Vanishing into the Unknown Collection©
Sultry Winds
Sultry Winds
Sultry Winds
These are the days of unwelcoming sultry winds wrapped in fury
The ticking deception of these seemingly trying times are unfolding
Right before your own stunned, intoxicated soul…
The Earth shakes and jerks. The Seas splash and gurgle
The wounded Moon slowly drips the redness of a foretold event
The sultry winds of Fury. Of Despair. Of Lonelin
These are the days of unwelcoming sultry winds wrapped in fury
The ticking deception of these seemingly trying times are unfolding
Right before your own stunned, intoxicated soul…
The Earth shakes and jerks. The Seas splash and gurgle
The wounded Moon slowly drips the redness of a foretold event
The sultry winds of Fury. Of Despair. Of Loneliness. Of Faith have finally arrived
See all the coasts engulfed by an insatiable ocean of destruction and renewal
See all the failing efforts of tiny souls attempting to curb it all
Admire the melting glory of the Eternal Ice of remote lands
Within me. Within you. Around you. Living in Me.
The fluxing heat goes around, beyond and surrounds all chests, all skins
There shall not be corner left… no stone uncover… No sea deep enough… for its reach
And all the futile work wrapped in torn apart egos shall cease
For the air will become heavier than contempt. Harder to contain.
The conceited and the humble will attempt to hide under the arid land created
The wealthy and poor will attempt to climb the highest of lands created
No Force. No Faith. No Science. No Prayer. No word. No reasoning
Will be beyond the touch of the upcoming sultry winds
Has your pride tempted you to believe that you have seen it all?
Has your mind seduced you to believe that you have speculated it all?
You may hold on to the coins you worked so hard… to earn... to steal… to accumulate
You may hold on to the titles and pomp of truly deserved or bought admiration
Nothing will stand in the way of the Sultry Silky Winds of Chaos & Darkness!
The remote lands will tremble with horror and shock…
Opening its revengeful and fair bottomless mouth…
The Seas will extend its infinite arms to the East, to the South, to the North, to the West
Conquering it all. Seizing it all. Swallowing it all. Claiming justice and mercy!
All the heavy air will waltz through the despair, abandoned cities & fields…
And that is when the world will hold its breath for a moment while silence makes
An entrance of triumph
An entrance of crown
Splashing every corner of your lingering doubts and faltering faith…
Light… like no other shall tremble upon the land of every chest of breathing souls
Drowning and dragging your rusty senses to the bottom of a new reality…
Of another you. Of another me!
Circling the Earth…
Sailing across the Universe…
Screaming aloud the new fiat…
That will prevail and dwell on every breathing soul…
The Time Has Finally Come!
Triumph
Sultry Winds
Sultry Winds
The Unsealed Reigning Sun displays its golden rays upon another day
The lingering, faltering silvery clouds trace the usual welcoming path
The still, frozen land of your valleys, meadows and gardens are caressed by this light
The enchanting echo of absent frolicking birds sail across the winter morning
The comfortable inhabitants of the stab
The Unsealed Reigning Sun displays its golden rays upon another day
The lingering, faltering silvery clouds trace the usual welcoming path
The still, frozen land of your valleys, meadows and gardens are caressed by this light
The enchanting echo of absent frolicking birds sail across the winter morning
The comfortable inhabitants of the stables inside your dreams quiver with expectations
The ornate chariots are at ease: waiting eagerly for another round of more dreams
The ironclad glass of hundreds of shivering windows spread their tiny arms to the sun
The immutable marbled façade of your imposing palace will remain as always:
Indifferent to the tides of times. Ambivalent to your mutable conquering step
The hushing crowd of faceless servants will rush to one task to another:
In endless preparation of vacuous hourly rituals
The undraping of suffocating curtains. The dusting of taciturn sculptures…
Your untamed accomplice court will soon open their small wicked eyes
To spin in circles around the throne of your golden presence
To bend their betraying knees upon the Shining Sight of your Powered Cracked Face
Soulless servants are spreading all the concealing silky Asian fans
