The Lady in Dark

When they mentioned her name it was in disgust

Descriptions of ugliness was all she got

She was every little thing they desired not

flying  their darkness as their crow of dread

She was a different kind, no ladylike dresses she wore

No makeup, no sprays, she was clean of that, untouched

She meant no harm, but she was seen as thorns

As she walked the streets it got empty, but full with eyes

Even though unwanted, eyes like to follow, groans like to speak

So to say she walked alone, it would be wrong

Always she was followed, always her name was mentioned in disgust

The Lady in Dark

Storms passed by, many moons came and went

Thoughts bleeding, still their crow of dread

Until finally she lay on the dying’s bed

Welcoming, she happily joined the dead

Never alone she was

The Lady in Dark

Untouched

Uninfected

Their crow of dread

The Dead Trying To Say Something

Wars, battles, fights and those many ways of conflict

It’s a human thing

Not because peace is hard to get

Because interest is the blood flowing in our veins

because we want more

because we are not satisfied with less

because we want to eat the bigger part

because we don’t want to be vegetarians

when vegetables have enough vitamins for our body’s survival

Viciousness is a human thing, it is in our nature

We like to fight the battles

We like to shed the blood

We like to fight the leaders’ conflict

when the soldiers we battle are people who could have raised a glass with us in different situations

Too bad we sell no tickets to free ourselves from all this society thing

Too bad we build lies to justify our barbarism

Too bad the world is not big enough for us all to live peacefully together   

I look upon a sea of graves

Of people who once lived

I see no difference between them, all equal

It’s too bad in life we are separated

Only to realize that in death

There is no right and wrong

No rich and poor

No divinity and levels

There is only dead

Plain and simple

Memories Telling Them Tales

I like memories

All kinds of them

I like to remember and rebuild the emotions

Oh, I remember how we got drunk on the beach

Dancing around the fire,

seeing the stars through the empty bottles

to be woken up in the morning by the police

Ha, I remember when we used to play card games

Oh, how we cheated and fought

But we played and we never forgot to have the fun and the laughs

I remember how we hiked one of the highest mountains of the world

Ah, the beautiful nature, that mountain with white beard

As thick as mine, but his moma never told him to shave, that I’m sure of

I remember the many fishing days
Yes, when no storm could have stopped me
When I saw my parents come and shout at me to get out of the sea
When waves seven feet high marched on me and knocked me down
carrying me all over the hard rocks

I remember all the different houses and countries I lived in

Ooo, many different friends I had from all around the world

Many different adventures been with them as well

Yes, yes, how beautiful it is to see the world

I remember all the books that I read

Many lives I lived

Many lives I’ve written as well

I remember all the first kisses

I remember our hearts burning with flame

And I remember them being broken

Ah, so many things I remember

If I’d tell you all that we’ve been through it will never end

Every moment I die and live again, each time with a different dream

Each time adding more lives to the previous one

I like to sit on a cliff and watch the sun sink under the sea

While throwing its orange rays on the water’s surface

I smile and reminisce, and relive my life

Of course, just for a moment I do that

I mean I will not get stuck in the past

Some future is awaiting me

I stand up and rush to it

To live more lives… to do what I do best

Compass in a Northless World

I wake up

I wash my face, I look in the mirror

My reflection is what I see

It’s been a long time since I had a dream

A long time since I had a reason or a purpose in life

No cause, no need

And the thing is, I know that most probably

I will never tread on this previous land again

I mean how could I?

Oh, no, I cannot

Just sailing the endless sea, until my ship sinks

Not that I have a problem with that

Not that I see anything better

Not that it matters to me, not at all

Ships pass by, holding them sailors having specific locations

and following maps

“Captain, we’ve spotted land” brotherly sailor notifies me

I put the glass on my eye, indeed it is land, people walking on seashore

“Shall we put anchor here?”

