Life is not so far away
it's a spark
That flows from the eyes
The Cosmorama is our hearts
That we are unable to realize
So we resort to suicide.

If we don't see the raging river of life that flows through
our presence
The Death angel, sweeps us from the universe
"We reap what we sow"

It's the life that flows within you
It's the love that flows within you
It is a red feeling that makes you think of Him
To God
To the eternal spark of existence
To the Friend who only
Seeks man in his heart

Where the rope is the answer to the shout,
A hundred hands to the sky are from this hurt,

A hundred nation, if you libertize, are deceit,
A hundred shrine, if you build, will be gone with the wind

A house, built on the foundation of blood and terror,
will collapse with the formation of flood and error.

The sharp - clad eagles
of my hopes

That through my whole life,
The only food available to them was
my heart desires - little swallows

In the hope of death of even one of my sorrows
- Now each of them has become an Allosaurus-

had turned into vultures,
and it is a pity that in this hope they will soon die.

There are a bunch of wolves
in your eyes and sight
That howl and bite

But in no eye or heart
There is the will or might
to flee or fight.

Do not let the longing for the white radiance
of the lotus,
captivate you in the swamps
Behold, canoe's eyes
are crying,
Needing your steps

M adness of mine
I n the desert of your mourn
S ea of confusion
H eaven and earth could be seen
     - none-
A nd God and love; both hidden
N o way to see you again
E ven for a moment to get rid of
    pain

When you left me alone,
the light of my life had gone
just like an eclipse
when the Moon covers the sun

Love and truth grew by the arrival of thee
Like the moon and stars grow on the Christmas tree
Oh lord!
Thanks for bringing us
Peace and glory!

Be kind
do love
and you will find
in order to be seen
no need to cut the jungle around
and **** the birds above

You are a kite and the earth gives the kite a feeling of helplessness and heaviness and the sky; a feeling of infinite power and light.

How can a kite, which always dreams of blue and white, live in a palace black and tight?
So fly and always be at the top and from that height
you will see that the earth is not as pleasant as you thought.

My heart ,in every moment is like a dune of broken mirror fragments that is transformed by every breeze

I am that rocky shore, the shoulder where the sad waves can cry on
Although call me just a stone, books and poems and myths

I am sad because of the sad blue eyes of every wave
The sadness of the sea is like the wine of tears, and my eyes are like a wine cup

If there is no wave for a moment. I pray and ask God
Will there be a wave again in my arms?

If I slept for a moment, I had a nightmare of salt [of a dried up sea]
Which destroyed all the intoxication and dreams of the waves

In hurry to meet you
I'm a centipede
And then
I put a thousand of centipede flowers in my haver sack
and a pen of your light brown eyes.
I have two holes of ink - my eyes -
filled with my melted pupils ; made by the separation sadness
and a thousand of worries in my heart.
Once again I'm late,
the chalk of your sclera ;
Wrote the translation of
God and Love
and
Sun and Heaven
on the board of stone
The ink in my eye holes had gone by flood of tears.
I hurt my fingertips by the sickle of the morning moon
Now my eyes hole is full of ****** tears - absolutely red
: «o dear!
Would you please translate
God and Love
and
Sun and Heaven
again?!»
And I write this quadruple with the pen of your
Light brown eyes
and the ink of ****** tears
on a thousand of centipede flowers.

O love O impatience of the heart
Oh dreamy vortex
Spend a moment on my lips
O sweet poison of God

O love , O world's intoxication
O soul of a bartender, wine and intoxication
O cause of human creation
O the cause of glorification and degradation

O love, O dream of drunkards
O king of the hearts of the perplexed
Open your arms to me
You are the language of silent's eyes

Fly to me tonight, O love
Tonight that I dreamed of you
One day you will come to me
One day that I slept in the grave

For years, I enjoyed so foolish,
keeping the lawn tidy as per my wish

It took decades before I could twig
this is not the scent of cut grass and stylish trees

It is a twinge of pain rising from the grass and twigs

Dearer than my soul, I have been without you for months,
I mean craze,
I mean selfless,
I mean no heart,in my chest ,
I mean in vain from all sides to vastness,
I am rootless , derelictus, astonished,
the trace of the demise in universe . I mean the separation of us.

