your eyes
hidden agenda
my heart
shovel prisoner
coast far
your words
algae threat
waves ready
storm will be out
in your inland sea

in lost cities
I left
my clothes

you are wrong
you  don't know my inner world
without downloading the mask
real faces don't appear
world fake relations garbage dump

it is beyond real,so what we experience

being a latch
to your undergarments
great dream

sun not
warming my heart
from your fire

can you a duster
you deleted me
I understood from your eyes
I am not your dream

can you a cold shower
suddenly I came to myself
it was hidden to your word
I was a die for you

can you a hyperreal
I can not touch to you
I always looked for a road
I got lost in the fog
You could not be reached for me

you are an unique flower
but I was color blind
my illusion was great

the world was spinning
I didn't realize
you were the one who turned me

a child was crying
I've never heard of
I was looking for your voice

it was rainning
there was someone wetted
I didn't know was I

I was live
unaware

the clouds goes silent
sads are very weird,very pointless
dark ends when the sun comes out
the sky makes me feel dizzy

drought burned everywhere
it is rainning to thirsty ground
each scar stops for a moment
deepest wound closing even

friendship that night moonlight
alone doors are open to him
the stars are winking and says hi
lover not nervous,offset
the sky makes me feel dizzy

now I must leave myself
to my deep emptines
I will run away to be misunderstood
the one place here

maybe I should release drunkenness
to forget for a moment

where impasse my ends
I have to ask
to my friend who knows short roads
ıt does not even look like his eyes of hope

how do I get out of trap
ıt  must be an end to my fear
somehow every dream ends is not it

nightmares are short time
you don't forget

fire
far  away
like road
water
dest away
like war

fire and water
like brother

only wrong
not your road
traffic sings are mixed

only fear
not dark
uncertainty of visible
in every field of life

only emotion
not love
anger is strong
difficult to compare
two opposite poles

only regret
not casualties
what we have is useless
you want it,once upon a time
now lay aside

and human knows
where is pain
walking with stealthy steps

days birings stacks
can not carry the load
the final curtain unbearable
how much power

when you gonna draw a picture of
half remains
even paint not end

I saw you in the club been profiteering persons
you hit the hearts of the displaced
what was it your wound

I found you in the alones dock
unaware of my loneliness
what was it you are looking for

I asked you to lock the door
they were silent
what was it you hide

witness sky
street deserted
as much as my heart

last door
sometimes being
our eyes

don't need a lock for the heart
there are eyes

your life don't have enough
there are uninhabitable

it doesn't end with words
there are won't be told

if this a war
weapons you choose
heart is wounding
if the purpose is painfull
sometimes it's better to go beyond death
only lovers can do those

a castle
I want enter
let the words a bridge
throwing love *****
lead to the conquest

not comedy but love story

a fly buzz in my jar
well deep of dark
look at pale photographs
souls were past deserts

we will not sleep tired

gong was stolen
you have to get in the ring
did you scream scares the audience
or your terrible opponent

until the next gong
you will not forget what you live
the effors to eradicate the traces of the coup in your corner
you are going to try and make it yourself
life in the eyes of a movieline
you will get a taste of the pain

life is boxing,you will understand

nails in your eyes
look at whom the sinking
poison bottle in your hand
human whom drinking
we  live in a dream
don't will be,being

now ends road

I am looking
Your eyes looking for a wing
Where are your dreams

I see
those who don't come back is sad for you
Where are your hope

I hear
in a deep pain in your voice
Where are your hilarity

I am watching
a silent movie
where are your life

you should know in time
nobody will end up
the rule of the game
it will be expensive to recognize late

you have to stand in exact place
this on winning the game necessary
never have not a margin of error
if you have to be ready for sad ends

don't forget
everything dose not disapear with delete
pain in the deep wounds
force the whole body
you get rid of the nightmare to wake up

there is a reason all results
no you don't understand some of the

great damage
my dreams broken
I 'd  like a mummy
each side convolutional
did damaged

waiting at the junction
all my fears
which road I go,I don't know
I was not aware of the danger
the end of life is death
as end the of road

all dead ends are the same
why do you enter
some promise is like poison
but need to listen

all nightmares are the same
why do you see
eventually the eye lids are heavy
and need to sleep

all the pains are the same
why do you taste
our world of emotions
it always decide on our last

I agree to waves
all to effort to get to shore
I fall in to winds
My dream of flying like a feather

I ask those who are surprised
what you have in your monotonous life

broken
a voice
can you understand
from an panit's brush
pain is dripping
a street cat wandering around
are you aware
time is passing always
colours are fading

my eyes watch

arrangement here is such
how to work when the wind,you can not know
only  not skidproof your hair
shatteres your dreams
you don't stop

my heart watch

open wounds here
both very deep
unutterable pain
of torture

my life watch

time flows here
as the river quickly
you are probably in the last moents
you know the truth

a portrait
will stay at back
the trail of life
pale
time of blow
frayed
human influence

silent
going stage

You never know
why cause darkness untold
reals are secret in silence unspoken

You never see
why cause darkness the curtains
cover is barrier to light

You never hear
why cause darkness silences
unknown forces us

You never touch
why cause darkness dreams
hidden in abstract perceptions real worlds

there is a line on the surface but
very deep injured
the most of them perceive bite

the punishment that were given before
the docks are entitled to  wait
as ships  approach
the most of them realize late

innocent stories
hoodwing
the truths  don't reveal
the most of them  suppose that they are nice

out of option
bad game
list of never
wrong tactic
remorse of lies
same story
shadow of horror
sword of Damocles
about unknown
most estimates

plan B
maybe works

disheveled man
he was standing in front of me
I said back of
he didn't move
he wasn't listening me
I went from the front of the mirror

He followed me,my shadow

look at the worst places
what societies built on
empty dreams and solid facts
where the floundering

a black hole attracts us all

how very true
you know
write things on the water
maybe our fate can not be permanent

how very true
you are idintified
put out every fire
whereas sometimes  burning is desirable

how very true
you choose
stay airless
without knowing what life is

how very true
you ask
without soil
be live

yesterday went
and you never know
what you lost
you are not aware

how many flowers died

trace remains
from the cold times
a hot story
You know Annabelle

looking for the sun
those who do not know light
very unlikely
things going well for us

reality that does not disappear when you cover it up

WHEEL

once you start rolling wheel
seeing the oppressed
hear screams
the last certain
such order

(double-poetry )

break your chains
what obstacle
crazy torrent like
once you try life
even if the appeal comes from within
you should visit at the cliff coast
this is understand the importance of the line

which door
no bell
becomes clear

pit                                 big
      is                      look
         waiting now

every                                       know
          step                   quietly
                  was brung

you                         depth
       can             the
              not see

surface is different

bat stance
reverse view to life
bat flight
mixed route
bat dinner
****** meat
the cry of the bat
find the hunt

bat cave
own slot

****
fire gowing up
for the audience only

****
while grew dark
to people who burn the candle

****
fear of growing up
to people without courage

big ****
growing up unloved
for who don't open the door of own heart

don't know the end
the one who shoots the darkness

it doesn't not always get better
close one's eyes

to live sailing according to the wind
is it different for you

before
the sun must rise
then the hopes

living is a fiction
flowers don't wilt without openning

You don't need to play Oscar
We are a life player

smile is maeningless to hangman
our empty effort to don't changes the outcome

always  you can't be the best
it's time for the worst
the important thing is not losing the balance of life
we are aerialist,my love

pale sun
painter's fault
paint finished