forever night

in river blood we see through

each other’s grass limbs. to the great

masses we are captivating the inner

truths your art distracted me into this

longing abyss and starry nights were

caplillaried again. frozen kisses smudged

with freedom now, freedom here.

strength lies in tomorrow and

manufactured horses

are running with brief steal walls wrapped

around their distance legs. let us go

through the masks that we already wore

on our forever night. 

fortress horses

i am your dragon inked

indigo and galileo under

the moonlit stars.

we were once melted into nothing

and flavoured with dragonflies gazing

into they abyss of our plagued canvas.

before the light goes north we will

rupture each other’s sideway

prayers to become the heavy mess

we deserve to be enlightened through.

resurrected limbs restoration

chanting and misspelled cathedrals;

portrayal of us.

fortress horses on a glued stage singing

your favorite green country song

and dancing freedom repetition.

in my eyes, we could carry the documentary

of this genocide we would fall into place

dancing melted in the foreign rain.

gilded beards and unnamed books

tethering our truths behold.

pleated skins and muscular eyes;

the same documentary eyes. 

light i saw

when it was slower and

the spaces between us did

exist we were on our cardboard

pedestals grieving the mocking

heights. darkness made me

write into you and the light i saw

at the end is why i am living off

of its’ every stroke of genius

breath. 

of choking air and

caress of closed eye'd opera;

feeling the everyday of the

capital capillaries widen our

distracting trees. now i am awake

and the stage in the dream is no longer

mate black, it is a suddenly shade of

longing for life.

because i will write about her eyes

and the glory of her togetherness.

the tree of lifeless and historic

compassion.

words are my soulmate

from what we saw, we entered

the realm of us in fair emotions

with rugged walls.
shaved off lights are coming at us strong;

heavy distances with acrobatic

skins kissing on metal shelves.

blackened sacrament twisted off

with dreams of laying awake on

your fear. we cramp outside

us and consider the rain when

we lie.

vinyl records memorized by

charcoal’s painted inspiration.

i am serving your dark studies

with my museum secrets.

i become defend by your

opaque silence; it is numbing me

into a forbidden tomorrow.

words are my soulmate and

i will, i will never let him go.

words will mean everything once

you disappear into the deepest

blue of loss. we will wander

and be forgotten; all the more

reason to live.

i am your wilderness viking

i am your wilderness viking and

substance is ridden with hazel

eyes and velvet temper.

i am your writer

your writer your writer and i

am invisible if i cant

be your nothingness sonnet.

solving the mountain shy

of dirt and hatred of

these timed inches.

with a shovel to mold

my soiled feet

and a watered ladder

to climb up with.

i am a gothic painted librarian

wondering off into the

poetry of mummified history.

walking painlessly with agricultural

tempers ;

we are aggravated in

soul dehydration. 

this is not a poem; this is a letter

dear angel of rhythm, angel of deep meditation,
my angels Zen and Laya,
all i ask of you...

i will love you unconditionally 
but all i ask of you is that you see through the eyes of all living souls in this world.
i will love you unconditionally
but all i ask of you is never intend to hurt anyone in this world.
i will love you unconditionally
but all i ask of you is to be selfless to this world.
i will love you unconditionally
but all i ask of you is to be compassionate to even those in this world, who are not compassionate to you.

i will love you unconditionally
but all i ask of you, always my love, live your truth and no one else's.

because i will immortally love this universe's world
for giving me you.
for allowing me to love you unconditionally.

all i ask of you my sweet angels, is to unconditionally love this world back and to always know this my love, know this with every step you take into this world...

i am loving you unconditionally.

where i dance

i wanted cold and bitter

and feelingless tingles down

my throats.  in devastation

my missing parts are always

brighter and i am shiny

plastic dancing on the blackest

platform closing the doors

on faithful windows.

we are yesterday and

never today. and the

sentence is always

longer at first.

in the beggining where

we are whole.

gothic library

barefoot running along green

sands of gothic library walls

i am holding a bouquet of

balloon trees; she stopped to

turn around and wave back at my

future. don’t be afraid of

my darkness because if you

look closer only than can

you hear, see, feel, be one

with my soul.  they ask, “why

the darkness in your art”?

i respond; it is my most

beautiful me, my most unedited me

you will ever see. the beautiful

decay of every day of gone

and becoming me.