Inquisitions have been reactivated,
only their decoration
has been modernized.
Let's not forget Giordano Bruno and what he said at the last minute:
"Perhaps you who pronounce my sentence are in greater fear than I who receive it."

Poetry and translating in a world of horror and panic
Is like simulating the music on drowning Titanic

Arisen flame of love;
the decree of fate
over the darkness of hate.
White doves of peace flying over the kingdom of ease

Nest
World of pleasure

Gone
Chest of treasure

Mood
Bold of pressure

Tear your trivial thoughts and
throw them in the trash
and turn your sympathetic sense into seeds and sow them in the soil of spirits.

Shine!
like a piece of gold
Like a film that is sold

Fine, like a rainy day
Like smiling every day

O', my shadeless one
Cause you are like a sun
Our love will carry on
Carry on
Carry on

Now,
My eyes are crying
Over the mountains
and steppes
greenifying

Then, I close my eyes
when the dandelions
are flying

Cause none of them
are about you
newsyfying

Shine!
like a piece of gold
Like a film that is sold

Fine, like a rainy day
Like smiling every day

Beautiful babe
Our love will carry on
Carry on
Carry on

Sad dawn of Friday, putting my head between my knees, I was in a monolog conversation with you.

Through the thick cigarette smoke , like the exhalation of a steamship that drives on the river of nothingness and takes the living from the shores of the world to the parallel world in which you live -
Your smiling face was staring at me

: Do you remember the duets? I asked.
I would hug the guitar and play as if you were in my arms, and you would play the piano so delicately, as if you were stroking my hair?

And you are not here to see in these sad years that have passed; my guitar sheds tears in longing for a hug, and your piano sighs in longing for a strike.

M y lilac flower,
O trembling blue rose
on the rope of
winter's plunder

H igh on the peak of
glory and honor

S cattered of pharisaic
umpire

E ndore for a while

N o time maybe left
until spring's trigger

Have you ever thought about the reason for snowfall which covers the darkness in your heart of a year by a white glittering paper and saves you from the everlasting nightmare

Try to appreciate this fair;
to get out of the snow like a lily and resume life like a red rose with renewed vigour.

To hide sorrow like an anemone in your heart forever and to bear like a tulip, the martyrdom's suffer

So think about the reason for snowing there,
My friend
Happy New Year!

Again the gods of hellfire
have come out of their sepulcher,
with a long finger for revenge order
And,
With lots of
Blind, Deaf and Dumb; heavenly fighters

It's a deity ordinance
A revelatory command that had been given Just to us; so far
We are the true soldiers of freedom

Hail violence!
Hail pogrom!
Hail god of war!

The worst is yet to come...

The god of radiance; the sun
all day long with its rays-Yellow bees-
hug the sea tightly, and the sea burns with the fever of this love

and at night, the Goddess of kindness, the moon sprinkles its silver rays- white butterflies -
on the body of the sea as a consolation for a sad heart, so that it cools down and can tolerate the absence of the sun.

Illusion, if it ever has a color; is like you,
A remained white lotus, on the bank of a burnt and black lagoon

To draw scenes full of color and life
on a brown and orange canvas,
you must first cover the entire canvas with white paint, just like nature,
and then sing the song "Hello Spring".

Like the trees
That sleep whole fall and winter,
from the grief of their lost leaves
To find them in dreams
And when they wake up in spring
They find the leaves' resurgence ;
In your grief, I also have been sleeping on your empty nest for two seasons
Oh ! My white nightingale,
Will you sing to me in the spring?

