You know how time helps to emerge the eminent moments
The emphasis of being alive
He said it is a door not an end
I am not sure about that
Since there is no proof and no one has ever experienced such
A zodiac zone…it is hard to address the character
Realizing time goes on
And you are given more chances
You not only can open the windows but
You can reach the flat rooftops to see the view
You can climb the steep stairs and call for
Wind’s blowing glaze
I remember now how you talked about agony and angst
We don’t have that in our darkness
Solemnity in sentence, hurting one another
To clear the dewiness
But cant you see? I have more of ‘pop ruins’
Than an arabesque itself…you were all wrong
And it wasn’t the water’s invasion as well
It was you, you couldn’t die
Day by day you became alive, and that bothered you
Since no one was able to give that before
But instead I am now thinking where to turn
Where an early middle age tools and baskets
Would find peace and indefinite typos…
Ah how it gives me power
Winning petitions daily
After the longest test on a parking lot
Ending up parking this time
There are sentences that I keep in mind every moment
An answer for all questions
I never carry the truth though
I take my own liability in hand
And move ahead
There is no clarity on owning
No effort, no bolt to transmit the electricity
A shift that I take moment to moment to cart
The product
And that is no one’s business
I hear the strikes against the written word
Mostly for the style, the Aznavour invention
Maybe Aivazowski, maybe Khachaturyan
But always my kind
Why?
Well I would ask once again…’are you the keeper of my joy’?
The road is long and I take the sharpness of the blind blade
What is my kind?
The one that never comes to save me
The neutral one that spares me for cigarette money
But keeps for sweet smile
That’s him and he knows….
to that 18 year old
Though his current photographs are giving me a strange feeling
Of disappointment
I have this landscape of landlord’s past run
If she was me, he was leaning to sun instead
And I was not disappointed today…
longing for panic of you
and priceless sights in my mind
Knowing that within hope
It is all a full soul and
Near to slowness and cautiousness
It is not a realm but something that would be considered as
The final itch…
And the delight that candles all
The one and only
Definitely ….my true neighbor
My pastoral bridge
The square shadow on a parchment paper
The Pure ambush
That you …your pause will be my salvation….
I miss the moments, the mixed images of sorrows and laughs
But I can imagine just one sight for reward
And that would be the end of me
The ghost of all, the one
Blue to blue with October shadows
With summer mask
I function in the assumption of my own shame
The caricature images of bisecting the childhood
That’s we are not…
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