الجمعة، 25 نوفمبر، 2011

To Zimzam

...hilarious war, silly war...
 nothing can be shown, nothing explained....

delirious war, idiot war...

flayers...Fating...Forgetting...a joke love...

"Blackest Angel, You are Fight. I fight Free. I don't want you to tell everyone we're Hate...."

Special Days. Unexplainable Days...

This Heathen sings, that I am the Black Dog-Boy Jibril...I am Take. I want you and I fell. White Fox? I can't find my Love, I've wept every single day. When I weep on pillow, you weep all day...My throat is numb, the headache cold, rare kisses, and no tongue or throat. Never Silence. I should Raise a type of Love, where ;

I am studying silently. I study you...When I smoke I study, when I walk I study, and I worry the study alot, 95% Fear...

I called her Shamsyee, and you let me toy, I toy with history, I toy with your beliefs, there's a mirror, in me and Rumi and Shamsiee, but I left you out of that, a terrible war between Love and Nothing, what I've broken, left you in rains and rains of words, and curse of ruins, becuase I'm soiled...Now she's Shamsi...


Insane insane, terrible fires, I bite Shamsee, while you roll the stone, I take her from place to place, and cut at you and cut away. And make you wait. 

And bite, then roll...

I have a fire in my belly.


"And I'm in the desert!! And I die under a fucking tree!!!"


I wanted to keep the fire for ever and ever...

Now we have a Holy Fire. 


And not a dream, and not a dream, or a fear...All become One. The Dream : Some little guy to love a little more...


And patience, and names and Holyier names, and types of feeding, and types of killing...


Lots of doors for us.


And Shaytan lies...and fearless fixtures, on your teeth and your cries, and your weeps, and it's Shamsi for ties, and bits of lover, so move over and you can watch, watch...and when you watch I can come back...

When I can develop wish or wash, "ZimZam." All the waiting was fun. 

And we are Liars; O Heaven, 


and watchers.


The witches.

I've forgotten again...