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Neutral in silent sounds
of war, to become immortal,
the heart will miss the beats violently.

Your hubris has pulled
down the savage sky. Now the flames.
will come to sing my poems.

Too painful for me
to eat hey. The thirst ignites the
candle to burn at both ends.

Return to an old style.
I hold the breadth, crippled in
grip. No deterrence. I want your drink.

Let me become intro-
spective. I am god, creating moon’s
corona. Everyone looks schizophrenic.

Roses in summers were
sad. No color sticks. Only flowing
blood was red. Butterflies disappear.

I will weigh the-
massacre of daisies in cluster
assaults by shrewd mercenary hands.

Walking miles to search
the light, when nazism was taking
birth in silence. Who will call Buddha?

In the throes of power
and disaster- the twins will play with
transparent integrity to define truth.

Think for yourself like
a god, and question me without
losing your cool. A pain after a pain-

After a wound. I want to go
titanic. Wish me a rose. Why do you ask
disturbingly about the price of honesty?

Were you true to yourself
while feeding others? Talking with black
moon ?Will your truth survive without religion ?

Sometimes god dismembers
you. Your first love was what you
created. God tends to forget.

To love everyday was a
ritual. You burn an earthen lamp at
sanctum. Blue smoke was holy.

The dehumanization
was making the water red. I want
to dissect the truth to find an immortal.

Break yourself once
to know, what not to know. The
abstention was always better.

The nexus between star
and sun was deepening. Now in
darkness you will kiss belladonna.

Milkshade will marry
daisy. No one was an icon. We were
trying to find our image in broken mirrors.

War and love, there
were no pure words. You move to
snatch me from the earth. Neo-fake!

Man always comes with
the matchet. You reply with flowers
to invite peace..No answers.

In your charisma, there was endless
death. From comedy to hemlock,
Socrates watches and turns the head.

Not manifest tomorrow.
No dominion. Give me back my
blue sky..I want to fly to the moon.

What is this pain? God
sneaks a look. There was no
death. Elements go and elements come.

To be born again. Here
is my broken spine. Still I stand
There is no truth without lies.

The beginning of renaissance
bounded to sun. Nothing is left between
us. Time will not do any mercy.

No pain to hide I behind.
will or dreams. I am writing my
saga after crossing the woods.

My soul does not die.
O god I am like you. Cosmos
is my home. From where I come or go.