the snowmen of jeusalem
The dance of the snow men
In the storm.
Their drowsy eyes are shut.
As if they are guardians of cold,
Wearing poems of summits,
Sticked in the snow and mud!!!!
……..
I leaned my head on their chest.
Dreamt about the frozn poles.
And the snowy fingers of west,
And black holes!!!!
…
Here …………..is snowmen’s kingdom
They make sex with the clouds at nights
In the days they are down on knees
For a sun shinning in the hights
………….
God .........what should I burn in this storm?????????
With these … autmnelike…. Lips!!!!!!!!!!!
I can not sing .,
Under this black heavy cloud,
For the spring.
………………
One can not make love with the stars.
In the heart crise…I can not reach at my self
to reach you
In the setback of souls and the age of rust
I ….the pertified
Can not understand the hilogrific language ,
of my body……
a body….or a hill of dust??????????
……………..
Listen to the sound….when I decay,
After a while
They swim in my decayed remains………….
That fly in sky…………………. like a hay
In a taifoon
………………
I said
Stop knitting your …kable…like …. hair
Infront of the mirror of satan’s face…
It is not eternal
One day an angel will block…. this hole
To generate a new race!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the evil will stop dropping down.
…….
It is the destiny of this town………….
They stoned man befor the creation of rocks!!!!!
This was the speech of a castel out of skeleton,
That had thouthand of years of life
In jeursalem.
Befor the new hermagedon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…….
Oh jearsalem,,,,,
It is full of snow men in winter
But the other three seasons
Are afraid of love
(For some historical reasons)!!!!!!
……
Jeursalem is full of snow men.
But with a litte flame
They deny their love for the clouds!!!!!!!!!!!
……………..
When we were small………………..
We used to play with them.
But with the sun rise they were dead!!!!!
We were finding ourselvies,then
Inside a kingdom of mud….very red.
You cry
I used to tell you don’t shed tears,
With in the next few years,
I will build you a nation of snow .
I didn’t know,
I nation of snow,
Could live just one mortal season.
As a nation of rain,
Is under the marcy of the moving clouds.
That are moving to west in chaine.
I was eager to build you a nation
Out of any thing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Clouds…rains…leafs…my skin…
We were two nuds in the universe.
Victims of evaporation.
As two global walking nomades
How hard it was …..understanding…… a me!!!!!
As hard as
Touching the haires of jeaursalem,
With your soft …..harmless fingers,
Or asking her a divine kiss.
…………..
What sould I do ……….to feel not alone here?????
Not to feel you are without map.
Within the dogbarks of the night,
How can listen to melodies,???????
I n side the rythems of war-drums
Gittars………………….
are as silent as deads,
Hidden in jares
Within the suicide of the saints
Temples are as riotic as bars.
………………………
Give me back my handkerchief……..
I do not make an other mask……..
This time I do not build my nest!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On the back of the fleeing mountains!!!!!!!!!!
So do give me an other kiss,
I do not tell the GOD…this secret!!!!!!
Such a hard task.
………………….
Come ance again….and let me
Knitt your hair in the mirror of love
……………………………………………………………..
…………..THE ENTRANCE……………………….
She comes in……….. slowly…..like a rain-bribe
I say were are you ….
Don’t you know that the oceans dance
In this universal kiss of the sea
I say
I searched for you under the big rocks of universe
I asked all the melodies……….. about you
I hear the crying of the dropping down drops
Come and warm you up
Inside the hell of my soul
Cover yourself with the wings of my spirit
Hide yourself in the night of my eyes
Look in this darkness what a king I am
I n the kingdom of night
What I unique prince I am
………………
She comes in………….. wearing all the drops of the oceans
Like a sea princess she drops down…..
I say…………………………………….
I preach you don’t make the sea angry!!!!
In the uprising of the oceans,
Don’t vote to sun.
These light are faked.
At the night,
Sun cut its head.
Darkness is the most beautifull expression ,
Of existence…………………
It is the most pretty tableau,
Of the existentialist gods
Of resistence!!!!!!!
……………………….
She comes in…. like a parcel of wet cloud,
I say
Where were you????????
I searched all the tents on the clouds.
All the buildings of universe.
Just in this darkness……… I can read,,,
The masterpieces …………..of your soul.
And climb the ladder of your body…..
…………..
