road                   anddark         theman           andangry            see
         isdesolate                 now              istired                always

it is not very long
centuries ago loves was the same
only people changed

it is not very different
centuries ago the pains was the same
only weapons changed

it is not very bad
centuries ago desires was the same
only dreams changed

it is not very true
centuries ago tales was the same
only heroes changed

yesterday night to my window
the quest of memories
low-light in my room
loneliness

like a footstep
uncertain in the dark
a cat on the stairs
cheeky

tell to winds
kites don't fall
then children cries

and wars has to end
dying children

nice ends tales
in reality has lot of a pain
is based on children how

growing children and issues

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

above are
no visible floor
like falling from a cliff

below no see a sky
in the dark
living like a blind

there is no other choice

think about it again
how much did you fix your life
are you still looking for broken toy

life is a choice
we left it as it is
what is left over

sometimes boredom
knock on a door
sometimes
to open a door

life is compressed to clamp

w                                                                               finished
    e
c                                                                            be
   a                                                              must
      l                                                     top
        l                                      climb
           s                                                                ­                            forget
a                             ­                                                               we­ can't
v                                                          trace­s in our hearts
  o                                    mountains
     i                                in
       c                       echo
           e in desolate

you believed in clean and nice tales
I falling into a dream that couldn't be real
we thought life in an imaginary way

like everyone else,we hit a concrete wall

so now we are in this situation

sometimes like                        the cavity
                            life       enter
                                   air
short tremors and
contiune the road

cut difficult
eyes should  be possitive
pit is deep
dream now

precarious
day is starting
life
very ineteresting
you
question

colors are contagious
overflow out of line
spilled from your hand
seaons

missing limb
misty roads
torture
inadequate desires

the last horse is gone
my heart is empty town
the wind blows through the grass
a rebellious exclaims now
angry in the desert streets

he tired will fall

crazy

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

torture nights
there are in people's life
no one hears the inner screams
a silent volcano explosion

the lava flows into the heart
it doesn't leave ashes,**** it!

difficult
                steps
play time

high
          expectation
spectator print

the prisoners are bound poles
drums never stops
Indians the dance of death
don't quickly extinguished the fire of Revenge

butterfly dance
nice among fragrant flowers
life cycle
with subtle touches

the dance of planets and moons
in certain routes
Galakxy chains
each side of the cavity covered

the dance of life
every day in a different rhythm
sometimes fast walking steps according to the time of
everyone is a dance partner

Dances the ones that comprise of dance
people will understand
everyone fits the rhythm

those who emerge after dark
they can not see real faces
you fear dark,I know
looking for the truth in daylight is the biggest mistake
in the caves of blood ******* bats

this dead-street ,Darling
no way you go
brutal dark crashes
even one footstep doesn't hear
you fall and no one would know
only I know
unbearable to wall
you lay to my heart,Darling

it passed for all of us

(D)osage of the most important
(A)s magic
(Y)esterday was a fairytale

(A)way waving good-bye are
(W)orld in the cycle
(A)ce ,have you ever hand a hand in
(Y)ears later

(F)eel,like a breeze
(R)ound of the most important thing
(O)lder than the other hand
(M)en's hearts wants lenses

very busy days one day ends
a door is searches for in loneliness
walls do not hold nails anymore already

faded pictures in the album keep

you can't revive dead memories

deads Mr. Character
some where dead while lived
some people lived in case of their death
the same for all of us
but nothing has changed for they
they were deads Mr. Character

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

steal to fire
once person decide
what to do to live

count colors
which you forgot
fuzzy memories
even if small losses

deep wounds

separate each unknown in a forest
is hidden inside a deer
trail-long
a deer hunter

to covet every rustle
trigger-happy
pending

witness the trees

ones hunt another hunter
two foreign

I am not the problem
You are not the problem

We are problem

the secret of whistle in the ears
echoes in our spirits

paint's trace on table
mystery is in the painter's past

do you know
what are we
like desert and water

when you wake up in the morning
desire is to sleep
you would struggle to get out of bed

when you go to work
desire is holiday
free,relaxed and a fun day's dream
it is always in front of your eyes

your birthday will come
desire is nice celebration
friends and fun
but short messages
throughout the day

there are  plenty of examples
for the desire
how realized
it varies for everyone

desire is personal

I want dest away questions from me
when I'm alone
only you and I
We must stay in the world

If it is possible to dest away the fears
From small hearts
I'd destroy the darkness with the lights of love

And to get rid of the deepest wounds
Everybody pretending like Pinocchio
Not a dream,all my words can

Believe it will happen one day,my friends

you never have been a destination
to lover's arrows
if it is the most painful
there is not a hand for surrounds your wounds

but each destination disintegrate
for others

my sand Castles
destroyed
my deep Footprints
gone
my shadow
lost
in your hands
my hopes

What are you waiting for the other?
Flowers opened.
recovery period
you don't know
contradictoriness

die-life

each mold is different size
boiling points are different

need to achieve a soft fall
the stiffnes of the ground is different

I wanted to see myself
the mirrors are different

every face a mask
reflections are different

I always look for answer
whereas the questions are different

life is in a picture
comments are different

poison              now             lifes                   see
             glasses         broken        yesterday      
                           free              spirits              loneliness

you does not adopt
like darkness of the night
you want to cover all the facts
you can't stop the sun

this is driving you crazy

you don't want to hear much
like your terrible errors
you want to hide in the deep
to each deep was entered

this is  driving you crazy

what are the different expectations

a wild wind blows
you're afraid  it might be the top to the bottom
each curve is different
some speed cuts
x     x      x          x
whereas yesterday expect
you understand today
it is very costly
for everyone is a waste of time,
actually,you are wrong
while you wait you don't live
x          x       x       x       x         x
the buzzing of the fly that each blushed
it is summer,I should hope so
anyway,it is to happen
tell you too
who will know
x   x    x    x     x

road is very bad
walk is difficult

night is very dark
see is difficult

sea is very waves
swim is difficult

woman is very cold
kiss is difficult

story is very long
read is difficult

stop is very crowded
stay is difficult

....................................
............ difficult

the heaviest rock is heart
difficult to carry
softest point is heart
difficult to touch
empty room is heart
difficult to enter

difficult heart
do you know

straight ladder
you haven't never seen it
they couldn't even invented yet

straight and ladder simultaneosuly
the dream even harder

like some two thing

a dark night  was outside of me
it was you inside me who lights up the night like moonlight
who called the clouds
disenchanter

beat slowly
do not ruin my heart
let me stay close
do not away from near
we have to talk long
do not offer to shut up
my burning gaze
do not try to put it out

my only concem is butterflies
do not squeeze in the palm of your hand

there is a piece of me in the sea
dont be sad because you cannot see

your breath wont stay in deep

why the mask
to  which face
what you have stored
until when

don't forget

provision of the night
till the sun comes

do you know

collapsing to the bottom is heaiver than
from the rest of the surface,
silent screams are more caustic
echoing from the mountain,

dude you can't know never
if I ask to you
what is the sharpest knife
if with lover's eyes not hurting to you once

who is the most ruthless against you
'time'
you destroys one day

don't forget

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