Instilling remnants of moon
from midnight departure...
Rest of the underbelly of society
is sleeping into existence...
Some lost dreams,
over my parable of nightmares,
float hypnotically while
ashes move in the room,
and one trunk of verses
want to swirl up thru smoke...
Mine eyes have wondered
when did light
string me off from slumber?
When did every city, town, hamlet
go crazy by the moonlit edges?
Watching the sky so long
eyes are wondrously blinded;
Nodding trees sway their heads,
swelling distant vistas...
And over the night,
under the night,
with thousand and thousand sparks from darkness,
the sun is lost somewhere for dawn...
Would you believe
I lost myself
long ago
within your eyes?
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With head weary of thoughts,
I gaze deep into The Book;
Somewhere its silent folds
An indistinct fiction
Secretly sustains the truth
Within pages of ageless intent...
Line by line
It slices deeper into mind,
Piercing thru some theory of everything...
And there
In one brief blink of existence
I sat dumbfound,
Loyal to the listless faith
For nothing ultimately mattered,
Except for those peering words
That cannot be hoarded
Or eroded by time,
As I thought of the believers,
Uttering their noises
From within the boundless walls
Of conscious fortune...
Yet all too quickly
Only shards of doubt
And bits of unfathomed thought
Were left...
Crumpled and untouched;
By breath of The Highest God,
That only the living could still believe;
What poet or philosopher
Ever endured
To embroider
Such moment?
As I kissed The Holy -
Obediently nodding to tradition,
Prone to prayer -
It stated to itself:
With each sight of light
The Worlds flicker
As the faithless sinks deeper
Into nothingness
Of everything else,
Relieved of ears, eyes, tongues;
While faith within faith
Stretch to splendour beyond...
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How many times, my love,
Has night covered my earth?
Can’t remember...
I wonder alone,
And only silence keeps
My distant voice you have heard -
No one complains like me word after word after word after word...
I make the lips a whistle
And make the poetry a tongue
Only to gather cursed responses
Returning to my complaints
And though I was listening and listening,
From destiny and fate -
I wasn’t familiar with such echo in wait after wait after wait after wait...
...Until a shadow appeared
With a face I knew once a long ago
And then I saw from two quivering eyes,
From that same once a long ago sky,
Float a versi-coloured butterfly
While I smiled and I cried...
And eternity took flight
And the future fell away
And though the past was losing view -
Memories came filled with you after you after you after you...
Tonight I do not sleep,
I do not wake,
I do not live,
I do not die;
The full world's asleep now,
In the yawn of my yes-like mouth,
There is no lip;
In the yawn of my no-like mouth,
There is no tongue...
Lost in the silence of space and time -
As I roam thru sky after sky after sky after sky...
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Numb walking beneath the thunder of infinite
Where life flourishes like plastic in forgotten gardens,
Green yet violet when the seasons bloomed -
Dreary and weary now, of dream and drama...
Liquid colours drifting on branches
By rainy remnants,
Brick-coated shiny plates of thirst
Wave strategies of movements -
Tormented by moonlight
Lit by midsummer neon’s temptation
In vertigo, living brief in lullabies of passing cars,
As the nights walk choking
Across pouring highway...
The sky falls grand and full of misery;
Hide shadows beneath leafs
Like born to lamp-post
In the flesh of twisted trees
Where sins of storm and mist
Move thru pictures of victims
Like torn origami puppets
Cut from neglected strings
While liquid dark lights flash by,
Playing wet smile and suicide of innocence...
Walking faceless, watching phantoms
Within hypocritic landscapes...
Somehow, how not sure, ended up at the end of the street -
Alone and tired, oh my shadow,
Do the rain still feel me?
I am no one;
Walking in black track,
Walking wracked
Like those actors cracked on bad luck,
Nothing more than the verge of sidewalk,
Less is to be less of me...
The signs on the walls glimmer in gothic red,
Spraypainted with hands of gentrification,
With lights peeling off neo-multi-story
Buildings paint my reflection on pulsing flash
Somewhere this side of city...
Walking in black track,
Walking wracked,
I am no one and I want no pity...
...For I am just an October boy
Praying beneath the madly moon by the last of June,
Lost over one foreign grave,
Standing by one here,
[Like there is always the death...]
Routing the strayed tour off home,
[Like there is always the home...]
Thinking of a girl I love,
[Like there is always a girl...]
Fumbling on me...
[Like there is always the me...]
...And my memory falls away...
...And I cannot breathe...
...And oh my shadow,
LO!
I
Am
Not
Breathing!
Yet
It
Feels
Like
I AM!
Are
You
Breathing,
Oh
My
Shadow?
Oh
How
I
Wish
For
A
Flicking cigarette...
Well,
Where does it end, begin -
This insanity?
No way in, out thru these black exits stretching further...
I am like the sheeps who go to sleep
Trapped in artificial sorrow;
Dreaming in telly,
In the silence of electric lambs,
Living Jesuses
Living Mohammeds -
Just to bleed their crosses and stones over my palm and head...
But the streets are still wet and cold,
Where my body sleeps like the Gods, roams like the devil;
Running,
Less running,
Less walking,
Less standing,
Less crawling...
...Dead and desolate by the breath of dusts...
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I let my hand scribble across withered bloom
With fingers pointed at embarrassed petals
And over the roses, under the roses
Tulips speak to me like an unsung majnoon;
Surrendering to the thorns that stab me
I bleed to the core for a dryless dew
To give you the promise of an unfound flower
That scents the words of eternity...
I let my ears sweep across wandering offspring
With my lobes piercing thru their sprawled palms
And over the city, under the city
Youth cries to me without motherly handkerchief;
Surrendering to its shrieks that deafens me
I chant melody of the Holy
To give you the lips of faith
That smiles upon the hopeless innocents...
I let my feet demonise across the streets
With dusts hitting on mine eyes
And over the highway, under the highway
Autumn comes to me shrouded in darkness;
Surrendering to its leafs that harasses me
I detour to the fancy of your mirage
To give you the whisper of forgotten doves
That wings over thirsty miles of spring...
I let my eyes voyage thru the skies
With head downcast and folded in thoughts;
And over the shadows, under the shadows
Oblivion sits to me as a nightly guest;
Surrendering to its wave that engulfs me
I pick the bits of visions from thousand last nights
To give you the duet of midnight dreams
That spreads on tomorrows of all yesteryears...
And there,
Boredom got tired of my darkness,
Until insanity went crazy of my madness,
Until sadness complained of your silence,
Until creation wondered at my loneliness...
And from that lone vast of existence,
This poor, pathetic me could only pick up
A word -
For the heart has come from the tongue;
A lip -
For the ear has come from the song;
A whisper -
For the story has come from the Gods
A duet -
For the passion has come from the odds...
And that passion lurks in my veins like a murderer -
Committing arson, shattering music;
Skulking in my every cell, every blood
To paint red alerts from borders after borders after borders...
And when it comes forth
Even the Gods would cry out for mercy...
And thus I live in madness divine -
Break the spine of my devil and watch me healed,
For no one can feel what it’s like for me to feel...
Give me Ismail and I rebuild the holy-black-cube for pilgrimage;
Give me Musa and I dry the oceans from my cane;
Give me Daud and I kill for wisdom;
Give me Issa and I breathe life into clay-wings;
Give me Mohammed and I swap the rocks for my body...
And yet,
From that mad vast of existence,
I would still pick up
That word,
That lip,
That whisper,
That duet -
All for you...
All on a fresh new page...
All from a brand new draft...
All in a grand new binding...
All wrapped up for a life-longed dawn...
That’s all,
That’s all I can give to you...
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