What a pain
Stand up for the support of someone in front of the whole world and then
Your whole being
Be crucified on this cross
What a pain
Be grounded at all times
And become dust at the command of the heavens
What a pain it is to inherit all this pain from the beginning of history without any sympathy
And this is the trust that the heavens and the earth could not carry and inevitably "the lot fell to the craze of my name"

Your heart is like an ice cream
And it can't bear hot love and peace
So it makes me scream

When I ask you for a kiss
You answer me like this
"No",
despondents me your lips

Your mind is too nervous
And it makes me feel helpless
So I can't be at your service

Your heart is like an ice cream
And it can't bear hot love and peace
So it makes me scream

You have license
to irradiate
place of darkness
that we recognize
- to say nonsense
while lying on the grass
- to speak only when
you are with us
- otherwise
-we will ban your mouth
- and that is
the meaning of
freedom of utterance

Living in the forest and in a wooden hut,
Impossible to ignite neighbors and remain unhurt

one day the fire will reach you
to teach so
The kindled fire does not know friend from foe

Right at the point of breakup
heal your soul with green peace and balms of light

The wandering around you should interrupt
Because the smell of your bleeding heart
will attract manlike wolves toward

There is just one choice and suppose:
That's
To believe in God and bliss
But be conscious!
Just one God;
our deep inner God
Not,God of -or in the- skies
Not;
my,
my country,
My religion
Or
yours!

Using a Neutron bomb
by a superpower
As a great clever painter
That paints an artistic
lifeless picture
Can do the same thing
as background unwanted
things remover
And massacre
The mankind
forever

Thousands upon thousands years ago
The planet "x"
Was brought to its ultimate corruption;
Spiritually and invironmentaly
by humanity
Then they were forced to leave it
God has given them "Earth and Another
opportunity "
And now
Man is repeating his bad deeds again
Will he get another opportunity?

As the first feat
You should try
with your main and might
To light a fire under the people's thought
and make them bright
Nobody will fight for a forgotten light

We are marsh lilies
Arised through the darkness
Freedom's gold keys
Searching for the kindness

We are lightning of wrath
The typhoon of old East
A high mass of rock, fist
Against tyrant's path

We are standing here,
Nobody stands with us
We should rely on ourselves
On this battle, thus

The whole world, maybe is blind
To our fatal pain
And this happened lots of times
Again and again

With one human in sorrow
There is no tomorrow
And with one man in the jail,
no one could scale

No peace will flow through the Earth
no one will be free
And nobody could be saved
In this boiling bree

Maybe from the cloudy sky of our eyes
The sun has travelled forever

I call him: O sun, O
shining  dream of the world
The world became dark, day became continuous nights

In this intense cold  which is so desperate and deadly, you are the only hope, O silent and tired lantern

He said, my heart wants to fly to the land of light
But the lasso of darkness ties my wings

If you are searching for a solution, listen to me to reveal the secret
A hundred sayings are equal to one deed

One lighted candle is better than hundreds of murmurs
Go light the candle of your soul, O silent  heartbroken one

If your hearts forget to get used to darkness
The army of light will rise little by little

Maybe we'll see
The re-emergence
of our frolics someday
under the shadow of a Stone in wilderness

And all the future's passengers,
above it
will have a deep yearning for that happiness...

O, red anemone!
Love message of May  celebration and happiness
Deprivation of heart, in September
look!
See how I am buried under the avalanche of your flooding memories
That
My last wish is the February of grave darkness
and
my only hope is March of your meeting lightness

Sunk in gathering gloom
at dawn of a holiday
All along the sad way
in hurry to reach the cay
and meet her under the first sun ray
Stone vestige may

Look
Like
Love

Laid

Death
Dust
Darkness


Thus

Solitude
Sadness
Silence

How despicable and rabble;
those who cannot endure love
even in the void
and to this glass of miracle,
they throw rubble

Don't care if even a fly
does sometimes a nasty fly
Be like eagle on a fly
just do fly, never mind the fly

We are water lilies
It is thousands of years
that
We are either hand-picked
or buried in the mud
And alas, never
We have risen;
Give leaf to leaf
At least,
Even a seed
may live in a clear life