Exiled by Victory..

The winged falcon…

last breath before akkadian revenge…

the universe seems full of cosmic indulgences..

as I am about to be exiled…

by the repulsive envy…

of pyrrhic victory…

cultures come and go…

stringing up silences..

hacking off kisses…

in this day and age of Midas…

i feel hamstrung…

i weep like the lost dahlia …

in the forest of uncherished Amazonas …

exiled by the contemptuous guilt…

of cheated triumph…

Death strikes at random…

sudden rupture in unknown blessings…

hatred sweeps up a tsunami…

sudden disruptions in sacred kisses…

in this eon of the unsung Helen..

i feel repressed…

depressed by the clouds of unaccounted correctness…

i dream like the carcass of a merciful scavenger…

imprisoned within the circus of unscrupulous samaritans..

exiled by the ghoulish fires…

of incorpulous conquests…

and ravaged wombs…

all and everything is shunned and drummed…

covered with the fragile veneer …

of dubious morality…

things get tabooed …

by sudden impulses of a schizophrenic generation ..

trust is thrusted through…

often at the cost of ignominious decay…

defeats are bargained..

in the altar of unseen calculations…

in this day and age of sleeping solaris…

and drunken djinns…

i feel savaged..

i feel primitive..

stripped off all layers..

of complex copulations…

and miraculous whims…

i emote like the uncaring virus..

from the ruthless future…

invaded by ceaseless rigor mortis..

of anarchic regimentation..

i march on..

like organisms weeding through..

the zircons of chiding finity…

exiled by the tender mercies…

of the gifted poison ivys..

from countless uncharted distinctions ..

and solicitous achievements…

so i spend the express hours..

of my life…

in trying to embrace in…

the pensive barrages…

from my soiled kingship…

managing relationships..

and a while scion..

of ungrateful cactuses..

always trapped in a.

pitiless win -win..

situation….