I look at him, one of those who I’ll smile and die for…

I smile at him

It doesn’t matter, I follow no compass

It really doesn’t matter

In the mirror

I see my reflection clearly

Whatever

You are my fishing gear

You are my favorite book

You are my fussil collection

You are my adventure

You are my crazy person

Can you see how much you mean to me?

Not an angel, oh no, for angels mean nothing

Not going to talk about pearls and diamonds either 

For they are worthless as well

You are a mountain which my dream is to climb

You are as beautiful as a sun sinking in the sea

Or a ship soaring towards the far far horizon

Oh, I want to show you all the messed up thoughts that I have

I want to show you this world where even the people’s wrong is perfect

No need for money or fancy cars

Let’s just lie on seashore, no need to dream

Let’s just accept everything as it is

Let’s have fun, no matter if society disapproves,

Who cares if they talk about our inappropriate behavior all day and night long

Let’s write our own tales without planning beforehand

Let’s learn when we want to learn, and fool around when we feel like it

No divine, no meanings, no authorities, no ideals, leave all this bullshit behind

Let’s follow a fish under the sea, let’s laugh at the crows fighting intelligently on food

Let’s feed the cat which is only friendly to get fat and a pat

Let’s throw some grass on one another

Or let’s just sit and do nothing!

I want nothing from this life, don’t ask for a thing

Just living, just passing by

So come drink with me a glass if you want

Then get drunk and open your heart

“Don’t worry mate, cheer up, we’re all gonna die at the end”

That’s what I’m probably going to tell you

Alright, I don’t feel like writing more, so I’m leaving some words unsaid

But who cares, really, who does?!

But if you want, join me tomorrow, I’m going to drink  

Center of the World

When you trip, do you look around you?

Scared to have been seen in this awkward situation?

Or, when you go out, do you dress nicely, and if you have long hair

then work on it a bit in front of the mirror?

When you do anything, just absolutely anything,

do you always feel that eyes are always upon you?

As though everyone cares what you are going to do

As though you are always followed

Do you feel

That you are the center of the world?!!

Eyes, eyes, everywhere!

Behind you, watch out!

The other way around, more eyes!

Stop, stop, stop watching!

Stop following!

Losing myself!

Ahh...

  

The wind blows, a fresh breeze it brings

Seas reflecting sun’s beautiful warm light

Green, that green grass, nesting the colorful flowers

Do you see any of these changing their looks or behaving differently

when you pass by?

And you know what’s the funniest thing about it all?

People just don’t care about all that, they are not watching you

They are on their watch, trying to catch the people following them.

I mean after all, my life’s existence is all about following your every step

If not that, then what?

There is this thing about us humans,

We think we are better

We think we are different

We think nature was born for us

and not the other way around

Last time I checked I found no center for this world

Yet, last time I checked

I saw too many false centers of the world

I guess that’s why the world is confused…

Not knowing to which way to spin

Bloody Mary

It is in a small circle that we always sit, in a way that everyone sees all in this big white room. Oh, some have their glasses, others their unique looks and some are indescribable… Ah, and here it comes, “Okay, you have ten minutes. Write one page of paper, telling us what’s on your mind right now” is what the teacher says.

Ooo, in the names of all the Bloody Maries, what should I write now? I mean I have nothing on my mind, clean empty it is, only this meaningless song...

I scan the attending; each individual is drowned in his own stories and thoughts, shaping them into words which I should probably analyze and understand, to build as much as I could in the image that they painted in their mind. It is actually funny to see how seriously everyone is taking this.

What do they expect me to write? Maybe, of ships, storms and adventures, of dragons, wars and fantasies, or is it of meanings, life and irony? I mean, I really can’t… this meaningless song in my mind has been peacefully settling there for a long time!

“Okay, people, time to hear what you got to say.” She cheerfully announces.

Ooo, Bloody Mary!

“Razi, why don’t you go first?”

Eyes on me, no escape, I was sentenced!

I read them this.