Found in Burning

checkpoint-voyage of one of my narrative sintagmas

The wind of thoughts of cosmic entities
slides with a pen across your wrists:
removes the skin and immerses into the flesh
of memory’s feelings of your archetype.

Myriads of history’s faces —
in a film screening behind the eyes
catch the commonalities, I am the universe’s mind:
find the signs — infinity calls

The route of repetitions —
or to pave with flesh—
a path for the follower,
meditate atop the mountain of balance
.

A butterfly will break through
the glass
of congealed time:

Taste the shards of mystery —
we endow with life
the grave of a thousand nows.

In the flow of wandering,
I will cover your
wrists with calm:

The warmth of touch —
with the winds of feelings
of cosmic entities

—

vibrations
over flayed flesh

Wet wind of phrase
Heard by stranger of sandland.
I hide you in wides of insanes
Your ego ago.

Cinnamon in shine,
Written to remind
Shy lines of sympathy
On keep by outside.

Times still there.
Lines still are - to flow.
Keep mark in heart -
To relive and stay.

One perfect ego ago.

poisoned in uterus,
I got your soul - to blues.
she catched me like a devil:
i cum through all the rules.

I prayed my song in bleeding:
betrayer girl had killed my son;
and my wild breath - forsaken:
dismembered destiny - is gone.

Dog treasures Journey -
Of broken curse.
Could you defeat my fate?
Could you desire fade?

And blood still flows through bones.
And I still lick your breathing.
And I still built our home.

Hold on,
Dirty Dog.
Hold on,
Dirty Dog.
Hold on,
Dirty Dog.
Hold on,
Dirty Dog.

{Solo Instrumental Bridge}

Boy, know, you're brave.
You've cut this knot.
Fucked and dropped,
Your blood still hot.

Liars stroke U to wise knees.
Why U feed 'em dry lost tears...

Hold on,
Dirty Dog.
They'll never take away
Trips U owned.

In unholied world
Selfcolored 2 Suffer,
Would they rise 2 notice
Spirit of Blues glory?

Ghosted by Cold Death,
Wet women's Demon.
Deeper. Closer.
Pured to bones now. Slower.

Hold on,
Dirty Dog.
They'll never bring U back
Love U sold.

B4 U stop breath.

Hold on,
Dirty dog.
Hold on,
Dirty dog.
Hold on,
Dirty dog.

الرياحُ تَهفُو بِخواطِرِ الكونِ
تَنسابُ كالقَلمِ على مَعصمَيكَ:
تَنزعُ الجِلدَ وتَغوصُ في لَحمِ
ذِكرى الإحساسِ بأركانِكَ الأصليّ.

آلافُ الوجوهِ تَحكي القصصَ –
في عرضِ السينما خلفَ العيونِ؛
اِلتقطْ ما يَجمعُنا، أنا عقلُ الكونِ:
ابحثْ عن الآياتِ – النهايةُ لا تُدركُ.

طريقُ التكرارِ الذاتيِّ –
أو اِجعلِ اللَّحمَ دليلاً –
لِيَسلكَ من يَتبعُ،
تمَسَّكْ بقمةِ جبلِ التوازنِ.

الفراشةُ سَتَخترقُ
زُجاجَ الزمنِ
الجامدَ المُتحجِّرَ:

تَذوقْ شظايا السِّرِّ –
نُحيي الحياةَ
فوقَ قبرِ الألفِ "آنٍ".

في تيارِ الرحلةِ،
سأُغطّي مَعصمَيكَ
بِهدوءٍ:

دِفءُ المَسِّ –
مع رياحِ الحواسِ
من كياناتِ الكونِ –

الاهتزازاتُ
فوقَ اللَّحمِ
المُجرَّدِ.

силуэты забытых ткут мою тьму -
я узнаю вас - ценой шага в забвение.
Огонь без нитей, тепло музыки памяти.
Деменция мира - идем за свои грани.

Silhouettes of forgottens weave my darkness —
I recognize you — at the cost of a step into oblivion.
Fire without threads, the warmth of memory’s music.
The world’s dementia — we step beyond our limits.


So Far

we seek the truth
so far in darkness

So Far
To Mind
So Far
To Lie

dissolve in lines of mind,
soul of my knowledge

So Far
To Lie

would you stay closer
if i awake your demons

So Far
To Mind

Born in space of hiddens reflected

We found words to free you
From anywhen - till now.

So Far
To try

And keep it all away of mortal.

So Far
To stop

Rise your breath to join my Path

So Far
To keep the Silence