Dried Papyrus…

The constellations are aligned..

the trains are running on time…

bullets destined for destruction..

hearts ready for ceaseless deforestation…

but i still had one dream to share..

and one secret to reveal…

but skin lies entangled…

distance becomes a wall..

ink gets shredded..

and papyrus dries..

into a medium punishing…

unaccepting of your heart

and my thoughts..

The seasons are perfect..

for a sin or two…

sharing our energies..

with smiles embedded between our lips…

but it's the time of the solstice now..

Gods to be praised..

living space to be won…

virgin souls to be wasted…

love  to be bombed..

so onward march…

my great hero..

my fallen soldier..

my much nurtured eclipse..

my much gracious shadow…

and rain down the fire of hell..

on those admonished idiots..

who dared to oppose our calls..

but i still had one whisper to partake..

and a rainbow to get lost into together…

unfortunately eyes can no longer meet..

distance has become a wall…

the ink lies shredded now…

and papyrus lies mute…

dried with arrogance quite shocking..

in return for my endless love..

and much chalked out thoughts..

now it behaves in a manner stranger..

than the beings from the underworld

absolutely collaborative…

in recepting my much needed song..

where i bequeathed all my remaining universes..

to you…

my much estranged..

GI Joe…

the nights are quite long..

crescent moon..

enthralling smog..

wish i could die by your side..

and get lost in the pollution of

fallen souls…

the spirits seem calm now..

the mermaids ready for some unexpected

happiness to by chance befall…

but then all that we expect with bated breaths..

can never be realized..

in this or next fall…

yet i had one last precious word..

to sing into your sacred ears..

and one last insignificant alm..

to gift at your omniscient magnificence..

but our souls can’t  converge anymore..

distance has become a thorn of sharp quartz..

unshakable with a billion tornadoes..

unmoved to a trillion drops of honest salt…

so my blood lies smattered..

on the wooden cells of lies and defaults..

the papyrus of ideas …

has become so cruel..

that i now refuses to even partake..

some bits of my unintentional flaws…

it has become calcified..

sacrificed by my selfness nature…

i desired good for all…

now happiness has become completely opaque..

to all my consternations..

and my faithful entreaties without any fault…

it lies dried now..

along with all hope of mine..

continuing my existence precious anymore...

in this realm of betrayals and shortfalls..

for my life..

began with your kind remissions..

of really golden worlds of unchartered bliss…

and it will end….

until and unless you give up your allegiance..

to deceptive chariots.of malicious belief..

and come back..

to this much cherished but forlorn rose of yours..

and join back all the ink still not used up..

of my quite scarred constitution…

and resurrect back…

from the coma of sadness…

my papyrus of logic..

and endless passions…

with your infinitum of aura..

and your touch..

of magical energy….

otherwise forget me…

once and for all..

and bury my heart..

with all its treasures..

somewhere far amidst the great Pyramids..

for cold hands to discover…

when all the carnage stops….

and put it up for wisdom..

for the masses to learn from...

my thoughts..

Dried Papyrus…

The constellations are aligned..

the trains are running on time…

bullets destined for destruction..

hearts ready for ceaseless deforestation…

but i still had one dream to share..

and one secret to reveal…

but skin lies entangled…

distance becomes a wall..

ink gets shredded..

and papyrus dries..

into a medium punishing…

unaccepting of your heart

and my thoughts..

The seasons are perfect..

for a sin or two…

sharing our energies..

with smiles embedded between our lips…

but it's the time of the solstice now..

Gods to be praised..

living space to be won…

virgin souls to be wasted…

love  to be bombed..

so onward march…

my great hero..

my fallen soldier..

my much nurtured eclipse..

my much gracious shadow…

and rain down the fire of hell..

on those admonished idiots..

who dared to oppose our calls..

but i still had one whisper to partake..

and a rainbow to get lost into together…

unfortunately eyes can no longer meet..

distance has become a wall…

the ink lies shredded now…

and papyrus lies mute…

dried with arrogance quite shocking..

in return for my endless love..

and much chalked out thoughts..

now it behaves in a manner stranger..

than the beings from the underworld

absolutely collaborative…

in recepting my much needed song..

where i bequeathed all my remaining universes..

to you…

my much estranged..

