Your black strands!

Running past the horizon,
the silver diamond eyes slingshot the ocean to the sky.
The times we are tired, I run to the moon asking clemency for the sun.
Your black strands hold the bridge to our release..
The orange skylines, where we used to live..
Hold on! Tell no Bedouin, the sacred water leaves our veins.
Drunk by the hyenas, they are running for our camels! 
Charlatanism!! Stab! Run! Stab!
Time falls for your pajamas.Lets wait to burn in the last flames of the sun.
Maybe then the winds will carry our ashes with the name of jasmine!
Your black strands..

bazaar brawls!!

Bazaars transform to alleys.
In the presence of the moon pretend to be highways to the suns.
They know not, no rubber shall leave its marks there.I chose to tread barefoot.
These seem fancy words, time is my friend , it'll bully you around it.
You are supposed to be a fleeting glimpse, but i stand and speak.

"Something flows from your eyes that is beyond a thousand false desires"

"as day comes , give back 
that night-fantasy things you stole 
admit your arrogance as stars do at dawn"

Marley.Lennon.King

The funerals of Marley Lennon and King made the skies
fall before the horizon, the veins made of crystal 
sing the symphonies of time.
And that whistle blows to me across long dead years.
The hearts made of barley-rice feed those chickens in the sky.
The houses on fire hide the parchments touched.Grief set on fire.
Smoke fills the skies and the skies are no more.