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Pretty house in a garden,
Pretty lie in a gather
With no plans to start,
And no trainstations to wait,
With no roads to try,
And no waitings to miss,
No seas on the back grounds,
No fireworks playing,
No owls to see,
No bowls to keep,
Or runs to fake.

Only us , seeing ,
What shouldn’t have been,
Seeing through the banner of our skin,
The banner of the moon,
Our glory days,
Never reached , never run to,
No crowd watched the plays,
Our talents never claimed,
Not by eyes , not by us,
Strange times not led by us
Strange time of our lives,
But through shadows we survive.

Strange times we laugh and cry,
Strange times , black cloudy sky,
We play and wonder why,
Why we wandered ,
The smell of the fridge,
The taste of cherry pi,
Why the skies above,
Are colored with death?
The glass poured down told us she left,
The roots stayed,
So does our days,
Not watered,
Not blessed,
But dug by our will.

To smile, to scream, to try,
Cups of coffee whispered to me:
“The days will end,
No matter how much u drink me”
I held my grandma’s hand because mine is cold,
I held my grandma’s memory,
Because my life is cold,
I held my life with my hands with the cold,
Because i am a contagious disease,
Transmitted through letters,
Written by my hands,
Sent to a warm sea,
In a bottled heartfull memory.

Truth is a dance,
We dare to believe,
We dare to bleed,
We dare to breath , in cold air,
Truth is a deal ,
If you want to be real,
Bleed for something ,
Without a meaning,
Or for us, without a meaning.

Was this chaos or art?
The universe laughs,
It’s just the start,
Of an end,
Your hand is one of a ground,
Existence tumbles,
Restarts like a circus act,
We ask why the banana wears a peel,
Lucky are those who play the play,
Those who appeal,
You have enough space to dissapear,
And if you dont , we’ll blow a supercluster , two or three.

We’ll grow a forrest for you eyes,
Singing,
Hearing, hearing cosmic tree,
Could you hear it from the start?
In the clouds where you wanna sleep?
To lay with no parasyte,
Animals to creap,
You can’t be found,
Stuck or bound,
Only be crowned,
By a dream, so vivid, so haunting , so remembered , so deep.

When you catch,
Two dreamers, in a bubbly sphere,
tracing the stars,
Mapping the silence of realms afar,
And leaving questions unending,
Following a light,
Not turning back,
Not taking a part,
Chasing the echoes of an infinite shameless night,
Remind them,
Of the stars and their starry needs,
Poems they want to chase and ride,
Those they whisper back in the clouds,
Where you sleep,
With high lemon trees,
And coffee,
And coffee beans,
Swimming in winter seas,
Talking is making me feel less me,
More dissolving,
Into one of your backyard trees,
More bleeding,
Like one of your hot coffee pots,
The green fields, movies, cameras,
Mermaids , dagons to seize.

أريد أن أغدو تنيناً،
أحمراً مشوكاً متكئاً على قلعة قرمزية،
مقلداً قصصي البعيدة،
في زمانات الطفولة الضبابية،
ليست وردية ، بل الملتصقة،
في ذاكرة وراثية،
تنبهنا أن لكل جنة ثمن،
ولكل أحلام طفولة ، لا منسية،
أنهار من السعي،
وراء محيطات من الدهشة،
كولد مشى على الماء وقصد،
ما تبقى من عمره ليغرف غرفى،
من تلك المياه ، تحت قدميه،
التي كانت،
قبل أن تتبدد معالم مخالب الهوية،
قبل أن أغدو تنيناً،
دون قدمين تلمعان بمخيلة وسردية،
يطير بين أشجار متطايرة ،
لا يتنفس تحت الماء،
لا يتنفس في السماء،
فقط يسعى،
لكي يغدو،
فقاعات خيال ذو ألوان رمادية،
وعوالم شخص ذو شعر من ألوان عدة ، ممحية .

