At last ,I have rediscovered my voice again
in the translator of an obscure gibberish
where lunacy takes on a respectable aspect.
And I can finally recognize my face
in the fractured glass...
don\'t repeat it to the mundane
- who might think I am normal !
All of this is just rehersal before the final veil .
Starlet stars ,fabulous tale ...
Can you hear me down there ?
I am but the shadow of an echo ,
that has no lips to say \'\' I love youth \'\' to life ,
or ,\'\' I am not afraid of your caress ,lady death ! \'\'
In my soul ,neither solar\'s throne nor hell\'s ember !
That old Buddha at the corner bar always has
a killer joke to tell !
And a few conspiracy theories about the carbon cycle...
The spirituality of ghosts is of great importance
beyond the outwards of belief !
Am I a corpse adrift in the breathing world ,
or a specter that has lost its way over time ?
A mimic\'s intelligence borrowed my voice ,
amused by slattering emotions through out
the jumble of my spirit .
and so the scream resurfaces ,weaving words
that no one down below can hear ...