Sudden death

Sudden death
Tea in a pot hot
A hand in hat
Take the pot
To pour the light
In the mind of madness
Logic enough to conclude the truth
Of pouring ideas
Come out of random beeps of fingers
On the clouds as high as the sun approaches the great gun
That sounds so high heard by thousand fighters
That fights the fires on the houses
At nights of broken souls
That eats the lives of unbroken faiths

Tea in a pot
A hand in the pocket
Take the pot
To pour the truth
In the unknown minds

Unknown words and worlds to mankind
A point black enough in history
Perfect to know the green skies of lords of wars
In every places of joy and sadness
Could it be a fear of being happy?
Or rightmost of being lone
A lion in the chair of unknown country in the north of islands
Those have sirens and alarms in arms like army in the march of great joy and happiness
To feel the touches of such great creature on skins
A fire of broken arms in backyard of my house
That eats a book of wisdom put in oven
Perfect as seven of seven of seventy tears
Found by the Parisian greats

A pot is teapot
Hot on the hands
Of great heated hearts
Bubbles like coffee
A hand on the table
Take the pot
To pour million words
On the black papers
To show the sadness
Of bleeding corps of deeds
Those reach the skies of wisdom
Something unknown that accepts the white
Feelings that reach me in my grave as I died last time
Before I woke up and find my hand tied to the mud
Black, red, brown, green, joyful and full of chocolate

Tea my death
Brings my end
End of my steps
To the final of my mind
And corps show extra limits
A fire and skies and truth and wisdom never alter
After my extra vanish
As vapour of darkness