I started a run,
With no end lines,
Never finished,
Races of no finish lines,
Only i will , i do.

No questions, in the wheat field,
Legs can’t hold more,
Left the puddle,
To lined lights streets.

No answers, in the lined lights streets,
Mind is his spring time,
Left all swimming people,
Wandering at past wheat fields.

I changed,
Mirrors wait for me long now,
As i wait for my hair,
So i could take my time in praying,
For other lined streets,
Blue clouds,
Yellow films,
Green town , black walls,
Uphills , secret cells,
Active ,  blood laughs,
Wedding rooftops , summer nights,
Rascals , reptides , secret tombs,
Distant people , wheat fields
Maybe laying,
Maybe laying,
Of my friend , my friends, remembering me,
It’s happening,
Its happening!!
I wish so..


We might strike a bat of memories,
Another lifetimes in our one might stand,
Will such childhoods happen,
To roll the dice once again?
To see,
Open an eventful call,
Like someone who was chased by someone who opened a door,
In a field,
Of rain,
Of you, and me,
I won’t race you and me,
I’ll run for us,
I’ll take my time to dance in the rain.


I’ll run in the rain,
Races with the universe ,
Between trees, beside seas,
Where i am left alone, without myself,
To spaces on the outside,
Of you and me,
No wins, no you, no me,
Just little infinities,
Between every mile, meter, and lane.


And when the universe does math,
I’ll be done running too,
When he show us,
Those infinities,
Of choices, chances, dimensions, dreams,
I’ll show mine,
Of blood, sweat, tears, spit,
Because I’m racing with the universe,
And I’ll dance and cry on my run,
If he restarts,
I restart a run,
With no end lines,
Never finished

No longer found,
In tears in rain,
The blue cloud whispered,
Then my whole body slept,
On my dry salty face.

Water drops passed beside,
And all the voices fell with it,
Except the ones of our spring.

Some of me took me as me,
Others wondered by,
Where are they?
The ones who were and will?
Get rid of an orange empire,
Trade it with plastic heads town,
Did they , will , feel the blue cloud?
It’s my superpower to make feel.

Nobody entered an exit,
Because i never knew when i first loved winter,
Winter soil,
I’m still looking for the winter – my lover,
So i can’t have a lover now.

It wears me out,
Once i sleep with my entire face,
If i run in morning?
Or run at night?
Under rain,
Under rain,
So i stay awake,
The dark is not taking residents tonight.

Awake heart,
Only fixed part,
With two bridges holding it of thought,
One is the run under a blue cloud,
And a ticket to my shivers,
It wears me out, the ticket,
Weights on my handbag.

I’m just a page unwritten on both notebooks,
The was and will , or is,
A page you needed till they left,
With no exit doors,
Not bearing the art of them, themselves..
That i made of me, our spring,
Looked like a real thing,
Looked like the real thing.

More than a word left unsaid,
The times i was a question to the world,
When the answer could be heard,
Remember me, when i can’t,
That I’m not just a word,
But a page , unwritten , blowing in the wind,
When i ran under a blue cloud, not felt
Between two rain drops,
In a dark night,
And an art film , unsent ,
All gathered, on winter’s soil ground,
All my body, rest on my head,
Entered an exit , reset

اِلهِي مَاذَا وَجَدَ مَنْ فَقَدَكَ، وَمَا الَّذِي فَقَدَ مَنْ وَجَدَكَ ، اَنْتَ الْمُوْنِسُ لَهُمْ حَيْثُ اَوْحَشَتْهُمُ الْعَوَالِمُ، وَاَنْتَ الَّذِي هَدَيْتَهُمْ حَيْثُ اسْتَبَانَتْ لَهُمُ الْمَعَالِمُ.

I passed 2000km this year so far so i wrote this :

I run,
I move through thousands of worlds that move apart,
To make a path for me,
Each world in an air molecule,
Inside the summer wind,
In a silent fall night.

