I hear their echo…

they’re running through my world

in the inner Jerusalem

the faces scatter

like the broken vessels

I wear a cage in myself

in the clothes

of memory

silence overwhelms

in the trains

of thoughts

doors without exit

everywhere

the trains are hiding

in my dreams

I swim into
The sounds and shadows
Of the past
Shaping sadness
Time stops the existence
My soul sails
To the border of life
I pass
In silence

My life is baggage

I’m leaving my home

In suitcases of memories



I’m a stranger in the world

Wandering in the chaos of hate



I’ll go again somewhere

Trying to forget the past

On the road to freedom

I’m finding my identity

Among people and things

Rushing nowhere



This journey never ends



I’m looking for the meaning

In a new life

Carrying the baggage

rustling white aprons
entangled me

it’s dark here
I can't fall asleep without you
why can't you come back

Miles Davis
cuddle with jazz
loneliness
and scattered past

moth whirling in the jar

Sylvia Plath
with her head in the oven

dissapear

Don’t run away from me
I just want to talk
touch You tenderly
purring like a cat
on a tin roof
I will enslave You
to think as I do
about me and in me
though it is dangerous
open me to the world
because mine is closed
baby kitty
don’t try to fight
and so you are mine
shall we purr together
dancing on the roof?

Fairy Cat furry philospher
has plenty of wisdom to offer
he looks at the sky
and wonders why
the world is so improper

Dad
tell me a story
enchant words
subject to You
as the Egyptian slaves
we rule the kingdoms
we start the new dynasty
in the House of Dolls
plans scatter
we fall asleep
in the ibises of dreams