Lets go to the shores of night.
To the arms of the stars.
Speak to the waves.
And make necklaces out of little rocks ,,,
on the shore.
dig sandy caves!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A RED ...RAIN
………………
It is rainig……….now
It is raining a red rain
Oh………….. is it the rain of mercy????
Or it is the blood of a dying crist?????
Is it the sounds of the clouds?????????
Or the tortoure of a………. priest..
Is it the sound of a cloud ????
Or
The sound of the pain ….of a tree….
And the kiss of an ax
A mixture of cry and shout!!!!!!!!!!
…………………………
A WHITE RAIN IS
BACK……….
I say
Oh………….. this new touch of rain
Will wash your sins away……….
You are baptized
It is a shame under this rain Festival
To put the ambrella of refuse on your head!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t deny the sky
Come and lets go to record
Our love story on the sand……
Befor we die.
I hear the pharynx of the swords,
I hear the arrows hover around
Come this is the war of rays,
And the power of demons……
Lets go befor becoming a tradition
Renovate …………..a bit!!!!
Befor becoming the meusuim of setbacks,
Lets refuse the upcomings
………………………
Doubt………doubt………………….doubt!!!!!!!!!!
The earth is drown with a taifoon!!!!!!!
the universe is foggy………
how are you….to hang the medal
Of hollyness
On the chest of the stars a lone??????
who are you …you want to become
The saint of the temple of autmne?????
You are an unknown passerby………….
Sticked in mud!!!!
You pass by the caravan….
The caravan passes by you…..
What do you want?????
Why you try to be a god?????
The place a head …. you want to go…
Is very far……
There is an abandend loyal dog……
And a barren leafless tree
The tomb of a lover….that has no sky……
Not even.... a shinnig star!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
………………….
She comes in ……and …in all this universe
Just here eyes ….are remained …….green
I say
It is a sin
Not to love you under this sky!!!
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…….THA FALL OF MEDS…
I knew you in the marriage of MEDS AND SETBACKS……
You were hanging wet illusion over the strings of satan
Me….behine ruins…
I was selling out the sins
How beatifull you were in the kingdom of illusion
We lit the fireplaces…………..
With the scrolls of avesta
With out any confusion
Cats at home
And we were vomiting like CORBOS
You were still beautifull in this set back
Hiding handckerchiefs
Making lalabies for the daggers
I wished I was dead…… by a fire place
Or to destroy all the geographies
Of this god-damend race
I could not understand why
In this chemical nature
Just me and you
We can not mix together
I could not understand why
In the ……Doomsday map… just i,
can not find my lost strings
Under the sky
After these things
You used to create a country
From illusion
From the pain
From the snow
From the rain
……THE TEMPLE OF NATURE……
She comes in like a wet bribe
I say
Evenings the horizon……is red
From blood
Evenings the sun cuts its head
And run away
Night covers itself with a silver hanckerchief
The sea wears a silver coat
The lips of the trees ….a silver lipstick of moon
You will see soon
How GOD innovates in THE ARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t look at the surrealist tableaus of the day……..
Surrender to night………….
Listen to the citation of the pure souls…………..
And the hymne of universe….
Existence becomes a church…..
This region becomes a mihrab…..
You hav’nt seen…………..
The most dark light of night,
Is the longest rosaire of universe sufis.
Look at the night prayers of night,
The haliluya of the birds,
And the breez of the transparent souls.
Mountains baptize with the silver rays of moon,
Plains break fast with a cup of darkness,,
For this exisestance at that time ,
Evry where is a mosque,
Evry rock is a mihrab,
Evry rain is a baptism……!!!!!!!
……IMAGES........1
I say give me your hand and let’s run a way………
To save the spring….the statue and the art……..
In the suicide of universe…………..
To hide a culture of istatica………..
To be able to restart.
……………………….2
Trains move through the pharynx,
Of mountains,
The gronade necklaces of mountains are cut,
Their head explosed with the sound of these snakes
But never ever…….. a voyager
Said any thing
Wrote any thing
About their slow death…….
…………………..3
These red flowers die in spring
They Do not see autmne!!!!!!!!!!!
Otherwise they would have married,
With fallen leafs.
A tomb narrated to me………….. that,
Every spring it makes a red lipstick.
Autmnes,
Wears a yellow shirt…..very thick..!!!!!!!!
