ook up in the sky
i loose my eyes in the sky
i leave my eyes in the sky
at a day as bleu as the eyes of an ocean
at
a night...as mines
i see the handwrtie of angels at the clouds
i look for your name
i remember
i am not alphabet
i
bacame a strange hilogriph myself
i look up at the sky
it is evrywhere
what a plain ecran
i can write the roman
of universe on it
the death of the stars
and the rainbow of supernova's haires
after their suicide
i feel that
i am up
i fly
i remember my legs are still teid to the ground
it is my soul that hover
(wave)s among the highways
of ups
a decende on the face of a star
i write
(wa hazam al ahzaba wahda)
i write YOUR name
i write the meaning
of YOUR name in evry language
even if i do not speak
i look at night at the face of the sky
nest of stars
a puzzel
to solve
or a hidden language to speak
decode this tructure
i am lost in this universe
i look everwhere i am hanged
beauty
is killing
(YOUR love brings back life)
the sadic nature if istatica
the sadic itatica of nature
do something
eles with beauty
find anonther meaning of it
invent an onther method to contact
i see the dark shadow of an illusinary
love
(and the white shadow of the real one)
and the blue phantomic print of the sky
the white colored...white painted
snows
i remember it is my birthday
or my rebirthday
i should find an other description for the things
i
should rename the things .........once
what should i call you then?????????
what should i call your care then???????
melting
down in looks???
the mirror of me???
i look at the sky
i see the notes of the melodies of YOUR smile
the thunder
of my cry
i look evrywhere .......i see you
am i in you???
or
you are in evry thing???
i find no mirror to
look at me
fortunatlly
i will loose in looking at YOU
i am hanged in YOUR space
am i lost in YOU???
or
YOU
are hidden in me???
to faces of the same thing
i am very lost
and YOU are the very existing
befor i give up thinking
about
(i decide not to think about )
i sit down not to think
while i think about nothing
i use this lesure
to
think about YOU
i shout
i live ....i die..... for YOUR sake
THOU ART the light of the heavens and earth
MY LORD...LABBAYK
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icebergs of hope hanged
on this room
on the face of the walls of being
snow skip down the valley of existence
as if they make the last farewell
to the sky
wellcome themselvies to anonther dimension
with my thick boots of words.... i try to brake through
i zip
down the artificial ecrans of spring
not to get frozen
birds sticked in the sky while flying a way
moon wears a sweater
of cloud ....looks above
this being is like a natural meusuim evry thing rests
like befor
inside the tube of reality...swiming in a liquid of dirt
full of acide and the vomits of dinasures
covered
by the smuggeled pages of history!!!
i move ..i leave my toes behind
i see my legs ....sticked in snow
half of my
body... still in its way
flying through a frozen air!!!!!
i turn looking at parts of my body leaving me one after another
at
last my head is left alone
a cage waits for him
a frozen hand captures my rest
it hangs.........(for sale)....in
my forhead
(devils moul around)
I walk inside my snowy room
to bring back my broken chest
legs still search a
body
toes still search a caot of sock
hands still touch evry cold where
a head......... that can not turn back
not
to record a history
there is no fingers... left behind
eyes....live in a white abscurity
poems are dead in the cave
of a frozen mind
with my third eye i see a warm beam
comes and catches me
i see again
i move again
i throw
my artificial caot away
i run through the glasses
i regain the lost parts of my body
and
shout!!!!!!!!!!
to be continued
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this cuiverlike cieling never stops dripping
faked sunshine can not evaporate them
drops fall down to the freaky
face of the ground
i stand under the unmbrella of history looking
it dripps beside me
trees like ironfences stand
in my face
a river passes by and never comes back again
i farewell every small wave carring on their heads the rest
of logic
the palmes of leafs are up to the sky murmer things
(i do not understand this new language)...a sparrow says
a
tree is being cut beside me ...passerbys look
they got no more chains to utter words
eyes roll on toes...tongues fall
down from mouth
(i hope i dream)...i hope it is a nightmare
(it is a night reality in direct)...some one said
(someone
that had still a chian to utter)
hands come out from the ground to catch us while running
(running a way from ourselvies
or our shadow)
(running away from the toxic photons we breath)
there is no more air....in this zone
these wings exhale
toxics
the vicious wings of evil spread over the sun
a canddle is assasinated
move half on legs...half on knees
half
on legs...half on hands
like your prehistoric grandfathers
(the ones who discoverd fire to set us on flame)???????????
the
other who mined iron to make swords...or flying daggers
dogbark exploses heads
(dogs bark against the moon?????????????)
the
moon still shines
fading bodies move to nowhere.........
or to no.....when?????
dogs waits for bones to fall.......... from us....
toxic bones that are lithal even for nature
(the
river turns back its head and laughs)
i am the only existence that stand still under this umbrella
evil drops
(you
come with us???????the river says)
where(i reply)
till the water fall
i stand in my geography to save one meter of
nature
i see myself slowly sink down the earth
i can not move my legs ....in my slimy wilted body
i try to
grasp a brunch of a resting tree
a thunder replies ....to change me to a dark standing coal
fire comes out of my nose
smok
out of my mouth
i transform to a statue of a dragon
a voice say
in this massive extinction
don't try to survive
alone
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sleep alone tonight
in a dry place
covered by wet poems
i will not be here
under a flying cielling
just
sleep
.....
this will be my last sms
i will myself become
a photon
to enter the realm of your
little
iphone
i wonder if you could read me
i wonder if you could see me
i wonder if you could recognize me
i am not
like befor
........
my candle sheds a parfume
not from here
the
light in this room is not normal
i do not play with my toys like befor
a tatou on my arm tells me
take a plume
a
map will change
drow my figure
i come
........
sleep well
find some good dreams for tonight
till
i bring you a pinky reality
from there
tomorrow
don't read this poem
it is not written for you
don't click
on me
they will click on you for ever
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this room knows just the thick walls
i am between six walls
four walls beside
one up
one down
i
have a history with walls
i take out a plume...and a red ink
i design a window
i brake the glass
i say hello
to a sparrow
singing on a braking brunch
.......
walls
i drow the figure of a door
i lost its key
my
spirit slips into it
i find my self floating in the corridor
no one sees me
no one feels me
(even in my body i
was so)
...............
i see my glittering blood on the broken glass
of the illusionary window
two fingers
left
one finger is down the floor
i got still seven
what a magic number?????
i do the same with the sky
with
the plume of an angel
under the drops of a cosmic cloud
i drow a window in the sky
to loose the rest of my fingers
while
seeking the holy gate
one day
it will rain blood and finger
and the rest of my DNA
don't think
about clonning me
i want be back
in the middle of this ....holy way
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toward no where
toward no time
toward no being
toward nothing
we move
our faked holy parade
in the
narrow roads of existence
move on the pins of reality
to an unsien die
or a well known death
drums out of our
skins
saxyphones out of
our rusty bones
our chest plays ocordion
masks out of our face
cheers far from history
cheers
against the coming race
in this muddy road
we crush our own holy path
it rains magic
between the fingers
of the sky
and the face of earth
we trigger a festival
under the ashes of our day
a day that never ends
as
it never existed
a path that never finishes
as it never began
we move to fall in a pit
while drumming
while
playing saxyphon
the wind whistels behind
the earth ends at a point
when there is no more (where)
no more geography
on
more history
just a finishing now
that cuts its head
and kills the seconds
parts minuits to particles
so tiny
as the birth of bing bang
a hand that collects us
inside a small glass tube
in which there is no where to be
there
is no when to exisist
there is no geography to design
no history to change
no nature to destroy
a tiny being
the
other side of bing bang
the other extrime of the running now
in small atoms
in which there is no way to run
there
is no room for fun
no one can chase our tired phantoms
any more
there i reunite with you
on a tiny
microscobic
shore
to dance in nothinness
have a lunch
full of photons
inside the
realm of the big crunch
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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 a good 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 am lost in the pocket of a girl
evnings goes down the hill
looking at the reflection of moon
in
the sourses
speaks to insects
gives rythm to a brunch
thant want to be a saxyphon
(butterflies sleep in the night
come
back with the dawn
if you want a coctail of
butterfly and breeze
in a cup of time
visit the mornings)
..............
she never puts her hands in her coat
to search something
to find my frozen body
between the dark
walls of this small universe
waiting the warmth of her palm
the breath of surprise
and the smile of her lips
that
i was deprived from
from the moment i was banished
in a small pocket
in a small caot
in a small closet
in a small room
in a small house
in this grave like town
inside this prison like universe
.....................
she never put her hands in her pocket
she has never cold
she
never searches any thing
she has nothing to search
or
she has evry thing in her hands
just
wants not to find me
she never visits her pocket
her pocket never vomits
i will be never out
her hand will be
never in
the separation in one body
me inside
her
hands out
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this wall narrows
a rift in the ground
the roof on me blows
a stand still
this zone kills its only rose
(not
for the first time)
i see in the air flying arrows
still searching for an innocent
they don't know any other chest
arrows
of devil kills not dragons
this wall expands
i find myself hanged in space
i am alone
the tableaux fall down one
after one
no monre hands to paint
no more eyes too look
the surialist scenes of being
of war
the melody of grief
and the rythem of drums
i search for me .........i find i am still there
i am in front
of me
looking at me
this wall plays between the elastic space of being
i see roofs flying in sky
flags dance in
taifoon
my oblong shap looks at itself
what an petulant little face
-you are very pugnacious against evil!!!!!!!
an
absurd will of persistence!!!!!!!
an agnostic thing or the gnostic absurd one????!!!!
get out from the cover of the
book
you will be crushed by a tired reader
it is an onther wall
if you are a word
you may recognize the shapes
bowing on you
erase this exclimation mark in your nose
you are not bizzar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it is the politic of
the publish house
-where are the question marks??????????
