M L C

upon me revealed
a poets dream come true...
never such a fantasy
turned into reality, you...

I dream, striding in your palms
and feel the lines in them
each line telling a tale
of past, of present, of future…

I crave, feeling the breathe of your hair
rushing like river between my fingers
every strand, every wave,
are Michaelangelo's bristle strokes

to kiss the warmth
of your young tender lips
the massaging caress
of your sweet tongue

the smell of your supple skin
and the hairs that grows in them
tickling the tips of my nose
like a feathers touch

the warmth of such tender flesh
bound upon the mountains and plateaus
the lakes of your areola
and the gentle moss covering your genitalia

the melancholic heaven
bound by your love
or the bitter envy
of your existence

Never have any nirvana
Nor any siren I know
But you, in you
serendipity

but then, again...
you in my dearest arms
is another poets dream...

for this I can do nothing but bleed in my heart...

SIREN ALLURA

Sing...
Sing for me
Let your voice
Wash the in-depth fears
Like rain on a muddy Sunday
Wail as wolves
On an dark prairie night
And fill me with courage
To struggle for existence
Lilt for me
As Cicadas do
And welcome the dusk
I'm taking off my mask
And rest myself of pretensions
Tune with my emotions
Warble and let me hear
The comfort bound
And the sweet caress
As you intone
Free me Allura
Deafen if I must
Than never hear you
You're my spirit, my soul
You're my will
My passion, motivation
Sing for me Allura
Or tonight I'll pray
The inevitable death
To take me away
Sing...

CELESTE

Your roam the streets
Floating on spirits and drugs
You fill yourself, your miserable
You won't sell yourself tonight

You're barely sixteen
But mom needs the money
And dad will be mad
If you come home empty handed

You stalk the street on the day
Careful not to get caught
By the big bellied cops that hunt you
For an innocent ladies bag

In the brink of dawn
You pray with Maryjane
You sate you lungs
With burned cocaine

And when the moon shines bright
You clothe yourself with satin
That barely covers your full plump breast
And your skinny white legs

Then a car stopped over
You seduce them 
Till they give the right price
Then, your in

In these cheap motel rooms
They pierce your with their studs
Satisfy themselves, peak their orgasms
Till they lay on the bed tired

You're barely in your youth
Deprived of your education
Bruised and mutilated
You're a walking carcass

Cry for your shattered dreams
Celeste, you're a paid nirvana
Till the day your wrinkled and charred
You die immoral

child

Blessed
With the eyes of patience,
Of purity, naive
Of ignorance, bliss

Seems too powerful
To move the world 
on the way it wishes
as total silence
can bring the ears
to bow down and die

bearer of the humility
 turning vanity
 into a mere concept
seem so unstained
unblemished
 by the polluted mortality

till, the innocence perish
till its charred and mutilated
till its time for learning ended
let me crave for a life 
an existence with such
as that of a newborn child

A Vampire's Song

Streak of red-hot blood
Flows wearily of beside my lips
Creamy, salty,
Filling …

I hunted this lonely night
Brought out by hunger
Motivated by suppressed pride
Successful, glorious

Now my passion is in heat
Stalking, once again
Like a silent ghost
Seeking another victim

So run as you can
For you can't hide
Your scent will guide me
Your fear lures me

Till this night ends
Till the moon gives way 
to the great ball of fire
seek I will, hunt…