A god's Suicide

I am drunk,
I am stonned,
I am feeling fine
Now...
I commit suicide

Nothing...
and noone...
that's how I was born...
that's who I am...

a worthless piece of shit....

I am getting old...

I can't take it anymore

Thank you....

She replied...
"You were born as a God..."

Gardner, Gardner, Gardner

Gardner... send the dogs away!
Gardner... send the dogs away!

These are my roses
black and sad,
filled with sweetest smell
and the most delicate nectar

You are the prologue of every poem I write
the main part of every passage I conceive
and the epilogue of my life's epic...

Follow me...
Let's fly together...
before the rains stops falling
before the sun sets
before the moon comes full
follow me to the skies
above the clouds
above this planet
above the layer of dreams and imagination
way above this moon, past the holy star
in that place there is no name for our nation

I am the king of the mystics
and when I play my harp
muses arrive at our birthplace

Gardner...Gardner...Gardner...
get those dogs out....
they are messing with my life's triumph

I trudge in the snow
I swim in the rain
I dive in your dreams...I

'm everywhere...
and nowhere...
I am right here...

Remember me....?

Strange as yesterday

Will you be my someone?
Will you be able to take it all away?

Can you get rid of me?
Without hurting yourself or me?
Tell them to wait
Tell them to wait
Strange as yesterday
come and take me away....

Love Poem

We seek for lost part of our body
through out the times eternity
we give, send away and we receive
we are happy but also sad
something missing, really bad

But things will change, you'll see
Things will change, you'll see...
It's not a promise nor advice
it's the legend of time's demice

Look out....
She loves you
Look out....He loves you

The finger left alone
in search for the missing hand
a head with no eyes or ears or nose
just a mouth to say s/he loves you

Death Stanza

Again....
Again...

Can you see how it will be?
It's my ultimate plan
To see in the notes of music
to grab the hand of fate
to laugh when misery strikes you

Lost in a tale, carved in stone and rock
all said and done before it happens...

There's somebody waiting in the temple...

Ride my black horse to the eastern shore
wait for the ship to come
shall it have black sails or white?

Ride fast
ride fast
and do not carefor what they say
it's just me...
waiting for thee....

So cold..
in this cave there's no oxygen to breathe..
My eyes are torn..
my blood is dry...
yet so warm...

The death bird is calling me....
the death bird is flying next to me
and no one understands...

Nothing to do with pain
nothing to do with misery

I awoke when the sun rose
I put my armor on and walked heading to my horseI
rode into the castle
and visited my father king
and I saw him sitting on the throne...

King of the Dead..
where is the queen?
Where’s my mother queen?

"I want to get her back son...

but can't ..."

I rode past the rainbow,
forgot all my treasures and my quests
lost my love and every feature
can't believe the trip I'm in...

It's impossible
it's so predictable...

Good guys always win...

Who am I ...
Death...
Death.....
I cannot see ...Death...
kill me....Mother....
mother....?

This is just the middle of my story
a story to last
a gate to pass
a knot to solve or cut
believe it or not...
imagine that's the thought

It hurts to break away
but still I'll have to play with fire
and be burned like a molten metal...

This is it...

Will you kill me?

My mother had never left the castle after all...
A tragedy to live in...
to make me feel happy...

A plasmatic world
no such word...

Common...kill me...

It's all over....

Surfers of the night

We are surfers of the night
a path that leads to exile
is our life
and the cosmic "beam" that brought us here
comes from a star
the one that you go back to
if you are yourself during this life

The air through natures intruiging influence
whispered:
"You are a soul to break last
You are one of the kinds so special
You re eccentric and controversial
They need you, lead their dance"

Surfing through the night waves
gave me a chance to stay awake
glowing a strange light in my eyes
I could see through the dark
had no surprise
Oh...where is my god damn prize?

Enlighten up!!!

Wake up!
Wake up!

Take my hand!
Take my hand!

There's no retreat!

A small sparkle and you're here...
shut the physical eyes...
open the eyes of your heart...
come and meet me...

communication established!
communication established!

Oh what a bliss....

I'll go deeper now...by myself....

Enlighten up!!!

Philosophy Ramplings

That's all I am able of doing these days....
saying pretty words ...
and nothing more...
Life won't change...
that's why I sit in front of a box...
Yes...everybody knows... I know that...
All I am asking for is a chance to leave.... but...
nah...
this life I am doing...

I have nothing...
nothing to do..
nothing to prove...
no dreams or speculations..
I am a nothing...

You seem surprised...
But u gotta have faith they say
Faith?
Faith to what?
"If you have faith everybody can kiss your ass"

The only one who kisses my ass is my underwear...
and that phenomena is described as despair

I am tired of fighting lost wars ...
I always was my own godthen I stopped..
then became again..
every action was a failure
there is no right or wrong anyway...

Philosophy is a bitch...
makes you screw up your mind...
about everything...
I am tired of that...
I want something clean and fragile to protect
a king to serve a queen to love
even a monster to feed or breed.

my queens are dead...
one of them is dead...
the other has left the landscape...

"will u die today?", she asked

there's a purpose of living in the world...
the only thing that hurts is....
that I have to live for other's sake... not mine...
I have nothing to offer to myself...
I live to offer answers to the questions of the others...

As I said...
I am an observer...
you need something, you ask me...
Crazy huh?
Insane??

