Coast

It was an honest morning.
The wind choking my voice with my own breath.
The salty air, and the December breeze reminded me of the many reasons why I took the option to feel alive.
The shoreline pines, and the closed books shielded me from the bitter vein.
Whiskey, and cigarette.
The golden sunrise, and the reflected water, and oh there was you.
Chasing sunshine, rushing the wind, splashing sea water, and moulding the sand.
I took my last ivory, and joined you in your forested presence.
We are the children of the universe.


(Photo: sunchild and the sea.)

Greatest Light Borrower

Velvet moonlight of the late round up year.
Gentle strums of the ocean waves.
Your voice is an endless chords of an imaginary instrument: fluid, in harmony.
My nearly closed eyes, and the opened book are the reasons why you haven't stop humming.
Our last few days of oneness are slowly dripping in silence, and quiet admiration.
They teared up our minds like anatomy. Breaking bones, and identity.
The open road, and golden sunshine are still humbly waiting for us.
For the wheels to run through it, and our laughters to scatter on it.
The universe gazing our minds like an x-ray machine detecting lies.
I don't want you to go home. I don't want us to go home.

Belladonna

For all I want is to be alone.
Alone,
Not even the rain in June.
Not even the snow of Kilimanjaro.
Not even my Moroccan Sunset.
Not even my dear London.
Not even my local light workers.
Alone.
To be utterly free.
To be utterly empty.


And then, I will drown safely.

(Belladonna: charcoal and ink on paper)

Good reading material

I want to say thank you to the guy from Wollongong, is it correct? The GONG? For linking us, your humble followers a perfectly written article from Cracked.

Anyway, here it is:
http://t.co/op1y7hYn

In his words, in the words of Rif fucking di, "DO HAVE A READ GUISE".

Oh, say hello to him: http://livinginwollongong.blogspot.com

Lovers in London

The rain is still falling, my dear.
In the city of London.
Where we bid ourselves goodbye.
The rain is still falling.
In the place where I lay my head tonight.
Where I locked our memories aside.
The rain is still falling.
And it will always falling.
Until our day comes.

Intelligence

You do not shove your intelligence to other people.
It is hidden and will always remain hidden inside your head.
It cannot be seen, yet people can feel it in your presence without you having to try hard to act intelligent.
And if you're trying to show it off, you'll end up as the dumbest person alive.

(Media: Charcoal and ink on paper.)

Ode to the collapsing blue skies

Here we are again, dear.
Ten miles above the ground.
Floating freely on our sacred crowns.

Here we are, giving our salute to the faint moonlight.
Our goodbye kiss to the dim sunlight.
And our wishes to the passing starlight.

Here we are, with freedom standing before our eyes.
And years way beyond our guts.

There there Neith,
We'll keep on fighting,
And I, in the burning soul of Athena,
Will keep going,
Until the blue sky collapse.

(Neith is the Egyptian Goddess of War.)

Brothers III

To be reminded about your brief presence,

Even if I wasn't even breathing,

To be reminded about my eternal summer,

My eternal raindrops,

As if you have always been here,

By my side,

Fighting the demons, 

Called, 

Myself.

Enigma: Part 1

Let me bathe in my enemies' blood.
And let me stay until the liver turns to a coal of rust.
And I will have a glass of vodka, in front of the fireplace, as the snowlake city melts to a pool of devastation.
For I will watch the world burns before my eyes.
Roasting the demented souls of the capital suckers.
Blood drinkers.
And I, I will keep my darkest secret.

(supporting illustrations will be posted later)

Cold Seasons

In the bleak mid rain,
In the coldness of the illuminated night.
A pair of aryan eyes peeking through the mindless door.
Soaking to the deepest shangri-la state of mind.
Knocking.
Pushing down the veins the veins the veins.
Of the long lost winter dreams.
Up against the border, to the west, and to the corner.