As Years Are Passing By

I stepped into my decadent era,
where freedom is no longer
my elemental ambition.

I failed to canonize my deeds
& failed to plant my future's seeds.

Instead, I took some humor therapy
in my own renaissance theatre
piece out with greek comedians,
where King Lear & Orpheus
eat dinner at the same table,
with statuesque parlor-maids, nudes
& faceless guards.
A perfect scenery for my morbid appetite.

Aphrodite vowed to serve no one but me,
rise or dive,
and laugh away the other gods.

While making room
for new regrets
I killed the backyard beauties
in my head.
The guards took me
for a short questioning,
then cut my pulse & left me here
to bleed to death.

Well, what can I say?
Hunger is the best sauce,
my hunger for appreciation,
& a post-humous birthday wish,
with green gardens,
& vegetable kingdoms.

I wish I could belive
my misbeliefs,
I wish for trips,
for a gently odyssey through endless worlds
that not exist.
I wish for a saviour,
to lead me through the rest,
who'll drink my wine & speak his best
and takes me back,
where all my optimistic friends
will do the rest.

I wish for a quiet sleep
a dream that holds a thousand years,
to pep me up & give me cheer.

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