on the faces of some mask
some in heart

which is compelling
you think

rope don't need
when playing real puppets

everyone witness

you never expect at the moment
income destructive blows

so always purchases gard

a respite was not given
without sail for go
returns was not expected
traps have fall

if you call me
                                           look at away

24/7 I am looking for
midnight at 3 o'clock
you are coming 365 days
only 1 day not in my dream
when I come to myself,come

too many stories
poems too
ours is stuck in a place

we can not see clear

hazy our love

people was in a wheel
when they realized pains
at each turn

they recognized time's gear

I DİDN'T  SEE a more sharp knife
until LAST LOOK
It has opened DEEP WOUNDS
leaves unforgettable impressions
LAST looks

cloud's migration
will rain
knows sky

no don't ask me about my dreams
don't open Pandora's box
you are in it too but
from others don't hold me responsible

no other choice when they say
every option is on the table for you

the actual predicament on the road are not in the brain

blame the captains
easiest
but the truth is hard to find

somebody match won with number
somebody with knockout
result unchanged for the loser

someone won at love
someone at gambing
other player lost both

cruel face of life always such

spring lived the other side of the shore
and every spring was short
like rule was on this earth
didn't invariant

even the ones on other side

each leaves a trail of destruction
there are cities are deleted in history
desolate,misty,gloomy at view now

a nightmare of death for everything
especially when it comes from heavy weapons

love was believed very cheap
it was sometimes a wasted life

unrequited as money

on some accounts should not be done
have no meaning

sometimes we'd like to do a favor for somebody
the greatest evil is this happening
why changing colors
the seasons are like that

the spell is broken with other spells

the vicious questions about you
I don't to think about
the heavy wounds in my deep
which answers closes my wounds

the day ends anyway

I lived after you
in the mirror
a life in black and white

give me back my colorful world
at least until colour blind

there is a poem for everyone
it enters into their heart

live a mirage
the beauty we saw sometimes

and people their loved ones was embalmed
some bodies burned by people
some bodies buried with their possessions

human logic didn't work after the death on dark roads

the loneliness of a shipwreck
cold deep waves inside
doesn't anyone in the news
everything remained on the surface

mirrors always right
our face to against

at least two-faced they were not
you think

always my dreams was behind a fence
my hopes are not broken in spite of everything

I know that the truth isn't easy

you were dehydrated only a swamp
there are still mosquitoes

always early for rejoice

until every idol is broken up
until every spell is dissolved
they are dominant

after unknown

assuarance remote control
calmness notice
in the sky

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             h                                                 e
               t                                            m              
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you think, crazies circulates on the edge of the cliff
but
braves tiles the stones to pathway

trees how to shuts up
when the leaves are falling
do you know a painless formula

or is pain a lie

colors vary
with time you'll be  witness
but
people doesn't change
soon you'll understand

everyone doesn't know half even of the story
but
no one doesn't pass without comment

what is going on the earth
the earth is a stage
sometimes you are a figurant
sometimes you are in a lead
in your own movie

towards the end you don't know

I know surgeries without anesthesia
and indescribable pains in disappointments

I seen every in blind alley abandoned hopes
and in each picture,the tones of pain

the fishermen threw their nets again
and they sang the songs to the sea

most of the time we have to waits
and future in front of us suddenly out of

day went
night in order
life cycle

they weighted the scales
we counted no casualties

who coughed missing
we've received word from the inside

wingless birds sent
for lush deserts
we don't know when

absurd world is there

love was a child's toy
when we broke ,we felt that the great pain

love is not a useful thing
but
everbody wants

love is not a drug at
but
everyone is looking for the prescription

a shell cracked more
no one heard

the whell is turning
do you know
for all of us

why the sun goes
only for night
it is designed that way
for all  of us

a comma-while big changes are happening
in your world you without feeling
silently,disappear into the shadows
changing the scene,you wouldn't understand

and days ends
trains stops now
nobody doesn't waits at the station

time don't leave the trail never

eagles fly high
but
eagles's eye on the earth always

around in a fire
while warming up,our hands
between sparks
our dreams was to fly very

we don't understand how was passed
it is fastest our days

even though terrible voice a crow  the only your visitor
never underestimate
join the conversation
as much as possible

always annoying
silence of the wolves
uncertain the proximity of the danger
it always made people nervous

a handful of the sky
it is sufficient for happiness  sometimes
unfortunately,most people won't notice

we didn't realise
every escape was one returned
every return was one escape
what changed at the time wheel

our strenght is not enough to real change

nobody doesn't want to get involved in a messy poem
               but both of us we'll be there for sure
when everyone know of our separation

the wind is tired
eyes said that why now
I was walked at the desolate streets
how many people knows
real was covered always
us remained dreams
our hunger not end

need to be in different places
for other lifes understand
narrow and dark