-they are forbbiden from print!!!!
-you should
not ask
-then run a way from the cover of this book
get out from the borders of this wall
-it is not a book
it
is a trap
i see killed texts beneath pictures ...
to stay unknown
not to give any further detail
-about
what???????
-about anything
evry thing is not good!!!!
evry thing is interdit:!!!!
-pardon!!!!can you repeat it
sorry...???
-i should go to attend the funeral of some bricks....
-a mass suicide???
-a wall is fallen down?????
-no....a
page...from shame
from dust to dust
from flame to flame
-you chat too much
-don't hack me to stay calm
the
wall still narrows????
-oh...hah...i see
try to stop it with your bleeding palm
the wall still plays!!!!!
-run
away from evry place
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alone over the wings
of this cold wind
the dark scarf of night
the cold frozen dews
i am a hybrid of being and non
beside
my hectic soul
there....... lies a smoulderd coffin
under restling melting pole
i have one leg in the south one
sticked
in north
the rest
of me
my head falles down the universe
my spirit fly
over the wings of this wind
i am used to be lost
between
the arms of the sky
heavy strides
erect in my fallen ashes
a disclosure of me
infront of the face of nature
and
the breath
of this cold nothrern breeze
that never ends
i am mixed between the mist of this smoking clouds
and
the anger of a thunder that
shouts
under the legs of moon
over the heads of mountains
that soon
change
to a vapour too
after a slow trompet
that sings like a smooth melody
exploses devils head
then
i am a fog
i
am a smok
i am an evaporated rock
that moves upwards
encroaching between the hills of the heaven
befor the ominious
coming back
of the cosmic dark
and the real light
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GOD I don't go to paradise
just give me a geography
in this world
to die in it
A LABOUR
..........
I do not land any more
now i search a clean sky
to fly
A BIRD
..........
evry christmas they lie to me twice
baba noel and daddy
THE CHILD OF A POOR FRENCH MAN
..........
evry birthday the king
brings me the same gift
a coffin
A CHILD IN THE KINGDOM OF DEVIL
.........
with evry death life stops
with evry birth
life begins
i am the wombe of death
and the coffin of the new born
A HOSPITAL
........
the bag on my back
it is not just my home
it is my country
aswell
(as i belong to nowhere)
A HOMELESS
???????????????????????????????????????????????????
???????????????????????????????????????????????????
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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for whom rings the bell???,
oh ...thou the GOD of water
for whom rings the bell?????
back to the primitive alphabet
to
rewrtie this new sumerian epic
pain goes down to evry dying cell!!!!
thou the GOD of the assasinated drops
thou hast
creatded form water
evry living thing
they has created from our corps evry dead hill!!!!
for whom rings the bell?????
for whom sings
the coffin
clues from hell
stoffs
out of flame
no hand could recored this new murder
no eyes can see
felled hands
misty eyes
those are mentioned..... in what prophecy?!!!!!!!!
we are victims of which magic???!!!!
we
are actores of which
tradgic
scene???!!!
we are maryonets
in which demonic hand????
that kills us
behind the screen
thou art the GOD of water
for
whom rings the bell ?????????,
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the mirage of beauty
my illusionary state of being
never meet
two parallel lights
move through the
pharynx
of universe
they never kiss
in the curve of time
back to the first point
start to run away forward
once more
.......
beauty is a mirage
that will be never cought
by
my illusionary existence
.......
things doomed by physic
beauty and me
we are out of law
out of physic
out of body
out of logic
......
with the plume
of looks
i design you
on an ancient bord in my mind
hang you there
look at you when i close my eyes
in a lost
point
in the border of abscurity
of two dark tablets
that scatter in the rhaum of my closed eyelieds
you are
ever there
ever
and ever
hanged in the air!!!!!!!!!
.......
........a woman.........
she floats over
a calm river of emotion
angels carry the ends of her
robe
a woman when her eyes blink
the night comes
then
sun rises
she laughs ...the moon shine
titanics sink
an
ocean rises
toward the sun for evaporation
tsunamy of love blows
parfume in air
trees get nud
waterfall
of passion flows
she moves...galaxies stop runnning
the earth stops rotating
time blockes
i get lost between the dusty sands
and the hard rockes
looking at a moving nature
and an istatic tableau of a beauty
that runs away from
my hands
a woman!!!!!!!!!
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ANOTHER DIMENSION
death a dragon like...swallows me
and vomits me in the brinks of universe
the
border
between life and death
i wake up i am on a shore
i rearrange my strings
call my photons
take a shape
i
am a pure concoiusness
in the arms
of nothingness
i still feel your love...once again
even without
my natural brain
..............
CHAIR
i sat down on a chair
it shouted
don't sit down on
me
i am no more the beautifull green tree
you are no more the colorfull bird
(you are now a friend of a saw)
it
said
.................
PERBIRTH
i listen to a melody
(i know this one)i say
things
in this being are pure repititions
which angel played this from me????
when i was on my way
down to these prisons????
................
QAZI
a dagger born in prison
it grew up to be a sword
in the hand
of a mehabad(1)
when he died
his tomb became a pyramid
three pyramid shaped mountains
covering him
from
the bullets and the rains
his words became a scripture
his robe a tent
for childern suffer from coldness and
pains
he is ever here
his soul
hover in kurdistan's atmospher
that is why when we inhail the resistence
we
exhale the words of our martyer
.....................
1.the capital of a kurdish republic in east kurdistan estabished
in 1945
and the fell after it was abandend by some grate powers..qazi was the presedent
of that republic...he was captured
and killed
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leafs of flowers
scattered like dead bodies
over the lips of a corridoor
i take heavy steps
lead me
to you
i turn back
my step traces vanished
sun sets down
lit up this candel again
the air is dark
i move
like
a pharaonic sacrifice
toward a slimy corridoor
i stand...looking at you
your eyes shine
dead dusty plastic
roses in your hand
murderd smiles on my lips
I do not understand
the artificial smiles blown up on your lips
you
wait for me!!!!!!!???
i say you wait for me?????
a cup of me in your hands
a cup of grief in mine
drink
me
till the end drink me
i am the ever drunken stuff
and the ever swallowed one
i used to be behind the throats
enjoy
the narrow roads of pharynxs
drink me once again
cheers ...till the end
watch out there is a border
between the
glass and my blood
there is a (no man land)
between the edges of your cup
and your lips
or a (nonflying zone)
(non crying zone)
some where i do not exisist
some where i do not suffer
drink me when i am cold
drink me when
i am cold down
drink me when i am brought down
then switch of the candel
you will be a one
you will be a light
like
a blind ........pass the corridor
don't look after my steps
they are mudrerd
dont search for me
just have a look
at the mirror and smile
i will recive the cold email
emitted from your hot lips
to my frozen soul
good evning
beauty
i brought some thing to drink with you
just sit down
and drow border
between the cup and the wine
a
non existing geography
somewhere without sunset
somewhere without sunshine
november 2009
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these rythms are dead
they denied their mother strings
after coming out from the throat of a gittar
they didn't
know
they are wanted by
the drums of war
................
this autumn breez is frozen
an early mornig when
they arrived
at the garden
it was winter
and the season of storm
evry where there is a mass grave
of breezes
just dig
if you have a gavel
you
find skeletons of air
and nightmare
....................
this
slogan is no more valid
after a car panic
it arrived just one day after the election
put it with the posters of the
heros
into the garbage
( find a historical one)
or
leave them on this dusty chelve
for the coming election
do
something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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mornings i wake up
my hat is full of light beams
my pocket drown in twitters
i am washed by dews
under a
bush of green leafs
i rise up my head ..once again
(and when your head was down)???????????
a devine voice says
.........
i hear the hoosh of trains
moving in the eyes of tunnels
the mountain cry
(i can no more look at nature
give
me back my eyes)....!!!!!!!!
.........
i feel my room floating
over a sea of parfume
(i dreamt about what tonight)????????
within the sun rise
i feel i am
hovering over a oisis in paradise
i open the door of my fridg
i swallow some sexy balls of grabe
and drink some stolen
milk
(stolen milk from a poor cow
while chewing some grasses
a wild girl
entered her kingdom
and stole
a
jar of milk
and the toys of her little gaot)
..........
i slim shut the door
lights tell me the news of sky
beams
take photos of my drowsy face
i am still here
i go out
i see on my way
apples fallen down...by the law of newtin
for the sins of man
an other trap
i am hungry
i hesitate to pick up one
devil will laugh at me
(i do not want
to get naked)
i swallow some beams
i drink some dew over the cheeks of the trees
today too
i am survived
a
devine voice says
don't feel alone
i walk...or i fly????????
my feet do not toutch the ground
my head below the
clouds
i kiss the wind
and play with birds in the air
(just the ones
that are still flying there)
i shout
good morning GOD
good morning life
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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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universe runed by laws
the last one
a massive suicide
...............
gravity in existence
but
me and you
we meet never
..............
spread your wings in the sky
i am burning
this new sun is bizzar
as
if it knows me not
or....may be
it is me that deny it
i don't know
.................
the jar on your shoulders
is
made of my dusts
and the water in
are my tears
where do you take me girl
what eles you do to me????,
.....................
i
am evaporated
don't look at sky
run away from the clouds.... girl
if you want to
not to feel me again
it will
rain my photons
in this sprituall taifoon
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abottle of wine...on my nose
I drink it
it drinks me!!!!!!!!
