Air Humans

In their strive of looking different to the ones around-
Uniform people struggling to rise above the crowds,
They always fall-
Birds without wings,
Violins without strings,
Hearts recirculating the same day,
Predictable smiles dissolved in the same morning coffee
Which paints with saccharin their staid array.

But who are us to judge?-
-Wretched air humans -
Hanging in between their dull happy nights and our lack of definition,  
Watching in sorrow their uneventful condition;
Translucent wings hovering with our shivers opened above
As they make their sweet earthly love...

What’s imponderability good at?
Is there any hierarchy like the one we've been taught?
Are they indeed below, are we truly beyond?...
...Unanswered questions sliding on my eyelids, my temples
As I emptily embrace the idealized projection of their angels…

...We were meant to fly, they were meant to stay,
We were meant to cry, they were meant to be ok…
The sky’s the wall and we can’t land on their grass
Just like they can’t reach to our shapeless sighs,
So don’t crave, don’t fight, just be…
Enjoy your flight, be light, be free…

- to Mr. T.W.
05.05.2014

Orgasm

Tirednesses come, one over the other
Hours, one by one, from my flesh biting
Longing convulsions of pleasure keep me awake until violet,
Explosions of unconsciousness in my open eyes flashing

Jailed by your phantasm between the walls of my mind
I roll awake in my bed like a ball of fire
Kissing dry sheets until my lips bleed,
In hugs overwhelming a shadow higher and higher and higher...

Like a snake I slide around the lifeless bedding
Cuddling to the moisture of your made-up sweat;
Your diffuse shapes kaleidoscopically flicker under my eyelids,
The darkness gets filled up to the ceiling with your envisioned scent

My spasms get high, gripping the steam of your veins,
Their frequency blazing my cheeks and my brains
A halo of flames projects my love in the skies
Yielding to you the tears in my eyes.

My gasps, my scream, so real, so strong
More real than any reality has ever to me come along,
Calling your name, slide back down my throat
Choking in heavens the heights of my mind

My pulse gets dreadful and weak with each dawns,
Melted inside my own insane sleepless nights
The sun rises again, blinding my sight, radiographing my sorrow
Walking on clouds, between homeostasis and collapse,
Wasting myself, I slightly hang on the vines of your willow...

-to Mr. T.W.
 20.03.2014

Nightmare

Why do I keep picturing past lovers
Making hard love in front of my eyes
Why do I keep being banned with legal papers
From my own pleasurable visions and sighs?


Why do I keep replacing your beauty with another
In each and every dream?
Humiliated and threatened with the exclusion
And leaving behind a defeated plume of steam?


Why can't I just enjoy the butter of your kind
Momentarily sliding... anointing high wires?
Why do I bother to see myself as a bridge
Between your current state and your true, instinctive desires?


Should be because I am aware of my extinct star condition, so far away from your cosmic system
A stray comet casting its last burst of fire upon your green kingdom
So well I know that it's not any of the three dimensions which keeps us apart, but the fourth
Hastening towards the cold sinister graves our growth.


God knows I'd keep it unbent with all of my nerves
Even for a sole bouquet of several whole-heated flowers
Why then, in the name of the Lord, can't we deride His narrow universal laws
Since we all turn to dust in just a few hundred thousands of hours?...

- to Mr. T.W
17.03.2014

Aerial

Crying your gods out,
Disenchanted because they didn't gift you with their boring perfection
You climb down your DNA spiral
And crash its stairs with each step that you make
Towards your fragile inner self.

Drained of its unexplainable rotation
And haunted by the double helix
Which makes classical measures of rigidity impossible,
Revolving the sun around the trees
And the trees around our own perception,
You search for outer cosmic means of scattering yourself
Into insignificant entities supposedly unable to feel,
To bind to laws that empower us with the holy balance
Between weakness and strength.

Running away from both belief and denial
Torn-hearted and aerial,
Floating on egotistical clouds of gold
Above the relative nothingness,
Pending just on the stubborn stairs that keep growing back
Again and again, healing,
You still...
You...

- to Mr. T. W.
26.02.2014

The Sphinx

She was cleaning the floor of my antiquated tears
Wiping them off with a dumb happy laughter;
My love was bleeding through her genitals
Portraying religions of sunset on the forehead of our beloved. 

She was slapped, mocked at and whipped 
I was just lonely and high, 
She got knelt down, disheveled and blown, 
While dumbfounded, I was just wondering why

I was thanking the Heavens 
For a few conventional phrases a day, 
While she bemired the Sphinx in our sheets
Claiming that everything is fair play. 

15 minutes have passed like a knife
Opening a dark tunnel in my viscera 
Through which my utopia escaped this dual world
To rest in peace, in my distilled loving era.


- to Mr. T.W.
11.02.2014