tenasuri

“With evry burden and evry loss,
I enter the night-
Yet I can see in the absence of light.

My eyes are closed:
not black in the dark, but blue,
Your eyes chase me like predacious flue.
So I walk in
With blind will and blind faith...
Still.”

“It’s part self-denial, part admiration,
It’s the other-self best perception;
It’s a blessed misconception.
It’s a priceless Quotation,
Not a mathematical equation;
It’s more than any verse,
Or twist or wor(L)d Rotation-
from Halleluya to hallucination.

Love is start and goal,
It’s peeping through the coal
It’s diamonds tickling inside your soul

Is a feeling, which exceeds any other;
It’s a baby born from no mother.
It’s something learnt without Notation,
And, above all and most of all:
Love is never an obligation!!!”

“Your silent writes more books
Than all efforts in letters I took
Your muted voice floats and pauses-
My red-rivers split like Moses.

Your eyes speak to me in silver looks
Like the whispering (waters) of the brooks
Your hands draw in me unspoken words
Which paint the soundtrack of my soul.

Your smile is a flower that never closes:
For your breath has the scent of roses.
Your hair shines like a field of wheat,
My comb plows during your sleep”

“The clock shouts o´clock the sharpest hour.
Again the ruthless rapist knocks on my door
It´s golden fist disturbs my solitude chor
‘Sweet dreams, all dreams’- the killing voice echoes sour.

The beautiful thief has the warmest touch
Winning your senses with his silky attitude.
But courting the night with a darkened prelude
He leaves- the tender grief of sunset in your heart.

Thus heaven gives in, obscured by seduction
Radiantly dressed glows its finest jewellery.
Below lies the stolen diamonds gallery
Where daisies are grown from Fate´s reduction.

Like a love song dies without a singer;
Like a blindman´s lost without a noise
My days are nights without your voice
And in those nights the stars, too far they linger...

How could I grab one and place it round your finger?”

“To sign with red letters
My heart commands a perfect pact
Strangely unfair, yet fair enough
-The bittersweeter the better.

For the sake of Hell
and for Heaven´s as well
I´ve arranged a date with Satan´s bride
So the Devil can call himself divine.
From the Sky to the roots of Earth,
Thus my prayer descends unheard:

Should I win your smile with this humble rhyme
Be the King of your Heart for just a day
Then my eyes your eyes shall obey
For the rest of my suns and nights.”

“Hail the army where all soldiers march
Blindfolded, unarmed
Before the red necklace of hidden moons,
Whistling sweethearts favourite tune
Unconciously unplugged,
Walking down and up Love´s hungry path.

The troops shall celebrate a circus parade
And heartbeats sound like a great grenade!
Euphoria pops out the bottle of pink
Champagne;
Victoria returns from the battle of Minsk
To Spain.

Silence!!! (General T. Silk speech)

‘Praise the Lord of War, the Goddess of Love:
The greedy finger shoots out proud,
The golden lark shouts out loud
In roses and guns everything´s allowed’.”

“In foreign counties of orange lands
I have fought many battles within me.
For your cause or what you caused me
Under different names and flags.

Like a constant force that drags
The noblest part of my every vices
Commanding all my secret devices
The dirt and beauty under my rag,

Your silence shouts clear orders:
My voice yourself disorders.

(So) I prepare my answer in my exile
For a question that remains unheard
Shipwrecked from your mind´s Nile

Dressed in my General attire
I render and surrender my weapons
Which I never knew how to fire
Before your blue circular pyres,
For their last and first second.”

“I should exclude Spring from my verses
My voice silent to Nature´s first boom
My heart quiet like a gas balloon
That flees t´wards the sky- traitor to my senses.

I should forget My Country in my letters
Its sunny people and smiling days
The kindest father and a mother´s embrace
For you distress buried for the better.

I should erase God from my books
And my faith in a higher Something Else...
He, who allowed all notes I took!!

I should destroy everything in the end
Life´s agony dethroned from my shelves...
Be your will!!!- but I shall keep your name.”

“For your most convenient inconvenience
I have finally forced myself to ignore
Metamorphosing reality into metaphores
So your absence becomes a sour ingredient.

Your invisible claws steal myself from me,
And there´s not me anymore- just you.
Just a cruel, plutonic rhapsody in blue
That echoes inside a chest-hollowed me.

Empowered by your acid-lucid eyes,
Virtual dictatress, you rule my country
Unaware of distant love-hungry sighs
With tic-tac tactics and tantric laundry.

A brainwashed clown, a senseless droid
Under the spell of your first blink I fell.
Wheel of your will is my fortune cell:
I am trapped by your Paranoid Polaroids.

Blond photographer of my lifetime script,
like a blue acrobat now I walk on the rope
of the haunted secret that your eyes encrypt.”

“Beyond your burning blue magnetic spheres
Beyond the icy clouds that surround them
Beyond your voice, most precious anthem,
Beyond your useless Faith in others near;

Beyond the earthly twists and confusions
Beyond the subtle walls of frustration
Beyond your craziest games and inventions
Beyond my stampede of blindfolded illusions;

My love is present whenever you preach:
Even where the stars´ glow turns diffuse
Or God´s mighty hand seems not to reach
There´s plenty of my love for your abuse.

There´s no magic secret, no holy (S)word
In this fairy tale of pretty rosy thorns:
I’ve just learnt to love you love beyond.”