Art

I loved a heart so pure,

It gleamed in the dark,

I created a spark so real,

It lighted up the abyss,

I chased the moons and the stars,

It gave me Achilles heels,

I traveled the highway through the nebulae,

It gave me a treat of star dust,

This rendezvous of rejuvenation,

This morality of adoration,

This creativity of iteration,

This plurality of transformation.

Mundane

My mind was preoccupied;

My soul was dead

My heart ached

My thoughts perplexed,

My love was gone

My art was vague

My glasses were broken

My deserts stranded.

This realm of dismay

This pinnacle of failure

This strategy of killing

This behavior of insanity

Trust me

Trust you

Trust him

Trust her

O dear!

Where is love gone

Where has it drowned

Venus

The lines on my hands are speaking to the stars,

The horoscopes of the moons are lying to my face,

The fortune-teller is chanting a tale so epic,

That even Venus is hiding away from the skies,

The cosmos of the milky way, the galaxies of the multiverse,

They tell me a lie and feed me with details:

My existence is nothing but a speck;

Not in this world but also in your deck.

Exorcism

The art on my heart gives me time,

To think about my life with all my might;

You were on your garden, flying your kite,

I was on the streets, up all night,

You kissed my cheeks good bye,

You left me on the ocean to die,

You payed no heed to my cries,

I was on the verge of breaking,

I was on the edge of drowning,

You pleased my sorrow with the whispers of your tongue,

You made me believe in the exorcism of love,

Travel thy own road o you hater!

For, I’m a twirling dervish in my white cloak,

I chant the words of God to entrance my soul,

There’s no going back,

There’s no going back.