Sun slowly peeps
sunbeams, yet to waken
sleepy eyes, minds

sky is gray this morning
several hours past a tremor

no wind to stir action
bamboos, fruit trees
are stilled

currently
awaiting movements
worse than 5.4
it's crazier,
awaiting aftershocks...



Sally

Copyright May 26, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Yellow moon touching my soul
Starving for sunshine all darkness
Dreaming to dance under the moonlight
In your eyes watching the emptiness and coldness
As i promised here comes the sun Let go to the garden this special rose for you
inhaling the sweet aroma
You are safe under my wings only sweetness
Painless my angel no darkness only lightness my loving soul
Yellow moon touching my soul
Kiss me endlessly hold me like a baby don't let me fall cause iam scared
Hold me tight hold me hold me please
Feeling so cold watching the night falling my love
Just want you to hold me trough the night
Really good for a crying soul under the sky
Let love take control let it flow be happy my love
Always remember love is wonderful
Yellow moon touching my soul
Seriously let travel to the moon
Seriously my love yellow touching my soul
I want you to know about the brand-new smile gosh
About the brand-new dance ggggosh
My loving heart rejoicing
O sweet yellow moon

by Jean C Bertrand

Walk i in pallid weird dream
The sun was at its eclipse
Snow of ice flow in me as dead
I was confused at dream ream

Pinnacle of peak I stood in minaret apse
Everything emptying and collapsing in void pace
Many running away from self responsibility
Justice was stabbed lying dead facing impurity

Everyone seems to despise justice
On the pathway all look at injustice
Frowning at me, i was left to make a decision
The Samaritan clothe stains me with truth reason

Coming closer her countenance was a monster
Smirked of an epilepsy gushing out
I become **** dance in a wild romance Resuscitating her with my divine breathe

Giving up my breathe to bullet of injustice
For her sake as i get her clothe
I watch her resurrect and I die with smile
Horseman of life ride by rewarding me with abundant breathe that's unceaseable

by Martin Ijir

Watercolors
Gouache
Colored pencils
I miss my notebook
The one I made
Holding my earrings
He has cried with me, maybe
Looking at the sky
Can't see my feet
Passing through the trees
Remembering no one's eyes
The cars are big
Can't catch my voice
Someone asking me :
''Are you beautiful ?''
And I say :
I'm depressed
I had beautiful skirts
Colored pencils be beautiful
I like to draw myself
The ovaries of the boats are empty
I gather the sands at the beach
The sky will remain blue with the sea
I don't know why I still don't like to makeup
I think...
**** pictures increase the depression
And it's only I who must have seen
the copulation of two crows
at the university
I can hear Farinoosh and I laughing
I will not forget Shekoufe
And Pouria that curly hair boy
I used to play with when I was four
Gave me a swallow...
And I like to draw myself
In the arms of my mom 'a scarves
My scarf was green with red dapples
I used to ride big dogs at fun fair
Eating candies
Hadn't my sister at that time
I was three...
As I got to six my sister came
with the Lion King
I remember that morning with my granny,
hanging from the terraces
I thought, the snow was snowing in the summer
Just like the cartoons...
I 'be always had strange feeling for the sun
I can't describe its warmth on my skin...!
I have dark circles around my eyes
I've lost my moon-star earrings
I can't swim in the sea
I should wear scarf
And I think I will feel death sooner
Where I can't take my mom and my sister
As I know very well that my
husband's black shoes would be
much bigger than me
For the sky to rain there must be a cloud...

آبرنگ
گواش
مدادرنگی
دلم برای دفترم تنگ شده است
من آن را درست کرده بودم
گوشواره هایم را داشت
شاید او هم با من گریه کرده باشد
به آسمان نگاه می کنم
پاهایم را نمی بینم
از روی درخت ها رد می شوم
چشم های هیچکس را به خاطر نمی آورم
ماشین ها بزرگ اند
به صدای من نمی رسند
کسی از من می پرسد
تو زیبایی!؟
و من می گویم
من افسرده ام
دامن های زیبا داشتم
مداد رنگی ها زیبا باشند
و من دوست دارم
خودم را بکشم
تخمدان قایق ها
خالیست
شن ها را در ساحل می چینم
آسمان با دریا آبی خواهد بود
نمی دانم چرا هنوز میل به
آرایش کردن ندارم
...فکر می کنم
تصویرهای سکس افسردگی را بیش تر می کند
که فقط من باید
جفت گیری دو کلاغ را
در دانشگاه دیده باشم
صدای خنده های فرینوش با من می آیند
شکوفه را از خاطر نمی برم
پوریا
پسری مو فرفری
در چهارسالگی با هم بازی می کنیم
...به من پرستو داد
و من دوست دارم خودم را بکشم
در آغوش روسری های مادرم باشم
روسری من سبز بود
با خال های قرمز
در شهربازی
سگ های بزرگ سوارم
اسمارتیز می خورم
هنوز خواهرم را نداشتم
...سه سالم بود
وقتی شش سالم شد
خواهرم با شیرشاه آمد
صبحی را با مادربزرگم یادم هست
در بالکن آویزان بودم
من فکر کردم
برف در تابستان باریده است
شبیه کارتون ها بود
همیشه احساسم به خورشید غریب است
نمی توانم توصیف کنم
!!...گرمایش در پوست تنم
زیر چشم هایم سیاه است
گوشواره های ماه و ستاره ام را گم کرده ام
نمی توانم در دریا شنا کنم
باید روسری داشته باشم
و من فکر می کنم
مرگ را زود تر احساس خواهم کرد
جایی که دیگر نمی توانم
مادرم و خواهرم را با خود ببرم
همانطور که خوب می دانم
کفش های سیاه همسرم
از من بزرگ تر خواهند بود
...باید آسمان باشد تا ابر ببارد