Eternity

Every time our ways cross, 
This motive of mine could not be seen through my expressions,
But look deeper into my eyes, 
They would show my heart beats with sweet sweet melodies, 
Within them where thoughts fall into hallucinations, 
Neon green orchids and violet wild flowers bloom along our pathways, 
butterflies of black and blue lead us through the aisle of purple grasses, 
And into the candle lighted altar of an endless love.

Whenever you come closer before me, 
Shyness conquers all of my soul, 
Tongue tied as if condemned to being mute, 
Not even a single letter of love could be spoken, 
But to whisper words of passion in the lemon scented wind, 
Perhaps its breeze might bring a message of love into your eyes, 
A love so pure yet innocent, 
Sweeter than red red roses, 
And i promise to love you all through eternity.

Every second is spent dreaming about you, 
Wishing to touch your face prettier than venus, 
Yet i do not have a cent to buy you gifts, 
But poems and lots of poems, 
Every word is written by my heart, 
Sentences are ended with burning desires, 
Between those lines are my real intensions, 
Love and burning passion, 
If you can read them someday, 
Perhaps you will love a poet madly in love with you, 
With a love so warm you never dreamt of, 
Beyond your wildest memory, 
The happiest woman on earth will be you. 

Infidelity

Infidelity

In my mind, 
I remember, 
still vivid, 
you asked? 
Who am I to you? 
Everything and forever.

But the seas between us turn bleaker, 
the storm surge you bring tears my life into pieces, 
floating on the waves of destruction, 
your betrayal of tsunami proportion, 
totally wiped my sanity out, 
every strand of my life is fast collapsing, 
not too soon, 
into devastation.

Your lips of sweet kisses, 
once infested with witty words, 
and now, 
too sour, 
infected of your viral wicked lies.

Always and again, 
You asked, 
Who am i to you? 
A gruesome death, 
a decaying cadaver, 
decomposing in the labyrinth of unfaithfulness. 

Follow me

Follow me

Follow me, 
where the river runs in silence, 
with the blooming lavender orchids, 
under the canopy of vined trees, 
decorated by hanging violet flowers, 
let our flesh explore the senses of pleasure.

Deep into the forest and perfumed grasses, 
wet black leather on your skin, 
under the heavy full moon, 
let our imaginations run wild, 
our bodies seeking each others' fires, 
and taste the carnal pleasure
we never dreamt of.

I want to hold you tighter, 
caress every part of you, 
dive into your senses, 
and go home crazier than before.

If one day you will gonna leave, 
leave me still loving you, 
with love letters sealed in my drawer, 
but always remember, 
you will remain an immortal being in
my heart. 

Essence

Perfumed red water melon, sweet juices flow: Your chest protrudes, 
They arouse, seduce my sleeping craving: Imagination floats, 

Your body's curve is sensuous, pulverizes in me within, 
its fragmented beauty is a mosaic in my brain, 
soul of mine dares to dive into the pool of sin.

And you allowed me to delve beyond infatuation, 
with a bullet train in constant saturation, 
towards your emotional happiness, our final destination.

Woman! let me caress your heart in every hue, 
with me my dearest love to follow you.

On a mattress created by hallucination, 
let our interwoven bodies travel in fascination, 
and free ourselves from tradition.

Sweat scented woman, molten virginal crayon drips: Pure, 
coated our love a passionated heat: It will long endure. 

Age Of Dust

Age of dust

Where the mushrooms blur in halves, 
wither in the mist of anti-bacterial chemicals, 
rotten faces are poisoned chocolates, 
melting on decomposing grasses.

Why do they have to breath? 
The earth beneath their caps burns in venom, 
sterilized from the dose of methane gasses, 
and the air around them is purely smog.

Why do they have to live? 
We killed the soil of their homes,                                               
poisoned the creeks under their feet, 
everything around them is dried wind, 
and we forget that there is still
another day after tomorrow.

If that tomorrow will come, 
we will be waking up on the bed 
of food shortages, 
everything around will be painted with blood, 
peace will be as elusive as a slippery eel, 
men will be compelled to murder for existence, 
a world in chaotic nightmare. 

Aisle of Paradise

See those coals, 
they are getting dark to dark, 
sweating blue while sitting
on charcoal grill, 
their fumes of purple smog, 
darkened by your deceit.

Their fire is blistering, 
flaming with hatred on their eyes, 
burning the bleeding steak till black, 
you devour it madly with gusto, 
sauced blood with mushroom still dripping
around the corners of your mouth, 
wash it with red wine and cream sauce, 
wipe it with decaying linen cloth, 
while they feast on hunger, 
their intestines are filled with air
that sings violet death, 
and revolting in violence.

You're such a political fairy tale, 
of flying wings with lies
and stealing hands, 
a mobster walking on the aisle of fantasy, 
and of fake promises, 
converting the whole of a country
into a paradise, 
a beautiful paradise, 
infested with greed, 
made of slums swimming on naked water, 
infected with mosquitoes, 
dying in malaria and sweet dengue fever, 
and sleeping on hunger that lasts 
until forever. 

Impulsive

Dearest woman, enter with a feathered lace, 

caress the verses, the love of mine in phrase, 
truest words, adore your golden heart, worth a praise, 
if to covet you, the price is crucifixion, i will face.

There is nothing more noblest, 
than to die for love, it's the sweetest.
Fair skin lady, feel the rhythm of my heart, 
hear the music played, it beats your name, this love's the deepest.

Why do i love you the most? Facetious, impulsive sensuality, 
which your exquisite beauty, authenticated by humility, 
when in tragedy, illuminates dexterity, 
where it's banal, your personality.

Fabled fairy, come with your crew and journal, 
fabulous flashes, capture my song, surreal but literal, 
far from me, listen between the lines, you're fantastical, 
fantasm is gone, I do really love you, that's eternal.