Disregard this request for love
Any moment at any speed.
As below, so above.
Let's pretend I'm the one you need. 

Avery time you refuse to wait
Something pushes me way behind.
Being mortal is just a fate - 
I belong to another kind.

Candles crumble in every way,
Wine is sweeter than I prefer,
White and black rearrange in grey, 
Every corner begins to swirl.

Kill me, please, I will stay awake.
Sun's rotation is just as vain.
Double headed remains the snake -
It belongs to another plane.

***

I am already proven guilty.
Cravings become intense.
I am given another chance
To wake up in a land of pity.

I am already dead and rotting.
Leave me alone, please.
Human passion is a disease,
I am sick of an endless loathing.

I am already left behind.
All reality is a myth.
Human consciousness is a gift,
As distractive as human mind.

I have already crossed the border.
These feet no longer walk.
I am facing another stroke -
New - World - Order. 

***

'I said - No.
I will - glow.
I will - shine.
My soul is mine.
I said - Go.
I will - grow.
I will - prosper.' -
The Earth - whispered.

***

I know who the enemy is.
I know now darkness proceeds.
I know when the soul will resign.
I know how. I know why.

My understanding of right and wrong
Is as ridicules as my thong.
I have an army that's called 'excuse'.
Is she still breathing, my tragic muse?  

We all, perhaps, have something to cherish.
I know reasons to live and perish.
Intrusion free reality check.
Inclusion free like cards in a deck. 

It's heads or tails - you can't have both.
Without spikes there'll be no rose.
Immortal beings or dying slaves,
Alpha males or beta waves. 

Truth is one - explanations many. 
Without sky there'll be no raining.
Forgive, forget and all other crime.
So much to fear, so little time. 

***

They'll make it seem as if nothing was real.
They'll make you scream until you turn deaf.
You'll be a hero or a villain.
You'll want. You'll want until you can have. 

But once you have - they will begin laughing.
You will end up as if nothing was yours. 
It's up to you, which way you are heading.
Until the deathbed of course. 

***

My hands are always cold.
My eyes are always shot.
Don't ask me 'How old?'
Don't drink with me - it's mud.

Don't take me home yet.
We're playing 'hide and seek'.
My lips are always wet.
My dress is always sleek. 

I don't have a car.
I don't sleep at night.
For every little scar
I have the perfect sight.

Created in a whim.
Genetically infused.
When angels learn to swim
They seem a bit confused. 

***

December, 2008
New York