........
a burning ciggaret in my wilted fingers
I
smoke it
it smokes me!!!
I make no diffrence between the smoke
and my spirit
the product of
a burning energy!!!!!!!
...........
in the realm of a relative time....I count down
I kill it
it kills me
(with
a rythem ...very slowly)...!!
........
I capture a pen
I contact........!!!!!!!!????
I write a poem!!!!
it
writes me!!!
(inside a yellow page of history)
...
I dance on the strings of a piano
it plays with my feet
I
compose an absurd melody
..............
I sit down thinking about you
you consume me
and
you consume me
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between the clifs of time
there.... lies a ...me
an out of dated existence
surrounded by pins of life
serpenting
to the corners of bones
leaving traces of a slow pain
an ententional tourture
the skeleton of a faded prehistoric
man
his shirt still (flags)
as if it is the banner of a hungry country
waves to a beach
to pirates to kidnappe
them
under the caves of a big boat
counting bottles of wine
or the circles of iron chains
while on
the road
to an onther dimension of slavery
..............
down on the face of a painfull ground
a dry dark blood
swings
between being a map
or a massgrave of stolen (DNA)s
as if it is a map of a
crucified country
suffers between the
nails of death
and the woods of a suffering coffin
of a betraying tree
on betraying shoulders
in front of
feeble cheating people
artificial damened cheering sounds
over the head of caward soldiers
...............
a natural
meusium
of a prehistoric being
empty bones
after a full flavoured death
between the anger of a vertical lance
a
horizontal hoove of a sword
and
.... the wrath of demones.......
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
????????????????????????????????
i
come back from non existence
riding the light of a new sun
to see myself
i am still there!!!!
i search my
eyes...... there are still some looks to hide
i search my tongue......... there are still words to utter
i search my
lips......... there is still a cheeck to kiss
my left hand to write something
my right one to carry a flag
to find
if....... some lost spirits cry
to discover if..... a child plays with my bones
prays to stop the falling anger of sky
if
green grasse still come back to life
or after me
even the time has petrified????!!!!
even the suspended gardens of
babylon are flated down???!!!!
and the eden desertified?????!!!!!!
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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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a twilight........
in my backlit.
a new born creek..!!!
a fresh pumped hummock a head
that crouch toward
horizon!!!
connives a sun....
that cuts the handcups of nights!!!
drowzy eyes....
and sleepy yellow eyes of beams,
shine
ones again.
(still we have today as well... to see them once)
a crack in the hirizon!!!!
birds tatter.....
the
news.... about an other sunshine.
between the rift of sky and earth!!!!
array beams glow ...in a dapper way
pour
down from the nape of sun
toward this dumpy existence ........they run
(if not physic....they say
we are not
so happy to come
and take a risk
on this ground
to be slaughtered by evil
with evry dawn
if not the law!!!!!!)
swoop....over
the light!!!!
assault over the day!!!!
torture over the black skin of night!!!!
lights can not curb this horse of
light...
that moves toward the throat of earth
feeble as the silver hairs of moon
hot as the flamy mouth of a volkan
through
the wisp of a smoking angel
the pearly face of heaven
the shroud of air
the nimbus torn atmospher of earth
the
wield dance of rays invade this occupied land
ruby ground drown by blood .....shimmers
light hesitate to shine on this
field once agian
(if not the laws of physic
if not this ever rotation
got nothing to do here)
they say...in a
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i swing between the life and death
i pass by evry moment of being
to cross the bridg of suffer
pass to
the other side
evry day my cells change to photons
evry night my photons chang to cells
i am used to play with
my
little moving electrons
..............
i was deprived
from dreaming about what lies
behind the borders of univese
now
evry day i swing
between the life
and my other side of being
i face angels
and then fall down again
into the
arms of a devil
what a bad thing???!!!!
i n this city evry phrase kills...
evry word is like playing
on the rope
of death.
the negative of the photos of evry rose
hanged by the string of evil
on her face
a design of a cross
..................
you
remember me mother???????????
i am your second baby
with out moving into tunnel of your womb
my genetics are like
yours
i do kiss my cromosoms
they crucify my mind
in the jeusalem of my forhead
they hang evry thought that is
like you
they baptize me in slimy dirty water
my lightfull words
................
pain between the clues of life
no ancension
they do not get my esoteric phrases
they
can not see the torches hanged
over the head
or the flux of evil that falls
from the narrow drains of their throat
into
the rivers of crime
checkerd by the image of satan
moving over the little waves
carring heavilly this image
the
lament of sky are not heared
by these slim iron blocked ears
afflicted with a universal pist
in the epidemy of existence
and
a space of sexual whim
that overhangs above
summons on the palms of ahriman(1)
(hands that covers world
and hids
the lights of sun
waxed by crime
like a GODFATHER
reads our unfrotunate fortune
to tell us when they will kill
us
and over the shoulder of what witch
they will take our stained clueless coffin
to the cemitry
of our unknown
future
or our evil condamned history????!!!!!!!!!
.....................
it is still me mother
i am hanged
in space alone
sky refuses me to go back
earth is invaded by dragon
moving on one leg
works with on hand
hangs
with one law
sees with one eye
(like a pirate)
but kills me for two reasons
look at me when i preach
hear me
again
i find no ears to hear
no eyes to see
no hands to take me down
over the pins of this booldy crown
......................
come once a gain
i am the one
i am the son
i know evry brick of the pavement
in jeausalim
but my self
i am a lost tablet
with a srtange scripture
i am a vague song
with a strange melody
no
body can know
where i come from
where i want to go
still evry day i swing
between life and death
still
evry day i sing for the angels
i spill on the satans face
inside his kingdom on earth
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*ahriman:the
spirit of evil in the zaradushtian religion
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i meditate over the face
of a fallen flying leaf
breath of my soul comes out from
the tunnel of my body!!!!
listen
to the hot vibration of my other side
i am used to run away from this dirty hotel
a prison brake
over the ashes of
this geography the best way
to run
is to brake the rusty windows of one's being
capture the lost rays of an assasinated
sun
that hide behind the hills of existence
under the pillow of the humid nights
that never ends after the departure
of lights
i run to see the other very side
of me
look at my self infront of the mirror of me
sniff the remained
air
on this down apex
to play the classic melody with my first real birth
with this ancient old white-beard
sexyphon
that do not speak the language of now
the modern lies
the diplomatic treason
wears a crown of an aryan
pharaon
i see colors that shine with out the make-up of devil
brake the iron locks that tieds one
with this virus-condamned
ground
a snake inhabited land
evil-looted creatures that sing for their slow death
that still carry toren faded
flags
over the fallen apex
of their existence
the other face of fatallity
and the very desert with the arom
of a spoiled oises
inside
the flamy holes of devils eyes
hunker behind the iron wings of luci
and say
(come and surrender your free souls to
me
i am the ever dark light of earth
the the joly hell in which you warm up your frozen souls
frozen souls by my
fornicated breath
that comes out from the humid cave of my spirit
and ends by the fence of your being)!!!!!!!!
..................................
like
a clumsy shadow that hides
behind the mountains of
an exploded supernova
millions of light years runs away from himself
to prove he is not the only one
ties this planet
with its own wired strings
that are made of haires of dragons
borrowed fingers from
wilted
dead bodies of historic demons
to play a melody of an other way of existence
and learn us how to make from our alien
body
an other field for demon's dance
these strings don't like my clumsy photons
photons that serpent into the arms
of an angel
and do not dance with their rythmes
these wired beings
don't like my ways of vibration
as i vibrate
on the tones of other things
understand the fast melody of their slow death
and the slow rythem of their fast murder
to
which i never surrender
.....................
i am thus over the border of the other barrier
i am so on the mountains
of transparent realms
such an historic arrow over these classic chests
classic chests that move through the ruins of
zombies
hanging posters of my deformed photos
written a head
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i am used to be a dangerouse question mark
behind the curtains of a phrase
a phrase that is ready to hand me evry
day
to a novel killer
a poem scourger
or
a bird hunter
i am used to be so
from the first treason of history
i
am an ever prey
and a bouquet of wilted flower
in the hand of death
to tame the demons that are
never satisfied
with
bloods of mines
with mines blood
it is written on the visages of the falling stars
that i should be hidden over here
becouse
i am a clumsy child
i recollt the fallen grabes of the garden
of a saint
and give it to the nud childern of my quartier
all
the nighboures hate me
evning befor the sun rises some where eles
i come back home
and my bag is empty from
evry
thing
GOD i have nothing to eat!!!i say
i thank water learnt me what is it mean
to be clean
i thank a hole in
my bag that learnt me
what does it mean
to give all
to the little nud childern
that are disappointed
with the
rain
with the garden
with their pocket
i am used to be hidden
some damened where
just not to become
a great
question
or
a small answer
at the end of a faded page
or a pre-historic scroll
or an arm that its date is back
to
the stone age
still sharp
still shining
still cuting
still under its controll
..................
i come
back from a desert
let me see again the childern
with my faded bag
i brought back
the roaseries of their fathers
the
toys of their sisters
the wilted stuffs of their mothers
and the tatoo of their brother's
becouse of which
they
were deprived from the rays of the mornings
becouse of which
the should deny the black eyes of nights
and spill on
the stolen graves of their ancestores
let me see them once
i don't give them any new publication
i don't give them
any banned information
i don't tell them any phony accusation
let me see them once again
i brought them a handfull
of dust
that smell the deads
i brought them a handfull of herbs
all what remains from their land
let me see them
once
outside the curtain
you can spy my dialogue
you can tape the textes i say
you can put a combarse for them
just
let me see them once again
they will understand at once
where do i come from
what i got in my pocket
what i hide
in my hands
what i have to say in my head
let me see the childern of god
on this forbidden planet
let me come
out from the curtain
and they will see
the man behind the curtain
is not the one
that plans foggy scenarios
let
them smell these herbs
let them sniff this dust
and then you see
that the iron necklace they have
are as soft
as cottons
you will see they make wooden toys
out of their prepared coffins
...............................................