……THE HOLLY DEPARTURE…
I had not this parcel of death,
When GOD,
Left us alone on earth.
I went searching HIM,
Like a viruse,
I was seeking under the teeth of the caves.
Searching of HIS daily notes.
I searched so much till I became a small god,
My soul learnt to dance in front of the angels.
And when a sword was hooving,
It cut me not
In the mosque I translated the songs of birds,
To derwéshes
I wanted to get out from,
The fence of my silly body.
And fly toward mountains of fog,
Taword the smok,
Of the pipe of Izrael…!!!!!
I wanted to go back there ,
With a paire of angelic shoes,
To tell about the anarchist prophets here,
A bout the mafians of eden……!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…………….
Oh GOD …THOU THE DISAPEARED ONE…
Once again move inside the tunnel of my soul……..
Come to me ………………
On the back on an agitated sea………
Look I float on a broken cross!!!!!!
……………………
I taped with my legs the terras………….
Of the GOD’s
Immence palace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With my frozen fingers.... I taped the thick windows
But never an angel ever opened it up!!!!
Still my fingers are left…..on this wide door……
-open up ……….i am a mass of killed molodies!!!!!!!
I am the remains of a ruined region!!!!!!!!
There was non…never and ever
A cloud never rained on the dry jungle of my eyes
Or on the nest of a pegion
……………
I search…..accumulating the broken crosses!!!
Of my soul.
I renovate the rusty keys of love.
In the chapel of an absurd priest,
I Lit a candel.
Stand in front of a dome.
Singing the songs of birthday………..
Till I am drowned with tears.
Who talled you to make sex in jeaursalem??????????
You talled you to stone down GOD’s tableaus???
In the nest of the ruined homes….
There is the eggs of corruption??
Look at the dry hays of my eyes,
You see that,
I was upon all the barren grounds.
That were burnt by occupation.
You were under evry universal rain,
I make yoga on the wings on night.
You knitt the sun’s hair,
I cut the fence of my body.,,,,
You play inside the toy of your’s….
I kiss the waves that are like you,
You burn a geography I am in.
You made from snowmen a BUDDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They make compromises with sun!!!!!!
Corbo’s region ,
is full of,
Well planted skeleton.
After the fall of madya you learnt……….
Tanatosism!!!!!
every day I ,
put down my hat,
And say bravo to the sky,
Your sky are the snowmen,
Who could join these contrasts???????????
A scenario for this set back please……..
A dialogue for this blockade of pharynx……….
A dark light for this tradgic play.
……………………………
Sky rains on a ground…. Full of virus !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Earth is a spoiled egg…. in the nest of existence !!!!!!
Desert is the back of a crazy cargo man………
Takes hell toward the unknown !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Death plays on trees !!!
Raods …..a long coffin…. !!!!
Good for all.
Time ….a betraying dog,,,,
Barks for you !!
Barks against you !!
Med….a body on the back of a horse,
Desapeared….befor the taps of its legs…….. !!!!
Toward unknown shores.
………………………
She comes in …..like mary
Washed with the sweat of crist,
Come inside the hell of my soul…..(i say)
You will evaporate……………
………………………
A scrolled sky !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mountains….stoned dinasures !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am behind the normal senses,
I pass by rivers ……….i hear not,
Their………….roares.
My coffin can not smell the flower’s kingdom.
I care no more,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Even if you abored the spring………..
In the womb of winter.
decay flowers…chop the heads of waves…..
Let not the sky rain…..
I am not like befor…….
History is a cup of poison to drink…..
My body is a jar of poison
On my shoulders…..
I am this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
……………………..FALL…………..
I want to fly away
I jumped on the wings of
A madyan butterfly
She said
Watch out not to fall down………..
Then i was young………..
I could not understand………….
What if a man……………
Will fall inside………….
The pipe of the grate sultan !!!!?????
Now after i saw the flame
I understand…………………..
END
……………………
History of fog !!!!!
The smell of pain !!!!!!!!!!!
Walking on a carpet may lead,
To the palace of pahlawi,,,,
Horses with turanic saddle,,,,
Singing the songs of safawi,,,,,,,
……………………..
Burn all my clothes …………….just,,
Give me back my handkerchief,,,
I want to cover me like adam !!!!!
As... after the treason !!!
I am nud…….
………………………..
