The Divan of glee..

Cocoons of paradise were used to make this silk,
Embraced with glee and sold to cold merchants,
This is where melancholy was killed,
This is where glee rests...

Prosperous silk,
Prosperity killed by ecstasy,
Stabbed the evil,
Draped in prosperity....

This is where philosophers wrote of their divine insights,
This is where the thinkers thought of worlds far beyond,
This is where the greats possessed the right,
The right to cast a spell on the world with a revolutionary wand...

Silk that possessed the antiquity of a million years,
Divinity just needs time,
Heroic time that makes pain disappear,
Oh lord, I wish to be divine!

These days of this slumber was when my mind was idle,
This hazy slumber is where I choose to dwell,
A strong foundation that blends with a fresh idea to create a blissful riddle,
I want to be struck with a revolutionary spell...

The royals aren't the only ones when it concerns bliss,
I believe I am sprinkled with glee through my hazy slumber,
The cold and heartless can give an unknown kiss,
With passing days I have succumbed to blissful massacres...

You may call this kitsch today,
But the morrow can morph kitsch into art,
Lucidity gets me so afraid,
Unlike my hazy slumber on my holy Divan...


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