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where it takes me this narrow way?????
that.... remembers me of childhood!!!
passing by every where
to find
oneself in no where
a no where .........where
you find a small toy of a beer
a lost orange
and a small empty suitcase
as
if a child is stolen
or a magazin is kidnapped!!!!!!!!
..................
where it takes me this no way???????
thousands
of years no body has moved through!!!
wild herbs are reincarnated
the sourses speak a langauge i don't understand
thistle
sharpinning their teeth
to attak the kingdom of my legs!!!!
..............
this road remembers me of my youth
when
i used to find my self
in a dark night
infront of a surface of brick
and a make up of thatch
to design a pail
face
or an expired slogan
or to hang a faded photo
of a martyer...already away!!!
nights in which
legs can
not feel the ground
hand can not catch the pump
words can not come out from the throat of fingers
no breath
even in the air
narrow even in highways
lost even at home
stranger even in the kingdom of your
skin
no ways to get bright with such a night
no lamps could be on in this tunnel
otherwise the wolves see
the
location you make love with
your history
the eden in which you steal flowers
and the paper on which you write
the
last declaration of love
to this mapless geography
they will clik on you and for ever
you apear on the ecran of question
marks???????
they will clik on you and then
they will read your ancient e-mails
to which mountain you have
written.........
in which vally you link your site....!!!!
on which apex you put the falg of your blog
under which
name you chat with your crucified ones
whether you are some one normal
or in contact
with supernatural
they will
read you
they will chat you
they will send you
they will tap you
they will hack you
don't lit even a candel
in this narrow way
the.. make up ........on the wall will melt
they will rape it....... brick by brick!!!
they
will kill the aleady killed posters
put in jail evry passerby
they will learn him to read
and acuse him
of post
podernism
in this savage natured nature
behind this ex-wall
and this dark sky
in the corner then .....in the right
they
will even take down the stars
and kill the night
..............
where it takes me this narrow road??????
there
is a road that leads to no where
a sky that has no stars
a sky that kills her stars
a cloud that rapes its drops
a
rain that never toutches the ground
a passer-by asks his adress
a mother searches her child
lost after the noha's
flood
a scriptuer can not read itself
evry time there is a road that leads to no way
an eye searches for a look
bleed
asks for more blood
a tongue searches its words
evry time there is something searches some one
evry time there is someone searches something
evry time there is
a road searches a passerby
a passerby searches a road
a road that lead to no where
a... where... that has no raod
this
narrow way leads to no where
my legs are stranger here
as if they search an other way
diffrent from the childhood
nor
like the youth !!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this narrow way leads to
somewhere eles
somewhere
behind the barriers of
universe
toward the light
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the birds are gone
they will not be back agian
look at their falling feathers
over the flaming zones
flowers
will kiss no more
the little smiles of mornigs
earth invaded by dragons
...............
under this new sky
classic
things come over
as between this new storm
the ancien masks are back
birds will not come a round again
to attest
this new age
and this new zone
in which there is no day
no night
the extinction of season
i can not promis
you
an onther mornig
i can not find for you an onther way
or even an onther east
as i can not predict
the rise
of sun from which side could it be
or the birth of an onther beast
.......................
under this smoky sky
birds
will not come back a gain
it is the ages
of the illusionary freedoms
operation of empty cages
sleep and don't
ask for mornigs
don't ask me for an other sun
try to get used with this smok
and grey leafs
barren trees
dark
dusty things
singing for the departed rays
crying over the murdered dawns
that evry mornings they were shining
like
wet crowns
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like a heavy rain
in a dry summer
your looks dripp into
the roof of my broken soul!!!!
a soul.....!!!!
a
solitary lonly soul
stands beside my dead body
making a lizardy shadow
that lights of sun
moves inside evry.....
abandend brake
to set me again on fire
flame in evry cell
an ever hell
i stand beside myself
oh that
is me!!!!!!
if that is me.........
then who am i ????
i am above me
i am beside me
i am behind me
then
the dark silks of your hairs
spread around
hooving over my body
like an angel
it takes me down
and puts me
back in my fallen corp
(don't die now
there is still something to do
there is still some words to write
and some
lost soul that could love you)
what a magic do you bring?????
with this wave
what a heeling do you bring????
over
your transparent
little wing
i have seen one(s) in nature
it is the my first time
i see all the nature in one
dark night of hairs
the
sun of face
the long tree of your body
the moving season of your eyes
the waves of look
the moon of smile
the
paradise of your presence
that rains the parfum on me
for a while
alas...things are not everlasting
stuations
are not eternal
a passing look
a passing love
a passing thing
a passing being
you said
don't die now
there
is still someone to love
there is still some words to write
there is still a sky above
there is still demons to fight
don't
die today
don't leave me a lone
in the midway
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look how days turn me
page by page
they read the secret phrases of my being
they
spoil the sacred moments
of my existence
till i change to a deformed scripture
hidden under the arms of a library
i
fall from the arms
of the tree of life
like a clumsy leaf
resists to storms
the ultimate moment of
writing
long poems
about the scene
i was never against the spring
its beauty is fragil
its youth is so breeding
look
at the suicide of flowers
the murder of soft colors
in the presence of time
blame me not
i am afraid of
beauty
i am afraid for beauty
it is mortal
as short as the life of a butterfly
or
as a rapid passing comet
in
the sky
anouncing an other death
don't blame me
i live in a cosmic autmn
not a planitair spring
that dies soon
taking
with her
evry charming thing
..................
forgive me i attack spring
i know she is green like your eyes
i
am afraid that your looks too
turn against me
to a black voodoo
......................
forgive me i attack spring
i
know its lips are so sweet
as your speech
i see in the face of the leafs
the day they die
i am afraid for your
lips
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a momentem of nostalgy
looking at earth
a commotion
under
the demolition of a frail now
and an ever
folowing past
a vague future
stirring emotions like a lost baby
inside the eyes of a nature
lost in itself
lost
in a planet
lost in a tiny galaxy
by a sun set
the tenant of this being is
antiHIM
we live in a vacant
de facto
we refuse...we obey...we enjoy
such a volenteer slave
such a golden handcup
such a sexy chain of iron
around
our ready neck
such a cheap toy
we flock around our fallen coffins
we are not dead........,
we say..!!!!!
we
have still our dull head????!!!
we pray!!
we knee befoe our inlightened dragon
we stare
we are afraid to look
at us
we wait for a holly flare
to set us on fire
we enjoy these sadic creatures
to satisfy our planted masoshic
desire
waw our felled tongue
our beheaded thoughts
and the ever willing
curtains on eyes
prostrate to these
idols
they hitches their flamy chariot on us
to go to hell
toward unseen
we do not smell
our fleshes
that fall
half here
half there
trumpets waiting for a call
blooms of vanishing stars
ashes of inflamed
fathers
drips from the cielling of hell
a burden thing we still carry
it is the great master behind
we still marry
those
are wilting stained symbols
we still follow
these are the faked holly phantoms
we still hallow
breeds
of evil
we tread his path
the bite of the dragon
still stitchs
we wanted to give a global kiss
we
puddle in our melted flesh
hunker behind shame
after our back to sober
we are in air.......we have no frame
we
find vertue hanged at door
we come out to find our selvies
fall between the arms of a
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under the splinters of lights
i tend to take another bath
befor it banishes away
i can not quell this fire
smok
above my body
pain nestils
enduring pain nestils
frailty lasts for ever
it is too late to hold it
back
amishmash of pain and anger
skimmed lips
i relinquish to stay...... but i go far
and loft to ups
standing
by a plume
to hilight a flame
as an idle being
flung alone there
a fleeting breeze
a fleeting love
changes
to a twig storm
full of lusty force
a bukle of bush
chasing in the air
they look at the earth........ grimly
within
the first stooter
an opulent girl
with a gavel
taking away trashs on a tomb
in this goddamend zone
litter skips
down
swings into a concret
they accumulate on a grave
like a chain-gang
a repudiated tomb a lone
attached with
a tither with life
a limping spirit
in a frozen mould
suffers from a lithal being
a lost moth
with a buckle
of wings
hooves a round a tweak
in a bad trick
looks at the lost spirit
prays
what a knave man?????it says
what
a boar creature???!!!!