Burn all the geographies,
I got no boarders to loose,
I lost all the logic datas,,
Learn me again,
To Smell flowers,
Wash up myself with your dew
In the hard hours,,,
Under the dome of a tree,,,
To Say my hymnn.
Give me back the green color,
Of spring.
To embrace the bleu sky.
To speak to birds.
Translate the roar of lakes…..
Learn me to sing,,,
Come…. in the disapearience of continents…….
Let’s Run away to an unkown place….
Put a coral crown on your head,,,,
Guarded by an army of fish,,,,
Cry for the bloods that are shed,,,,
In the kingdom of the oceans,,,
In this universal ……tradgedy,,,
Perform a drama of joy.
Pass by the bees…….steal ………honey,,,
Dance in the shores till our toes are set on flame.
Rise our hands under the rain,,,,…………..
Go …………..to the bays of………. Water,
To the arms of stars,
A long jurney,
Stand in the mihrab of a rose,
Look at the darkness of sky,
Speak to the waves,
That narrate the story of sea,
stand on a railway out of,
the dark light of stars…..that may take us,
to non existence.
to the transparent souls.
out side the fence………………..
a zorbaic dance.
a baly
inside the orchesrta hall of nature.
...........................
…THE FLEE......
The day that ……sourses were moving with batons,
Trees with bagetti
Horese limping
The day ….with my frozen figners
I cleaned
a window covered by fogs
I faced the horses of sultan……………
.guarded by dogs
They hanged the prayers of an imam
Infront of the doors of a mosque
They were like yagogs and magogs
……………..
-against the tompet of sultan….
Nothing could be done
(murmured some one)
Then i was playing inside the tube of childhoood
i faced a storm
-(destroy the fireplaces)some body said
- leave them…………….when we are back its cold(some one eles added)
-We will not be back
Toward the mountains of storms
A sky of tompet
Out of our homes
We were masked not to smell
The pollution of our souls
While looking at each other
We were seeing a moving coffin
-it is hard to face this storm
-or to be shot at …………….from behind
-it happens often(some one added)
END
……………………………
Come and lit up a torche………..
In the cave of my heart……..
It transforms to a chapel.
And you…………….. to a priest.
GOD will come down,
He will become the auther of this love story.
………………….
Move through the foggy roads of my soul,,,
Till you arrive at my end.
Then. you will see what a foggy thing i am….
And what an evaporating ocean ………
…………………..
A tent in non existence,
Is better than a palace here.
As a holly candel is more real,
Than the faked suns.
………………………
What do you do in the kindom of light ?
I should pass with a baton ,,,
Made with my own skeleton.
………….
Just pass by the thirsty lands,
To bring back springs,
Give seeds to the birds that try,
To reach the moon,
From hunger…..shaking the wings, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
……………………………….
SECOND PART……..THE SCENE OF END
A rusty age/illusionary existence/kindom of fog/dragon’s road/a mirage love/remains of war/a dictionary of skeleton/ruined
region/corbo’s photos/a flag out of the skin of a wild cat/a sky of dust/a deaf river/a headless wave/a spoilled sea/a
crunched moon/a dangeruos trip/a masked face/a bag of lies/a blind horizon/a desert ……….like the back of
a slave/a bad symbol/aforest of setbacks/orchades smell deads/the coming back of the decayed faces from hell/hands fall down/eyes
melt /Legs move not/a country of tombs/a cazino full of smoke/a land to rent/a non equal equality/
A mathamathic without numbers/count yourself….you make zero/a coral denies the ocean/the drowzy lights of sun/a
calm fireplace/a dead cheminy sweeper/a half burnt biblioteque/a book left a lone/
A snowlike finger/to go without coming back/socks out of spines/clothes out of snow/a breez outof storm/a dinnner of
hunger/stoned faces/a semphony of war drums/genocide of melodies/flee-dance on icebergs./time….a train…..goes
to ….nothingness…./railway to hell/station of setbacks/a tunnel through the pharynx of death/a voyager with his
coffin/autmne like faces/eyes on palmes/our bones to the cottages of the dogs/dogs of doomsday/fed-up with flesh/beauty is
a fantom we can not catch it/we can not make love with our desires/the nature is in my heart/i can not find a heart in nature/this
universe narrows…………….. GOD/i burn on this iceberg/evrybody is a prisoner/
Behind the walls of existence/butterflies dance with semphony/samphony of waves/the tired waves of oceans/an ocean without
