Sad morning

There are despondent mornings of days cunning
as the cancer which interfere in the chinks of the soul,
split short of sharp words and of stabs.
Feel again these faults and these wounds by cherishing your soul.
Reconstruct your sphere with a honey of tenderness,
use the poetry and the Amur,
the morning sun, the blue of the sky tinged with silk,
the Life.
Soft.
Be soft with you, Woman.
Do not believe what say the rough voices of the Child-men.
Do not believe these warriors disguised as knights.
Get closer to the Jester.
He, knows the poetry of the Amur, the jokes which make you smile.
And if nobody can caress you, caress your heart of the light of your lips which half-open.
And if nobody sees that you are beautiful look in the mirror, you will see the Beauty there.
And if nobody sees that you exist it's not important.
In your Realm, you are Princess.

...My sister writing

My sister...

Woman in the women's multitude,
Wearing the women's flag in her broken heart...
Sister of all sisters of the world
who never see the light
at the end of the tunnel,
Human being digging her life
as digging a grave...
Where is the bliss that she deserve,
as much she's been carrying with courage and self-denial
her part of the mankind's destiny...

Courage, sisters, courage my little sister...
Your suffering is your light
for few you free yourself from the men's weakness
Your quest will success for few you rebuild your realm...

Coz in the second level of life's flowing,
Men are the ignoramus...
And women the tomorrow's hopeness...

Dedicated to all women heartbroken...

XXX

Desert GoodBye

No Tears
No Cry
No Regret
No Missing

Just a place
I feel inside
I'm letting empty
My footsteps
In the sand
Will forever
Go to eternal
Memory

Single Seat For Eternity

°

-

A single seat

Was waiting for me.

One which have drawn

A place to be

A single place

Was drawn for me.

A seat dressed of white

For me to pray.

One single seat

Was waiting for to be filled

With golden wishes

Of humanity.

-

Wish You were There

Pictures at Oung Jmel This morning 7:00 Am

Emptiness Moment

When suddenly, time seems to stop
When suddenly my mind focus on a stop of eternity
When apart from civilisation turbulences
When everything in me turn back to original peace
When you and me become God's dream
When nothing ugly is hanging around.

I close my eyes,
Press on the trigger...
wait it is done

And through my hand
reveal unspeackable event.

Picture tooked at Oung Jmel, at night, with only stars as any light.

The broken Heart

...from a childhood sweetheart long since dead inside with
a soul choked on amputated vision ...

The broken heart always sings a song;
The same song veiled of tortured orgiastic mask;
The broken heart self-disjoined in two,
One for the dream,
One for nightmares,
Eternally non-stopping from aller-retour;
Like a restless human pendulum
Above his own unreachable center;
An unbalanced feeling pushed into disorder
By ghostly ex-ternal memories.
Magnetic childhood’ shocks to perpetual whirls,
The broken halved heart under baleful fate
Always sings his song of veiled despairs,
Thinking no one hear,
Thinking no one come.


Hey, little sweet broken heart…
Don’t you hear my own song ?
Don’t you see my own wounds?
Don’t you feel my own failure,
Hidden in the hollow of our resemblance?

The broken heart will gather soon,
Coz
Evil is dead,
Black fate enlighten,
Horrors memories turned silent,
Obscured days blessed,
Tears crystal cleared,
Sharpe nails smoothed

And smiles recovered

Eternal sunshine is on the way
To slide in between your separated halves,
And from its merging fire
The unified golden heart
Will beat forever clear
Its song of revealed elevation…

To The sweet heart I hear to cry, sometimes...

Mystery Man Is ...

I am the mystery man,
My own wish
To be half revealed
To
unwanted observers…
Coz I know as well
Where
The rapacious wanderer
stays

I am the mystery man
That brings self reflection
To those
who want to know.
My mystery is as deep
as dim is the watcher.
Looking at me
Meaning self-exploring
Everyone’s own shadow.

Be one darker, and I will reflect the obscurity…
Be one angel, and
my wings move the clarity…


I am the mystery man
holding in his
arm
More and more
Of the mankind’s behaviour,
One immaculate gown
That sin’s redemption
Have tainted with the same red blood
Of
messiah sacrifice.

Between plenty of amazing
Hidden words of
revelation,
There is a key of them All.
There is one master piece
That led each of us
Through the lacking of grace,
Of world's ugly
reality,
One is transcendence
To flaws and despairs
One is at birth
of mystery

I am a man
Only a single, a simple man
Dressed in
mystery
Covered by the unspoken,
Painted of white and black
Unified
in one breath
By one alchemical process:
High Love.

And no one
else
Than my soul mate
Will read my formula
So don’t even try
To
identify who is talking to you yet…
Only my precious love,
The woman who
did captured my glance
Can see me as I am.
For you, wanderers of
yourself,
I deliver one light only,
My mystery…