you did banditry
very easy for you
who did hurt to anyone

a nesting doll is
very easy encounter
with questions on top of questions

need to persuasion
very easy not
broken heart

always notice
very easy not see
If the hazy road

most escape
very easy to think
for those not in prison

life is very short and poem
you know and

there is a nail  on the wall
everyone pays the price
the necessity of being a wall

time has passed
nail rusted
fell of the wall
everyone tasted defeat

the only victor was time

the bells were ring
which road was misty
could you seen
sunset was far away
the screams was ready

the view was cold

They say they are diminished
I knew
The hourglass appeared to have san particles

finished the spider web
the air smelled thraetening

A dry leaf was drifting in the wind

dashed lines
you pass when it is appropriate
focus point is eyes
anywhere near
route changes suddenly

a bird's eye view
offsets
in case of deviation
bottomless cliffs

maze
along the road
watch from the edge of the window
varies views

look,a voice from saying
how wide is the universe
countless stars
what is it you know
a form of life
you are a point
world bowl

nevermind
any way

wrong order waiter
what is the difference though
desires don't always happen
no seek empty excuse
the world is always turning
what are they standing on
ask one time

time is late waiter
no more coming person
tables look empty
sit down for a while
who will serve you other than you
the truth is exposed in all its nakedness
the last scene is always the same
the job falls on the waiter again

You can't fix everything, waiter.
Collect those shards.
Sometimes there is no turning back.
never mind
now prepare the service
with all your fears

broken my sun
your clouds are handicap
my horses stumble

a bullet driven into the barrel
silently waiting for the dark

on summit wind
in deep pressure
        waits
the floor is sometimes  cheated
make worse badly
        pits
as much as one word
tells sentences
       us

my heart is a wandering
on love's roads
now it is tired
unfortunately rout
the last point that arrived

what we have noticed
after every war
other than that a new war

we didn't spend time for peace
there was nothing in exchange for peace
live outside

you are a war horse
do not tilt your head
there are longer difficulties
do not know fearfulness
do not cutting speed

warn the waves
all the hardness is up to the shore
same ends for ships

quiet ports await

everybody turns off the lights
for the night
without the sun go
they can not succeed

the cloak can not sweep to your errors
your manes doesn't show the power of

the leaves falling,the tree will be bare

need to talk less
why noise
the day comes and goes

no matter what you say

there is wind
you won't find the sail in own place

drop the screws loose
they are going to be our catasrophic

the world is speeding up
when the day seems to shrink
it is getting harder to understand life
we must be slow

silenty it progresses
every moment takes to a place
actually no never static
when there is a spinning world

to a terrible ending

(moment poetry)

many ships sank
on this rocks
every shore is not calm
hazards sometimes go unnoticed

wrong is wrong
draw a line to the top
real success in life'difference'
wrongs find that make truth

war bells are playing again
people must be mad
a pretext found to destroy

when the seas are rising
you are looking for a mountain
when the hurricane comes
you are going to regret it

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

they recognized time's gear

when you cross the bridge full
the attack begins
for this reason,the caravan is always slow

in the losers club
no gamble

rope don't need
when playing real puppets

everyone witness

I haven't to big dreams
small realites are very nice

even enlarge the pocket
makes it difficult for you to carry

if you call me
I'm chasing my dreams
you living the truth

so hard to see

we're in different places

eventually you'll get tired
what if you're looking for

end and start
how meanly

YOU THİNK
possible probably

break down the walls
what  changes
if our thoughts are the same

once a game is played
the latter is the real

to the target the bullet will go

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

how many flowers died

the vortex isn't know person
I can swim in every sea,he thinks

the bends indicates  pain reality

the degree of hardness
the result determines

destruction varies according to it

dream up
living before us
what  will happen tomorrow,they tought
we live what we do,today

of course we will find a way
when it reached the limit of our strength
in the end we will always be happy

the day is which to conceive anything
you will know what
less wait
already you will see

was thing I wanted most in life

looking at the world with your eyes
even if I run into many mistakes
I had dive into a sweet dream again

was thing I wanted most in life

to be able walk with you on a deserted street
even if the darkness is scary
resisting the world by hugging each other

was thing I wanted most in life

not to make a single sentence without you in it

understand, our heart not crazy
we throwed it into a fire
you join too or get out
we were scorched with the fire of love

watch our ashes silently
we were happy like this

water's face is dark now
because you are looking with afraid