Tԋҽ Sƚɾιƙιɳɠ LIGHT

Wow, how I see,
In this age and time,
No wise man to hear from,
I crime to feel it a crime.
Everyone is raking and digging,
But no hand's filled with gold.
Everyone is sweating on his own,
No gospel they're told.
No war is like Renaissance anymore.
None hangs out with the butterflies and rests on seashore.

I know a guy who has the biggest pit in his backyard,
His garden smells of burnt skin.
And he claims he is a man,
I smiled, concealed, disdain.
In my dry mind I imagine how a man is.
Too close to God that he seems Satanic.
God, now show me. Show me a man.
So real so my eyes get stained.
I've never seen any,
Why?
Did they too find Seven sleepers' den?

Alone I stand,
See the days die.
Nights come
And blacken my sky.
And the guy whispers that's why we're here,
To lust until the world forgets to love,
I know this fragrance of incest,
Clenching smiling jaws - oxymoron - essence of existence it is made of.
On one miraculous day I read the ecstasy book of nature mechanism,
The lust odes, the reckless longing, the dancing youth, the rejoice of body lyrics taking over potential souls and giving in to dark tides.
I know this bibliosmiac nostalgia, this is the same place where the cruel cold old lady fate resides.

Wow, how I see nature is the mother of life,
I'm life, life is pain.
Which is no evil, just like the invisible blood in your invisible veins.
Life has babies too, dreams and loss and happiness and gains.
I know living with them is not a fantasy that exactly it seems.
I'm not scared, I'm just sick and tired of nurturing them,
Obeying the similar vegetable laws,
Livers laugh at my wrecked ached arms,
They ask, this is the earth plougher, what did you sow?
Not mother, now I call on the greater one, a saint?
But he says prayers can't be answered as long as they speak complaints.

And then something happened.
In a wondrous morning, in the flash of monstrous headache and broken chains,
I saw a few faces insane, translucent limbs walking down the prophet's lane.
Their smiles are angelic and their stares are no home,
They were free, climbing up the stairs of unknown.
I screamed hey hold out your hands, is there the rose that I'm looking for?
Or,
Can you tell me that I want to hear?
They turned, heed but didn't recede.
Only laughed and threw a matchstick to my heap of dire.

I opened my eyes.
My castle of accreditation was burning.
Along with the rooms of notions having their genesis in small structures and squares and all the known geometrical shapes.
And I let it burn.
Cause I saw those strangers went beyond the flame tier,
Where their water bones flew upwards taking the form of softest feathers in the shape of wings of fire.
Their peace of halo was flaring twinning my eyes for was born a new,
It was the strangest truth I ever knew.
Yes, I'm high now and I couldn't get much higher,
Take me to your bed, your place, your social blair_
Crowd of hostile figurative fighting flesh there.
Why I'm high?
Cause drunk eyes don't abandon lie nor liars.

Wow, in the breeze of dawn how I see,
Strangers once had pretty faces.
Had only companion of life,
Had music and brushes and visions and madness.
And suddenly the voice struck me on my face,
Hissing so deep : that's a man looks like from the surface.
Now my sight is red and my cry is gold,
My prayer's been heard, been answered and sold.
A blue car on a tour, just quick passed running out of the suburb.
I smile light, now I write all my poems only for the twenty-7 club.

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