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breeze brushs the falling haires of trees

in this autumn

my breath brushes your haires

in the loose of seasons

frozen from suffer

i ran away from a minefield

to come back to you

i still bleed

-my general ...put down the stars on your shoulders

give them back to the universe.....

-what do you do with the moon of your face

it will stay there???

-my general send back the horses home

we can ride a light

what do you do in this nivada of existence

no army to fight?????

-i am here to make a bow to the glory of night

-my general don't ride these crazy horses with out saddles

you may stumble

-i like to smell your haire

while moving

like a dagger into the air

the extasy of love

get lost in the silk kingdom of you

then i will put down my sword

send back the stars to their axes

give my banner to the wind

send the childern back to GOD

hang my medals on the chest of the surviving trees

become a cowboy again

sing a country song for you

and dance in the desert of existence

-my general it is too late

night is spreading its wings

-tonight i will become a magic

(i land on a imaginative chiar

a cup of illusion in my hand

i drink darkness

and look at an alien sunset

update my bones

look at the dark ecran of sky

read the emails of the stars

and the messages from beyoned)

i somke my pipe

evry time somke comes out

they are never back again

something burns

something burns for me here

something burns against me here

i listen to a weeping cloud

breeze brushs the haires of trees

my breath brushes your haires

clouds moves over the wild lands

the cloud my wild spirit moves over you

forgive me if i rain

i know no other land to land

i find no other grounds to kiss

i send back the stars to the galaxies

wear a jean

become a cowboy again

to dance for you (country)

to become for you a country

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THE CLIP OF TODAY

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when do you pass by me to read
the sanscrit scriptures of my abandened tomb???????????
when do you come to decode the manuscripts on my deformed featuers??????????????????????????
and a ....faded scroll of pre-history.............
about a  day they sloughtered the rays of sun!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and boutchered down the white haires of a scared moon......
hiding itself..........
behined the pale clouds of a hot  afternoon..!!!
..............
my tomb is still in gief..... and wet,
by a blue blood,
one day was shed,
between the lips of a thirsty ground.....
in the forhead of .............an unkown soldier,,,
 blood .........still dropping down,,,
a day in which the sun rose.......... from the west,,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the earth was out of its axises,,,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no hands to help ...
no eyes to cry,,,,
the kiss of the arrows and chest!!!!!!
the love between  the life and death!!!!!
the intercours of sky and earth!!!!!
ah ....it was me the auther of............
this metaphysical kiss!!!!!!!!!!!
the martyer..................
the gladiator of this................. an recorded madyan myth...........
it was me....the death and dead...!!!!
it was me a head with out body!!!!!
and a  body with out a head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...................................
when the swords were making duel.........
arrows searching for a nud chest..........
in the air.............
the ground crying from pain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
body woshed under heavy rain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 me......... i was there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
................................
the day the breez learned me .............
                  the song of birth....!!!!!
i knew one day the storm will teach me..........
                 the dangerous anthem of death..!!!!!!
.........................................
when do you come to take me out
of this ever grave???????????
to see!!!!!!!!!!!
that i still bleed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and my sowrd is beside me!!!!
i can still sing .........the melody of ......
the rivers of my country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i can still translate your gestures.........
and the way you walk..............
i can still understand the hidden language of your eyes........
the lost waves of your haires!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 and the magic of your smiles!!!!!!!!!!
the syllables of your talk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
........................
come and see
i am hidden with the leafs of paradise..........!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am baptized with the holly water of life.............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and rolled inside a green divine stoff...........
and a coffin..............
made out of a crying tree..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(a tree leaves never its leafs......
a lone...........
makes no shadow for a tired satan.........!
dances with breeze...!!!!!
nodes not its head for a storm!!!!!!
its roots in the earth
and
its head salus  the sky)..............!!!!!!????
...................................................
WHO CAN SEPARATE MY SWORD FROM MY HAND
PUT AWAY MY ARMOUR FROM MY CHEST
who can separate my body
from the ground????????????????????
...............
my nerves are tied
with the roots of the mauntains.........
i wear the color of rainbow....
i do baptize under the rains......
.........
an angel said!!!!
(evry evning i see a star..!!!!
stands vertical on this tomb..............
sending down its silver light...............
i wonder........... it could be a womb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hidden inside the eyes of earth,,,,,,,,,,,
when holly gabriel passes by,,,,,,
he will give him a new birth)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
..............                                         
                                                       
                    ardalan sewkany

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  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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.......................................
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!!!
              .......................................
…….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 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
               !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!         
                                   2002 Ac20702 kurdish date
                                    ardalan sewkany
              !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AUTUMNN 2008

 

a season of massive suicides

of the leafs

when the eyes of sun colse down

and the fresh robe of winter

flutters above

to dripp down the humide drops of air

into the being

it is........ when

the poets come out from their slough

swim in nature

cry for the death of leafs

(a cat passes by smiling)

there is no more flower to kiss

(an awl on a tree singing)

fresh nights

dogs bark against the cold moon

frozen waves of their sound

stick between a check point in sky

and the wings of angels

a passer by collects leafs

he looks at the nud body of trees

murmers some un understood ritual

(and why i should try to know what he says)???!!!!

trees are like sacred phrases

with out punctuations

this nature is like a scroll

with its fallen alphabets

why the leafs are killed????

it is the humid hands of time

a child cries for his fallen toy

(you used to play with nature from childhood..

when you grow up

they will kill you)

(his mother says)

don't learn to love nature

don't learn to love

(an other awl laughs on a dying tree)

(this speech worths translation to evry accent)...it says

solomon will never be back

(in jeursalim ... as well

leafs fall on the steps of history)...a murdered prophet says

i am out....weared in weed

a car passes by looks at me

some one puts down his caskette

-go back home

-what???

