A solitary tree exists in the centre of a barley wheat field
No one sits for miles
So no one cares how he feels
He grew from a seed till he stood tall and strong
But no seed grew beside him
He was all alone

Seasons would pass and crops would be sewn
Leaves would be shed and again they'd be grown
A lowly old oak tree he began to become
Then one day something happened under the surface

A seed started rooting before it had sprout
The ground opened up and the sprout shooted out
Now the oak he had company above the soil
But the sprout she was struggling through times of toil
She was straining hard to get sun and water
The oak soaked it up before it could fall to her

But down below, underground, something stirred
The roots of the oak began to move like a worm
They wriggled and writhed through the soil to the top
Where, as if though by nature an innate ability had been drawn
The roots of the oak tried to keep the sprouts roots warm
Just like a parent would for its child
The oak shared nutrients with the rest of the field

So; the water he drank would be evenly shared,
The sun he soaked up its warmth would be spread
The sprout it was grateful and soon, it did grow
And beneath the big oak, some care it did show
For when the oaks branches began to bend
They were given support from the branch of a friend

The roots underneath entwined and linked
But to the naked eye you'd have to think
Was the oak still alone?
Did he feel pushed aside?
Would this small tree last?
Or would it just die?

But look you, to this field of barley wheat today
An there sits two trees
Together, I'd say
For the oak had, some company
The little tree, had a friend
And the roots of these two, were linked
End to end

I hadn't come to the hospital since the last overdose of a friend that shooted whisky in his veins, in the bathroom of an old bar because of a heartbreak. I told the nurse to don't leave me, to be with me the whole time and that if she could light a cigarette for me, sure honey take a smoke, she said and rubbed my head softly like if my dreams where cotton pieces. The body. The night. The blood. Inside my body an invisible, warm hand was digging and took chunks of light and silence. A black hole was opening up through my bones and was filling them with blood and noise. Later a doctor came in and told me that the business was serious, told me to stay still, and asked me what was my blood group, I told him that I knew a little about blood groups, that if he wanted I could talk to him about rock groups, a little bit of Jimi Hendrix Experience, of Cream. No way, the business is serious, sayed the doctor, so I looked at the nurse and I wanted to be with her in a party dancing Spend The Night Together, I wanted to be with a glass of *****, I wanted to give her a kiss in the middle of her white teeth, I wanted to tell her Baby let's get out of here and make love in the beach, I wanted to be in her hands full of trees.

Im ready for the night...
for the parade...
where there will be many lovers...
to proach my flesh, squeesing me...
making them to feel the heat....
and immerse them in the pearl beads of my sweat....

Made as a victim.....
Holding the guns...
bullets unloaded....
yet waiting to get shooted by them......

They call me evil
I’m Superman’s little punching bag
Golden Eye’s shooting range
Anyone look at it from my view
Suicide Squad was a joke
It didn’t represent the struggle of a villian
The struggle of my life
And everything around it
Let’s start with a story
I was a crack baby on the street
Momma shooted ****** 10 inches deep
She overdosed when I was 13
And my daddy was a good man
But I was messed up
He paid for my school
But I was hit and bullied
Cried to my dad but he didn’t care
He left me in the streets when I was 17
Why’d you do that old man
He couldn’t handle me and all my problems
So he ran away
Every job, every college
Turned me down like an illegal
Like I committed some sort of crime
I learned technology myself
Sometimes stealing books from the local library
That is how my evil started
But all my knowledge on tech accumulated
Until I was something more bigger than myself
I stole parts from the tech store
I trained myself to be a kung fu demigod
With a side of overpowered
And a pinch of passion
I built a robot
And my goal was to get revenge
On the people who doubted me
And all the people who hated me
And destroy them all
I killed them
Every owner
Every bully
I squashed with my robot
And then those heroes came along
At the peak of my hour
And that is when my head was out of the clouds
And it came back to reality
I presented my case
But they wouldn’t listen
So now I am here
In state prison
This is the villians view
The side of story no one sees

THE   SOUND    OF
A   VEHICLE   BRAND  'JEEP'
WAS   ZIP.



A  BULLET  WAS
OUT  FROM
PISTOL  IN  JEEP
SO  THAT  THE
S­OUND WAS   ZIP.

A  KURDISH   BOY'S
SOUND  SEEMED-ZIP.




