BROKEN HOURGLASS

I feel so fragile in your arms and yet I know exactly what to say with the most precise little bit of sand that flows within me and it flows like life in front of your eyes when you blink... you blink me away and throw me down... How careless you are when you see my little shards that break and break with a second's crack that lasts for another minute that turning into an hour and a day at the same time makes you forget the way that months and years are organised and the endless counting holds you back from reality... Locked up inside a dream cut by my shards broken by the loss unknown to you an image of the city turns memories into dust as you enter the state of lucid dreaming... The hill is so huge that your king needs to be carried up . But your hands cannot lift him. They already tried it with me and I was too heavy for this quest so I now, broken as I am ask you not to take him up. The wings of Icarus are melted ever since they were used for the first time and yet you  would not understand.... On the edge of the rainbow another game awaits your arrival and once again I watch you and spread myself all over your path just so that you may take a step and break another shard... Break me and cut yourself again and again... spreading no vitality around us but trying and trying to learn how to fall... You see? That's quite hard when you already know how to fly and once you're up you can't come down. You reversed your time with me and now it's all the same only with an other side view ... No more quests for the bravely fallen however this has to teach you never to destroy the energetic power of your time by ending the life of an hourglass....

ReDeath-ReBirth- Ogneno's last story

\I have always been searching for the end of the journey and here is my last path.... After I loved the queen of ice and helped creating myself in other and other little bits it's time for me to close my eyes and dream of sleep forever...
Thus Ogneno's thoughts flying in little sparks of heavenly tears directed themselves to some new state of evolution, for when there's death there is creation and thus what's left of him shall now be the flow of energy, the sign of deep lightning in a perfect hypnotism of the everlasting atomic movement.
Ogneno, son of mine you were and at your birth I died along with the old nature making you responsible of creating the concept of new. Now it's the time to call you for I want you here with me, oh and I want you so... My tears will drown your fire and you will then be ashes, my ashes and my life in death, my little creative light, my childbirth pain, my last breath and my everything, oh come to me and leave this world behind...
Ogneno's fear was a rainbow of fragile sweetness for bravest are those who know their way across their never ending bridge of feelings. The dying fire smelled of love and souls dissolving themselves make the ink a perfect healer for a heart thrown away on broken paper. I wrote you all and you have become creation, you are a song, the air, the whole and the empire of a me that lived as long as these words didn't transpose themselves into a fictive and forgetful numbness of mind....

A Mirror of Fire ( Ogneno's return )

The misty cover... Cross over a heart long dead stamping the remaining stings of an arrow. Till the next dawn the up will be going down and the phrase releasing powerless glowing figures of past reveries. By melting the ice with a scream the ascending new fragrance of another day slides gently to compose the format of a projected domination remarcable in its shapeless contrasts. If you let me touch your textures you will see we are all the same, lost fictional mirrors of the an illusional realistic reflection hanging from a branch of gratitude pumping the sensitive blood in the delicate hearts of the untrusted. From down bellow the central points of our mother planet up rises once again the one who suffered in space and was then sent down to pay a debt to the life he took without knowing how lethal can the supremacy of love be for a weak human revelation. As the ideas turn into thoughts and thoughts into written material, from this place to the others there's only a second travelling distance and the five senses turn into thousands as the feelings of an unearthly specimen contrast with the ones we all still have. The empathic accident is actually a cry for help damaging inner walls and future plans with its hurricane like speed and might....
The diamonds fell to the ground and remained there struck by a burst of flame. No one can touch the burning fragment that spilled no red liquid from any body but advertises the perfect advertisment of affection. I threw them down on the floor for Ogneno to feel them. He will now rise for the time he had in isolation has been fulfilled. The love of ice that he's been looking for will find him in need but the precious stones belong to the lost one and shall stand as witnessing decorative artifacts by the lonely grave... Morning dew greets the happy flowers at sunrise thanking universal intelligences for a new day and as clocks strike a heroic hello and pearls form marvelous items of jewelery a creeping obscurity sends down an unusual little rain with warm firedrops. We all return to pay our morality back after finding out the what and the why... After a moment of memory refreshing realisations Ogneno will throw himself again in a line of poetry flying back to the origins of time jumping through the stary nights on nimbus clouds and perfect rainbows. Slowly destiny recreates itself  around one single word of rebirth, the notion of being back differently equal to the one before... A mirror, a fire, a dream, an incredible chance of finding destiny.....

The Neo-Creation ( Ogneno's First Love)

Are you the you lost inside of the me? The ray that cuts within my light. The sun in you burns me and your heart feels love as it devours itself in burning little stars spreading from the deepest corner of eternity. Even Heaven has a dark side and you are danger the warmest point of fear. 
He falls in love, falls from the sky in agony along the angry trees that laugh at the sight. Sad wings of fire illumination of a teardropping flame , and Ogneno the one who gave at first his heart to the mortal being kills it with his softest kiss. Delicate roses taste so sweet when she eats the forbidden fruit and then the sting of a wasp troubling the silence of our forest in the night breaks open the door to chance and screams hide the words in an unearthly melodious click of momentary amnesia. Nealing down and hardly touching the ground, the abstract material of his structures produces the crushing insane link between life and death and two worlds in a contradiction of perpetual discordance meet for a slight nano spark in time declaring the founding of a new dimension before her sacrifice. It's a trustworthy spiritual glance at what it appears to be a glow of some silvery substance that covers the trees giving one last hug to nature befor returning to the unbeing concept of humanity and as Ogneno doesn't understand his loss standing over a surface above  the general global monster, the house of humans, he invents and reinvents another strict order of mind flashes. 
 I have created you with words but the power stands in your flames. The tactile sensation, all that was left of her in the far lands of that forest is what remains to be yours as legacy. Ever got any burns? Oh did you ever feel the blackness of the yellow turn your body into carbon and other substances undefined by chemists? Oh, Ogneno, my created, my baptist that made me come back to this, your love killed her body, my words punish your strength with  a lonely moon in the cosmic animosity of light years. I urge you to stay in your domain until the coldest debts be your kingdom and only then suffering shall end this neo-creation of an old universal theory...