I run,
Worlds break through,
As this world break apart,
We run through the wind and think it will carry us forever,
I dash by the coastline,
By the great dark whale sea,
Sighted by my side,
I dig with my legs,
Like the ancients and the first lands,
While the air in my lungs is getting stolen.

I dig because someday i will vanish as the clouds,
I look down to the ocean that saw the world begin,
And will see the end,
I got reminded of god,
I’m slowly drifting to you,
Through thousand spaces and by thousands of faces,
Outside my mind,
On seashores,
Inside flashing visions,
Between the silence of stutters,
On path less paths the wind cave,
And as i dash at land i cry to you,
Since i can’t plant, not oranges , not pomegranate,
I can only dig my soul into the ground.

I search for you, my hope,
In distant lands and shires,
Through my wandering night,
Before i know you, god , i loved you,
After i loved you, i ran for you,
You can’t be seen by those who are looking,
But when did you first looked at my heart?
Since it bumps to know your art,
Alot, when it moves my feet to a beat,
Along thousands of miles,
Looking for a path-full path , to you.

The cars and planets are calling me,
In timeless dreams close-by,
Billion years away,
I’m on my way, away from me,
Wings twitch, but I’m on,
Even after I’m gone the all not knowing ocean will lead the way , to you ,

I run , as i pray,
A cinema prayer,
That’s never been shot,
Only seen, by you.

As the sun goes early,
On late autumn days,
A late life goes by,
Waiting for its sun,
Wind passed on a tree lined street,
With no trees in sight,
So life fled by like all the birds, carrying it,
And we were but a point left by,
Centered looking at them in the wind,
Wishing our time will come too.

Our visions opened up,
Like sunlight cracks through the clouds,
We’ve ran way far beneath them,
In many autumn days,
More than we can remember,
No trees ahead , no leaves ,
No tears , to be shed , to fall ,
No worries to be made ,
With no trees with leaves ahead,
And birds above your head.

No worries,
When you got two faces and two hearts,
You don’t need saving,
When you’re moving too fast,
You don’t need saving,
When you’re not moving too fast,
It only saddens me,
That in between all,
A fixed point in the train of life,
Was waiting to have the last seat,
Not for the scenes , only wind breeze.

The wind rises and hits you down,
When you’re running fast,
And it falls and hits you up,
When you’re not,
And i fell tired as i look up for the many trees of many lives,
That flies above with the birds,
I wanna fall in some life of them,
Like autumn leaves that never exist,
Like the birds do in distant lands,
I wanna fall in fall season ,
In distant life lands,
Beyond eyes , beyond the wind.

I’m not thinking of ending things ,
The savior both my blessing and my curse ,
My car of life , wasn’t stuck in the snow ,
But on my bed , which i can’t return to ,
Its two sides , had two worlds ,
Where neither i am at ,
Nor anybody else ,
I stood at the mountain top of both of them ,
Yet they ended at the island’s shore ,
No pirates entered either ,
Nobody had my empire of dirt ,
Nobody wanted it .

Casted away here ,
On a spotless island mind ,
I drove the car , with the snow outside ,
Wondering about the initial place ,
Wandering in the driveway through ,
What could’ve been ?
Written in the eternal eyes ,
That i wanna be ? But didn’t become ,
Was fated to drive here in the blizzard which i adore,
Not expecting any ships ,
As my heart bleed “the thing” ,
I’ve been praying for since ten ,
Not knowing what where when .

I carried the car as my as the island land ,
Through the damaged sea of white ,
Fantasizing about an eternal sunshine ,
Of pirates , about pirates ,
While gazing into the banner of the sun ,
No treasure to be ever found ,
I’m not lost , and I’m no treasure ,
And while other oceans couldn’t carry ,
The weight of existence in the middle of themselves,
I , the little swamp ,
With lousy loudly dirty creatures inside ,
With thousands of non-interaction , never happened ,
Maladaptive dreaming stories outside ,
Outside the window of the car ,
Far from the kingdom’s portal ,
I will carry the absurd ,
Of that empire’s world .

