a dear friend of mine says,
'excessive humility leads to arrogance.'

Is happiness equal to ******* sunshine?

I had lovers from the seven seas, yet everyone sank my ship.
Don’t get offended if I am suspicious of your grip.
I am not used to getting cherished in a heap.
Cause the fleeting attention will always perish.
Leaving a void, which I will try to mend with a clip.  
Too good to be true; it always turns out to be a blue.

Everyone lies a little and dies a little.

I want to fall in love.
So hard and impactful.
That I want to forget myself.
Rebel against death while I lose myself in him.
love.

Let's talk.
Like two souls encountered in heaven’s teapot.

Life makes you dream.
Life smashes them.
The constant cycle of the mortal.
That's life.

Yet

The sooner you see the thorn in heaven,
the sooner you see the bud of the rose in hell,
and you will be free.

Now, that's life.

birth was given and therefore you are here.
death is the only certainty that can happen.
the rest is a breeze.
a little bit of spring.
breathing a little bit.

"if you are with the power,” said the imperial  
hanging at the edge of the material alter
you can scream “freedom”
you can even show
dyi molotov cocktails
for every kind of pleasure
at the preferred youtube channel.

"if you are with the club and multinational companies
let's forget the rest,” says the comedian while he was unsure if he was the bait.

screams some
"you must always choose aside
and find some relief in ideology
because we all need some redemption from our ancestors' crime ”

-
but it's only like the tug battle
rope will be on the floor with the lacerate
which proves that nobody cared about the rope after all.
and somebody will fall down soon.
-

"if you don't want any power in your affair," said imperial
well, too bad, son
that means your label is a terrorist
your skin color speaks
your freedom scream slips
from the deaf ears

the eyes look
but they never see

healing is a heart itching.

I talked with Don Quixote today.
It was a fruitful discussion.
So fruitful that it made my mind go haywire.
*
At last
I began to think
That the limit of insanity is not in the mind
But in the will.

my mood is always the same
love all the way
burn to light
die like the candle with a purpose fulfilled.

What are you up to?
- I am watching movie on mubi with the cat on my belly.
- That means you are in the mood for love.
- My  eternal mood is love.

I don't want to die as a secret to myself
That's the sole reason I wake up every morning
To experience here as being awake in a dream.

"life is tick boxes and notes.
i am guilty of loving stationery."

i want to perform. in front of hundreds.
yes. but its not like **** as people watch on www.pleasewatch.com
something more ritualistic
MORE primal like a divine act.
feminine and masculine integrating with an honest envelope.
sign sealed delivered by the ultimate act of universe.
it is soulful with lust but pure as a dust.
lust for the very first time.
you are tasting it for the first time and you realize that you have a magnificent power that never stops to rhyme.
that you can keep on and on.
then all of sudden it will be like nobody is there.
the audience dissapeared.
and there you go. we are adam and eve. there for the first time.
there goes the prakriti and purusha
like rebellion to the addicted and hedonist world of amnesia.

anybody.
who has a story.
do you wanna tell.
i am forming. searching for the new.
please reach me.
i want to interview.

there are no affirmations,
only actions.
yet, they are all begging from the universe.
that, doesn't owe them anything.
the motion. only motion and no affirmation.

life.
a hard laugh.

sincere and simultaneously.
embodying all emotions. gathering all devotions.
making loneliness meet possibilities on crossroads.
crumbling the possibilities into the facts. that's where reality resides.
yet, some of the emotions are still wanted to be exposed.
that's why humans are there for.
and even when you think you shouldn't reveal,
the nafs tickles.
love interrupts.
one who can make love live,
can make you live.
don't look. most of them are not living. they pretend to be alive for you with terms and conditions.
after all, under normal circumstances,
he who has the funeral business running
should have the greatest professional deformation.

what about the forbidden lovers at quarantine time.
the affairs were never fair.
and only one side named the mess as forbidden love,
only to justify.
oh, little liar.
the married one is with his wife, and the girl is all alone in the night.
he still whispers melancholic love words to her eyes thorough a glass that won't satisfy the lust in her heart.

then a good night message appears like a flash.


“be careful. you can’t go out. don't even try.
i need to sit here with my wife and have my glass of wine.
but ti amo and happy lonely quarantine time.”

wake up, little girl.

did the candle ever get angry at the fire?
lighting again and again in each chapter.

everybody talks about heaven
as if that's the place to make lovin'.
excluding hell,
to run away from the sanction.
but let me put it this way, my friend.
rose belongs to heaven.
coquetry.
thorns are her eternal companion.

a lie.
stealing from the other wing of a dove.
freedom and lie dont belong to each other.
a lie is to control the other.

there is only late or early.
no such thing as on time.

he wants to be accepted.
even though he is the child of punk.

olympus mountain


a short lived fault with vast magnitude.
surrounded by dead beats.
yet trying to create own.
system is not there to beat.
but a glitch’s faith
is to be corrected.
unless it flows with the big.
at the end,
there is the seat.

one day she thought she wanted to die.
that she wanted to be killed one day.
that she wanted to **** one day.
one day she just died out of joy.
gathered the ones and made them whole.
she has turned her thoughts in her hand,
her thoughts became a piece of paper. a ball.
it was just three times ago, right here,
days full of existential crisis.
at least she repeated the circle of rebirth four times.
in at least one,
she intended to imitate her life.
she was unable to do so. it was against the name.
run away. or stay. is it a chase.
past. now. and the future.
she escaped from her feelings and the reality,
more than five times. who escapes became much more closer to the ground.
soil. dirt. human-made out of dirt and dirt escaped more.
Who escapes more from the death,
gets scared from it more.
who said it's good to be chased.
it’s a mere fact that you are only chased if you try to escape.