horizon/a horizon killed in its mothers womb/a mother….nature/a nature like dezdamoona/hanged by the stands of istatica/victim
of her own beauty/from life to theatre/from theatre till here/a scene….the raincoat of gogole/all the ways lead to rome/all
the repressive ways lead to bastille/niroda with mary’scrown/hugo wears poem’s of niroda/ears of van coge/the
hat of zorba/tears of hithclif/sword of mcbeth/blood of dunkan/the handkerchief of simko/a wood to make coffin/a dark light/a
text….after war literature/a dialogue of deliruim/a….mad …montage/time….zero/the first performance
after the death of godo/godo the crist/the crist godo./mackiage till the other side of skin/.ART….imitation of GOD’s
work/a blasphemer man/you can not reach the ideal/you can not reach the perfection/you can not reach the truth/set on flame
the tableaus/destroy the theatres/kill the actores of the noveles/stone down poems/you can not reach the real facts/you can
not make the real arts////////////////you can not make like God…./you make imitation of imitaion.//
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
The sky …….as the finger s of a stolen toy
… fall down
Earth fades away
The sun melts like a snowman
Mountains change to fog
The process of existinction
Mecanism of death in life
Evry thing goes back to the arms
of the eternal ray
…………………..
When the sun and the sea make sex
Shore comes to life
What is known as shore in the day
It is part of the sea at the night
……………..
There is nothing in existence
Do not sing the samphony of death
Dances not on the strings of death
There is nothing
Ignorant about the inspiration
Of the real extinction
………………
An eternal drama…..on a mortal theater in life
The distruction….of the infrastructure of love
And the ultrastructure of recollection……
……………………….
We Desperse………between the arms of sky,
Evry drama ends not with the cheers. !!!!!
Evry text is not needed to be,
Changed in to the language of words !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
……………………………….
At the end …..in a kingdom around the sun !
Shadows kill us,
Trees eat their fruits,
Earth burn cereials,
Flowers attacked by spines,
A bouquette of spoilled roses,
A tradgic scene,
Noveles kill the authers,
The earth and sky make the last kiss,
The most grate scene of absurd,
Evry thing goes,……………
This is not the prophesy,
Of a shaman !!!!
Neither the myth,
Of the ancient books…….of heros…
It is the mathamathic of being,
At the end …………….we are equal to death,
It is written,
On the forhead of evry thing, !!!!!!!!!!!!!
………………….
And then the wind ,
will equalize evry non ended ,,,
resting thing..
the hesitation of leafs befor falling down the ground
the temporal kiss of hay and cereial
crying of ashes over the burnt locals,
wind will perform evry thing,
a season of syanid,
a neutron ray,
it delivers the posts of the poisoned kisses,
what should we send by the wind ??????????
all the letters will be opened,
all the shiffres will be decoded.
all the words are translated to the language of flame !!!!!!!!!!!!!
then they will understand,
the words ,
of you long hairs.
and the novel of your eyes.
the poetry of your body.
the hidden language of the birds…
………………….
They will read my adress,
And the name of the reciver.
Flowers will be killed in the balkons.
Me…..i will be translated to a language,
even clumsy childern could read me.
Leave that…..no…..the posts by wind,
Brings back heavy storms.
Don’t cry it is not the first time,
They put ….sanceure….on the posts of wind.,,
And the waves of words,,
The shapes of clouds,,,
The songs of birds….
……………………………….
What do you want to seed ?????????
Under this toren ozon !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They take out our roots…………….
…………………………………….
She comes in………..like an angel of rain,,,,,
I say,,,,
Let us run away from the kingdom of pain,,,,,
They will change the words into the language of flame,,,,
They will discover the place i exsiste
They will bombard evry rock, !!!
They will kill the notion of shame, !!!!!!!
They will ask evry nud child about my speech, !!!!!!!
They wil kill me evry hour, !!!!!!!!!!!
They will bombard…..the small classes !!!!!!!!!!
Make an other hiroshima !!!!!!!!!!!
They will hijack evry tower !!!!!!!!!!!
They will search evry field for me !!!!!!!!!
They will cruch evry flower !!!!!!!!!!!
So…….. Please come in
I forgot to tell you something !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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