-we need the trees

-why....to make an onther nohas boat????

(the awl on the tree laughs)

-for coffins

-some one is dead???

-if there is a coffoin...there should be some one to die

-who is it?

-who is not???

just put down your hat and go back

...........

evnings i look at the horizon from a foggy window of reality

i see a sun accumulates its lights and runs away back to universe

this city is so calm

as if i am the only one left behinde

autumn.......is it the suicide of nature....

or existence?????

your haires as white as the cloud

your pale face as the fallen leafs

as nud as the trees

as wet as the chest of the ground

you are the son of nature

you are chosen to fall as well

doomed man!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(an echo........says)

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galaxies run a way from each other

galaxies run away from themselieves

lights from sun

water from source

twitters from birds

they will not be back again

waves from oceans ....run

sails from boats

eyes from head

you from me!!!

..............

bats sing

a very old song

in the cieling of the cave of being

as if they sing

for the bad luck of an innocent cowgirl

or the fall of an old king

my shadow do not recognize me

it takes an onther shape and denys me

i look at the falling being

i hear drums from far

mixed with the hooves of brids wing

flying for ever

leaving for ever

hovering for ever

there is no more ground to land

no more mornigs to sing

no more lights to see each other

falling nests on the trees

moving trees riding floods

floods out from the throat of the ground

a ground of water and volkan

mixed together

i am on a boat moving through a slime water

the sail ran away from the board

i look far

i see galaxies run away from each other

lights from sun

songs from birds

shadows from corps

you from me

this is the kingdom of killing shadows

i look ........up

one shadow still stand

shadow of another planet

comes toward me

moves through the pharynix of universe

to hit my head

i am...inside a sinking boat

in a silme water

i move through a destiny

even if it hits me not

i will go toward a water fall

or..... i my self...nobody eles

will hit the wall

of the ultimate crunching universe

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i see the shed colors of leaves on the pale face of the ground

they paint an absured tableau over the cheeks of the planet

i smell the parfum of clorofile searching the lost corners that are

lizarding between the hidden face of earth

with out making sound

leaves invent even when they are out of color

even death means something for elements of nature

and the flowers that stand right ...head to the sky

they do not bow to the lost law of gravity

they do not bend not to make lovers angry

why should i look at these things with this fantasy

and leave my head to be kiddnapped by gangs of imaginations

take me to evry corner were lovers search a poet...a pen

to write down little histories that are fresh...full of murdered punctuations

fall down the mouth to a piece of a paper

there is no one that can give an epic arom to this adventure

just you.......................(they say)

no one can narrate so good.......... just us

no corner is better than here in which the blood of history is still wet

no pages lost

did you come with the flowers that dragged you in the garden??

or you got color of the leaves...in your pencile???

some one saw you on the way here or you flew???

you came with a flying horse that don't stumble???

you carry top secret infos like a burden???

i see shed color of lipsticks over the cheeks of the walls

and the bricks that were one day the very stand of a vandalized castle

still i hear twitters of the lovers ...full of assasinated calls

i climb...i see still beside the wall ....a graden full of fountains

and my shadow that moves alone still searching me....

i recollect the shed colors of the lost leaves once again

and kiss the cheeks of evry flower that do refuse the gravity

i pull up once the iron curtains

i see my hat still over the head of hooving swords

my coat weared by a vilain

the saddle of my horse over the back of history

my horse in the wilderness chweing the grass...over the tomb of my

grandfathers

i ask my shadow if some one still at home

-there is no one left in the castel

no more dews fall.... the mornings......... over this dreid up land

no more rain falls over these dreid up mouths

i search a bouquette of flower...(gradens have flower strike)...i bird shouted

the old ladies..still search a lover........ to give

the already written letters full of fresh emotions...flying in sky

and the parfum of a lost love...between the walls

walls ...masked by graffities and slogans

portraits of the martyers and the arrows that fly by

over the tow demensional surface

of being

over the lizardy corners of walls face

over white-beared bricks...nostalgic to their murderd past

fed up with this new damened race

i remeber evry moment..i ask my shadow to follow

it asks me to folow him (i am you now)

(and you are me )

i design the map of a new age over the face

of a faded graffiti

(it is too late

go now............don't wait

i shout it is me...i climb over the shoulders of the earth

i roll down ...down the palms of a lost hill

tents on flame..............tonight i kill you...or i should come back to life

tonigh i find you or i myself should be lost

tonigh i sing the anthem of loyality over the white lipes of a knife

or i should folow your shadow

over the other dimension

open the illumenated door cathrina...it is me the lost prince

i have lost the crown between the tears of an ocean

and the sharp teeth of a coast

 

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under a rain

i am alone

i gave my hat to a star

on its head

there is something

that was for me

...

under a rain

i walk a lone

my coat ran a way from me

to take a cup

inside a bar

(you do not drink)???

murmering...and running away

....

under a rain

i am alone

i gave my glasses to sun

to look at me

with little fun

give me a light

inside the eyes

of the dark night

......

under a rain

a feel alone

i am lost in my pantelone

i search my pocket for a map

to know to where i do belong

........

under a rain

i am nud now

a primitive existence

after the new harmagedon

still i search

for the lost crown of david

and his throne...

     ......

under a rain

a dark rain

i move a lone

i do search for a pain killer

i do search a killer... of pain

under a falling cosmic rain

 

ARDALAN SEWKANY

2010

the clip of today

                                 

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