(..me, I am a lonely man in the cosmos what could loneliness mean in the cosmos I asked what “lone” means in cosmos nobody knew what it is, what is it? cry just now, cry! cry! take a look at eternity and sticky grief look at the long drown out blood, blood in kandahar
when the lights are off in the faraway harbors my hands sink in the blood pit humans are exiled, and humans die as the faraway countries are engulfed by the bloodshed I sit down and cry silently when the lights are off in the faraway harbors I cry for the prostitute women on an
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there is neither rain or gust nor the streaming street nobody left from us in this town anymore a winter, the dead of winter is passing from the deep darkness, so many dark days and humans the pain inside me settles down deeper and deeper we are riding on a blind horse’s saddle, with
The wind is a spectrum that vanishes without a trace or a sign behind and yet, its presence adds an essence to life that is not fleeting. From the tender breath of spring that whispers between trees and branches even the fiercest winter hurricane that tears the clouds with its flame. The wind
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The morning is dyed in its swing with gray clouds that in the sky they take over the space with carelessness and the wind sweeps the ground with disdain. Autumn leaves with ocher laziness, wake up and listen to the sounds of the air, they swirl with old grace filling the atmosphere with old
I am the shy scribe who walks among his verses, listening to the song of a bird free on the cornices, unfastening fantasies when the light cuts through the air, while the city resists the reflections of boredom. I am the one who lowered the torch from the vertical heavens, with the round words
Your eyes ought to be an open wound a prelude to some wretched ballads like caressing a deep seated horse out of night plunging into the waters coughed by words towards battlegrounds of çaldırans where so many swords were drawn they would not see i had their hands in Turkish your eyes ought to
Hotels, houses and castles in the air. I left no one lived nowhere. Speechless I write the time ahead of me. whether I die alone or with you I don’t care. I will come home anywhere. fall into your arms. forget all trauma the fragments I want to forget. As I am
That moment when your soul is publicly burnt as you are the clown of the classroom the laugh of the town Ridiculed for being who you are A boy only ten years old diagnosed for making funny faces having a heart of gold. Every detail of your personality sucks You know, you little
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It will be enough for me look into your eyes, so full of unexpected emotions, for only a few seconds in order to observe the turmoil deep within, discover it’s multiple disorder disguises, hidden agendas and untold secrets amidst the dark mirrors of your mind. So very tender is the soft embrace of your
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