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January 2010
(IN ANY TENSE)
…can convey in any tense.
Sometimes I start to think
of the past for a chance
to put it all in ink.
The streets where I used to live
turn into memory
lanes leading to you from me
but refusing to leave.
The deep blue sea-like sky
rises above the landscape
of the city. The high-
ways here take the shape
of seaweed under the sea.
No one around can under-
stand everything they see.
Only GOD can. I wonder
how it feels not to be afraid
of anything in the World.
But I fear the price to be paid
for this is more than my word…
…can convey in any tense. Sometimes I start to think of the past for a chance to put it all in ink. The streets where I used to live turn into memory lanes leading to you from me but refusing to leave. The deep blue sea-like sky rises above the landscape of the city. The highways here take the shape of seaweed under the sea. No one around can understand everything they see. Only GOD can. I wonder how it feels not to be afraid of anything in the World. But I fear the price to be paid for this is more than my word…
February 2010
(ONLY GOD KNOWS)
…only GOD knows when
it can happen again.
There has to be some
way to cancel the curse
of those who fear the sun
could set the Universe
on fire. Without light,
there can be no shade
and vice versa. The night
slowly begins to fade
out on an empty street
corner. Like a brick wall,
everything seems complete
one second before the Whole
World turns around and
comes to an end. In the end,…
…only GOD knows when it can happen again. There has to be some way to cancel the curse of those who fear the sun could set the Universe on fire. Without light, there can be no shade and vice versa. The night slowly begins to fade out on an empty street corner. Like a brick wall, everything seems complete one second before the Whole World turns around and comes to an end. In the end,…
March 2010
(WORD ORDER OF THINGS)
…again. Snow-white
sails melt on
the skyline. The night
bleeds out at dawn
and dies with the first
ray of the sun.
It quenches the thirst
of rivers run
dryer than your
mouth when you
vanish before
your own new
image. You must
have seen a lot
back in the past.
Now, you have got
nothing to lose
except your blues.
Trying to find
your way back in-
side, you don’t mind
being unseen.
But you don’t like
being unheard
of as your life
is in the word
order of things
that cannot be
touched. Like the wings
of your memory,
they fly back to
the distant past
when years took
longer to last.
It is a strange
world you can’t change
no matter how hard
you try. Its heart
is now as cold
as stone. It’s sold
its soul to a rag-
man. Its body bag
is empty. When I
look up at the sky,
it looks like it is
empty, too. Please,
ask GOD to fill
it with HIS Will…
…again. Snow-white sails melt on the skyline. The night bleeds out at dawn and dies with the first ray of the sun. It quenches the thirst of rivers run dryer than your mouth when you vanish before your own new image. You must have seen a lot back in the past. Now, you have got nothing to lose except your blues. Trying to find your way back inside, you don’t mind being unseen. But you don’t like being unheard of as your life is in the word order of things that cannot be touched. Like the wings of your memory, they fly back to the distant past when years took longer to last. It is a strange world you can’t change no matter how hard you try. Its heart is now as cold as stone. It’s sold its soul to a ragman. Its body bag is empty. When I look up at the sky, it looks like it is empty, too. Please, ask GOD to fill it with HIS Will…
April 2010
(LEAF IN THE WIND)
…the sun sets and the time
pauses in a pantomime
like an old black and white
photograph of the night
in the window. You dream
of snow that tastes like cream.
In the light of a moon-
shaped plate, a silver spoon
mixes sugar and salt
inside your restless soul.
Each time you lose control
over the steering wheel
of your life, you may feel
as helpless as a torn leaf
in the wind. For a brief
moment, your memory
lane turns into a free-
way of living without regret
or fear. Inside your head,…
…the sun sets and the time pauses in a pantomime like an old black and white photograph of the night in the window. You dream of snow that tastes like cream. In the light of a moon-shaped plate, a silver spoon mixes sugar and salt inside your restless soul. Each time you lose control over the steering wheel of your life, you may feel as helpless as a torn leaf in the wind. For a brief moment, your memory lane turns into a freeway of living without regret or fear. Inside your head,…
October 2010
(WINGS OF THE WIND)
…there is. Time travels fast
enough to tear the chain
of events into the past,
present and future pain
or joy. You’re looking for
the wheels of the driving rain
clouds outside the door,
distracted by a fright train
of thoughts. In worlds of things,
money mean freedom much
more frequently than the wings
of the wind. You can touch
them, but you cannot hold
them. You simply can’t keep
them to yourself like gold.