with out mercy
he sticks on earth
a phony love
with out brooding about the end
in the
din of life
the end of a love story
hope
swaying like dusts in taifoon
tight with the past
soars to the hights
grin
in the sun
on a yellow strip
the necklace of evil
rattles in the neck of a demon
like a numb existance
in a
defiance mood
its dirtiness spills on the ground
hearkens a voice from beyond
molting feathers
captured by the
snags of life
in a dandy manner
fall down on a pail surface
for an unknown stint
(if there will be any)
congregrate
in front of a hill
ponding spoilled eggs
hoaxs of witches
in the apex of being
what a sad reality?????
shapes
desalinate
dust from their lips!!!!
deflects toward sky
hunker under the robe of devil
in the bumpy roads to ups
sprawling
every where
heeling to evil
wooing to bad
like a trump man
staid and still
with the maximum of boldness
travesting
a good will
in an eclectic way
like an erudit master
proclaiming thoroughness
taking the steerage of determination
what
a petty stupid thing
in a shroud of an angel
prodding to be good
hids itself a new madness
they simmer riot
evrywhere
the keystones of badness
the influx of lost rivers
end in the waterfall of death
the sick trees
that
jump not to the ground
in front of the storm
but they hold tied
in spite of a sweeping force
vying to
burn evry thing
what a nasty existence???!!
in the dark basin of universe
dark dust comes over
we
can not look at each other
so ugly we take forms
so heavy time passes
the pondle of my watch slows down
or
counts
down
tick tack
ti..ck .....ta..ck
t...i...c k...t a ...c...k
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COLLISION
like two stars
let's get colide and explose!!!!
a blackhole will come to life
that would swallow
all the colorfull rays
and the beautifull nature
the existence
will dance!!
on an onther rythm
and an onther dimension!!!
.............
RAIN OF LOVE
let
the dark clouds of you hair
and my cold breath
fly
after reflecting some colores
let them get mixed
with the
witness of the sky
the rain of love over my soul
OH GOD...my spirit is so thirsty
my lips... on this earth
are so dry
........................
THE PHANTOM OF ME
i pass by you
you
listen to your headphon
you sip your coca
you eat
i got one idea in the mind
i grasp you from behind....
my
hands move inside your hair!!!
my palms move inside your chest!!
i recognize....
OH GODi became a phantom!!!!!!!
i
am in another dimension
you can't see me
you can not capt my vibration
i realize
it is the moment to get mixed
to
be in you
to stay in you
to enjoy the occupation
..........
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a night dance
on this pavement of frost
with a fast rythm of samba
an ever night of dance that keeps
masks
on faces
dances on roads
fornication till our heaps
music till the bones
we are the ever ugly happy existence
in
the carnaval of cheating
music of death
srtange hands beating
drums of our phony carnaval
dance in coffins
deformed
masks .....or
demonic beings waiting our feuneral????!!!!!
..................
tomorrow with the sunshine
masks
melt
(like an ice-cream
in the hands of a child)
we discover
we were dancing with zombies
drinking wine with
vampires
shaking boddies like beheaded cocks
swallowing edges of knives
between the arms of these
rocks
................
in the midway
a read indian passes by
on a robust horse
his head is up to the sky
eyewinks
on us
laghuing at our melted masks
and our molten feathers
-the mask of this man melts not???!!!
-his horse do
not know what is stumbling!!!!
-his lance makes a perfect shot
-his sword do not know what is gumbling
-we have fales
masks
-fales rythems
-fales media
-fales answers for fales asks
-the extasy of dancing made us forget...
-the
sickness of logico-phobia
................
he passes by
looks at us
motionless like a mayan robot
indeavours
our shy looks
he passes till the nose of the road
befor gonig back to mountains ........he murmers
(dances
of apes
on the skin of their ancestores!!!
with these zombies
what a scout out mask??!!!!
in this wolfy
night??!!
what should that mean?????
in the mayan prophesies????
i should ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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moon hangs itself
by the cielling of the sky
like a holly torch
in the hands of an angel
in the dark
dust of the space
takes his way
to a parallel universe
throwing a curious look at
a dying earth
..............
sun
lands on the palms
of a far west
to have a dream
close its flamy eyes
for a while
leaning its back on
the face
of a mountain
looking at the infinit skies
turning its back from
our race
..............
earth
like a charming bad boy
evnings gets drunken
with a white wine
falls down from the dripping
sky
on
the cheeks of the ground
a baptism of dew
a sacred ..........bar
she gets drunken .
sings
for her pretty past
days
when her eyes were still green
her white silky voile
was still vergin
reflecting intruder rays
then....she
was like a little bride of mountains
waiting for her charming lover
in the door ways
of heaven
.............
she
remembers...the days.... her lips
were still fresh
full of beautifull corals
colorfull fish
befor her cheeks get
dry
befor she gets nud
her white poles melt
the murder of abslut
...........
she remembers dark
nights
insect were skating
on the influx of rivers
breeze rubbing its back
with the face of the ground
performing
marvelouse flights
wet lands ...were smoking
giving back their white fog
to the sky
getting cold and
frozen
could not find a sweater on the clouds
falling down again
as small drops of dew
or a white rain
..........................
she
remembers animals
licking shores of rivers
with their tongues
to take some little sweet drops
brake
their fast
take a fresh air for their lungs
to be filled with joy and prayer
looking at sky....the grate torch
fall
in love
with all the beautifull things around
and miracles above
...........
evry evning she remembers
her
youth
the days of glory
the age of beauty
the Godly times
she cries but nobody hears
she suffers alone
she
weeps in grief
she murmers deep
she burns in a hot coat she wears
waw..........mother earth!!!!!!!!
your
beauty was a good dream
in a short sleep
.............................
..........bye.............
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THE SHORE
on the shores of life
waves of hope
smashe on the rockes
of reality
look at the forheads
of the clifs
chains of drops
look at the
sleepy face
of a morning leaf
washed by dews
or at the window of a wild girl
behind the walls
waiting for her
prince that is
still not back
from the imposing wars
.............
clifs of being
sleepy morning
of a leaf
waited a night
for a kiss of a beloved bee
full of the flavour of love
and sweet honey
.........................
BIBLIOTEQUE
a nest of the yellow bushes
of abandened words
in a jungle of a dictionary
waiting an influx one day
loose
their way
and pass again
to give them back
a fresh ink
into their veines
they
sing
(in the biblioteque of life
no words will be lost
as in the lab of nature
energy is immortal
till the
collective departure
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dismal man
behind one of the planets
looks up
searching a lost star
-come once a gain....
waits robustly
till the end
his eyelieds fall
they slam shut
-why i don't see you???
you don't hear when i call
i am still
waitnig.........
he recharges his empty sword
leans on a err saddle
that cries for a lost horse!!!
-why i am disarmed
like that????
he simmers anger behind
falls down
can not hold sway!!!
a baby weeps
-there is no milk on the
planet
he stands staunch
as if he is cold
but he burns in
by the flare of waiting
that never ends
delirium
befor giving soul
looks at a baby alone
-they will come down
even if i am up
his eyes fly
(are they the eyes
or
flying oceans?????
tears sent to sky
heaven used to recieve tears!!!!!
he looks after the sidetracks of them....
can
not see any thing
a hopless cry
-this saddle cheats me
it had never had a horse
-this saddle was ever a lone
it
had never rid the back of a horse...
-(baby don't weep
i will milk down the tits of a star
when my soul is up....!!!
look
at a very white cloud then...
it will rain milk
open your mouth and slowly
start to drink
don't get cheated with
evry thunder
evry cloud is not milky
just the ones that come from
the milky way!!!!!
don't trust evry cloud babe
don't
come out from this bunch of hay
there will be no angel
to pull an umbrella on you
we have no angels
no stars
no
souls
no way
we are swallowed by the bermoda tringel
there is no rain when we fast
there is no sun when we are
cold
our voices have no waves
as our phantoms have no particles
stay here babe
when i am up
i will tell that...
to some body
if i find an ear
that will be ready to give you back
your stolen shape)
this saddle is born
without horse
as you toes are born with out shoes
they stay like that as far as
you do not deny the mountain
that
hide you inside a helix
this scenario never ends
tandom of tradgec scenes
a babbling dialogue
(deaf spctatores)
that
is never like the
twittering of the birds
(birds swim in a bath of milk
in the other geographies)
catch in the
air lovely words
NOTE:this poem is written by the spirit of ardalan sewkany in
02.07.2009 in GAZA
( wa ma adraka ma gaza)
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THE ARYAN BLOOD
IN THE VEINSE OF A MADYAN GUY
THE LOVE OF LORD IN HIS HEART
THE SWORD OF RIGHTOUSNESS IN HIS HAND
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NEWROZ
i sniff this flame
smok come out of my nose
fire from my ears
i become a parcel of sun
i
steal the color of a rose
i am still the little boy
of (mamanda)
a gun in hand
jets above
i sing
.............
THE GROUND
i sniff this ground
dust comes out from my nose
ashes of burnt villages
from my ears
i become a
statue
stand still
infront of taifoons
i am still the little boy of madya
used not to be down on knee
i fought
devils
i incarnate
the sweet parol of christ
and the holly light of mahdee
.........
