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Thursday, March 17, 2005

The Book of the Dead


i dug a hole in a new morning
once i broke the last remains of a night
crimson, yellow and red welcomed me with open arms
a smile patted me on the back
and when i looked behind me she gave me a wink,
venus was shinning ahead of me
oh, how here is gone!
lunacy in a song
thoughts once came but now they run fast and flee
dead pigeons’ light a formerly known grave
the moon eclipsed
and every time i take a long breath
i tighten my fist
distraction, confusion is tattooed on her hip
flip channel
trip trip, press finger tips
loudness
the back of the book of the dead
furred heartbeat
pharaoh’s eyes
radiant with red, blue and yellow
a wasp stings the ancient winds
sacrifice the most beautiful to feed the nile
their eyes are attached
they speak of denial
i’m a half myth of this while
have to draw another breath or this might become a distress
i’m not happy, i’m not sad, i’m just among all of this
what i became is you
in terms of metamorphosis
where i am?
where was i?
am i back?
or gone?
unless i’m mistaken or wrong
i’m probably here.

Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams is all she sees
in her deep sleep
That only beauty keeps
The bad dreams away
while she puts her wings to sleep
and says she's no angel
but she doesn't see all the peace that she made me see
while I'm wide awake in her dreams
And she flys and do what she please
in the soft pillowed dreams
and the vast green sea
that she made it fall in love with the moon
before the words were said
and before it was too soon
the love affair was painted with maroon
so back there where she sleep
all the words will keep
me from saying what i see
the sweet sweet dreams.