Rocking chair
A comfortable seat
Turkish tea or strong coffee
Burning fireplace
Decorated wooden hut
Future wife
Snowy night
A rifle on the wall
Classic music
Wool blanket
Hello Poetry
Tolstoy's masterpieces
Ilya Repin's picture's
Wolf voices
Cold places
What a Freedom !

Don't trust your beauty
After a fire you can say i am ugly
Don't trust your power
After a paralysis you can say i am weak
Don't trust your money
After a theft you can say i am poor
Don't trust your knowledge
After a conference you can say i am ordinary
Don't trust them fake sincerity you can say i am dupe
Graves showed something to me
These are dead people ...
Finally i understood
Don't trust to world because
Life is a big lie
When you closed your eyes
You can say a big WHY !!!

The man is swimming
Under the cool stream
Love at first sight

Soul is deep
Brain feels image
Storms are coming

Study. . .stud. . .stu. . .st. . .s. . .sl. . .sle. . .slee. . .Sleep

Nights are merchant of emotions
And im strange purchaser
Most of the time we trade
Generally i buy dreams
Sometimes thoughts ,ideas
Payday comes at the end of splendid event
I give some sleeps
Stars shine to window
When others lying
Now im not afraid of the night's kink
Because inspiration stronger than insomnia
I know it...

B.C 500 Child:Hey mama where is my flint? I couldnt find it...
            Mother:Go inside to cave and search it must be under the stalactite
            Child:Thanks mama...
After Christ 800 Young man: Hey mama where is my Crossbow?
                              Mother:You forgot again,open the chest its inside
                             Young man::Thanks mama
1800: A man:Hey mama where is my violin?
          Mother:Search your cabinet ! its in it.
2000: Young girl:Mama where is my CD-player?
        Mother: its under the table!
3000:Boy:Hey mom did you see invisible blanket?
        Mother: You can use a powder to find it honey!
They are our best search engine but we dont know
Google,Yahoo,MSN cant find these ... They are our values...

Old people were a baby
Babies will be old people
World is like a bus stop
Life is patiently waiting...

im  hungry ,
not because of meals...
not because of dinners...
not because of breakfasts...
im hungry to honest people...
because i felt disappointment about lies
im hungry to indulgent people
because i felt pain about obscurity
im hungry to generous people
because i felt gullibility about requests
im hungry to brave people
because i felt loneliness about cowardice
most of people going to starving i know
i wanna tell something about that
feed yourself with your pains,experience
search sincere people
because they're livin somewhere
life goes on...

I will catch Harry Potter's ******
because life is match
lets take our pistols to unlatch
scratch them all till i die scratch!
i'll sew bad ideas  batch
i will detach because im crosspatch!
this is  final war to win, no rematch
i wont back down because i'll outmatch
this poem to bad people despatch!!!