Ultima Ferria

Sibo

My lonesome evening came to end

Now i must crawl and must pretend

My time's not spent

 

Du Garbo sent me box of brims

And as i feel too much esteemed

I see no dreams

 

While i'm sleeping

Hear me, see no dreams while sleeping

And there's doors of chorus that keeping

Laughter beneath my soul

 

My mornings are kissing with others

And cones me again on the telephone

Was it always like this

or just before

 

Words words words

Retorten salvaged souls

Fiend of pauper onyx glances

Low on drakkars without shields

 

Kickin and kicking and kickin

Invisible wall

There's no chance

Hear me love there's no chance

We'll be the same again

 

It seems like mine Ultima Ferria

Is here no more

 

Shores in a grand hotel

Of mother earth

Is praying to be full again

But there's no water

 

Fascinating temptating

Aquila with medicine spear

Promised me softest lie of his own

He lied me, sweet Ernie

He lied me double

 

I'm late on my Ultima Ferria

God,

got late on my Ultima Ferria

God,

i left luggage of words on my Ultima Ferria

 

Hey, Ernie!

Gimme boat, Ernieee!

Take me easy, Ernie.

 

Ice-cream colored sun

Melting down

You'll better take left, Ernie

 

Darkest purest wood

Is now one with the sky

Up

Up

Up

Up

wards

 

Wards crystal clear

Fluent as tears

They know How it is,

They tease

 

My sweet J' Hriste God, they KNOW

Where is my Ultima Ferria

 

"Warden, shaking sweet, politely

Sun impending through unquietly

Hear my distant call!

 

Take my rug if you got frozen

Silence yours is nix but poison

Speak without gall!"

 

"Yours Ultima Ferria near

While we talking in Snakespeare

Wait a minute, that's unclear

More like Edgar Poe"

 

"Where it is? Tell more precisely

Is it swimming to the island

Or on mountains cruel climbing

Funny meter tho'"

 

"No"

 

And so

They were alone in sea

Pardon, in ocean

 

Streams smelling sweetly aggressive

Like early death

 

Unbeatable stream

(It's dark wherein)

 

Solid like frequently forgotten word

Forgotten with a cause

 

Old as a bargain

With inner demon

 

Why you silent, Ernie?

You in hurry, Ernie?

Take a timing, Ernie.

 

Their

lair is close

I suppose

And there

where

we'll catch my Ultima Ferria

 

And we will come back

And we will come back

And we will come back

And we will come bac

And we will come ba

And we will come b

And we will come

  • Author: Sibo Con Baj (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2021 02:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    'My mornings are kissing with others
    And cones me again on the telephone
    Was it always like this
    or just before

    Words words words
    Retorten salvaged souls'
    nothing wrong with letting our artistry traverse surrealism's realms,
    in search of answers to that inevitability Void, of our shared futures..
    (an intriguing read, thanks for sharing)

    • Sibo

      Thanks for reading!)



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