That’s why gold is so cheap
compared to the Priceless Word
of GOD in any world…
…there is. Time travels fast enough to tear the chain of events into the past, present and future pain or joy. You’re looking for the wheels of the driving rain clouds outside the door, distracted by a fright train of thoughts. In worlds of things, money mean freedom much more frequently than the wings of the wind. You can touch them, but you cannot hold them. You simply can’t keep them to yourself like gold. That’s why gold is so cheap compared to the Priceless Word of GOD in any world…
November 2010
(EACH CONTAINS A WORD)
…may follow more falling snow.
Sometimes you find a way
back to a place you know
better than any play,
novel or poem you’ve read.
Follow the fireflies
swarming before the head-
lights that look like your eyes.
Moving really fast,
thoughts can take you along
with them. It is a long
way that leads to the past.
Somebody’s future starts
at present and may go on
till the time they are gone.
You remember some parts,
but you forget the whole,
facing another wall
made of stone-cold hearts.
Each contains a word.
GOD created the World,
and only GOD can end
It. No one can understand
all GOD does. Only GOD
knows when the next Great Flood…
…may follow more falling snow. Sometimes you find a way back to a place you know better than any play, novel or poem you’ve read. Follow the fireflies swarming before the headlights that look like your eyes. Moving really fast, thoughts can take you along with them. It is a long way that leads to the past. Somebody’s future starts at present and may go on till the time they are gone. You remember some parts, but you forget the whole, facing another wall made of stone-cold hearts. Each contains a word. GOD created the World, and only GOD can end It. No one can understand all GOD does. Only GOD knows when the next Great Flood…
December 2010
(THIS MONTH OF MARCH)
…the sun when it’s too bright.
The moon is on like a night-
light. In this month of March,
snow is as white as starch
on the sheets of your bed
where you feel like a dead
man sleeping all day and all
night, facing a whitewashed wall.
Whenever you turn, each spring
under you starts to sing
the steel song of a swallow
cutting a hole in the hollow
air. There is too much noise
around, and it destroys
the sacred harmony of
silence. GOD switches off…
…the sun when it’s too bright. The moon is on like a nightlight. In this month of March, snow is as white as starch on the sheets of your bed where you feel like a dead man sleeping all day and all night, facing a whitewashed wall. Whenever you turn, each spring under you starts to sing the steel song of a swallow cutting a hole in the hollow air. There is too much noise around, and it destroys the sacred harmony of silence. GOD switches off…
March 2011
(BEHIND EVERY DOOR)
…the Whole World and all
there is, including your soul.
Shadows stretch from the sun,
seeking the end of the day,
which is about to run
out of light on the way
to tomorrow. Few eyes
see and few ears hear
the truth. Plenty of lies
swarm around in fear.
In the night, fear waits
deep in the dark behind
every door. It inflates
like a balloon on your mind.
Fear tears through the air
just like a poisoned dart.
It’s almost everywhere,
even in abstract art
galleries. It’s on walls
like cobwebs. Fear hides
in emergency calls.
It is felt on both sides
of any dead-end street,
stalking you to your place.
It feels like it will slit
your throat if you see its face
in a sharp piece of glass.
Spilling some boiled blood
from your heart, try to guess
WHO has no fear. GOD
is certainly not afraid
of anything: HE made…
…the Whole World and all there is, including your soul. Shadows stretch from the sun, seeking the end of the day, which is about to run out of light on the way to tomorrow. Few eyes see and few ears hear the truth. Plenty of lies swarm around in fear. In the night, fear waits deep in the dark behind every door. It inflates like a balloon on your mind. Fear tears through the air just like a poisoned dart. It’s almost everywhere, even in abstract art galleries. It’s on walls like cobwebs. Fear hides in emergency calls. It is felt on both sides of any dead-end street, stalking you to your place. It feels like it will slit your throat if you see its face in a sharp piece of glass. Spilling some boiled blood from your heart, try to guess WHO has no fear. GOD is certainly not afraid of anything: HE made…
May 2011
(ONCE AGAIN)
…that is turned upside down
once again. You would like
to move to a different town
and start another life
there. It’s like you’re still
looking for a place to go
to where fear doesn’t kill
those who don’t want to slow
down their dreams. It eats
young men for dinner and old
men for breakfast like sweets.
At least that’s what you’re told.
Out in the dark streets,
the rain is getting as hard
as the ground it falls on
as it pours on your heart
all night till the next dawn
breaks. Only GOD can give
you a chance to live free
of fear. Do you believe?
