Chaos Poem by elsaied abdelghani

Chaos
Your eyes are burning with the beauty of death
Like the chaos which created existences
I see them as an inspiration to any poetic viewer
They are prepared well with despair
Engineered with the holy blue ink
To catch the words from my feeling.
I have something in my depth
You should see
A solitude that holds remains of broken cages
within them
A flower is stained with the blood of my melancholy.
On the body of the night
At the gates of dark
Your confused spectrum
Takes me to the tree of whole
Where you wear my words
And we climb together to the great brightness.

The legacy of pain from borders of existence
I hold it inmy earth shattering soul
I collect it from facts and the awareness of gods
From thesubconscious of the rules
I danceat the funeral of poetry with you
I fight every thing
To be myself,
I search you in everything
In the colors of sky
In the graves of meanings
In the extraction of extraction of beauty
In the weirdness of probability to be in you alone
In the heal tap of void
In the foam of horizon
In the energy and will of creation
I found you in the arteries and the formation of all these things.
Confused coincidence let us meet
In a board of time
On a paper of it
Meeting of souls has a lot of types
Meeting physical with bodies
And spiritually with the unknown of each other
With the depressed ashes
I don't see you but I feel your absence and your presence
I will feel you all my seconds
I write in or not
In my terrifying , terrifying, drunk, brewing latent
I keep you with nuggets of absolute.
I created a flower from my skin to you
I wrote a poem by my blood to you
There is nothing that warms up my inside even hot water of poetry.
I am not a green soul
I am a hole
Big hole
Reconditioned with melancholy
I entered you prison
And I strayed in it
I am happy to jump from your land
To your water
I will commit suicide in the altar of your dream.
Meanings are what filling up the flask of entity
Words are only cover
Imagine
All this poetry is the cover only.
You are my invisible
My unlimited
My infinite
My absolute
My fog.
I am the bat on the smoke
That shouts with its wings
To hurt the weirs.