Landslides and a molester

Landslides have blocked the road:

A firm barrier which can’t be crossed.

And on my way I have been stopped,

I’ve realized I can’t move ahead.

And as this heap hiding flesh and blood

Becomes blanched in the solitude of moonlight,

It speaks of eternal separation from you:

An eternal barrier which can’t be crossed.

And this heap of boulders and pebbles

Have projected me inside unwanted memories,

As I look at the flesh and blood,

I remind myself of landslides within me.

You couldn’t desire the lips of your molester

And I gradually became savage with weakening orgasm,

Your eyes were too perfect a mirror

And I gradually saw myself on it.

Now I wait for the road to be cleared,

Cleared of blood and boulders, flesh and pebbles,

And I hear your voice crying, from a distance,

An ultimate distance, it can’t be crossed.

Clichéd

each drop of rain outside

tells a story

and the thunderous drink ignites you

you search for the balcony

or the guitar

and try to remember a lost phone number

when you do succeed

you give it up

knowing well that you are not needed

the clouds reveal the moon

you fall in love

with nude pixels once again.

THE NIGHT MAY FALL NOW

"The night is long that never finds the day."
Stretch, may the dark night,
To such an extent,
Which can cover the human thought,
Welcome, not fearful will it be,
Because thoughts are bleeding knives
Or shall we say bloody nuclear bombs?


Dark clouds are enough
These days. Let them cover the sky.
The sun, even in the frosts
Is too scorching now.Our fingers
Do not hold our friends any more.No trust.
Where are we?In Hell?The devilish shrieking
For day light.With smiles we tear
Away fleshes. What else to eat?
Give me tears God! It was nice to be living.


'Let's go to sleep ,dears'
This had to happen. Come ,fall night.
No more nightly yells. No more blood .
Why: Just forget.Peace.
Once I was used to praying, mother.
You said: There is a God . A power.
But the Bell has rung.
That night may fall now.

Let Us Begin.....

Being a Snake

A snake bites, crawls, hides

In dark, like me,

Yet remains it for ever

Poisonous, venomous, a snake.

Here I am, in the

Midst of nothingness,

Flows beside a wasteful river

On an orb, on a globe, in nothingness.

I have been making

A God, an earth, a universe,

An idol with my muddy hands:

So long, so weird, so strange.

So easy-is it this easy

To know what’s pain?

Haven’t I loved you all:

My hurts, my flaws, my castrations?

I see you, drenched in tears,

I regret being a snake,

With an untrue, unwise hope

Of changing, of loving, of living.

ON THE BRAVE HEARTS

(Dedicated to my father)

An Agony

That you all went away.

Far away, the moon cries all night long,

Silently, all night long:

Desiring to hail you all again by moonlight,

Hail you all,

O glorious brave hearts!

Rest now,

In your abode made by God,

In your abode of stars

Hidden by magnificent clouds,

Though the earthly grounds

Will be ever waiting,

To hear the sounds of your footsteps.

Your swords still shine,

For you fought well the battle,

The battle of life.

And somewhere in your abode made by God,

Somewhere in the glittering stars;

Is my father-

Another brave heart.

Now you all be our guiding angels,

Show us the way,

Lead us to fight,

By your spirit

Give us light;

To endure, to learn

Teach us;

O glorious brave hearts!