Betrayal in the Universe



Betrayal in the Universe


The fertility of my thoughts are held in distrust with the blade of the knife twinkling my name.

Blood by signature written in violence bleeding the pages to live a less painful life away.

The fear of poverty strikes me in the pit of vipers with the bite in closing the eyes for a fatal


And the filter initiated by the structure of creative safety when tides do turn are vague

recollections in the rages of claws which pierced none the wiser.

I was pulled down to drown by the string of watery graves which savors wetness in leaving

behind poisonous waters.

An inspiration to believe a suppressed inept erosion in glimpses of silent nuptial that is published

by the universe.

While my life canvas was titled, “Distorted privileges,” and was painted by a brush of fury.

Fear only touches once before disrobing itself and I was spared in a moment of tranquility.

A tragic death, a lone reflection began its journey in the grammar of overcoming powerless

tradition during the seasons of chaos.

And an exceptional screen displays itself in my mind which forges ahead with a detailed

imagination that is indisputable and evaporated by the change of night to day confessing in the

playground of afterlife which brings a pulsating desire to return back to the shackles of the

earth plane.

Unfurled delusions swirls in traditional spiritual avenues of esoteric bound by features piercing

my heart

While wise men with their feathered possessions express themselves to frigid anomalies tasted

with decadence in opportunistic trials and tribulations.

Silvery nights burning with required unimaginable desire propels me to transform into the

beast of burden being of a dark drama.

A delicious challenge interacts with a droplet then a deluge plagues my sorrowful

graciousness with divided rule ten times fold.

The bell has rung.

Please hang up and try your call again.

And this is when we feel a betrayal in the universe.



Moon in the sky

Twinkling whispers



Twinkling whispers


I will ignite your home.

Inside of you.

Where memories live.

I hang on to you.

In your freedom.

I have let you go.

And dreams are where we will meet.

To continue our journey.

Under a sky full of stars.

Twinkling lives.

We have known.

I wrote poetry on the wall of your soul.

Words inscribed in eternity

And etched in your essence.

That carries us together.

As I gave you my heart.

And you gave me your heart.

While darkness gives birth to the light.

Or is it that the light casts shadows.

A veil separates us.

That is most difficult.

In the web of humanity.

That sticks me to earth.

In Gaia’s prison.

Hostage of gravity.

Nevertheless, our hearts beat as one.

As we are one.

The wing has swept me strong.

And a puppet freed from strings.

I watch you fly with memories.

In twinkling whispers.



Death of a soul




Death of a Soul


I ate from the dust of cosmic dawning and spat out crackling stars,

While the light’s curiosity wanders into unknown landscapes painted by desire,

And the vision was on fire with drooping flames of pity.

We saw you claw ferociously at the fabric of blood soaked dimensions.

We also watched your hungry sabers slice through many cups of spilled chaos,

As we listened to the endless cesspool of human thoughts gone mad.

An anathema of esoterica ceased with a display of bruised lips and a knock on the chin.

The dark cloak smothered the stars and my precarious birthing took place amongst the vapors

of genie lamps.

I am everyone’s star twinkling anguish over a chosen life.

I belong to darkness within the Jaws of Life;

Bleeding the nights into pandemonium,

With masquerade shades of the moon,

And a simple silver language spoken.

A betrayal of the essence of regeneration tumbling for a fall and quickened into reality.

The curtain of Genesis now ripped and trying to sew itself up in tribulation.

A sackcloth dissertation veiled tightly over my listless spirit regurgitating life and experiences.

The soul of my flame begins an irreverence of dying down,

While the tongue hangs out, dripping of non-viability soured by an innate pulse.

This is when a death of a soul occurred in the upheaval of the ethers.

A dead soul was decried in the universe and beyond non compo mentis comprehension.

It wasn’t the first.

It spoke of carnal fire that speaks of lust.

And then,

A flicker was seen out of the darkness.








Bathing in the stars



Bathing in stars


Sparkling fireflies of the night,

With a penchant mystery for echoing lit solitude.

The secrets of the star with undetermined energy,

Speaks of their astrological jargon repeated in the travel of time.

Earth dwellers ride the twinkles in foggy eyes seeking truths.

A sign perhaps eloquently diluted of its meaning over time.

I sent a muse to the seductive moon who roams to the twist of madness,

Stirred in a basket of thoughts confined,

Static, in the symphony of the sky.

I wrote a message within a message which twinkled up the sky.

I ate into grief momentarily to banish and essence.

If I could unshackle myself from this prison,

I would take wing yesterday and bathe with the stars.

in stars



The morning of night


The morning of night


Bedding the day

Good night

Tucked away

In cotton sheets

Until tomorrow

In the present

Sun wakes

Being chased

By moon

Which disappears

In silvery dreams

Until night

Until day

The chase goes on


Good day

Moon, Sun

Framed in nature