And i , who don’t exist , except there ,
I , with the wandering kids and mind ,
I’m not thinking of ending things ,
I will not leave any kind behind .

To wake up with a pursue
Of having day , maybe of work , maybe at a village stay,
Of wanting to drink , seven cups for seven days ,
Each of a color , each of a new sun ,
Waking up ,
Not knowing what’s over my head ,
Got into my fine legs ,
With only one small muscle , damaged ,
It has been beeping since days , alone ,
I wonder why..
Like a frog struggling for water and functioning ,
And sitting on an isolated leaf ,
Other muscles left her ,
They were just fine at the swamp ,
But you know ,
My entire body just can’t run an inch without her ,
This small unrecognizable muscle ,
Like a clan that is being completely demolished ,
Like a town with a tomb , getting annihilated .
I keep following swirls and circles ,
I miss running on track circles ,
I need to keep track of circles ,
Or else i won’t know ,
What’s over my head when i wake up ,
All i want is to run 400m sprints with my brothers again,
Brothers are only brothers because we meet in real ,
And one is between mountains ,
And the other is between hills ,
And I’m between them two  ,
I’m between two desks too ,
Running circles with them  ,
What a great dream to wake up to ,
Where we won’t be between anything at all ,
Just out , circling the air , no ceiling above , nothing on the sides of our side ,
Taking time now ,
In a simple place designed to take time to ,
My head rests on a pillow case ,
And it’s said that a war’s lead but I forget ,
Did it happen before ?
That I let another day go by , like it always did ,
I want to be afraid , then i will be normal
Bt I’m not , it seems that these days ,
I’m caught under space , but completely free ,
My heart’s getting harder , gladly
I sent my blood away ,
I’m calling god ,
I’m not screaming to an empty sky ,
The only empty sky is me ,

Used to tell god to let go ,

And that it is over my head ,

Knowing he never will , gladly ,
One half of my heart is free ,
On a track field ,
Other half of my heart’s asleep ,
On a pillow case ,
Wanting seven colorful mugs ,
For seven uncolored mornings ,
Each with a name of a day ,
Where i wake up knowing what’s over my head.

I felt my heart inside a dream
Two beats at a time
One to go
And one to slide
A long break between every skip
As if blood entered a void
And was guessing if to stay
Maybe it didn’t find a heart
Maybe i kept it somewhere
Although i was going to leave my home
And took the letters with me
The sea shelves , the pomegranate
The broken ones too
But I’m not broken
I splashed the scent
She loved
On the void between my chest
Because maybe it was left with her
And she could smell it in the dawn
As i leave before others wake up
As i leave with my bag , full of my drawer
As i hope that i could once again
Feel that I’m not doing enough
Feel that I’m not guilty enough
I wish i was feeling late enough
It was only late for me
I always felt that I’ve seen it all
Everything
Everything was late for
And I’ve always felt that I’m in the end of the tunnel
I’ve seen it all
I’ve felt it all
I craved more
Yet that was it
And before i open the door
A cold breeze came from below
Telling me there’s always more
Always more , more , more
Before i reach home
I wonder how long
Till i belong
To god to long
And something to fill the spaces
Something out of my mind
Because maybe it will be far
The house where i figure out my mind at
Maybe the people running uphill to me
Will only be stuck in my dreams
Where I let myself down
To bring them to life
They only wanted to be alive
I thought i don’t know how
But I’m just too let down to feel someone by my side
That could understand
That could see them
Because my heart was lost inside a dream
Two beats at a time
And I’ve seen it all
Enough of this world yet but
Also the other one , it hurts
It hurts
It hurts
God please forgive me for not growing wings
But trees over my back
So i could let everyone eat sceneries
But not stories
From my eyes
I’ve seen
When when when
When will i ever see , seen