Painful Lust

Struggle has a beautiful face

Her cries of pain is singing to my ears

Her moans of agony plays a joyful melody

I thirst for her open wounds and lust after her broken nimble limbs

The clouds, oh how i miss the misty clouds where her tears mingle in the rain

Her touch is torture for every being.. yet arousing


Astonishing is she when she bleeds

Appealing is she in her stained white dress

Breathtaking is she with every step she takes

She trips and stumbles gracefully again and again


Amusing is her suffering

She suffers and does not plead

She suffers with great joy


I, however, lust, the painful lust.. 

Three Pops

I put out the cigarette and closed the door behind me,
Although nobody was home..
Am I the only one or you tend to do that too ? I don’t know.
I took off my clothes,
I rinsed the shower walls and floor with the faucet,
Till the water got warmer..
Got in the shower and swilled myself.
I did my hair, twice,
You can never be too sure can you..
I popped the lid of the shower gel and squeezed,
It wasn’t gel that came out,
Bubbles ! Three bubbles floated out.
Surprised! I guffawed !
When was the last time I saw bubbles ?
I couldn’t remember.
Was it that long ? Have I forgotten?
I don’t remember. I don’t know.
It should have been some time that I saw
That transparent, light, innocent, opaline,
Where are you? Has it been that long ?
Two of the bubbles popped against the wall,
And the third mid-air.
Three pops and the portal was sealed.
Life is too short to be indecisive, life is too short to be clean.

The Captain’s Cabin

The Captain’s Cabin is my temple and Rhum is my savior.. Cheers for whom the bell tolls !


Dive ! Dive into the abyss of thought

Rise ! Rise from the wars you fought

Spit ! Spit into the fire of delusion

Murder ! Murder the seed of timidity

Burn ! Burn down the tree of affliction

Escape ! Escape the garden of Eden !


Pull up your anchor of submissiveness and sail to freedom

Shatter ! Shatter your tombstone and climb the hills of serenity

Serenity.. sweet sweet serenity..

Concentration, clarity, mental stillness, my hands fondling the glass bottle and I say: The Captain’s Cabin is my temple and Rhum is my savior.. Cheers for whom the bell tolls !

Kill the King !

Eyes are blinding

A king is not who wears a crown

A king is not who calls for peace and justice

Every creator of virtue is a king

Every man searching for rainy clouds is a king

In tranquil chaos a king lays naked in the rain

Thoughts like rain drops bombard his skull


A king is equivalent to a mustard seed, though it is smaller than other seeds, 

when fully grown from suckling on rainy clouds it emerges as larger than other garden plants, 

hence superiority


Bats are sensitive to light and rest under trees

Men are not equal and not all men are kings

Now let the kings slaughter each other and the bloodbath begin !

Kill the king my brothers and sisters !

Kill the king !

Thus spoke Ibn Rishde

The Loss of Innocence

What is a bar that lacks beer

What is an umbrella on a sunny day

What is a breast that lacks affection

What is a child that lacks protection

What is a construct under construction

What is a light in the face of a black sun


Now tell me what do you call a man that holds a gun

The cost of innocence is the loss of innocence

Justice for all ?!! But what is justice ?

Thus spoke Ibn Rishde !!


Rain Therapy

Cigarette butts out of the window,
Rain pouring down on my knee,
My head is loud, the music, too low,
My wiper is broken, i can barely see.

I lift my head to the rear-view mirror
I see your eyes looking back at me,
I floor the gas, please don’t get nearer,
My satisfaction, remote memory.

I’m heart broken, unlovable,
Devil’s double, dysfunctional.

One more look at the mirror, to see,
Your eyes still there, glowing in the storm,
Getting nearer, my heart beats faster, you see,
Blood on the floor, and my head, blowing the horn.

Prescription drugs, therapy, for me,
Daniels and Winston are here to help me,
Lifted my head from the pillow, outside,
Cigarette butts out of the windows, worldwide.


Look a the baby, peacefully asleep,

Like a lamb, a cloud, an egg,

It doesn’t know about the boogey-man,

Don’t tell it, not now, not yet,

Bring the camera darling,

I want to take a picture of it,

We’ll put it on eBay later.

Can’t you see how happy it is ?

Just let it be ! It doesn’t have a clue!

Don’t make any sudden moves ! Don’t wake it up.

Look at the baby, swallowed in serenity,

It’s time to kill.

Wear your mask, put on some heels,

You look good in heels.

“I, Vanity, and my beloved, Mary,
Present you with our child,
Here’s to you mother,
Here’s to you Mother Machine.”

Let’s do t again.