Institutionalized greed
Forget chocolates and the red roses
Red Monster
attacking the pocket books
February 14 identical to other days
I will go to work
to spend a nice time with my
Put back the poem, half conceived
Neighbour talks of unemployed daughter, with grief
Standing on the balcony with Sue and Mark in disbelief
Both accompanied with their dogs
They talk of failures
Which letters are the texture and the scent?
As much as your flesh
Which book is the language of promise and verbal consideration?
Which poem reads a finger and recognises a signature
As much as
a dedication to Dear colleague Corina Gina Papouis beyond Friend
Inside the depth of my cry
I pause
My heart is poison tumbler
Even if I am resentful I will forget
Certainly I will
Those who leave
reminds the sea
not only the foaming waves
are my loneliness
as the pain proliferates
my eyes
plunges into the ocean
the other half of my heart
the wind
Fly, fly my longing wounded wings
See that guy, my mountain, I say
His rebellion, no pen cannot spy
That luscious green curtains his amazon eyes
There with his rakı, alongside a friend
Desired kiss of a life time
Noah has touched the beach
Didn’t we see the supplication of the ocean
To the pearl to quit her shell
In Eastbourne
The passion of lavender
Is a wild
When thy soul lies down on that whirlpool,
and body is feeling pain
consider skin as your coat
you never kiss the loved ones clothes
Eyes only see who is inside
they are not in
Silence falls on…
Misty streams
Strange clouds
Evasive dreams
Stars and the moon
Waving grass
Hush
The loud confusion of the heart
Quiet lost
Hungers, pains in each
God designed the world
How many times have I avoided the rebellion in my eyes
What kind of a game is this?
In the garden of art
To regenerate
Letters are rotting in my
I still not have seen
Without a pen I am drawing your eyes
On the steamed glass of the train
How your lips
Smashes the smile
The finest wine
Squirts
Worn-out stations
Darling something is
When we started this journey
there was no us
hearts were hanging on toe’s
sending to the lips…
memories captured in our hearts
compelled to circulate
dew brewed at the top of the
Which key of the piano describes
me
to you
foreplays are accompanied
by the rhythm of the arm
is this a duet?
the time is do minor
is time a melody?
even without playing mi major we
One day you will miss me
Every evening after work
Your ears will wait to hear
The noise of the key
And then
You
Desperately
Will want to hear the foot steps
Of my
I think departures should be with dignity and respect.
People live with their partners, someone enters into their lives, conflict begins and they are separated. All of this and more is for us human
Georgeous good lad
That little girl got
Such a big blue eyes
I feel dead sorry for them both
Can’t remember
The names gone right pass me
Their rotten mother
Sitting and drinking in Burgess
We ride across the Bosporus Bridge
Were you visualising bridges in London
You gave me handful of green pebbles
I can recall my frozen hands
Then I drunk the light from your eyes
I am
Time: 11:30 - 23:30
24 September 2011
Location: This event will take place in many cities, at the same time and date, outdoors when possible, and it will be televised.
Created by:
Michael
As if I write the words
Are there any unwritten words that I haven’t written?
How many times bombs have been thrown
The hands and the faces of the children are blood
Their future is throw in the
Now your voice is coming from far away
how much you talk by my side
a crackling noise, are the lines faulty
a depth in a distance
just tell me was it like this
even if you were silent I used
Dost you don’t know me yet
How strange your glances?
Previously were compassionate
Declared a traitor now?
As winter nights get longer
And the numbers of time
As the ashes of the