Yousef

Yousef
lamented, lamented

Requiem be resounding thy sorrow,
The cradle you thought was a deathbed,
And before your eyes you see your father,
Watching you blown away into dusts,

Yousef
lamented, lamented

The smoky air, a scent of mourning
A bony skull grins upon thee,
A thin sheet of satin drifts with the strong winds,
Your father - stares in oblivion, rocks weathered

Yousef
lamented, lamented

Yousef - demented

Fleeting Fancy

Walking along the sidewalks of the city, with the sun’s fury above head despite the shield of its checkered umbrella, was a zombie – whose mind was somewhere else but whose feet somehow managed to reach the doorstep home without any accident of sorts.

Rough

We begin with the rough ones, basically, as the process goes. And if things move along swiftly and smoothly, hopefully, it won't be a hassle to anybody.
It's amazing how you learn a lot while enjoying to the fullest its entirety. The perseverance and time investment wouldn't meddle anyhow if it's all worth it in your heart.
In your heart, you love what you're doing- then comes the art of it.
I'm way too excited for the polished edges!

Requiem

May thy body rest in peace and thy soul rise to the heavens.
I do not live in accordance to the rituals of Christianity for I have a reasoning, regardless if you treat it sinful or not, that opposes to your belief. But I do bow down to one God.
Go to Him and reap the fruits of immortality.

manus caput cor

It says it all.