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তুমি হয়তো হলিউড তারকাদের মত অগুনতি প্রেম করবে,

ক্যালেন্ডারের মত প্রেমিক পালটাবে,

তবে একটা কথা বলতেই হবে হে নীল নয়না,

আমার মত প্রেমিক পাবে না!

কেউ হয়তো তোমার দেহ সৌন্দর্যের জন্য প্রেম করবে,

কেউ তোমায় দলিত মথিত করতে চাইবে,

কেউ করবে সুন্দরী নারীর সাথে প্রেম করার পরীক্ষায় পাস করতে,

কেউ বা তোমার বাবার অঢেল সম্পত্তি হাতিয়ে নিতে!

আমি অবাক হই, কেন তুমি বুঝেও বুঝো না!

আমার মত প্রেমিক পাবে না!

An hour pass midnight, my curse is

sleepless, mind weary, creative

thinking, imaginary vision; sleep-

walking in my dreams between

dimensions....Constantine!

Too walk in the dark one must

embrace the darkness, welcome

Moloch into your dreams, be aware

of the shadows that walk besides

you; often three shadows follow me

....nothing else matters once you

have sold your soul, enjoy the night

,and let the fire burn!

I met a lover in the shadows of the

night; her darkside is similiar to mine

, same interest, struggles, and

addiction....when all is quiet, stoner's

asleep, tweeker's hiding, and prosti-

tutes gone home, my lover and I get

naked and fuck at the crossroads

under dark skies, no moonlight....

only shadows!

Curse the damned, blasphemous,

heaven's abomination including me....

pale horse rider of the armageddon

with sinister ways; my name was

never written in the book of life!

Invocations to the dark, evil, and

unholy with sacrifice will open the

nine gates of hell; be careful when

evoking the spirits of darkness; if

your mind is not ready for what is to

come, your heartbeat will stop at

the sound of my feet approaching

your dreams, destroying your

sanity!

It is 2:10AM, invocations to the dark

side are becoming rituals, rites of

dragula, perversions, and manisfes-

tations; Lucifer speaks in demonic

tongues, no need to translate, I

understand! Invocations to Lillith

with ghost songs in cemeteries at

the witching hour; my soul possess,

the evil within bleeds over the tombs

of the dead!

SoulKritic 2014 Copyright

Oh the intractable love I have for you!

Daily my heart yearns for thee,

To feel the touch of your lips caressing mine,

The scent of your perfume ever so lingering,

Your touch gently embracing me.

To taste the fruits of your love garden,

To sip the wine from your sweet, flowing stream is but a delight.

I see you in my dreams,

You rouse my most perverse thoughts!

The scent of a Dragon Blood incense slowly filling the room.

The distant sound of frogs chirping, like a bedtime chorus, making its way through an open window for the first time this spring.

Your strong loving arms holding me close, feeling the the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

The feeling of your warm breath just barely caressing the back of my neck, as you’re curled up behind me.

Tonight I am completely at peace.

Tonight, I am at home in your arms.

When the dawn ends,

You were leaving.

Cradled in your pain,

Winded.

You didnt want to fail yourself again.

Grassy dew-

Can't undo.

The feelings and your memories,

Stranded.

Stopped giving,

Upon living.

But she gave you,

What-

What you begged and desired,

For-

For continous love and,

Hope-

Hope, that you're not,

Alone-

Alone and on your own.

Faded bruises-

Your self abuses.

Traveling through your veins-

Burgundy, blue shades held within.

Your dead ends and disappointments-

Drifting from your memories.

Hoping for a chance to make a stand-

When.

She gave you,

Love-

Love stood the chance,

Above-

Above the stains and,

Never-

Never good enough,

For-

For the pain you seek to,

Cut.

She gave you love.

When you wouldnt love yourself.

