Tuesday, March 1, 2022





I Need Your Voice


I need your voice to speak with,

But the wind is lavish

And the sea is mute.


I am splintered

My wound is deep

 I am torn apart

And my whole is burning


Oh how I am shrouded in pain,

And is there but pain for who is full of longing


Like a stormy night fed up with the madness of rain

So Cut with your waves

For The wound will set you free


And Don’t break the foam sleeping in my lungs

Because between the sea of longing and this wound is a pact


Has your voice become ink

So I can pledge allegiance to it?!

Behind the madness of sea, lovers are walking!


Oh eyelid of my heart!

And these thorns are slapping it

Oh water sadness and silenced fire,

Is this endeavor a failure?


Silence ignites in the body of the poem

Dances with the clouds

Spins and spins

And your voice is like a harp

I wished it vocalised !!!


To Kill One Person Or To

kill a thousand people... it makes no difference.!!

When the salinity mixed in the midst of the waves, a tear slipped.

The exile was crying, not knowing that the victim had a special ritual. 

Between the eternal arrangement of the universe and a tombstone there is a contemplative relationship: 

~You're dead and they're dead~ 

The mirage is a myth, amidst the siege, we are in ruins, owls squawking over us!! 

How long will the massacre continue?! 

When the exile bit his fingertips, he had discovered his absent self, and fired a bullet at a body leaving a body!! 

And on the other side of existence, where the spirits are the spirits, where the waves soar in the infinite, and the flowers still have a green stalk

Remember the buds that withered and dreams that crashed on rocky harbors!!

Remember while you are between the viscosity of clay and the lightness of spirit, the rivers dried up and the dead left!!

So the wave connected to the wave, and the soul to the soul, and the souls left their cages, and the dust remained..!


Those Who Sing The Sea!?

The wave ends here

From a blind miserable song

From a hollow dance

From the wings of a rebellious phoenix

From a night full of darkness

From blind silence

and deaf ears 

From fields and barren lands

For whom does the sea sing, then?!

For those who sing the sea and wear the arteries of life.!

For those who overflow with turquoise his dream and pearl oyster..! 

I am the end

And the sun dance


Forever awake face 

For those who bare the sky with light?

Who organizes my poems sunrise?

For whom is the sand and the foam of the seas?

Years crumpled up in my voice

Pain is delicious here

Scattered foliage

The waves live here

And in the middle of the night

Nobody walks in the room

Just a moment

Just a moment of love

And a dreamy piece of moonlight.




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