Truth is a dance,
We dare to believe,
We dare to bleed,
We dare to breath , in cold air,
Truth is a deal ,
If you want to be real,
Bleed for something ,
Without a meaning,
Or for us, without a meaning.
Was this chaos or art?
The universe laughs,
It’s just the start,
Of an end,
Your hand is one of a ground,
Existence tumbles,
Restarts like a circus act,
We ask why the banana wears a peel,
Lucky are those who play the play,
Those who appeal,
You have enough space to dissapear,
And if you dont , we’ll blow a supercluster , two or three.
We’ll grow a forrest for you eyes,
Singing,
Hearing, hearing cosmic tree,
Could you hear it from the start?
In the clouds where you wanna sleep?
To lay with no parasyte,
Animals to creap,
You can’t be found,
Stuck or bound,
Only be crowned,
By a dream, so vivid, so haunting , so remembered , so deep.
When you catch,
Two dreamers, in a bubbly sphere,
tracing the stars,
Mapping the silence of realms afar,
And leaving questions unending,
Following a light,
Not turning back,
Not taking a part,
Chasing the echoes of an infinite shameless night,
Remind them,
Of the stars and their starry needs,
Poems they want to chase and ride,
Those they whisper back in the clouds,
Where you sleep,
With high lemon trees,
And coffee,
And coffee beans,
Swimming in winter seas,
Talking is making me feel less me,
More dissolving,
Into one of your backyard trees,
More bleeding,
Like one of your hot coffee pots,
The green fields, movies, cameras,
Mermaids , dagons to seize.
zaki monzer 