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The Bicycle

To the rain
To the Sun
Evenly it stands
Alongside the pavement 
On the way to apartment

Not belonged to a man
But maybe to a woman
Not a day or a week
More than a month lasted

It was locked and
also not  old enough
To throw away or to give it free
But there may be a place
To park it, if the apartment

Neighbors pass by
Pavement is silence
No one knows
Perhaps someone knows
But my doubt insists
To look for the truth

Evening dark slightly sets in
My feet stopped near by
When I told the story
A woman who lives next to me
She is too in a doubt alike  me

An analysis inside myself
In the night, on the bed
I could presume
Though it gave nihilist impacts

No, it’s not 
That I think
Something could be happened 
People have never ever thought

Suspicious mind 
Questions me back
If it might have vanished a day
How would my mind satisfy?

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Slavery Cave

I am a slave
Inside my cave
I am the master
Inside my soul 
What I define	
It is said the freedom
I am free
Governed by myself

Who is that myself
I wanted to know
When I felt that I am a slave
In my cave

I am not a master
Now I found
Master is you
I am ruled

Who is that master
Inside my cave lives
Planting slavery seeds
In my feeling


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A Passenger

A passenger opposite me
In the bus looked at me
His bare face, a rough feeling worn 
How may change, with that my own

Looking at him and a small smile by my cheeks
Stagnant image sulks and my smile embarrasses 
His face and mind not having deflected 
Tells something strange I am confused

Only thing that I have had
It was not, that I think very bad 
One more smile came in my face
I could slightly open the lace 

A reaction to an action might have not the same
A small turn in inner may be the aim
When I left the bus and him at my time
One thing, looking at me, I saw him 

Now I remind what I did
And in return he how did
Both we have to re- think, if need
I’m afraid, who he is

My smile’s cheaper, I always give
Did he think that I am mad?
Or would it be the paradox
If the other looked this box

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It Is a Matter of Faces

It is useless to pour water
To a downward pot
Though it is necessarily critical 
In a drought of thirst

Person in pretence of sleep
It is difficult to wake up
Though it is necessarily critical
In a moment of danger

Adorable words accent and gestures
For the means of democracy
It is a witch of crazy
Though it is necessarily critical
In a state of power egoism

Forging smirking before the people
To conciliate hearts for votes and power
It is matter of fact today
Though it is necessarily critical
In a reflection before the mirror

Down to earth deconstruction
To purify the heart and mind
It is a matter of duty the day
Though it is necessarily critical
In the age of e- enlightenment 

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In the Darkness and Out of the Light

In the cell of life
Many cells which are parted
Parted cells are departed
Up to the electron proton and neutron

Over the light
Lights up the darkness
Over the dark
Switch off the light

Smiling heart hides the lament 
Lamenting heart shows up smile
Duality of sings turn to hybridity 
Hybridity finds a center of unity

Barren and fertile dig the soil
To catch the balance, creeps through the tunnel
On the way, lit up candle goes out
Desperate life invent a fire

In the cell where we live
Spiral tunnel guides us to live
Like a snake crawls 
To catch the prey

Hunger and thirst of desire
Kneels to push and pull
To open up a new cell of life
In the dark and out of the light

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Winter Depression

Bearable winter 
Blanket covered cold
Attacked by white Gas   of
Fallen Snow
 
But unbearable silent
Cripples into the home
Like a snake
To live with loneliness

Get Scattered past
Comes like a shooting star
Burning and blasting 
As a thunder bolt 
To the vulnerable heart

Like a novel keeps turning pages
Last chapters of the age
Tries to be active
Like a butterfly
While the birds are vanishing
Letting to the cold

Heater in the home
Makes warm the room
Cooks once in a way
Finding the present to share it
At the evening table

Cold darken lumpish light
Turns to here and there
Trying to realize 
The nature of life

 A sigh of pain 
Or a sigh of relief
Unconsciously comes
Likewise something missed
In the life of four seasons

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Anorexia

The smell sprays spreading
Of delicious food
From a palace above
  
In a poor hut bellow
Smoke of boiling water
Potatoes for hunger

Servants chivvy    
Serving variety of tastes  
 
Empty plates wait
Impatient children yawn
  
Sound waves of two cries prang together 
One for hunger 
One for objection  

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A Bird Couple

on fallen leaves twigs
A bird couple falls in love
Snowflakes disperse down

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Human Rights and White Magic

Beating drums and playing trumpets
Gods are called to get down to earth
Brutalized shamans squat at the binary sides
In between the valetudinarian and 
Devil dance when night comes

A voice far away from the scene
Closed ears for the justice
Blindfolded subjects seem to be subdued
Like prisoners of deceit  

Victims and valetudinarians are
Commodity in the markets
Gods from the heaven are 
Profit projected investors

Humanity being bargained 
Chamber of the council
Justice being balanced
Collects evidence of evil

Rights and justice
It is now in a paradigm shift
No more for the victims
It is a kind of business

But such a business
Could be a shift for transcend
Where the humanity and rights 
Are disappeared as a genocide

In a time of everything violated
No result, genuine hope of purified
Time and space may be splendid
Who would together and well mixed

This is a white magic 
A bowl of interests cooks
This is a place of power
You cannot flee for ever

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Whisky In Oval Glass

Oval glass
Like your waistline 
Touches my fingers

Whisky in it 
Pretty hard
Soften with
Swing ice cubes
Glitters with cold 

Sipping by lips
Like your tits
Taste in love
Fuddled feelings
Slowly lie down

Your glance
Being an image in it
Concavely looks at
While filling up
With another ice cube

Desire reminds
Like talking your eyes
In a short time
Empty glass
Looks at me

In a moment
I stand up
And go for a cigarette. 



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