THE ENTRANCE

The Hell has slapped my noble face
Blue blood ran over the mouth of mine
And here I kneel
Scared to the Death
Oh,
Miss me please
Oh,
Do not kiss…

I’ve slipped through some hands yesterday
Palms…
Who was there to touch my body?
Him…
Who was there to pour my wine?
I failed to fade
There is no body...

The Hell looks empty
And bare like Hell
It smells the rust and berries
The airiest spirits steal by corridor’s way
And mount the wall to reach Gods’ heel
They prey on prayers
Touch can not heal

The wall like gold inviting flickers
Faking the freckles on his body
Tastes like blood of thousand Men
Alive
Deceased
Those Barely Buried
Every disease they proudly carry
And each of them
Invites for Feast
The Tables burst with grapes
Wine’s dripping…

I though refuse
I though won’t go
Man’s dried blood lies
The Feast has died

I whistle at my Guardian Raven
His vast proud wing swings to reveal
The backdoor entrance to the Heaven…

THE KING

I'm wearing words instead of skin
Within my soul
I burn the holes
With holy brush and sacred paint...
He...
Hasn't left the building
Yet...

HER...

Mine and forever

Painted inside

My pride...

IN MY HEAD...

In my head
There are Worlds
Painted purple and green
And sometimes red
Like dragons feet's nail enamel
Polished and dry
Long six meters and sharp
Touching the cells of my brain
Scratching
Until the blood starts dripping
In my head...
The Worlds do not fight with each other
They gather at the fire of the Dragon's breath
And Light the cigarette
In my head...

NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME

Touch the second
Trapped in a capacious cup
And stare to see the time
Sweating inside
Living the life out
Can you smell it?
Condensed on the inner side
Condemned to death
The victim of felony
In agony
Collapsed
To become a steam
In order to exist

Even time himself can not resist the Lapse of Time
Irony?
Can you sense this moment
Perched underneath your nostril?
Shut your eyes
Can you see it now?
It's taking a bow…

Now, can you yell
At the face
Of silent space?
Imprisoned in the cup
Hear the thrill as vibration of the air in your ear
The Air will never be the same
This moment is not going to happen again…

ALL SOULS DAY

Still here...

CABERNET SAVIGNON

Wine and light
Embraced lips
And us
Contained one in another
Supplementing each other
Gleams
Gathered inside the glass
The latent mirror glances at us...