Va’no Per’su

when I was little,

I dreamt of mornings,

cold dreadful mornings

with no previous warnings

when, from my window,

I could eat stars for breakfast

right out of the Milky Way.

just me, the spoon

and a lot of bright stars as my pray.

I'm not sure why but,

at that age,

I liked stars and milk just the same.

thought I've sometimes been called insane,

I always saw this big thing you call Universe

like a big bowl of lights.

a full-closed ark that you could reach out

with the tip of your fingers at nights;

curious thing...

always with closed eyes,

and fear for what lied beyond

as my shaking hands

stretched into that unknown

which lacked the sometimes awful sound

of this thing called human race;

and their wheels,

their automobiles and cries,

always for things that could never fill

a human's heart

but always his ego,

coz lies,

are often spoken as truths

because we are too proud to admit

that we make mistakes

which costs us a great deal of pain

but keeps our prides intact,

so i guess this is that it takes

to feel alone when you are surrounded

by those who do care but still make faults;

and I still think that love was supposed

to find us with bruised knees,

not keeping our self in tight vaults.

take a better look next time before

putting your scarred hands and heart out of sight;

you might be surprised

by how many scars one can have

and still walk proud with them into the light.

a scar always has a story to tell

so I guess we're all storytellers here,

and remember how much you liked stories as a toddler,

before you found this thing called pride

which also brings the fear

that won't stop at making you afraid,

for one evil never comes alone.

that's how you get the guilt which with time,

it plagues your mind, flesh and bone

with this little thing called desperation...

you don't want to taste that!

coz this thing builds inside your head

and then hits you like a bat

from your blind spot when you're busy,

trying to make amends for your guilt

but you fail and more pressure is starting to built

'till you lose yourself and you tilt.

so,

take a break from being human and come with me,

let me show you how to pick stars from the Milky Way,

forget about your pride for a night.

...try just being for a day!

Na’da’ra Ta’hi

'till now,

I’ve killed so many poems of yours

in my almost endless attempt

to deny what my conscience gave to you,

willingly;

going to the furthest extent

just for your eyes, your mouth,

and the way that you talked

with those lips of yours, long forgotten,

with taste of black tea, and if I recall right...

there was something special, something soften

in the way that you kissed, to cover perhaps

the mark of your teeth buried deep within my lip;

must be another habit of yours that I almost forgot,

coz sometimes I have vivid dreams of it in my sleep.

if you were to ask for a reason,

you already know I’m not that kind

to admit or confess the weakness of man

who took a dive in your eyes,

hoping to survive and daring to find

the bottom of those lakes

made of jade and bright light:

gems of your sight engulfed with pride,

the pride of a woman, the pride of THE woman!

that at one point made mine kneel and fret,

all in a terrible ride;

a trip to the dark side and back

that took more than a while

for me to try and attempt to forget...

and yet,

I wander if in the mist of all the years that passed

...do you remember me winning that bet?

it took only one hand, my left, and a glance,

to write off just how brilliantly

that smile dances your eyes

in a tango between shadows and lights.

honestly, it's my first time seeing a dance

synced with the humming of the dragonflies

and I really doubt dragonflies hum at all,

so I don't really know why the nature

started to sing staring at you,

but I do quite understand its song:

it's about beauty of thoughts!

it's an anthem only for you,

a token for what you are and what you can do!

forgive me daring but I think

I’d like to see you setting this world hot ablaze

only to see how the violent red mixed with yellow

looks on your skin,

to see if it matches the green of your eyes,

the white of your shoulders

and those secret hopes that you're keeping within...

Na’kari [ the second scroll ]

may you dream of faraway lights,

warm lights of stars just as bright as you,

stars that burn their lights in shadows and nights;

just as you do...

singing the anthem of dawn at the first sight of dew.

so when you do...wake up tomorrow,

do make some tea out of the lights of morning and milk.

sip by sip breathe it in this world without sorrow,

and while you gaze out the window,

let the sun find your beautiful self with its touch made of silk.

remember to feel every step that you take,

for the earth that you walk has scars deep within the ages.

bloody scars of the people that fought over it only to break,

as their spears and guns shattered;

so when you walk, see the earth as a book - we're its pages!

feel free to smile to people today- smile to me!

do it so that I, or everybody else for that matter,

can give something back to you - let's say...a cup of tea,

chocolates, maybe candies,

or some kind words and smiles mixed together for wind to scatter.

touch the last breath of the twilight

with your eyes fully closed and your mouth ready,

to receive the first kiss that the night can steal from the light;

...then go to sleep,

walk your dreams with a pace that is curiously rushed and yet steady.

...just like you!

Ma'tz.

you're that fifth element
which my sixth sense
fails miserably in every attempt
to discover your scent
for the simple reason
that the streets you walk
are streets no more
but rivers that flow and bent
at the whim of your will
and arm, even finger...
it's troublesome, really,
to discover bits of your trails
when you have the world as your garden
and it's covered in veils
resembling those mystic lores
like myths and tales
from which you're supposed to learn
that it's more about quest then treasure
but be as it may and call me selfish
for wanting you all for myself
that perfect smile, the laugh,
the naked ankle and sun burned skin,
and those treacherous eyes
painted jade that could lose oneself.

I'm not alone on this quest, no,
there are others up on their horses
searching this Earth night and day
for footprints lost in the sand
'coz how can you forget a foot made of silk
knitted by elves long forgotten?
you don't! you hold on to it,
hoping she'll come back again by sea or by land.

despise of the things
they all say about you being gifted,
they are wrong...and not,
maybe because you're more than gifted, you're a gift
and the things you do,
making them feel like toddlers in awe of their candies
while to me, you make my whole universe spill itself,
my existence you tilt and you shift
with that reach of you will,
and arm, even finger...
until things sow themselves to the time's table
the order it's convenient for you
which, to be honest,
never made much sense to me, but then again,
you're not making much sense to my heart either
and the sky still has clouds and the sky it's still blue

although I know this world
won't stop it's spinning for me
I trust that you'll stop me
from spinning this world
'coz I grew quite fond of tracking
the scent of your pace
while searching for markets
where your shadow's being sold.

for a change , I'd like to see you walk,
not in front of me but beside,
your hand searching mine
for I want to taste that smile in it's full beauty
also, it'll  have to be at night
so I can see your whole body glow from the moonlight;
that and a kiss in a place of you choosing,
let's say...my lips, for my epic work and duty.

Dan'ior Lina

don't struggle anymore, just let it fall...

let the night fall heavy on your shoulders

coz' I know for a fact that the marble you're made of

it's even tougher than the ones known as your moulders,

for the marble you're made of is pure and white,

as their hands are full of gold, much as your eyes;

eyes that burn so hot they make the Sun look cold and small. 

through those flames I've seen demons swirls and rise,

as they've seen the sins made by this world and more...

while it falls, the night, pull it over you tight,

cloak yourself into it, let its stars brush off your chicks,

and the moon touch your heart so the moon again be bright

for your soul is sheer light, a safe haven from the blight.

your mouth still draws the best smiles I’ve seen in ages,

watching you smile it's watching roses blooming on your lips,

it's awing and addictive as you're wearing the colour of red wine

and one does not simply drink your wine in little sips.

next time you decide to see the whole world in your hand,

with its flaws, spinning, full of wonders but slow,

don't use a dragonfly's wings and eyes, use your own,

as the wind vowed to give you wings and your eyes already glow.

when you're off again, dancing naked on lost shores of lost lakes,

send me word so I can come and write off that beauty you hold

in your dance with the night as a partner, that and more...

for the night is young, you're full of youth and you are bold!