drips,
Enchanted your fictional
loosened those arms
of your mastering grips
charmed in our pharaonic hymn
That monothiastic priestess in your cult
i am...
"Be mine"
Your turbulent wind whispered
with your name i am bewildered
shivers run along my spine
Crucified tears in a darkened line
rain droplets lay by my window
gentle autumn breeze rests on my face
who is winning this race?
your absent presence or is it my present absence?
making all sense of my nonsense
i sink...
Drawing hearts and a broken arrow
with the yearning steam
i touch your shadow
Then you rise
Hail to your Highness
my prince of darkness...
before thee i bow
fields of beauty in me just grow
what can i say that you don't know?
Words are cursed in your spell
your love is heaven and sweetened hell
wrapped around your thoughts,
i fly universes
within your vivid mind
we cry, laugh smile and nod
we become the even and the odd
life istself stands still
time is what we plan to kill
closed my eyes on your calling sight
stared in my darkness aspiring your light
i fight...
your black and my white
i ain't no angel nor you are a saint
we are the mad lovers From the kingdom of belief
drenched in my madness i still fly
riding my hopeless dream to your infinite sky
melting like all my scented candles do
cinnamon roses and amber
exhausting the breathless hours
expecting what you never do
spread like red petals upon your alter
carved in reliefs all over your skin
one night you will return
I linger...
Bless that shrine your absence burn
Spell my blood all over your verse
swear and yell
crash and curse
kill those fears, smash all doubts
Restore my bruised soul to your heart
that even fate can't do us apart.
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