The sky looks like a sea…
…that is turned upside down once again. You would like to move to a different town and start another life there. It’s like you’re still looking for a place to go to where fear doesn’t kill those who don’t want to slow down their dreams. It eats young men for dinner and old men for breakfast like sweets. At least that’s what you’re told. Out in the dark streets, the rain is getting as hard as the ground it falls on as it pours on your heart all night till the next dawn breaks. Only GOD can give you a chance to live free of fear. Do you believe? The sky looks like a sea…
June 2011
(RECORDER OF WORDS)
…a way to a place that looks
like a pile of books.
Being encrusted with gold
and silver city lights,
the night is still too cold
compared to other nights.
It looks like we all want
the same thing. We just put
it into different words
that do not always suit
us. I am a recorder
of words haunting my mind.
I keep changing their order
in an attempt to find…
…a way to a place that looks like a pile of books. Being encrusted with gold and silver city lights, the night is still too cold compared to other nights. It looks like we all want the same thing. We just put it into different words that do not always suit us. I am a recorder of words haunting my mind. I keep changing their order in an attempt to find…
July 2011
(HARD RAINS)
…in It. It rains, and it
looks like it may not quit
very soon. Rainy fall
is what they sometimes call
this time around this
place where hard rains kiss
summers goodbye. The heart-
land is hard to depart
from, using a train. Time
can act like organized crime,
destroying everything around.
I wonder if someone’s found
a definite reason why
everyone has to die,
even though GOD can save
anyone from their grave.
Maybe we just don’t know
those who don’t die, and no
one talks about it because
this information could cause
a seismic shift in the Whole
World and every soul…
…in It. It rains, and it looks like it may not quit very soon. Rainy fall is what they sometimes call this time around this place where hard rains kiss summers goodbye. The heartland is hard to depart from, using a train. Time can act like organized crime, destroying everything around. I wonder if someone’s found a definite reason why everyone has to die, even though GOD can save anyone from their grave. Maybe we just don’t know those who don’t die, and no one talks about it because this information could cause a seismic shift in the Whole World and every soul…
September 2011
(TROUBLED MIND)
…night that can take you back
there. Sometimes you find
the same railroad track
crossing your troubled mind.
Your heart is not in your chest.
It is miles away —
deep in the distant past
where you wish to stay
because you want to last
forever, feeling no pain.
It beats faster for fear
that one day you may hear
it stop. Like a subway train
of thoughts and lost memories,
it travels from time to time.
Looking for a new rhyme
among the metallic trees,
you hear a familiar tune
recorded on a full moon…
…night that can take you back there. Sometimes you find the same railroad track crossing your troubled mind. Your heart is not in your chest. It is miles away – deep in the distant past where you wish to stay because you want to last forever, feeling no pain. It beats faster for fear that one day you may hear it stop. Like a subway train of thoughts and lost memories, it travels from time to time. Looking for a new rhyme among the metallic trees, you hear a familiar tune recorded on a full moon…
October 2011
(WINTER WIND)
…beneath GOD’s Hands that drew
everything, including you
and me. We are washed with
a wave of winter wind.
After so many days of rain,
the sky is painted blue
once again. Once again,
I am talking to you
like that wind in the trees
under the evening sun.
They are starting to freeze
as it sets. On the run
from images in my head,
I’m in a moody frame
of mind. It has a name,
but it is way too sad
to say it. Turning away
from yet another day,
for all I know, your eyes
may now be stars in the skies…
…beneath GOD’s Hands that drew everything, including you and me. We are washed with a wave of winter wind. After so many days of rain, the sky is painted blue once again. Once again, I am talking to you like that wind in the trees under the evening sun. They are starting to freeze as it sets. On the run from images in my head, I’m in a moody frame of mind. It has a name, but it is way too sad to say it. Turning away from yet another day, for all I know, your eyes may now be stars in the skies…
December 2011
(FREEZE FRAMES)
…of Life created by GOD.
Long before the first flood
of snow, the windows turn
into freeze frames. Ice-cold
winds can easily burn
anyone who is bold
enough to go outside
and take a walk along
an empty street. Some tried,
but then something went wrong
as they were wading through
the emptiness at the cross-
roads of regret for the true
meaning of the word “loss”.
The weather changes each day
from rainy to sunny and back.
It also changes the way
some see things as they track
and even write them down.
Over this quiet night town,
the moon looks half full or half
empty, depending on you
and your point of view.
I see your photograph
in my mind. I look at
you, but then I look back
to when I first knew that
you can look like you lack
something. Sometimes you see
that one could be much more
than a drop in the sea.