A  BULLET WAS   FIRED TO
FEAR   HI
BY  ITS-ZIP.
HE MAY  BE   SHOOTED
IN  THAT  AREA  WITH
THAT PISTOL.
THE  PISTOL  WAS
NOT SILENT.
IT  WAS  IN  ZIP.

Why you call me angel? Once she asked..
I can't be one - must be the other side
Cause Angels have never be to cry,
they don't get bound with chains,
get hit or ****** till bleed
they don't have any fears to leave someone alone
they never wish they could die
angels don't have to live in nightmares
They don't need to learn how to love pain to survive
they can just laugh and fly away..

No..i said.. you must be an angel
You've just forgotten how you loose your wings
cause only an angel can do what you do to me
Only an angel can make someone laugh
Who never even learned to smile
and take away all this pain and darkness I've been born in
Only an angel can melt a person made of steel to anything that can feel
Only you where able to made a person out of a living robot
So yes..you are my angel
My fallen Angel,
shooted down in this hell with broken wings,
But with an unbroken heart,
just covered in dust to avoid the demons all around,
and one day you will get your wings back -
you will get them back and get the call to leave this place,
and the only thing I want
is to grow strong enough
to come with you,
to resist the way just with these wings
you teached me to build out of dreams and beats..
or if I can't..at least I wanna watch your flight back where you really belong

Ok, so you can call me your angel for real,
but only if i can call you mine,
and if we promise each other
to get together on the flight
She said and smiling cried..

2 years later she got her wings back as she died..
the last thing she asked me for
was to don't stop ,to get ready for this flight,
even alone..

and here I am 14 Years later
14 after she's gone-
And haven't stop trying to fly,
trying to save what she'd left for me
to honour what she has done for me..
trying to become a person like her,
to teach sometimes someone how to fly,
to hold on to my dreams
and ever look up in the sky,
like as hope to see her there -
like she's just gone a moment before.

I just hope she can see me down in here - and I hope she's smiling for what she sees

Stream of photons bathe
top heavy fountainhead of sunflower.

Analogous to Atlas
shrugging, hoisting, grappling...
with planet Earth, the heavyweight
discobolus buoyantly held aloft
upon robust stem
tracks the heavenly orientation
of said hypothetical nearest star.

This immense distance,
nonetheless still affects majestic seeded head
tracing weighty radial
circular motion in miniature, along the ground.

Imperturbable rotation evokes
invisibly linkedin plumbline
stretching approximately 92.96 million miles.

This number represents
average distance calculated
between solar body and oblate spheroid.

Greatest (more accurately farthest) interspace
separates sun and namesake
(scientifically identified inflorescence,
particularly called capitulum)
during late summer/ early autumn.

Said aphelion approximately
coincides with full blooming bouquet,
which quiet rioting,
snapchatting, twittering birds,
(who reddit in Daily Sun)
immediately golong orderly
pecking, kickstarting, buzzfeeding...
capital one fancy feast.

Nothing but mush shelled husk remains.

These gouged out hollowed insides
represent most successful plant
regarding said species.

Oft times newly planted seeds,
and/or transplanted shooted seedlings
(I bore witness),
and watched in horror
as tendered, nurtured, kindled...
vulnerable inchoate fragile tendrils
indiscriminately, gamely easily
plucked from ground zero.

***** nilly free for all allows, enables,
and provides ample opportunity
to observe fair and equitable distribution gifted
courtesy cornucopia fulfilling the maws
of hungry diverse terrestrial mouths to feed.

Invariably predators harbor taste
for unsuspecting oblivious
indulgent gourmandizing aves,
and quick make short shrift
despatching captive bird done deal.

Such happens tubby caw of the wild,
cuz copacetic, holistic, organic,... paradigm
embraced by yours truly steeped
within ethos, whereby the mighty heft
wielded by **** sapiens must not signal
green light for deadly pesticides
to exterminate delicate of world wide web.

Despite being one crazy and fungi,
I feel him mold dinned
to relish resultant morning glory
awash with beaming, strapping, waxing...
yellow petaled ray flowers offering me
an Uber spiritual lyft shining
upon countenance of
returning native son!

One with dark brown eyes
It’s making my heart rises
One with the sweetest look
Got no choice but to be hook
One with absolute kindness
Help me wanna be fearless
One with a pleasant body
But not my property
One with incredible humour
Let’s be armours
One with a girl dreaming of him
Shooted like a victim
One with seductive lips
Scared that I must skip
One with 8 more years
No, don’t disappear  

One who doesn’t know:
Age rules over feelings.
Your face is fading
All that is left: your shadow.