Do I believe in God?
No.
but I know Him
He is my father
and I am His son
among all other sons and daughters
walking this dirt of time
to meet Him
whenever the End sings
a song with my name as theme
to wake all demons
Demons He saved me from
while traveling hours and days
here
it would be such a waste
to catch just a feather that fell off
the bird of immortality
and only belong
with all the other dead poets
whose words can not be translated into anything else
but sorrow of the ages

you could eat this pain
off of a hand of life
quietly
sitting at a table across from you
somehow
you are not hungry any more
excuse yourself and go to the bathroom
in this place mirrors have never screamed at you
unwilling to break the silence
pieces of which are still stuck in your face
from the last time
till now

I need a life
and I have seen few that I liked
somewhere
can’t remember where
sails were white
skies blue
came in waves hitting shores every single day
of all closing horizons
I was about to touch
and sail or walk them
into the end of mind
in me

then I got lost
at sea
of one of them

I live in a shell made of fear
vicinity
hope
takes more time to build one than God allows
for this life so I steal
from others whatever I can
of their fear
their wars
and their murders to feed
prophecies

it is never enough
as I look down at new little ones
growing into monsters like me

I am the owner of this flesh
I maintain
innocence
of every intention it carries

but there are many pains of birth
that came with it
song of codes
to carry this life out of Time
while Earth
is running from beneath my feet
for which I apologize
every single dream I had