GI Joe…

the nights are quite long..

crescent moon..

enthralling smog..

wish i could die by your side..

and get lost in the pollution of

fallen souls…

the spirits seem calm now..

the mermaids ready for some unexpected

happiness to by chance befall…

but then all that we expect with bated breaths..

can never be realized..

in this or next fall…

yet i had one last precious word..

to sing into your sacred ears..

and one last insignificant alm..

to gift at your omniscient magnificence..

but our souls can’t  converge anymore..

distance has become a thorn of sharp quartz..

unshakable with a billion tornadoes..

unmoved to a trillion drops of honest salt…

so my blood lies smattered..

on the wooden cells of lies and defaults..

the papyrus of ideas …

has become so cruel..

that i now refuses to even partake..

some bits of my unintentional flaws…

it has become calcified..

sacrificed by my selfness nature…

i desired good for all…

now happiness has become completely opaque..

to all my consternations..

and my faithful entreaties without any fault…

it lies dried now..

along with all hope of mine..

continuing my existence precious anymore...

in this realm of betrayals and shortfalls..

for my life..

began with your kind remissions..

of really golden worlds of unchartered bliss…

and it will end….

until and unless you give up your allegiance..

to deceptive chariots.of malicious belief..

and come back..

to this much cherished but forlorn rose of yours..

and join back all the ink still not used up..

of my quite scarred constitution…

and resurrect back…

from the coma of sadness…

my papyrus of logic..

and endless passions…

with your infinitum of aura..

and your touch..

of magical energy….

otherwise forget me…

once and for all..

and bury my heart..

with all its treasures..

somewhere far amidst the great Pyramids..

for cold hands to discover…

when all the carnage stops….

and put it up for wisdom..

for the masses to learn from...

my thoughts..

The Window Sills..

dirt lies hidden..

desolate considerations..

capricious expectations..

so let the heart be locked..

and let my dreams be closed..

for once the window sills are opened..

then there will be revolution aplenty ..

and many a soul mute..

will get hurt..

truth lies obscured…

manifestations multiply..

flattery glorified…

but wars are never won through words..

and tears never put across through lips crossed..

so let my desires be entombed…

to be treasured by only the seekers of integrity…

for once the window sills are opened..

then there is no reasoning fair..

where depraved vengeance…

will take my actions…

into someone’s body..

and someone’s else’s throat..

the obsolete repeated…

the same videos in a loop…

the bubble maintained..

with the helium of a follower sworn..

to maintain the existing status quo..

but i never ever understood…

the propositions of patience..

the virtues of waiting are quite alien..

to my conscience ravished…

so let my ideas be caged…

rich poet..

wasted moments..

all be washed away..

for once the window sills are opened…

then who knows in what form…

chaos enchanting yet menacing…

will be ushered in into a world ..

quite sane and violent…

the dynamics are quite fragile…

minute asymmetries..

really precise ratios..

the sun comes angry everyday…

and the moon expresses its mourning every night …

and the sails hitherto remain static..

stagnant with hope..

staled by imaginary castles..

and cosy kisses..

so let my passions be repressed..

with steroids and herbs utopian…

for once if thy window sills.

of thee untraversed desert is opened..

then who knows what toxic famine of love be unleashed..

on the virgin blossoms of pain…

the Presidents are elected..

once every trimester..

of political filthyness..

shallow words..

glittering campaigns..

the dance of freedom goes on..

with reality actually caged by

misconstrued faith…

so my sins remain unheeded..

pleasure not to ever grace..

my barren shores with her refreshing winds..

of change magnanimous…

Alice will never see..

the wonderland outside..

a dour universe….

so let my visions be forever sacrificed…

into the pits of meddling negativity…

for if the window sills are opened once..

then who know what crucifixion..

will be destined for krishna..

and what hell for Moses……

The processions continue..

right caste..

wrong dowry…

blood splattered through fire…

cries wasted in stones…

but all is prosperous..

and everywhere there is development…

and it would be so rude..

to interrupt…

the profits of snatched wisdom…

so let my entreaties be silenced..

and let my fears become invisible…

for if once the window sills..

of my sixth sense are ever opened..

then who knows..

what laws of power will be broken..

without a hint of much maligned shame..

and what stars shall we gain to inherit…

we mere ants..

of a divided earth…

so lets all cover up our window sills..

cower under the harsh light of the distant galaxies…

and conquer not Mars pretty..

but rather the spires of sand…

of the nearby temple , church, mosque, monastery

or synagogue…

and keep on hoping for that artificial messiah…

to be the noble warrior..

and trudge his or her golden boots..

through the dusty cobwebs…

of our abandoned..

decayed..

rotting windows..

and aged perceptions..

my thoughts...

