Biography Of a Creature

 

 

 

O creature

I am dragged from you lung, that wondrously created mist

Destroying your clandestine mirrors of existence

and your bleeding, earthy voice

and beaten by bombshells

Uncovered your unconscious trends that, charged by insane worlds

and sleep instead of you.

 

Flabbergasted by your flagrant relation with questions of genesis

Fly to your wretchedness as a phantom

And when I reach your golden neck

I will rub it with a spatial light, dispatch it to a happy meteors

If I come out from your Satan, who fills the chalice

I will run over the layers, barefoot from my footsteps and my sins.

 

When I grow up

I shall abduct your hat that is stained with love liquids

And distribute your eyeballs that are filled with superstitions and supernatural, frightening, shivers

Give you a rope

to hang your emigrant scream

Tempt your eye that charged by orbital antinomy tearfully.

 

O creature

Since your immemorial conspicuousness above the cadaver of my drunk book

I myself count the meteors, and conferring the reclusion

Write by you deficient rib, and defending you from all these insects

And the hedgehogs that eats your diverting satisfaction handkerchief

and drinks the level of your language that is masked by universal scenery.

 

O creature

The secret of your broken dream, leaping above the sepulchers

Volcanoes of your acrid fever , procreate the bells and pour me wine.

 

When you disclose this miracle

The armies will chant your name

And the churches that cross the sea, and "Godot" sisters

And all these fingers that practice love making, and reach to your burning silk

Arranging drastic streaks, and dressing in ablaze.

 

Your nightmare of speech

Widespread in relief of the reality,

Your wound is a dilapidated space

Your skull is hope that dissents with despondency

Preoccupied with hearts

Make our late sun sleep

So we run above the track

Masked by our trepidation

Reach to the pioneering matrix

And rid the world by our scream

Swallow your phrase that is playing

Self determination at the heart

And pervade the streets that addicted the abrupt traffic

And when we exhort your sun that has clashed its hand to the rain

And rays that castigate the ego

And liquidize the wine of the deity

And otherworldly wine makers

We shall dispatch our customs towards your dagger to embrace cheerfulness

And etch this pointed sadness into the bony chest

Dwarfing Lucifer’s of our terrestrial imagination, and vanishing

 

Into the city coffers of poisoned traditions

And the radiating battles of the treasure nails

And the snares of the dreary paradise and the legends of " Tiba"

 

 

O creature

While your cube moans, complaining of its called

And the grinders draw your symmetric circles

I will strew the powder of these capitals into your sprightly hands

Play melody of this volcanic shock

And turn around your body that embraces the shadowy trees

Grip the river stones

To attach the creatures that are astray with distress

Congregate your feelings from the body

And your excruciating, lifeless voice

A shuddering illusion

Live in your loaf that is dragged from sempiternity

Come to your wrist that is dozing next to the cane of fear

Inflate your protuberant loftiness

Finger your charge weeping points

And canticles of your drunk brain

 

O creature

When you come near from this adventuress

And your boats will imbibe the blissful finals by the madness

Suspicions of your tepid life fall into immortality

Enters a tavern that the enemy practices in its molecules the satisfaction of lions

Arrange your larynx padded by listless maydays, and cleave valediction

 

Trundle your debris that ornamented by  the enemy acids

And keep your other birth for a final day

Unloose your predisposed tabernacle to fireballs

 

O creature

Since the beginning

You cut nails by the guillotine

Carving the triumph with a chisel resembling death

Attracting your heart that bulges from waiting

Shed your vellums that are full of endowments

Aboard those tormentors, and microscopic maps

 

You are still a thunderous angel

Entering into our conscience that is shredded, and getting wantonness

 

Drink our sins that are submerged by the snow of the planets

And be latent with incomplete clouds

Write with straw on the beds of the fountains, and the fingers of lightning

 

Launched with blue glaring light, throwing temptation

Hemorrhage with the body tears and the agony of the cry

 

Recite your cartilages above the grave

And congest the earth with immemorial death.

Reviews

[SheJayBen]

It was very intriguing and captivating but I had a hard time going with the flow and actually knowing what was going on.

[sief mahasneh]

You must not know what is going on it is can't tell directly - Thank you for reading