Well..
I am of no use anyway...

I have been destroyed,
I am fixed an ancient like tragedy to live in...

You know...
the net offers you a mask ...
that hides what people don't like on yourself...

Well I disagree...
My perception is...
that the net is something that hides
the faces of the others from us...
We do not see the angry eyes of the ones who we talk with...

we do not see the hate, or jealousy, or despise or disgust...
people feel empty in some ways...
but they have to burst against something...
and I am always the one who they burst on

Everyone has enough on his shoulders
why should I add more weight on yours...
even for a bit...

Get lost,
leave me alone
all I can give you is a rotten bone

Pain is not a quantity to be measured
Some say I need love...

All I know is that love gives you a break for a couple of days...

Am I wrong?
Tell me...am I?
I am dieing to find out...

"Faith to yourself and love of someone is the cure
Alone no pain can you endure"
But that is just an excuse...
Why should you fight to see another happy day...
when you figure that there's nothing worth doing?

I don't want to live dreaming for a happy future
I know how the future's gonna be ...
not that I can see it...
its just common sense...
I am no prophet that is sure
but you can see what's coming from this world..
.and with it...
believe it or not...
down go both you and those who you care for..

Live on a deserted island...
is another answer
I would be so happy there...
and lived my days there...
but I don't...

You wake up in the same room everyday...
see the same miserable faces every day..
do the same things..
think about the same shitstuff...
it's a revolutionary circle..
a rounding wheel, which you have to stop...

And if you close your eyes
And make a world of your own
you won't have achieved anything

I've left the world..
a million times...
people take drugs to get away...
Others fall in love instead
or murder other people just for fun...
for a change of life...

I'll stay forever young...
at the face not at heart
at heart I feel 30 years old...
the face shows a man who is not old

Thoughts during an airport survival

Trying to find an idea
a solution to this mania
at a time when there's nothing to consider
and be subdued as a problematic figure


Part I

I really love you babe
I really love you babe
cause every time I see you
I feel alright

It's just a shade
with purple eyes

It's just a woman
with golden hair

She's dressed in black
to hide her spark

....

And the music pauses
when she poses
to intrigue men

I want to love you babe
I really love you babe
When I see you
I feel alive
I feel pretty good
I feel alright


Part II

It's just a vision on the mirror
It's just a creature, who lost its vigor
But she's ok... she's fine
Cause I would love her in time

She is my bride
She is my... other side


Part III

There's my angelic bride
She was waiting for me at the other side

She turns me on
even when I can't get it on
Look into the mirror
and see yourself in chains


Part IV

Well I bought a new necklace
jewel for my bride
She thought it was a compliment
for her being my guide
there she's waiting for me
on the other side

She is like an angel
dressed in golden dreams
she is like a baby
vulnerable by all means

She is a fantasy
from an other world
she is a princess from a foreign place
she is a goddess of an unknown religion
She is mine
She is me
I am she...


Part V

Figure it out my friend
this game could never end
It might seem a little strange
but it's my only way of explaining
of inventing
of replacing the misplaced


Part VI

Roll the rock twice
it's just a game with dice
its science fiction
just an addiction

Place it on paper
in written form
the beast is free
a beast you cannot see

She is a fiction
she is my addiction
she is my world
and my hands are cold

She is a kitten
she is a reptile
she is lion
she is a python

She's trouble...


Part VII

She can suffocate you
when you stare her in the eye
Her sight, sharp and cold
might freeze your gut

She is a fiction
oh! those blue eyes
pure perfection
delicate thighs

I want to love her
justify her
purify her
show her

The world is mine....

Intervening
Surprising
An advertisement
full of amazement


Part VIII

Oh those eyes
oh those eyes
I'll bet my blood
she is clean and grand

OOh what a fiction
she's an addiction
I can't stand it
it's devastating
tremendous beauty


Part IX

Some things never change
the hunter is haunted too
it’s a godly pledge
women to craze you

Well I bought a new scrapbook
to put my poetry shit in

But then she left with her daddy...
Oh I hate her daddy...

Just touch her hair
and mmmmm
that's more than I could bare...
And then she left me
and I burned my scrapbook
Oh it was a crapbook

For she is gone
she is her daddy's whore....


Part X

Son aged 25, goes to his father and tells him:

"Father ... I need more money;
Father ... I need a wife;
Father ... I need a life;
I've got none of those"

Father looks at his son
with pure delight
it was finally his chance
after all those bloodsucking years.....
and replies ironically... bursting his grand disappointment:

"So fucking what.....?"


Part XI

Time flies when you pay no attention
Life cries and you still pay no attention
You die and you don't have to worry about it anymore....


Part XII

He can be sad and happy
He can be short but deep
His name is Morpheus
and his father's Sleep


Part XIII

Well I bought a new face
which is full of grace
to get rid of the disgrace

I bought a pair of boots
tried to dig out my roots

It's so hard to be you
but still so easy to do

I bought myself a new drink
and I sat down to think
it's so easy, but so damn hard
but I'm myself now and therefore glad


Part XIV

I sold my kingdom
to buy a ticket to nowhere

Oh it's such a laugh
it's really sad
to bare the change of time
right into your heart

I am a shareware
I am every youngster’s shareware

I am everywhere
I am everywhere

Where?

Oh god where am I?

On an airport
waiting for a plane
waiting for my friends
to continue the game
to play on the game...
My game....