La Ventana Sills ..

la suciedad se esconde ..
consideraciones desoladas ..
expectativas caprichosas ..
así que el corazón se bloquea ..
y dejar que mis sueños se cerrarán ..
por una vez, la ventana se abren alféizares ..
entonces habrá abundancia revolución ..
y muchas almas de silencio ..
saldrá herido ..

verdad está oculta ...
Las manifestaciones se multiplican ..
adulación glorificado ...
pero las guerras no se ganan a través de palabras ..
y las lágrimas nunca se ponen a través de los labios cruzados ..
por lo que mis deseos de ser sepultados ...
para ser valorada sólo por los buscadores de la integridad ...
por una vez, la ventana se abren alféizares ..
entonces no hay justo razonamiento ..
venganza donde depravado ...
se llevará a mis acciones ...
en el cuerpo de alguien ..
y la garganta de otra persona de alguien ..

lo obsoleto repiten ...
los mismos videos en un bucle ...
la burbuja mantiene ..
con el helio de un seguidor jurado ..
para mantener el status quo existente ..
pero yo nunca entendí ...
las proposiciones de la paciencia ..
las virtudes de espera son bastante ajeno ..
a mi conciencia violada ...
así que vamos a mis ideas ser enjaulados ...
rica poeta ..
momentos desperdiciados ..
todo ser lavados ..
por una vez, la ventana se abren alféizares ...
entonces, ¿quién sabe en qué forma ...
caos encantador todavía amenazante ...
se dio paso a un mundo ..
bastante cuerdo y violenta ...

la dinámica son muy frágiles ...
asimetrías minutos ..
proporciones muy precisas ..
el sol sale todos los días enojados ...
y la luna expresa su duelo todas las noches ...
y las velas hasta el momento permanecen estáticas ..
estancamiento de esperanza ..
staled de castillos imaginarios ..
y besos acogedoras ..
así que vamos a mis pasiones ser reprimidos ..
con esteroides y hierbas utópico ...
por una vez si tus marcos de las ventanas.
de ti se abre desierto untraversed ..
entonces, ¿quién sabe lo que se desató el hambre tóxica de amor ..
en las flores vírgenes de dolor ...

los presidentes son elegidos ..
una vez cada trimestre ..
de filthyness política ..
palabras de poca profundidad ..
campañas relucientes ..
la danza de la libertad continúa ..
con la realidad en realidad por enjaulado
fe errada interpretación ...
así que mis pecados siguen siendo letra muerta ..
el placer no a la gracia nunca ..
mis costas áridas con sus refrescantes vientos ..
de cambiar magnánima ...
Alice nunca verá ..
el país de las maravillas fuera ..
un universo adusto ....
por lo que mis visiones ser sacrificados para siempre ...
en los hoyos de intromisión negatividad ...
porque si los marcos de las ventanas se abren una vez ..
entonces, ¿quién sabe lo crucifixión ..
será destinado a krishna ..
y lo que el infierno para Moisés ......

Las procesiones siguen ..
casta derecha ..
dote mal ...
sangre salpicó a través del fuego ...
gritos desperdiciado en piedras ...
pero todo es próspera ..
y en todas partes hay un desarrollo ...
y sería tan grosero ..
para interrumpir ...
los beneficios de la sabiduría arrebatado ...
así que vamos a mis súplicas ser silenciados ..
y dejar que mis temores se vuelven invisibles ...
porque si una vez que el antepechos ..
de mi sexto sentido son siempre abierto ..
entonces, ¿quién sabe ..
qué leyes de poder será rota ..
sin una pizca de mucha vergüenza difamado ..
y lo que vamos a ganar estrellas para heredar ...
que meras hormigas ..
de una tierra dividida ...

Así que vamos todos encubrir nuestros marcos de las ventanas ..
encogerse bajo la dura luz de las galaxias distantes ...
y conquistar Marte no bastante ..
sino más bien las agujas de arena ...
del cercano templo, iglesia, mezquita, monasterio
o sinagoga ...
y seguir con la esperanza de que el mesías artificial ...
ser el noble guerrero ..
y penosamente sus botas de oro ..
a través de la telaraña polvorienta ...
de nuestra abandonado ..
decaído ..
podrida ventanas ..
y percepciones de edad ..

mis pensamientos