Monday, June 25, 2007

Unloved Goddess

This body of her
Refined production
Flawless purity
Undeniable perfection
Soft as the dunes of the scalded deserts
Wild as the waves of the untamed seas
Forbidden as the apples of the ancient tree

The delightful skin
Illuminated by the morning star
Wanted even from beings of above
Burnt gently by the sun light
As if sewn from threads of copper
Still soft as tissue of wool
And appealing to the desire of men

Her golden hair
Floating in the air
With a serene breeze
Like harp strings
Playing a solemn tune
Touched by harmonious winds
Scattering like strings of silk
Spreading like wings of angels

Scarlet fleshy lips
Awakens sexual thoughts
Sensitive wet mouth
Stimulates carnal desires
Empowering to her ascension
Mesmerizing the soul and the spirit
Every heart bound to her will

Through her eyes
Twin precious pearls
Wide enchanted globes
Deep blue as the ocean
Watchful and perceptive
Like a predator
Calm and warm
Like a prey
Gazing at a distant horizon
With a thoughtful look
Dropping tears
Like frozen crystals
Filled with memories of the past
While an imaginable abyss
Slowly devours
The descending sun
Fading the light out

Her shape was exotic
Gift from the gods of the earth
Her beauty was exquisite
Spell from the fairies of the moon
She was wanted from all
Her nudity were holy and sacred
Worshiped and idolized
But never loved

She still waits.
For the one to break the spell
For the one to show her the true love
She would give away all of this
Just to be with him forever

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Ephemeral Sun

It doesn’t matter the day of your birth
It doesn’t matter if you would have never born
It doesn’t matter the people that you know
It doesn’t matter if you would die all alone

The sun rises from the east
Touching and embracing up the sky
Shining and gleaming beyond your eyes

It doesn’t matter the money you have
It doesn’t matter if you would grow poor and frightened
It doesn’t matter the goodness of your heart
It doesn’t matter if you would be perverse and sadistic

The sun stands up high
Flowing and floating in the heaven
Enlighten and warming before your path

It doesn’t matter how sane you are
It doesn’t matter if you would be mad and insane
It doesn’t matter how old you are
It doesn’t matter if you would die soon and young

The sun sets to the west
Freezing and killing down on the earth
Leaving and vanishing behind your backs

All go to the same place;
All come from dust,
And to dust all return

Friday, June 8, 2007

Portrait of John Doe

I grind my teeth
In an expression of rage
And claw my hands
Over my head
It’s hurting again
My skull is closing on in

As my brain beats
Throbbing and thrombotic
Hardening to critical mass
Pumping my eyes with boiling blood

Instead of a heart
Gangrenous and hypothermic
Impaled by frozen icicles of love
Growing an ice field in an inhospitable land

Feeling kinda awkward today
Just like in the last ten years
Sucking my memory dry
Not a thing i can remember
Only this pain, only this wrath
Like memories that abruptly
Flash before my eyes
After a amnesia
After being high
At high speed
In the highway to hell
Not a moment, not even a eye blink
Without the tortures and the eyesores
Not a second, not even a synapses
Without the horrors and the suffering

My pale face crossed out from any painting
Every picture of me
Distorted, faded, vanished

The opaque mirror shattered in sharp shards
Every reflection of me
Broken, severed, smashed

Confusing thoughts, troubled feelings
Are confined inside a twisted mind
Jamming the reality
Messing with my personality
I can be everyone
I can be nobody
I can be John Doe
Knowing nothing about myself
My identity is kept in secret
In the depths of oblivion
Swear i heard my name elsewhere
Whispered by dark shadows
Fleeing away from the high rooftops
Blew out by wild winds
Strange noises sounding like some foreign language
Forbidden spells that cannot be enchanted
Forgotten words that cannot be pronounced
Spoken truth, unsettling mystery, world conspiracy
All makes part of what they want
To cover my existence, to veil my sanity
All makes part of what they know
To counterfeit my visage, to forge my death

They made me hollow, they made me disappear
I am just a stranger with no name
They made me mad, they made me crazy
I am just a psycho with no sanity