In hell

Abode in time, exerce the night,
blind, but to hear
what was but tight,
elsewhere or near.
You should lift up the horizon,
that falls apart, above the wave.
The sky is closed,
a man is dead, heavy to cross
the land of lead. A rope of veins,
the mouth is sewed,
our lungs are filled with spit and ice.
A blind man walks among the trees,
just like a seer,
sheer as the wind
of glass his dreams.
He raves and cries when he fortells
the future near,
a life in hell.























just like bags of sorrow

As you came back near me...
i was floating around in the air like a bubble...
the room was filled with lights,
the walls covered with paintings which like mirrors
reflections of our minds were,
so i thought...

Reality is what can see
a mind trapped in a body
when yesterday was out at sea
and on the shore was nobody,

a ghost of flesh,
a young man dead,
this song sung all aloud
and a face painted in red.

Proximity of two shadows
who just like long lived dead
are filled with pain and woes
and tread only with feet of lead.

Loosing You And Me

Circumference is to the sun
a skin and for me too
my own body made just of light
my eyes in yours are rays of night.

Eternity is what i am for,
i leave you but the day before
dying at once in death
alone i am out of breath,

when loosing you is loosing life,
a struggle between me and I
a long shadow a game awry
the morning dawn that sees me cry.



Lying in bed

I shout the time out of countless bodies
of dead friends left in the gutter still
while the obsessed cadavers of oblivion
chase me in the corridors of the mind,

swept by the northern wind i dive
in the moats of the long lungs
harrassed by bewitched horses
i swim in a sea of green blood.

To hear and thus to believe
that we were once alive in this world of flesh
i hear packs of black wolves chasing the virgins
in the holy city of our crimes.

Let's decipher the alphabet of the dumb
while crying to sleep in a solid bed
sorrow lulling me to sleep thus i dream
of the bright days of my youth yet to come.

Madness

Building eternally sick
of dead features that we must pick
segregation of just disease
the ones we could but only please.

The eyes of death with rays so bright
that we can not stay into sight
of everlasting pieces of gold
as the universe unfolds.

Going through waves of fireballs
growing cancers within marrows
as one by one we should but fall
in the twilight as it glows.

Ripe with sun that needs no fire
i catch up with you in dire
road taken just too scarce
complexion of disgrace.

Leaving a body in a mire
i collapse into desire
whether the face i must erase
is like the portrait that i chase

Memories

Exchanging heart and grace
to repeat what is traced
the painting on the wall
a statue on a stall;

the pleasure of the sight
what should be said and done
supressing that insight
which inside us has shone;

the night out of its tank
we left it on the ground
it looks so smooth and round
with lights that in it sank;

to spend a life adrift
the hours that we lift
drawing our life away
on blackboards dark and grey;

to hear the sunlight glide
to feel it on your side
thinking of time that passed
like water light and fast

as memories should last.










Not so low my love (to Anna)

Solid the ground
the fields of dust
but to surround
what's left of lust.

Secret of mind
just to forget
what we will find
but not to get.

Your eyes of steel
casted like sky
will take and steal
just to deny

love that i can't
share but to know
what's scarce and scant
but not so low.

Out

take a breath go out, running,
alone in the void
see a face in your head...
it is yours
shut your eyes
and dream
for long hours and out of breath
in the void
alone
with four legs,teeth and tail
you're running
getting lost in the void
out, out, out
in utter darkness of the womb
you've not become yourself yet
stay still
in utter nothingness
don't go
just wait there, forever, in the void.

Purgatory

Extend
life in the maze
craziness of walking the devil in hell
spurting the gravity out of the self
awakening of the skulls
their jaws endlessly chatting
whispering in the heat of the flames
firing firecrackers out of my blood
while surfing on the blaze
i dive into myself.

So you must reach out
grab a hand and shout
your grief in the desert of the mind
empty as an urn
become yourself
calm yourself
and start revolving like a moon
above the scenery of your death
with the majesty of a burnt star
in the echoing of a cry.

Reflection In The Shade

Long the bone
in night i roam
a heart of stone
a mouth of foam.

Erased the face
i used to see
in scarlet lace
a portrait be.

A sole mirror
reflects my eyes
in deep horror
and in disguise.

Like the shadow
that follows me
on the tight bow
far away wee

the figure is
that takes me to
your reflection
in sighs and woe.

Reminiscence

Forgetfulness of a night lost
to live for one moment
and to die
of contentement,

a remedy worse than poison,
extremity of revival,
the bars without the prison,
a gain less so vital

than the loss,
the reminiscence
of time lost and, hence
the slow dying of consciousness.

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