THE NATURE
i sniff this air
parfum comes out of my nose
and misk from my ears
i transform to a dagger
shines
in the lights
i am still the little son
of the nature
i bow to the beauty of a flower
not to a king
I wear
a necklace of leafs
not a damened rusty ring
of a demon
in my finger
................................
-a mountain in kurdistan
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PART ONE
a
star said
if tomorrow i am not here
i am explosed
and become a super nova
there is a boy
that evry light year
stands
like an idol in my way
there is a boy
that His name is well recorded
on a sumerian fried clay
hidden under the
pillow of izrael
waiting my explotion
to swallow my colorful rays
to become a rainbow
if tomorrow
i am
not here
i am sure you see him dances
on the trace
of my disapeared axes
..................
at 6 oclock of
morning
they knocked at my door
-police
-yes sir
-you are under arrestation
-what a hell you say?
and what
is your accusation???????
-you are accused of having good dearms
you have no right as a kurd
to have beautifull dreams
as
you have no right
to have a good life
next night when you go to sleep
try to dream about guns and nightmares
and
a sharp knife
put on your heap
we are sorry
otherwise you have not the right
to stay on this territory.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.............
ardalan sewkany
25.06.2209
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PART TWO
in the sky of being
torment of
anger
sleet and snow of pain
is seen
.......
as if in the womb
of an ancient book
there is a child
as
if a biblioteque
is pregnant
with a new myth
and a new look
.............
tonight a poet
will get out
from
his body
tonight a breeze will elope
with the wind
befor leaving for ever
she will knock at evry door
she will
sweep evry face
and say good bye
to the girls
kissing the cheeks
of childern
drinking water in a jar
kissing
them drop by drop
say a hello to the sourses
(if tomorrow i am not here
with the dawn
don't search for me
don't
search for the little writer
that evry morning passes by
to brush his haires
with my breath
to wash his cheeks
with
your drops
a poet should die
to let an epic come to life
a breeze should go
with the wind
to let another hover
above
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PART THREE
jean d'arc said
if tomorrow i am not here
my hairs are transformed to
silky tent
for
a homeless
my hands are borrowed by some one
to recored the scene of an end
you see my eyes
are mixed with the
blue color
of the skies
my body will be like a sword
in the hands of wind
to kill the storm
my palms a homland
for butterflies
she says to evry lost child
i came swimming ...to kissing you
i came and weeping ....missing you
i
came over
to fly once more
in the
cloudy sky of normandie
befor leaving for ever
if tomorrow
you come
here
you don't find me
look for me in the little heart
of this little guy
he loves me so much
he is so gritt,so
brave
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(to the faked cardinals
the faked immams
freaky hackams
stop marchandise
in the name of GOD)
..............................
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THE LAST PART
..............................
in the sky of being
a moon eclipses
it gives an ever dark image
to
the nature
as if tonight
a priest will die
to let an other scripture
come to the light
he will ring evry bell
visit
evry cathedral
to lit a candel
say a good by
to evry spirit
that is sticked with the ground
till the
last day
(they have
assasinated texts!!!
lit up fales candels!!!
sang songs,
of devils......
between
the hands of the demons)
.......................
(demons with red coats
satan's teethlike crowns
sheding crocodiles
tears
for mother mary........
dance from faked pains
like circus clowns)
..................
he will pass
by evry corner
and say
i should go.....
let an onther scroll get opened.......
an other secret
to be revealed
tomorrow...............
if
you do not hear the bell!!!!!
don't worry.......
you will hear songs from heaven
and real cries from hell
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even an immigrating bird,
while passing in your sky,
waits a while.
just to give you,
a fallen feather
or
a beatifull smile!!!
even a little flower,
when she is reincarnated!!!
is full of joy!!
when she is talled,
she
will be back
inside yor arms
drinking the milk of your tits
smelled by your beautifull girls
to steal charms
............
even
a cloud
while moving toward unkown
wishes to stay
in your sky
to have a look
at the pride tower of efel
or
have a look
at the gardens of eden of versaille
...........
look at me i will put in
your soft fingers,
a kurdish
ring
give me your cheeks
i will give you a kurdish kiss
and feel how romatic
and how innocent is
.........
oh...france
how
beautifull you are
the land of roso...and rélqé
the country of love and romance
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yellow leafs
fly in sky
broken sails
despesed on the shore
body of dead ships alone
hats of disapreared
sailers
roll within the rythm of wind
i hear a voice from far
mixed with the roar of waves
and the whistle of
cold breeze
a shout
(don't come over
i can not find the campus
we can not go back
we can't bail out
if i
move further
i fall in a vacum
in the universe
hanged inspace
there is no image....no form)
....................
in
the sky
an army of albatroses
flying toward east
as if they predict a storm
or a bombardement of
ultaviolent
rays.....firemade roses
coming from above
out of the torn pocket of ozun
as if they prophesies
coming
of divine bullets
a fire rain
an attack of angry comets
i will find myself then
face in face with an onther
dead sea
in my back an army of arrows
in my right
an other red sea
that will never
be open for a man like me
in
my right i find jeursalem
under the attack of ROME
i could find no wall to cry
or a cumran to hide my self
not
even a wing to fly
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INQUISITIVE
leafs fly
over the transparent
face of wind
insects looks at there cheeks
to see
if one day
a bee
has written a love song for a flower
or a poetry
.......................
ETERNITY
books carry between their arms
corps of dead poems
(their writers are still a live)
...........poems
written to francos.........
history carries on its head
living...glowing poetries
(their writers are dead
..........poems
written for freedom
....................................................
A CLAIRVOYANT BLIND
the window of a lonely man
is clouded by his breath
(he is blind)
but in front of an ocean
he
feels the love of the drops
understands
the hoosh of waves
and the slow mecanism of evaporation
.........................................
A BLIND CLAIRVOYANT
some poeple live on shore
evry day play in the sun
but they never learn
the language of nature
they
never see the real light
or feel the drops of rain
they search some thing
they can not find
(their inner eyes)
so...........who
is blind??????????
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we are the sons of freedom ..
the army of the meds
we will enter the history
with struggles and the words
we are the heros and legends
march toward victory
the new sons of keyxusrew
that can change history
look at the mount of madya
our souls left behinds
the nud chidern of merdin
still live in the minds
we will never forget the homeland
we stay on the tops
like a new divine gospel
we deliver the hops
in the darkness of existence
we lit up our flame
in the jungel of repression
we stand as the same
we are eagls of mountains
we love the sky and hights
we are the lions of battles
struggles and the fights
in the tunnel of dark ages
we are the joy of eyes
in the invasion of demons
like comets in the skies
look at the castels of tyrans
from fear they shake
listen to anthem of freedom
how it makes earthquake
don't think our sons one day
considered to be dead
they stay symbols of freedom
crowns on our head
inside the womb of the mothers
in germyan in gara
evrywhere and evry minuit
..comes to life.....................an other givara
the hyper ARDALAN SEWKANY
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what an epic you are today????
you are submerged with stories.
a crown of poems.
you narrate the hidden
corners,
of the forbidden histories.
.................
what an epic do you wear ????
you cry with the eyes of
jean d'arc,
carrinig the sword of arthur
you speak like shakespear
.........
an epic girl
behind the
covers of a book
hidden under an ancient shelve
speaks the language of letters
decodes the buried codes
of a roman
that
nobody just her and me
could understand
an epic girl
sleeps in the shadow of words
knows the history of
evry phrase
and remembers the dark nights
in which a trembling hand
face to a freezy torch
in front of criminal's
swords
moving through the hidden passages of thoughts
climbing the summits and tops
just to steal
the hidden treasur
of hops
that makes angry the kings
(kings with wooden swords
freaky crowns
govern the kingdom of phantoms
behind
the iron screen of life
beneath the thick walls of chinas
sitting between the hands of witches
to tell them
when
the samurai arrive
if they can kill the night
or creat and ever sun
as darkness is fraghtining
as abscurity
is
the real time
of the lightening
of swords)
....................
what an epic.... you say today???
about
the freaky princes
with mcbeth's robe
and rusty crowns
falling stages
or artificial faked lights
behind the
burnt screens
who look at the spectators
searching the face of robbin wood
and the casket of givara
the
sword of living braveheart
or a girl that already seen
in the narrow treets of dublin
singing a song for freedom
wearing
the coat of herman
drinking wine in a bottle of molotove
carring the flag of kurdistan!!!!!!!!!!
......
what
an epic..... you are today?????
ARDALAN SEWKANY
16.06.2009
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you sleep while playing piano
you dream about colofull notes
and the sogns of paradise
you don't see me out
side
in paradise lost
i am hanged by the strings of my gittars
because i played,
for a class room
in which
there was some children
recording for the glory
of the eagels!!!!!!!!!!!!
a new album)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
............................
you
sleep on your piano
you hiars embrace
its dark shining black face
why i am not there???
your cat looking
at you
waving its tail
i am out side
face to face to a storm
inside a boat
with out a sail
..............
when
you wake up
there is a caffeé beside you
drink it
there is a journal on the table
don't read it
they misinform
you about me
.................
just go out
give your self to the breeze
(there is still something logic with the
breeze of evnings
there is still some morality in the fresh air)!!!!!!!!
just spread you arms in the soft winds
to
wave your hiars in the nature
to let your eyes get more green
give your soul to......... the sacred unseen!!!!!!!!!