The distant and near ambitions nested in everyone’s chest is stretching:
Their binding enslaving limbs around the tiny heads of their impudent hosts
Careful hands are warming the frozen joints of your mighty limbs
The gentle and humming massages run through your unblemished pearly skin
Studied and choreographed hands are dancing around your humanity
The delicate garments. The studded clothes. The brilliant fabrics
The unsealed Reigning Sun keeps advancing under a blinding court of golden rays
Behind the unrivaled highly crafted refraining doors lie all the daily ammunitions
To launch thousands of futile soundless attacks upon the minions of your court
The brilliant and omnipresent sun dares to challenge your sobering presence
You are the One who is being dressed and crowned by the world. Not the sun
Your sturdy wrist holds on to the rod inherited by the divine gods of unspeakable fortune
The complacent guitars are trimmed by well paid hesitant foreign hands
The notes are rehearsed. The voices are warmed. The poses are practiced
The intriguing men of seemingly indisputable honor wait behind the golden doors
The heavy burden of your wig is placed upon your somnolent head
All the insignificant palpating beings silently rushed to the daily chambers
To parlay. To portrait. To pretend. To place themselves in the frame again…
You rise from your private imposing throne. No one can no longer dare to speak
The wintry world of yours is set to start. At the same ticking hour. Day after day…
A voice pierces the overwhelming seducing silence that dwells in the air
The announcement of yet another triumphing day of your luminous presence
The surrounding world is at your feet… at your mutating will and as you enter
The golden penetrating rays of my unspoken presence rules again your putrid world…
Deserted
Sultry Winds
Deserted
This is the day of your so much expected crowning
My invincible, yet palpable skeletal hands carry the heavy golden crowns
That displays the engraving motto of your times: Impudent Success
You walk parsimoniously. Looking over your shoulders
To the crowds. To the crows. To the defeated. To the used
To the dead. To the living. To the despised.
This is the day of your so much expected crowning
My invincible, yet palpable skeletal hands carry the heavy golden crowns
That displays the engraving motto of your times: Impudent Success
You walk parsimoniously. Looking over your shoulders
To the crowds. To the crows. To the defeated. To the used
To the dead. To the living. To the despised. To the knelt ones
A sneering smile blossoms upon the meadow of the concealed strategies
That has led you to this orgasmic moment. You are very alive!
Yet I am so proud of you. I keep a record of your triumphs, your successes
The entire long seemingly endless hours sacrificed upon the altar of untold goals
The whispers that lingered on the path of your gliding accomplishments
The tiny burned corpses of contempt emotions that remained still
The dilapidation of unique genuine moments
The tender hands that held the sharp dagger of disillusionment
The frolicking untold memories that were sent to the underworld
Those thoughts that would gently remove the frown from your worries
The indestructible joy that has deserted your hidden melancholic
You are my right arm
My undying breath of life and excitement
The light that guides me in this dull existence
Your mighty triumphs are the path to my caressed dreams and aspirations
I close my eyes in a rapture of rushing sensations that floods the vacuous walls
Of another me. Of another you
I have come to this world through you to perpetuate my image
To engrave my indestructible bleeding message
I sail through the vessels of your impudent actions
I stream through the blood spilled
The blood that is filtered through your bodily licit trade
I can hear the invisible coins that bounce on the heat of fleeting moments
I am always standing in the corner of your solitary chambers
In your mind. In your nightmares. In your impending intoxication
I have come to this world through you to perpetuate my existence
To brand my sense of mockery of my creation
To leave the legacy of the absurdity of your purposes
To remain indifferent to your noble deeds
To applaud you feverishly whenever you do not fail me
Come closer to your self devised throne
See the glitter shining endlessly for the entire world to admire
Be the living example of those who should follow you
Of those who would be motivated by your actions, your triumphs… You are mine!