I have returned to my original pseudonym divine poet.I do not live in my soul.I am beyond my body and matter.insanity is my dress.Immorality is my religion.I am not a poet on my own. I do not compose on my own wish.Some one invisible whispers me and my hand composes as per dictation of the invisible he/she anytime anywhere.
My spirit has an invisible miracle pen.It writes on a water sheet and words are recorded in the eternity.
Divinity is the only tools through which one can read me.I am in conflict with my God.I see HIM dancing with HIS angels in heaven while my world is burning.I want to see HIM weeping. I shall set fire on His throne. So forget my mid time period and I do return my original position of divine poet.
The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
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When I am crazy and insane
as said by the critics
how can I be a poet.
I do not know
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Dream takes my poet friend Greenwolfe
To be in heaven and in hell
Dream helps my friend to be
full of greed and lust.
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To cultivate a barren time
To create a rose garden
You entered into an unknown time
We walk together
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