Cherries in my flesh
Sticking like diamonds
Made of stone fired dirt

Eating bird beaks
In a time of death

Forging life in dreams of
Universe folded in spirit

Of space
Abundant of cherries
Dead in apperception

I'm so very joyful
Collecting moon stars
Freedom of footsteps
Is not too far

Many stars are sunrays
Color of la mar
Stretching time
That's not too afar

Solitude is my only air
I fight for trophy
Of summer visit to Trafalgar.  

What's left of my flesh
Has got stretched between
9 circles of hell
In a history of infinity

Where soul sings odes of torture
Sodomy has become friend
Of senses

My vision is stapled with a greed
Of steel
Rusty fingers and a clairvoyant eel

I am a poetess of horrid feelings
In a state of stupid darkness

Ashes od my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

Pleasure maze
Desire is inverted

In the house of possessed ghosts
I find darkness of the abyss
The corner of childhood

The only joy of death notes

Sticking palms
To dirt and thorns

Ashes of my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

I love branches of ancient letters
They sway towards symbolism of virginity
Emotion of clear glass
Vortex of pockets of desire

What has armed my lips
Is knowledge of dirt
Tears
Possession
Love

Some way towards stars
I drink fire together
With birds and apparitions
Of summers in rock n roll
Classical melody and pop

Ashes of my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

Beauty has metamorphosed
Into
Belief of pins pupils
Beautiful fruit
Blossom of madness

City is a newborn of crosses
In a land of sea

Stooping on my toes
I'm a fragile burst of clenches of sound
Mummified like an Egyptian queens
I touch sun
I hug moon
I absorb stars into my skin
Deep into my happy bones

Ashes of my nickname
Grow a light
Deep into sorrow
High into tears

Lightbulb in a smiley face
To brighten up my tear
Falling down the metal hill
Made of thoughts born by will

Sun ray slicking into abyss
Voyage of a soul
Purified by sweets of autumn will
Moulded into paper fowl

Chirp of stars
Footprint on smiles
Growing wisdom
Fowl of thought piles

Of knowledge
Of pledge

To Neptune

 

I am nothing
A printed line on a pointing finger
Living in a net of painful virtue
Skin of a disease
Collected in a life of fabricated leather

I am nothing
A dirt inside of dirt
Agonised second of rebellious dream
A thought within thought

I am nothing
A well of empty words
A mountain of night
A sparrow
A touch

I am nothing
I am you

Raindrop hangs on dear bones
Sticking to its nails
Awing
Dawn to the clouds

Forging melodical tremble
Of
Good morning

Beautiful vacuity
Has stung a saddened heart
Proposing in the fortress
Of lost love charm;

a hornet
In its deepest cellar
Ties up tears
Of forbidden beggar

He who waits for answer
Of mermaid in cellar
Evacuates the heart
Of a sadness blast

She was never an appearance
Nor the sublime tremble
Her body is dirt
In a lake resemblance

In a cellar
The hornet
Plays a tune
And odes
To mermaid made of eyes;
Eternity forges

The answer came quick
In the palm made of rocks
Mermaid got married
To the laughter plots

Now words are born
In a frost of vacuity
Odour of life
Has found deity

Bliss nor death
Have joined souls
Mountain of dreams
Have stung the roads

Synthesis of hearts
Has joined once more
Mermaid and vacuity
The cellar to explore

Understanding limbo
Chaotic reality
Virtual pain
And vigorous virtue of
Diversity of ants

Is knowing earth's nature
In miniature part

Where dreams meet reality

I am pain
Triplet of sorrow
Terror in mind
Dying tomorrow

In sunset I awake
Vampire of love
I cherish stains
Of sadists' clove

I don't catch trains or trams
I'm a tramp full of tears
Sculpture of lost
Drunkard of sin ridden minds

Oh nor ah
Fill my palms
Stars nor the moons
Show me directions

My feet covered with mud
My chest is wet
I'm looking for ray of truth
In this chaotic net

Striving
Travelling

Decaying

What is the lightning in the rainy night
When owls look for preys
Earth is muds
And staccatos dancing folklore

What is the Orion in the sky
When moon is touching your fingerprints
Sun is dead
And eternity have been limited by infinity

What is the morning star
Far on the hill surrounded horizon
When bees are pinching first flower dew
And colors in the sky melt into glass reflection

What is when we are dead
Far above the life
Deep into dust
And memory of someone else

What is the footprints on the clouds
What is water drops in hair
What is when is dark
So close and far from nothing?

Through the skin
My awareness is melting
Into sharp dirt

Sculptured like autumn lizards
Hiding from inebriation of
Forthcoming cold

Stitched fingers
Eyes that linger

My soul rises to beginning of transcendence
Felt in cuts of partial remembrance

My hair is sun rays of
Burdened vagabond
Travelling north

Into the pole of Inuits
Where birds dance in
Sun worship vortex
Of reality
That squeezes

His peeling
Old
Awkwardly voluptuous
Birth of
Thought

Mummify my pupils
Bird of dark matter
You be the pain
I am your anther

Death and rebirth
Followed me to pit
Of fruitful lonesome
Savage dreadful fit

I smelt the dandelions
In springs of summer
Late truthful opinions
Of locomotion armour

Now I am standing
With my feet on water
Show me the fleet
Oh iridescent rover

Mummify my pupils
Bird of dark matter
You be the pain
I am your anther

It pins big rocks
Into running veins
Stimulus to tears

When cockatoos invent maxims
With the mist of fatigued verse

Body tightened up with
Bruises of routine wake up

We think of life as a gift
While it's only a particle
Of reality folded up into infinite
Awareness

Art

Dreams
Rebirth
It coils up into a light/darkness frequency

My skin is a burnt skull
My lips are drinking wine from it
Sacred prayer
Not a dull;
Of purified icon stall

Cage of madness
Scent drills brain
Head is a win
Of the wine stain

Mortify tears
Purify fears

Tonight I eat clouds
That move up
That join together
That give rain
That call my soul

To turn into smoke
And linger together

I pinned my soul to your heart today
It stayed there for a fraction
We blooded together
Pouring tears down our caged minds
Moaning
Inhaling pain
Tormenting joy

In our future
We stayed for a fraction

Firm rope landing
On angels of darkness
Wing is stroking
Last sunset drunkness

Finger one
Thumb above
Happiness is space
For spilt transcendence menace

Growing from the air
Stars are chaos felt
Flying like ravens
Menace is a heir

Of firm ropes floating
Angel is a letter
Movement oscillating
To transcendence the ether

Night is lines

Mutual illness conforming intuition
Of spirit

Laughter
Is darkness playing a rhythm of torment

To the night

Lines are knotted
Hearth is rebirthed

I am a black hole in a tunnel of death
I crawl like a scorpion on the side walls
I am a swirl and a scrap of life
That beats with the oxygen in a tremble bereavement

I am vortex, migraine and nausea
I hit bottom like vine symposia
In the cellar of mash
I burst into insomnia

I breath in cycle utopia