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Snow clings silently
Cemetery on the prying dent eyes,
Arcane inmates sleep

Menace after death
Deprived and dried like fish bones,
somebody's love and joy

Teasing, men are cheap
He will leave craving at dawn
Bleak joy in between




hypnotic



Rainfall of the night
Lost judges prepare for fate
Ornateness in winter

Unleashing danger
falcon fantastic hypnotic
Blows chaos soft, cold

Impeccancy onhold grieving
leaving one disappears, red
in obscene carbon trees





Void... please help me


I see no face in here.
But something surrounds me.
I can't look it in an eye,
speak from honesty and heart.
Nobody's here.
Even in an absolute silence, 
I'll still catch a heartbeat.
Not here.
It reflects nothing, 
there is nothing to reflect.
It's not a mirror.
I can't touch the surface.
No negotiations. 
No need, 
no want.
But I know
I am here, 
so, what I am?

please help me
find me
somebody 
like me
I'm here
please save me
spare me
from myself
from the Void

Soulmates never die


Real love is once in eternity. It defies time, death, dimensions ...
Everything else is an option.

Obsession, envy, jealousy, desperate parasitic need that grows no matter what, in dark. 

Hate...

I know you are not my soulmate,
Because when I look at you face,
Your eyes...
I just see how many times I died.
And soulmates never die.
They never make each other 
lesser, 
smaller, 
miniscule, 
invisible, 
ugly,
cold,
filthy,
random, 
crazy, 
dead...

So, you are not.

You, 
are, 
just, 
... nothing. 

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

You are an enemy.
...

Soulmates never die.
But, neither the enemies...



Suspended



So, I'm that random person on a sidewalk.
Let go. Just let it go.
Everything inside is shredding apart.
Everything around me is cooling down.
It's not me who is pacing to that little death.
My whole being is just a still image,
a permanent suspended mode.
To move my blood you should,
first, break the void.
Everything you do
I observe with a still wax face
Of a motionless doll.
The cruelest creature who ever lived...





It's never enough


The disappointment is understandable, but
My rage is incomprehensible.
How many times alone
You killed me in your mind.
Your hate ate out my heart
Like a fire.
I substituted it with a rock,
Cold as Arctic.

I had that feeling, yes,
Similar to this,
The clothes filled with empty madness,
Walls one must pretend
Because for real, there is nothing behind them.

I had that feeling, yes,
Through your skin.

It is a commotion of touch, no sound, no pain, no sight.

Not here, not now.

You know it as good as me,
But still, I died how many times.
How many times, how many ways in your mind.

This is a trap and I am not that cruel, you don't deserve the truth.

It's never enough, the only thing to regret is a pity after,
And that strange tension.

Nothing is so diminishing,
to be condemned
By the innocence.

It is the pity after, what stays, and that light.
Reality-dream, dream-reality,
It doesn't matter.
It happened.


Twizzle and Rain



It's a heavy burden
to make a living as a shrink,
a kink to an every fool
whose life sums up movies and eating.
Trying to contemplate the sunset,
the reason to everything,
while listening constantly
some stupid kind a champ
whose soul revolves
around self-pity and grieving...

Have you ever heard a person's crying
for being in love with Nutella?
No?
Then you haven't seen it all.
No, you haven't at all.

Have you ever heard a person's trying
to marry a bobcat doll?
No?
Well, then you have seen nothing at all.
No, you have not!

'Sorry boss, it's a twizzle and rain,
again that crazy one who waltzed down the drain.'

'Secretary, please hold all the calls,
till he fizzles 7Up with a pack of
sewerage flavored all-weather balls.'


2 chairs 1 lake




2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
and your mind - Aw, well -
she is here with me.

I always end up wielding your head
upside down,
I always end up on this peer
somehow...

Beast's a beast, no matter how you turn It,
lock It in a tower put It in a sty,
It's stripped of any purpose, a hilarious
joke paid by misery.
Do you hear that screaming laughter,
inside,
an overlapping song that falls within itself?

It's a sin to be that devious
without a proper sponsorship.
I want nothing, you'll take anything,
let's make a deal;
I be you and you be all me.

2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
so swim up here grab a seat,
take a fish, do you wish
to live a life in a dream;
drink its blood, eat that flesh,
feel the sun,  breathe the air.

I'll make your wish come true,
you'll never be alone
in your fantasy about
the ghosted line towards the Moon.