.................
sleep
in calm
play a melody for me
in the farewell of afternoon
i will debarque from nohas boat
on the mountain
of bestoon(1)
to grave your name
on the rocks
when you wake up
there is a piece of paper
in front of you
(good
evning honey
there is a cafeé to drink
there is a journal on the table
don't read it
they misinform you
about
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
....................
ardalan sewkany
15.06.2009
(1)-bestoon:a mountain in east kurdistan in which a love story of shirin and ferhad took place...
ferhad
to prove his love for shirin designs on the rocksof the mountain her picture and name
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this land starves
look at her dry blue veines
that serpent in the heart of earth
and her lizary lips that fast
for
eternity
diappointed by the drops of rains
........................
still she hears taps of
feets
of some dancers
one day danced on her surface
and went away for ever
with out leaving any trace
shy plants
......come out from her armes
hungery
paile and sad
with the first blink of their eyes
they fast
as if this
earth is waiting the sweat of an angel
to drop down
or the tears of a dead priest
in the skies
to break this eternal
fast
..................
plants are as fainted as
a lost flower on a beach
fallen from the hands of a girl
while
kissing her lover
left her alone
waiting a wave to water her down
waiting a hand to pick her up
waiting
a wind
to find her
a somewhere
..............................
this land starves
this land searches for
it's
stolen diamonds
citates poems of mandela
throns pharaons
wears the t-shirt of zuma
sings marley
rides
the ship
of capitan cook
to the unknowns
...........
this land submerges with walking bones
toward no where
out
of dated skeletones
that find no gates
to run away from misery
that find no hole
to slip inside
the scandalous
pages of history!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the very ARDALAN SEWKANY
16.06.2009
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moon falls dawn the ocean
comites suicide
far from its lover
that left her aside....
sun evry evning lands
on the hills
sleepnig inside the fresh eyes of night
since their separation
both suffer
in the sky
looking
at each other
the moon is paile from anger
the sun burns
between the hand of her mother
the galacxy....
they were
both one
after bing bang
but since
they are cut
they never stopped
walking in the pavement of sky
they will
continue
to count steps in heaven
full of suffers
till they find a way
to unite again
the very first minuites
of
dooms day
a shaman said
who styles the haires of moon at night
and his hands burn
by grasping clumsy
rays
of sun
when they loose their ways
to find themselvies alone
infront of
a melody
of his sacred woodmade
saxyphon
ardalan sewkany
10.06.2009
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fogs of greif
out of the mouth of
a murdered earth
spreads evry damened where
in universe
frozn mothes
in sky
faded faces......... here and there
........
as if the earth has run away from the sun
as if the sun is
off like a
small ball of fire
by the breath
of a sad angel
looking at man...the faked myth
.................
such
a cold freeze
moves
as if it is a sharp razor
cuts the edge of my eye lieds
fall down on feets
lost
for ever
hidden in a cristal like snow
waiting for the day of pole-shift
to rebirth again
and tell the grasses
about
two eyes ............one day
on this pavement
have lost their way
in a thick universal fog
(we are sure
they
still see
in the realm of conciousness
they still fell
inspite of
enjoing the non existence
in side the eyes
of nothingness
by ardalan sewkany
05.06.2009
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once upon a time i knew a canadian girl....she was very beautifull,respectfull,intelegent..a kind of girl that evry man
easly falls in love with her.and i knew her somewhere in the world,fell in the trap of her beautifull eyes...but the problem
was...she was a very very devotet protestant girl that has devoted her life to deliver the message of christianity to the
world.
ok..one day i toled her
-you know you are such a sweat girl
that nobody could resist to you
she had a look at me and said
-and
what do you mean by that
-oh nothing just i wanted to express my admiration for you
and then i added..at least (for now)
-there will be no later
-why
-listen to me ardalan you are such a very nice guy that evry girl dreams about
but you know very
well that i have no time to think a bout these things
-that means that i am not so bad to fall
in love with
-of course not
oh thanks GOD i hear that for the first
time(i said)
she had an engelic smile and said
you have a irresistable
method in speaking with girls
-that means if we continue you will fall in love with me
-no(and she was not very serious)
-ok i am going to make a deal with you
-what
-if i conquer your heart....
you give me a kiss
-and if not
-then i give you a kiss
-she laughed too much and said
-what a badboy you are i know in both the cases you will be the winner!!!!!!!!!!!!
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like platon
I fell inside
A well of strange emotions
A platonic love in you
The master of rare
devotions
Oh my beautifull nun
You don’t know how
I dream to slip inside
The orchade of you soft arms
you
are the one
nobody else
…………….
I will become a church for you
Brik by brik
and
Cell by cell
Like a sacred ancient
Chapel
My heart will transform into
A lovely bell
…………..
Oh
my beautifull croisade
horsewoman
A will become a jeursalem
To come ....to me
I will surrender with out fight
throw my weapons in the sea
If you wage your holly attack
In a dark night
Oh my devoted litte priestess
I will not have you in this life
I wait for you in the door steps
of
the other side
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THE HIDDEN EVIL
down on my palms!!!!!
I
am like a haucke in a rain!!!!
I swung into an idol,
Under this falling hot ashes....
A grey sky!
A gery wolf!
A
gery dragon is a head!
Land down on my palms....
………………………..
With
the sad rythems of this captured saxyphon,
Behind an iron screen,
Infront of stained spectatores,
Palms are
up…to the sky alone...
Shelter of the miser that falles,
At the stage of the griefs and pain,
Which finds not
a hand to grasp
Or a wind to snap them back to the ups...
They submit to the laws of gravity....
Inspit of the loose
of axes!!!
In spite of the abortion of the laws!!
And the murder of physic???
They still pour down……..
under
the eyes of colorless rainbows...
…………………………
Down on my
palms
The ashes of the vanished cottages...
The dusts of the invaded calms...
The despersed faces of
Flowers...
Down
on my palms
If i stay till your arrival ...
on my feets
If not
Down on my face...
down on my un known
future..
down on my race!!!
stay on my tomb,
as i was ever,
the little tube
of all the murdered ashes...
as
i was ever
the hidden pyramid
of the crashes!!!!
by ardalan sewkany
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in an ocean of imaginations......
at the brinks of my ashtray
a cigarret burns
it said
smok me
i don't
want to burn for nothing
................
in front of a crying candel
it had a look at me and said
man.........do something
write a poem
or go inside
a deep zin
try to clean at .....my sides
my melted skin
.............
then a voice said
(a devine sound)
think a bout me
you think you are put,,,,
on this abandoned planet
to
fool around????????,
.................
1.zin:it is a sort of meditation
ardalan sewkany
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DAY AND NIGHT
An ocean said
You all like ……the sun
But just me……… i say… thanks to her.
(when light arrives
I give her back
A very golden reflection
Come in my eyes
You see cemetry of pirates
Hidden treasures
But you will never discover
The tomb of a murderd light
In my profound dark depth….
What a pleasure ?????????????
………………………..
The Moon said
It is just me
Who makes love with the hidden rays of the day
Evry night
I give you back
My silver light
(the sons of sun)
A golden light changed to a silver one !!!!!!!!
…………………………………………
I said……………….. but me
In the day light
I sing for abscurity
And evry night
I do yoga for the safty of the coming tomorrow
Why…………. i am so ?????
With the actual reality
…………………..
A sparrow heared my seach
She came and landed besid me
And said
Because the day and night
Are the two wings
With which the time can fly
Don’t regert this beautifull contrast……
That is a gift from the sky !!!!!!!!!!!!!
……………………………….
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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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Behind your eyes
I read a language….unknown to me
A language i can not speak
A magic that changes me to a supernatural
In the skies
I will be killed in this far green oises
If one day you
Wage a gainst me
A croisade of emotion
I will be so weak to resiste
As i am not
So ugly ........so serious to insist
……………………………….
Behind your shirt
I look for a flesh nation
In which one day
I wish to (nomade)down there
Like a lost egnorant gipsy
Looking for water evry where
Behind these hills........... then you will find
One day……………… the tomb of a lover
Who wanted to pull up a tent ..............under this chest
As there was still..........
too many beautifull things
To discover
ardalan sewkany
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give me your hands.....let's run away
from the war
swords shine under the sun
death is knocking at the door
....................
give me your hands… let's run away
from the bath ……………….of boold
i see………………….. in the horizon
the beginning of noahas flood
....................
history is like a child
asking the mercy at the doors
let me take you befor you see her pale face
and run away on a devine flying horse
........................
taking the way up to the sky
on a rain bow
leaving behine the anger of the oceans
up into the depth of universe
thinking about writing poetries
on the face of the planets
and nothing eles
.....................
chains fall
faces are lost
heavy steps toward …a place we can not find
no mans land
fires behind
a tsunamy is a head
and above us a rolled sky
.............
chains.......... fall down
mauntain evaporates
earth vomits its volkan...
the last generation of apes
will die a way
like damend ugly dinasures
a mass suicide
dimantling of….bizzar shapes
eyes falling down on the toes
in this fantom town
people walk like crazy zombies
trees on flame
………………………………………………
in this devil condamend city
don't look at the mirrores of tomorrow
tear down your calender
there would be no an onther page
after today
there would be no an other age
……………………………………………
hide it like a forbidden scriptuer
inside the ears of the destroied homes
there is no a candle to lit
no way to finde our direction
to run a way from the shadows of our own fantoms
.....................
this city eats its roads
this city swallows its people
earth eats mauntains
spirits hoove
oceans drink rivers
continents .........move
this city eats its temples
staues fall
as if it is the last days.. of ROME
there is no one left
just me in the shape of fantom
the windows of sky are shut
i am under a destroied dome
my back on the ruins of a wall
face to face to an eaten field
a drunken river
a stolen forest
in the past days
i was giving appointments
to a lover that never came
to speak with her about the coming doomsday
.........
i see from far
the sihlouet
of a farme girle
looking for her lost field of maiis
i shout
(oh girl
it is the war of the lost reasons
don't look after your field.....it is gone
save your skin and run away from this town
otherwise ………………..like nakazaki
you will melt down)
ARDALAN SEWKANY
23.05.2009
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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)..............!!!!!!????
