They drift through the storm holding nothing but a straw of belief. The gods blazes them with fire, with lightening. With snow… & all that shelters them lies within the hide of one another. This instance is measured in

Seconds of tingles.

Minutes of shudders.

Hours of unity. Days of..


Energy they share. Today…Everyday till eternity warps. “Its purgatory baby” and constant curses does not fade. Transfigured it maybe. A continuous ripple in the sea of indulgences.


The foul air of uncertainty and doubt. The hesitation that defines the magnetism between their thoughts, and the moment there is a fleeting thought of content , the polarity changes.


The infernal fire that rages within, burning them both to a crisp and rising them above the lithosphere of mortality and its moral bondage.


The tears of bliss, the appetizer for a beast and the offering to the gods. Where even a divine intervention is not enough to separate them both.


Let them have a gentle dialogue their astral projections be their lips and telepathy their words. As he calls upon every knot he ties and every other he cuts. The later more ominous and fervent than the former, over the passage of time and diverted interests.

The Musician



He wants to play a tune.. a tune against the bare skin of his instrument, with his ravaging breath as the serpentine fingers dances in her long locks.. flirting and flaunting her as he would with the cold strings of a cello but without a bow. .Thereafter every pore in her skin opens up like indefinite holes of a flute as his lips lay bare exhaling in her, mixing his aura and her chi, a creation, a life in a life.. he wears her like his mask and plays from inside. No touch to go beyond the music.. No touch to go beyond purpose.. . so humble.. Deafening to the soul and mute to the ears..In unity.. In singularity.. They compose a tale of paradox..




Musical water, funky, sensual, flowing over her.
Feeling She knows him deeply
by the soul within his voice,
the ecstasy in his closed-off eyes.
Sharing the natural highs,
He’s revealing his insides.
And though he tries to guard it, his private heart beats loud on stage.
Captivating and magic.
She turns her back so he won’t know: pointlessly.
Still, it feels like his soul caresses her,
in the music it mingles with her’s.
She’s loving his insides.
Does she come here to listen or fool herself
that in another life he’d be her’s?
Dancing along the thinnest line
She surrenders to his beat within.
Mind and body longing to sin,
torturing her insides.
“Oh tease me, averting your opal eyes!”
Protecting himself with such flawless disguise.
Perhaps he knows the power he holds,
and her’s longing for him, repressed, untold?
From adoration he carefully hide,
and allow no-one inside.
But his soul is released in that husky voice.
Being a wallflower isn’t a choice!
Singing his passions, his soul opens wide,
She’s his in the music, if never in life.
Bitterly sweet, She’s a faithful wife,
but HE will fill up her insides.





A slithering spine seduces yours into mine,

sensual satisfaction of unborn sins.

Touches that warm bosoms and breath,

slowly pull the sheets of shame.


Tugging at your existence are soft memories of the divine,

leading this intrinsic prayer.

A slow rise to silky blossoms,leaking from the physical soul,

the embodiment of desire.


The nails embarks on a journey,

Leading from your gulping throat to the trembling pelvis.

My gaze has now found its sight, the sight of a fawn captured in her pain, in her wilderness.

The indifference in my mood reflects on  yours, as the heat is built..

discarded and forgotten.


Coated with silk. we continue to duel.

where your flesh is my timber and your blood my fuel.

I shall smile , i shall laugh, watching you go up in flames ignoring your howls and the endless barks.

Once turned to ashes i shall blow life in you again O’ Omorfos.. Rise my Phoenix .. Your ashes are not cold yet, they still serve a purpose.




They pose they smile with their plastic features on display, Promising a look to go along with their posture. Their eyes as hollow as it gets and their mind filled with narrow traces of regret. Surrounded by glitters all over their dress , pointless and useless as far as they get. All in the presentation for their zing, while a shallow mind and tainted heart creating their plastic grin. All they seek in the world are customers to entice. All those window shoppers, for them they wear a disguise, picking pockets and planting flames in form of a poltergeist. their companions flaunt them on the podium equally, ripoffs and role they play towards the showcase. They pose in human figures they pose in flare. living their life in a mono directional stare.For them the lie itself is a life and life is but a game, Gaining recruits to support their fantasy, wishing they could be on the other side of the window pane.. Its another day to pose, Yet again we share a gaze in a discrete encounter and the deception carries on




Peering from the diagonal, She saw her parallel.
If she could have been her when he fell by her side.
To guess what lay in that Londis bag would only make her gag
For something had obviously decayed inside them already.

Still, She never expected
That sudden warmth creeping up her thigh,
Those fingers prying for a welcome
With all so far from right.

Yet, de ja’ vu times six and each one worse.
“You’re just such a beautiful woman” he says
That lump she could not swallow.
“No trouble now dear, we’ll have none of that.”
And so the tears, they rolled down her cheek.

The sins of the blood, same in nature and flow
“No! this is wrong, so wrong” she shook her head
the redness in her eyes looking up at his madness
he continued upward parting the flesh with caress

and the tears dried off sticking to her cheeks
he leans to kiss them as his fingers goes deep
“shhh.. not a sound. we dont want to be heard”
his whisper reaches her and her body shuddered.

and then the whispers vanished, and the complaints killed…

Ava Adore

“Ava Adore”

It’s you that I adore
You’ll always be my whore
You’ll be the mother to my child
And a child to my heart
We must never be apart
We must never be apart

Lovely girl you’re the beauty in my world
Without you there aren’t reasons left to find

And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
You’ll be a lover in my bed
And a gun to my head
We must never be apart
We must never be apart

In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart

Drinking mercury
To the mystery of all that you should ever seek to find
Lovely girl you’re the murder in my world
Dressing coffins for the souls I’ve left behind
In time
We must never be apart

And you’ll always be my whore
Cause you’re the one that i adore
And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
In you I feel so dirty in you I crash cars
In you I feel so pretty in you I taste god
We must never be apart