Worship this world of watercolor mood
in glass pagodas hung with veils of green
where diamonds jangle hymns within the blood
and sap ascends the steeple of the vein.

A saintly sparrow jargons madrigals
to waken dreamers in the milky dawn,
while tulips bow like a college of cardinals
before that papal paragon, the sun.

Christened in a spindrift of snowdrop stars,
where on pink-fluted feet the pigeons pass
and jonquils sprout like solomon's metaphors,
my love and I go garlanded with grass.

Again we are deluded and infer
that somehow we are younger than we were.

you're a mystery and we both know it
I am as well but I'll never submit
we both question our very existence
for that, I say good riddance

in actuality, I do not want to bother
but the curiosity makes me think harder
are you feeling the same way as I am?
maybe not, maybe you're just like them

so I try to tell myself perhaps it's just overwhelming
the crippling feeling of mystery is seething
though it's not my first time to encounter this,
at the end, will I still take the risk?

A dream
A wizard
A lover
Tow hearts  
One sings  
The other dances

The spring
The Sun  
Two lovers  
One loves
the other shares  

A fairytale
A mystery
A story
One tales
The other listens

It shines through out my heart 
The ocean
The sky
Once met

A moon
A light  
A fool
She falls

INCOHERENT EMOTION


Incognito affairs.
A love, a feeling he could express not, hidden emotion. He can't afford to a preached. A vibes he'd let died in heart's earthen dungeon. Buried on the soiled  mind. A true feeling he live for, dream walking find his heart in hers off flew both hove. Unusual vibes, Soulaiyah captured his mind from what he had seen long ago captivating his soul and he yet scared he dare not reveal how he feels. Incredibly after awhile his cell phone banged and the mystery lass appeared on the phone's screen. Desiring his face to see. A date on an edge but he'd invite her in his little wane. Hidden affection shroud emotion.
#c9_fm

Love is as a peom, written without its end.

As its weary poet inks his barren pen.

An art all men wish to read, though very few can see; yes love is above all things, this world's greatest mystery.

in the Mystery ,
Poisons of the emotions reveal themselves to seek an ally for strongly rebel against to the Hope , as if it all not co-exist , desperately.
a fundamental question rise then , you name it.

my pain is like their treat. they feed themselves with it. as the mystery increases my pains , they consume my emotions , in poor little portions. poisons of the emotions continue to the same , never ending circle goes around my vein.

my perceptions turns into the delusions. and my delusions becomes what I percept. they want to run away from each other while trying to catch.

i can shut my eyes and believe that the Sun isn’t there.
i can close my ears and pretend to not Hear what’s been unsaid.
i can shush my mouth and assume that My Heart is not saying it all already.


thorns are always welcome for it's rose.
                                I wanna Feel different.
some feelings are Like a Phantom for the sake of their existence.

                                     I wanna feel sunny.



                                      Handenur Özata