She missed him
in her bed

missed the smell of him
the indentation

in the pillow
where his head lay

the silly
romantic things

he used to say
the kisses

on her body
every place

ending
on her face

but it wasn't
just the kisses

or the sex she missed
or the way

he fired her up
on entering her

the way
he did each time

no
she missed of all things

the deep joy
he brought

the kind
that only

happiness brings
she turned over

and gazed at the pillow
where his head

once lay
the missing indentation

the dark hair or two
the sight of him

smiling back
after having sex

another time
(he was never slack)

she felt
his absence

more so then
no ghostly smiles

or gazes
just the white

dumb pillow
laying there

smooth and silent
like a sleeping sheep

she ran her finger
along the bed

where once
his body lay

that is where
his butt would be

and there
is where

we made love
that last day

before his death
took him away

she sighed
the echo of it

filling the room
spreading out

each bit of space
sometimes

she thinks
he's still kissing her

first her body
then her face.

do androids dream of electric sheep the book i did read.. short story compared to the story of life.. i read the book of you and flip its pages quickly quickly my friend.. lover unknown person known.. lover known person unknown..

i read that book and as i do soft fingers trail across text.. the book of you has pages stiff and soft.. rough and smooth and at times i read it slowly too.. every puntuating mark a shock to my brain every train of thought rushes to my heart..

and i follow it chapter and verse to get to the heart of its creator.. i read the book of you and hope that it is not word for word as society has written..

but sometimes it is.. your passion plain to see becase you are used to being read by the average reader instead of hunger of imhotep.. child locked in a room trying to find the cure for a dying mothers cancer i sift through the words.. one on by one not missing a single stroke of the pen or drop of the ink pressed to print..

pages flip so fast they catch afire upon my fingertips..their heat fans out as i read on.. every day a few more pages but i know ill never be done because you are constantly changing the story.. new passions and mysteries write themselves in the book of your life.. new moments spill upon its pages..

im a book reader but let my fingers do the walking..

i wake up and think about the sleepers coinage and know that i have to get some more to “live” in their world.. what can i say, i like toys..

and so i reach into the closet for their prison uniform.. the noose goes on so smooth and i look in the mirror…. damn prison never looked so sexy.. sharp angles and flows of febric said as a sign to others that i was a predator among the sleepers.. a shark.. a suit..

and i stepped out into the sun.. thinking about this time away from their world.. dipping in it from time to time searching for you.. i thought of my hands that still remembered well the noose that is the sign of a world which keeps us apart..

but i do it for you.. i master their world and rise above it.. their sleepers coinage helps me buy the time and means to search for you.. to find you.. to reach you.. so i wear instead a suit of armor.. protecting my lovers heart from their jealous eyes… and wading through their words and doubts and plans and limits as i search for you.. to fly away beyond their grasp hand in hand..

but the pain of putting back on that armor.. (heavy and stiff compared to a layer of your smooth skin across mine..) without your touch was almost too much to bear.. so i am sorry for my absence..

just thought id let you know that feelings are always there coming from me to you without even a word.. for we have met and in the flow of life and thought that criss crosses this world we will meet again somewhere and so i wish you well thoughts on that journey..

Pointing out the obvious
The variety and the choice
The animal kingdom: Nature
Mother earth lover not hater
You be when you examine
In detail her grand design
Every cell in everything
Merkaba shaped, not kidding
Including me, you too
Everything that's in view

Mother Nature; symmetry
In every wood, every tree
Every rock, crystal too
Made of the same stuff as you
Every quirk, animal kingdom
Everything under heaven
Make sure you appreciate this
Attitude of gratitude: Bliss
Every insect, blasé of grass
A grand design made to last

Beauty of flight; birds glide
On the wind; graceful ride
As do grasses on the wind
All designed for reproducing
Even a humble ant colony
What construction, amazing beauty
All created out of nothing
Consciousness we are showing
Beauty also inside too
And this also includes you

When appreciating Mother Nature
You're a lover not a hater
But must not forget you
Essential to love yourself too
You and nature always as one
Both from consciousness bosom
Modern life; disconnections
On earth as it is in heaven
See the love in everything
An amazing life this will bring