There is a Higher Law…
…of Life created by GOD. Long before the first flood of snow, the windows turn into freeze frames. Ice-cold winds can easily burn anyone who is bold enough to go outside and take a walk along an empty street. Some tried, but then something went wrong as they were wading through the emptiness at the crossroads of regret for the true meaning of the word “loss”. The weather changes each day from rainy to sunny and back. It also changes the way some see things as they track and even write them down. Over this quiet night town, the moon looks half full or half empty, depending on you and your point of view. I see your photograph in my mind. I look at you, but then I look back to when I first knew that you can look like you lack something. Sometimes you see that one could be much more than a drop in the sea. There is a Higher Law…
January 2012
(ANOTHER ONE)
…which may soon start to melt
along with ice and cream.
You may feel what you felt
when you knew that your dream
wouldn’t come true. Time broke
it to you with other news.
Your life feels like a joke,
but you can hardly choose
another one like a coat
in a store. It is Fate
that has the deciding vote.
Only GOD knows how late
or early it is to know
what’s hiding behind the snow,…
…which may soon start to melt along with ice and cream. You may feel what you felt when you knew that your dream wouldn’t come true. Time broke it to you with other news. Your life feels like a joke, but you can hardly choose another one like a coat in a store. It is Fate that has the deciding vote. Only GOD knows how late or early it is to know what’s hiding behind the snow,…
February 2012
(SOMETIMES)
…again. Sometimes my mind
turns into a time machine.
As I push the rewind
button, places I’ve been
to flash before my eyes.
Some remain. Some pass.
Sometimes some empty skies
may appear almost as
blank as a screen a few
seconds before a show
starts. I want to see you,
even though I don’t I know
what to say if we meet
while going our ways
along a Dead-End Street
many call Life these days.
Only GOD can turn this
Dead-End Street into Bliss…
…again. Sometimes my mind turns into a time machine. As I push the rewind button, places I’ve been to flash before my eyes. Some remain. Some pass. Sometimes some empty skies may appear almost as blank as a screen a few seconds before a show starts. I want to see you, even though I don’t I know what to say if we meet while going our ways along a Dead-End Street many call Life these days. Only GOD can turn this Dead-End Street into Bliss…
March 2012
(HIGHER AND HIGHER)
…drink as the heat keeps rising
higher, higher and higher.
Sizzling like a frying pan,
the highway on the horizon
appears to be on fire.
Every woman and man
reckless enough to stroll
along a sweltering street
walks his or her own shadow
like an annoyingly small
dog. Meanwhile, the heat
reaches the suburb meadow,
and then the forest wall.
After the rain, the sun
has come back to this town,
paving its streets with gold.
Everything else seems done.
Nothing is going down
except maybe some cold…
…drink as the heat keeps rising higher, higher and higher. Sizzling like a frying pan, the highway on the horizon appears to be on fire. Every woman and man reckless enough to stroll along a sweltering street walks his or her own shadow like an annoyingly small dog. Meanwhile, the heat reaches the suburb meadow, and then the forest wall. After the rain, the sun has come back to this town, paving its streets with gold. Everything else seems done. Nothing is going down except maybe some cold…
April 2012
(IN THE DISTANCE)
…while she changes like
a woman. Another rain-
coat hangs on the skyline,
dripping down the drain.
Colors seem to collide
in the distance between
two words you try to hide
from. Somebody is seen
coming in a long dark
gown that covers the back
of what looks like a park
alley painted black
and blue. Red lanterns light
up the face of the night…
…while she changes like a woman. Another raincoat hangs on the skyline, dripping down the drain. Colors seem to collide in the distance between two words you try to hide from. Somebody is seen coming in a long dark gown that covers the back of what looks like a park alley painted black and blue. Red lanterns light up the face of the night…
June 2012
(THE LIGHT OF THE MOON)
…off and the light
of the moon on
to watch the night.
Till the next dawn,
the day is done.
GOD turns the sun…
…off and the light of the moon on to watch the night. Till the next dawn, the day is done. GOD turns the sun…
August 2012
(STRAY RAIN)
…rain washes a window pane
of someone who is in pain.
So much of it is in vain:
the window may become clean,
but nothing seems to be seen
through it in blue or green.
The night invites all the ghosts
to their favorite posts.
Like ships from foreign coasts,
they come from so far away
that they could lose their way
to any place where a stray…
…rain washes a window pane of someone who is in pain. So much of it is in vain: the window may become clean, but nothing seems to be seen through it in blue or green. The night invites all the ghosts to their favorite posts. Like ships from foreign coasts, they come from so far away that they could lose their way to any place where a stray…
October 2012
(A BIT BLURRED)
…words of truth, which Time tells
better than anyone else
except GOD (as GOD is
able to make Time freeze).
The night is white with snow
falling in fast and slow
motion, depending on
the speed of wind before dawn.
There is more snow on the roof-