Gone

beyond the churning clocks;
ever unstoppable pendulum and me
my heart still dwells in your eyes,
your lips set me free.

beyond here and there;
somewhere, everywhere and me
your words echo in the corridors of my heart
your touch i still feel

beyond the shadowy street lamps;
lights, days, nights and me
i have touched your satin skin
in your arms lie ethereal melody

beyond the practical mind;
imagination, mirages and me
i stood firm, eyes closed with u in a second, lived thru eternity
how do I explain!! Its all so painfully lovely

RELIGION

A thousand temples
for foolish saints,
"peoples contaminated
brain products"
a society built,
to help with god,
occupying acres of land.
Filled with,
death stoned creatures,
building hopeless structures,
of wisdom,
on thoughts
by green divine leaves,
on a high.
Doped out,
Flying,
in search of answers,
god,
divinity
and peace.
Learning,
only to cheat,
other creatures,
and thoughtless brains,
found in heaps.
The grass,
to find answers,
divinity in naked dancers,
divinity,
in anything,
but themselves.
Misguiding,
those lipids,
in soft skulls called heads.
Raging wars
on heavenly horses,
prove
each others god’s verses.
Riots,
bombs,
guns,
brains,
fighting
to free their gods,
chained,
to blindness.
At oath,
to never see,
the truth behind.
Is this,
all that gods are for,
to start cold blooded,
insane,
egoistic wars.
Peace,
is not in temples
you build,
sacred acres
of war land.
A pity citizen
afraid to fight
is god himself
and not his knight.
A citizen,
afraid to fight.
No sorrow,
bliss in sight

Stoned

Memories
that precipitate delight
upon reasons fighting
stoned nights,
cities and countries
of thoughts of
unbearable and timid feelings.
My brains got
lights and sound,
reasons buried underground.
Years of passages
never to be walked again,
lying on black sheets,
reason and circumcised feelings
copulating in search
for new born answers.
Could be beautiful,
could be ugly.
Belated they are,
babies dying
in lovely wombs
without letting mother reason
help them comb.
In sudden conjuncture
noting was born
although
even stranger feelings
that got formed.

Soilder Of Plight

The soldier of plight
In a plagued night
Not a single soul at sight
Rode against the crescent moon
Can he see the cacti bloom?
Can he see the other side of doom?
Dug his hand in the cold sand
Enslaved by his feelings at hand
Dug deeper to dig a hole
To walk at night and free his soul
Dug deeper and deeper through layers so low
Walked into blackness as darkness was through
Screaming to come out again
He signaled his horses reign
Who pulled hard to free him out
And he did without doubt
The soldier came out with immaculate wisdom
Fell at the horse’s feet, which he did seldom
And all the answers came with a thud
Kissed his horse as he jumped up
Left his devilish thoughts in the hole
To light came back his soul
Far away at the horizon
A thousand colors from a prism
Dancing angels green and red
Rode the soldier of plight
Away from the plagued night
With angels and cupid souls at sight
Rode against the crescent moon
He could see the cacti bloom

learning

Time just flies
Like moving skies
The clouds that rain
And drift away.

We are born
And learn to grow
Like tropical fruits
From heavenly trees.

We grow and grow
To seek wisdom
Left by those
From past days.

In the hearing
Of the divine soul
We forget the promises
That we made.

I learned a lesson
Unheard by many
That in the years
Love and luck seem to fade.

Dave

Ropes are hanging,
Strings are attached,
To the dead man’s grave,
By the name of Dave,
People visit,
Priests preach,
They come to listen,
To the dead man’s scream,
“Purgatory”
A hopeless case
Death is a phase
They seem to be sorry
But none so worry
People visit again
Priests preach again
And now the dead man’s curse
Spoken in verse
For all to listen
But none so care
Upon the dead man’s grave
By the name of Dave.

goodbye angel

Take 1:
A soft feathered, fragile boy
Playing with imaginations toy
Now featherless waiting to fly
Beyond the warm limits of sky
Touched by angels, now waiting to die
I look back for an angel to say good bye
Just goodbye….



Take 2:
Wandering, wandering I am able to fly
Shed my body as time passed me by
I think I deserved to live but preferred to die
But now I’m free ah! Immortal and high
Lying with angels who kiss me dry
Yet I look back for an angel, to say goodbye
Just goodbye…..
For in her arms I did die !!!

lucifer sam

Peaceful anxiety in the rhythm of life
Held by the powers of loves domain
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame


Honey sweet, surrender me, in her eyes
In my ears whispering sweet soft complain
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame


Prisoner at will for the love in her arms
Was kissed, set free, to live happily in pain
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame


Dreams behind closed eyes, divine beauty in my brain
Opened my eyes to reality and memories they became
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame


Considerate blessing, been loved by an angel
Promises to wait at the gates of heaven remain
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame


Gods blasphemy shadowed by her fragrance,
Heavens beauty looked anxiously in vain
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame



Merciless beauty, I am stoned at her blissful sight
To exterminate hell my conscience ordains
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame


Isis doned, serenity in her voice, she tranquil herself
My freedom and flight serendipitous me obtain
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame


Universe in vapour, burnt by jealousy and tormenting pain
Unconscious of bitterness, happily in my arms she remain
I thought and built a house for Sam
But Lucifer cursed my dame

Economy

eyes under bridges...and stars on building tops
wounded, on stiches...the doctors fly in flocks.

walk the road tht runs staight up high
martyrs to remove the sun frm sky

polluted tear streams tht flow to ... glossy ...bathroom ... props.
reflections on window panes..
my million faces..
i see anew...

fighting over spaces
and i lost my mind to the few.
finaly i se them riding bees of luxury... and gold
running into building..
for fear to take us.....
all

this economy is something i fail to... understand
money tht keeps us moaning...like whores on desert sand

tht mother who lost his son
to the lust of the tanks
one man strives fr power
and him... follow...
a few.

the rest are gently murdered...
of their innocence...
in labyrinths of bloody schools

in the corner i see the old man..
rotting in the grass...
people stepping on him
fear crawling around him
he was left of the.... tanks
bt connotation left him fr life
and hunger took its toll

finaly i understand the sickness of the few
the greed fr...money...
and power....
the craving fr beauties on beds...
are all economies do...