Don't mind the magnitude,
a sunset, and the rain,
still and quiet it's just that part of a bay,
a Winter brought into the existence
with a soul,
on another side of a spring,
there is nothing to worry or fear.



PICTURE

queen



Any dishcloth can be a queen,
it's the King who rocks the board.
But, the only thing I have to do
is better of all the things you own.
You can
switch the trades with the rooks,
carve the knights in ebony and gold,
send bishops into the religious zeal,
play pawns and upcart any of them,
but all those fools who adopt your rules
have nothing on me, I desire
no prestige, faith, treasure or passion.
From all the crimes you crowned me with
I only want one, to be a Pendragon.
So, Bitch, rock it for me.



Because I'm Golden


There is a half being, in my mind.
It feels so wrong, luckily nobody saw him
because I'm golden.
So should I decorate him,
should I cream it with the glitter?
It feels so bad to say, but he is just like you
- shallow and needy, just like you,
- vain and overbearing, just like you,
- selfish and complicated, just like you.
Everything, everything in this world that
hurt me, blamed me, left me
is 'just like you'. And you are golden.
Not an ideal picture to digress,
but he even has friends.
I keep them all, I grew them as pets,
creepy crawlers and fun flowers,
a menacing dread, little nervous insects
at the back of my head.

I am golden and you're my Golden
- rage - ice age - rage-
and it's this half-thing behind ( my eyes)
that wants your admiration but
the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.
You are my golden rage,
I grew it against my top predators,
the dinosaurs and even now (when I told you)
I still want you to treat me like a little prince,
but the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.




Feed the Dragon

burning tires, smoke where's no fire...
I don't need to do anything, they will do it for me.
Just sit here on my throne of petals and read
bleeding screams I wrote in her mind,
come on,  shy and graceful moth
she is driving me off, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...

'What car I am driving, a steering sliding wrong way, 
this girl must think I'm so nice and funny, 
I want everything today, I don't even wear the makeup
- Montagne Rouge - but wait?!- 
where I am, there is nothing in this town, 
only the shadows,  where are my children?'

It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on the impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!

***

Everything that walks with your name,
they need so little, be aware,
when I dust the sand off their clothes and eyes
see the terror when a fairy-tale
substitutes with the madness, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...

I'm already in there, but don't show her my picture.
It's magic, it's a magical being!
And this is a pet cemetery, the hearth is falling,
cracking in the million fragments there and now,
don't forget to call just to be sure.
It's magic, it's a magical being!

It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!

Recommendation, lyrics link to...


Grinnell Peak in Glacier National Park Montana America

Plana de magica

This is not a bliss. I can't call it a curse,
because I don't know what and where.
What have you done, you did wrong
- when broken a mirror took everything.
Find that mirror, before it forgets.
even if you do, it won't patch it back,
you can't return it inside
without a permission from another part.

I wish, I wish, make my wish true.
I'm so bored, alone and a fool.
It can't be true. It's a lie.
The mirrors don't talk. They don't  blink...
Don't they...?
You never stopped to think,
when you pulled out a thought
from your own reflexion
- it really feels like a dream.
Doesn't it...?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all...

December, no gravity

Please don't call the Devil, the Devil's in me,
I'm his glittering Hell,
and he doesn't answer my calls, anymore.
Please don't call the God, I don't want to know,
I don't want to hear his voice,
his voice is all over me,
who you are, what I am.

Everything stopped; the air, the planet is slowing, the gravity...
Everything; time is dropping pace,
like the temperature, the curvature,
all the lakes are the perfect reflection of the terror.
The darkness pulls me up, the sky,
his voice is all over me,
burning the dust, the rust
- but there is no stopping, free will, no gravity....

December, I know, when it's over, I'll burn,
in its ice,
because I have no center, everything stops.

I'm the pearly angel, my wings shine high and wide
in an ocean of time,
shine like a pearly line of the burning jewels.
But, it cuts my chest cold,
from the inside out,
and there is a solar flare with my name,
and I am a diamond mountain on its way.
No gravity...

Bloody Sally

Treason is a murder that kills not a body
but a heart, and when your friend
pulls the trigger, there is no way back.
What you have done, for no reason,
all in my name, a blame,
you made a monster
without me knowing it.

But you have lied, nothing of that is real.
I am not coming for your love,
I never wanted it but it took your soul.

That's why you're haunted by me,
you will never let go.
You've lied. Destroyed
everything in madness,  it was never me.
How could I be?
You have blackened it.

You wanted to kill it, all my
quantum realities, possibilities,
just to build your cripple little fantasy.