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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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a lizardy face
between a small hill of fallen leafs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
in a windy autmne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
down from
the arms of an old tree!!!
dancing in the church of univers!!!
till arriving to the eternal face of the ground....
........
a
lizardy face,,
hidden inside a city of,,
yellow leafs...
an other lost mask??????
befor the fullfillment of ,
the
speech of a mayan mog,...
lost in an unknown amazon...........
..................
look at the dry ocean
of my eyes!!!!!!!!!!
at the empty sourses of my lips!!!!!!!!!
between them,
the desert of my cheeks!!!
where the
sun never sleeps,
and the night never baptizes!!!!!!!!
...................
i am a little lost,!!!
in a lost planet,!!!
between
an army of galaxies....that........
run away to an unkown destiny!!!!!!!!!!!
why you give me your hand???????????
to
read your tomorrow............. honey!!!!!!!!!
i am lost in my today,
still i search,
for my forgotten yesterday!!!!!!
why
you give me your hands lilli?????????
where should i take you?????
there is no way,,
after this storm
to run away!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i
am hanged between the strings of past,,,
and the iron rings of a day,,,,
in which i will be with out map.,
and fall
between a field of mines,
and a jungel of planted weapons on my bosom!!!!!!!!
on a bleeding horse!!!!
under a bleeding
sky!!!!
toward a bleeding horizon!!!
.......................
dont follow me hony
save the spring of your feature
the
green vally of your eyes!!!!!
the sweet sourses of your lips!!!!
dont follow an autmne like me,,
other wise you will
see,
the murder of your leafs
the crucification of your butterflies,,,..............
changing of the ways of the rivers
of hope
till the dirty mouth of devil!!!!!!
dont follow me .......lover
i have
nothing
not to let you starving from hunger
in the windy
night
i got nothing as a cover!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ardalan sewkany
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i look at me
i am a lone
there is nothing on my table
just out of dated dusts
i look at the wall in front
of my nose
no pictures
i am in the air
i look at the iron door
from the grill i see a man
claimes to be
the
last model of homo sapien
the wall narrows
the door thickens
so there is no reason
not to be in prison
..............................
i
look at the guardian
from the tiny little holes
of my rusty gittar
(strings made out of the hair
of devil
melodies
of hell
the ancient anthem of capitivity
a nigro dance
with the drum of absurd
that never ends
even by
changing the skin)
a guardian
as if he walks on fire
taking pleasure of un outside
(un illusionarry out side
or
an
other inside more wide)
he as well is .........imprisoned
in the universe
if not
with in the map of his country
if
not
within his little thick body
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ardalan sewkany
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on the occasion of the apparition of jesus
he said(i am the messenger of thein GOD to give thee a pure child(18)she said(may
i go to hell)how can i have a child and nobody toutched me and i was not a corrupted one(19)
mariam chapter
the holly qur'an
on the way of the pains i stand
man in black
motionless
a bouquet of flowers in my hand
.............................
i
can feel the suffer of the trees
they weep loud
with the smooth toutch of breeze
......................
i can
see the tears of the earth
evry early morning
to give us the gospel of a birth
.............................
i
did come to tell you
the gange is still here
evry hour
they crucify an ocean
a country
a flower
...................
evry
day
the kill a baby
they rape a lady
.......................
evry minuite
they cut the roots of a river
they
chop up the head of a summit
...........................
they steal the colour of a valley
they pull out the black
eyes of a night
they milk down the nipples of earth
they cut the blond hairs of a light
.............................
they
loot the nest of a bird
they murder the essence of a word
.........................
we can not find
a wall to
cry
a sky to fly(1)
the legs to walk
a tongue to talk(2)
a land to live(3)
a loaf to give
a bred to feed
till
the last shed of our blood
we bleed
....................................
the dust is proud
the rocks speak loud
you
will be back in a cloud
making the shadow
for a little lost orphant
for a dressed in black widow
..........................
you
will be back with the rain
to drop down
over the thirsty lands agian
you will be back in a spring
to bring back
the lost colours
carrying in your hands a bird......with out wing
you will be back but not the same
you will be back
just like a flame
with a sword
with an armour
you will be back to write down an other history
to sing together
all of us
the holly anthem of victory
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note:
1.because of polution
2.because
there is no freedom in some countries
3.because of polution
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keep your drowzy
eyes open
we should continue to walk
till we arrive at horizon
........................
keep your steps within
this snowy way
there is no an other road
that will lead to the next day
..................................
leave
your hands in your pocket
i know you are homeless
at least try to find a home
for a part of your body
....................................
keep
your nacked legs moving
in this naked nature
under this naked sky
till we arrive at a
well covered summit
....................................
i
know
we walk between the arms of
a heavy snow
try to keep dreaming
a bout a sky after a storm
and a colourfull
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RUNNING
AWAY FROM BABYLON
i am a divine golden ring
made for the finger of an angel
-i do get shy to step on earth
how
can i step on something
made by my lord
GOD do give me a small wing
like a shining moving comet
in a dark sky
taking
gabriel to the hidden home of devil
shinning as a flower like supernova
setting in flame the evil
..............................
i
was a mog in a tempel
the satan stole my throne
a bell fell down
like zaradusht from the land of hewraman (1)
i
flew from babylon
..........................
..........................
oh babylon
the mounts of madya on your
head
the land of kisra on your right
on your left the hermagedon
......................
women
eat their lips from anger
childeren bring down the moon
to crunch it from hunger
......................................
waw
babylon
the land of suspended gardens
the land of suspended angels out of fire
they betrayed the mercy of GOD
for
their sexual desire(2)
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oh babylon
you dont know how i am alone
my people do worship
the gold
in the hot desert of sinai
like moses i suffer alone
.......................
the doors of jeusalem are
shut
i ran away from the pest
i am wanted by pharaon
...........................
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this
universe is very small
for my clumsy little soul
GOD open up the gates of the skies
i know i am bad
i just smell
the parfume of paradise
i will become a silver necklace
in the neck of a spirit
i dont want to fall down again
into
the palms of the devil
with a satanic heavy rain
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notes;
1.it
is belived that zaradusht bron in hewraman and when he became a prophet he was expelled by them.hewraman is a zone between
kurdistan of iraq and the one of iran
2.a myth say one day two angeles say unto GOD(thou has created man to pray for thee....
lord ....but as you seeth they do make
bad thingth on earth)
GOD sayth..i will give thee the desires of human-being
and make thee go down the eath to see what you will make...
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over there
there are my hanged clothes
a table upside down
an overthrown
chair
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over there
there is an abandened bed
one day played the shelter
of
a drunken heavy head.
...................................
a tv is still on
diffusing news for fantoms
a radio
singing absurd
(oh diago
how fool you are
under a leafless tree
you still wait for godo
oh diago).1.
...................................
the
sun will rise on nothingness
shedding its light in vain
i will be in bewillderness
between the hands of rain
...............................
watch
out if you inter my room
there are broken hopes
scattered .........covering the ways
you find an ancient calender
full
of the unforgotten days
.............................
i float on a broken cross
taking the way to an unknown island
like
a garden
i cry over a stolen rose
..........................
i swimm over the bosom of see
i kiss every drop
i
slip between the fingers of wind
taking my way to the sky
a black hole swallows me
up in the heaven
my legs still
in the clouds
down on the knees in front of GOD
enjoy your life under your crown
my beautifull queen
don't let
me love you honey
don't push me to come down
lover........................... cathreen.2.
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1.from(waiting
for godo)of samoel beket
2.referring to the lover of hithcliff....the hero of (whethering hights)of emily bronté
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i wonder if one day
i am lost in your chest
am i going to stay for ever???
or
i will be just a gest!!!!!!!!!
...........................
i
wonder if one day
i steal a small kiss
am i going to survive
or
i will die with the flame
of your lips
............................
if
one day i am lost
look for me
in the amazon of your hair
i will be a butterfly
flying down there
..........................
if
one dau i am lost
just know that
i am up on your head
a flower on your hat
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a zorbaic dance
one a shore
i was a broken wave
so many years ago
i arrived here
just to take a rest
the
dagger of macbeth in my back
a broken arrow in my chest
.....................
i was a broken wave
the pirates
shot at me
taking me for divine
thinking that i carry
too much golds in my drops
otherwise when the sun
kisses me
why i shine???,
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a zorbaic dance
on a shore
so many years ago
with
the first arrival
of the horses of meds
i lit up a fireplace
i did dance with the deads
and the mask of zaradust
in my face
...........................
like a mog in a night
i sat down
sang a song
for moon light
........................
a
zorbaic dance
on a shore
it could be the last chance
and then back
to the ocean
to a wet existence
to narrate
the story of this land
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