On Life's Throat

Life is shewing on me
I hope it swallows me
because I won't stop in its throat this time

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On If it Ever Comes!

If you are still waiting for it
because you know it will appear one day
Then just do anything for it:
swim after it, cry for it, sink for it, die for it
Just do anything and everything for it

For if it ever comes
It will never notice the one who just sat waiting for it

If it ever comes!

On The Life in Your Years

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years"

A.Lincoln

On Asking a Question

If you feared wolves as a kid,
But started to envy them as an adult
Should you be concerned?!

On Punctuation

Dear Pilot,
Punctuate, please!
Add a comma here;
a semicolon there
Don't spill your message like this
For only when you punctuate
We, your audience, can breath

Dear Ignorant Audience,
You realize the nobility of my letters
But you will never guess
That my writing style is unique:
No quotations
No brackets
No Question; no exclamation marks
No spaces
No dashes
And needless to say,
I use no periods

Let me explain with my own words
How to join the free world
After the colon
My definition will be read
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On Applauding from a Seat

We feel your pain , little bird
We feel your fear, little hero
We feel your hunger and defeat

But, we have to admit:
We do enjoy the scene
For we all need to watch someone lose
We need to see someone retreat

That reminds us of how lucky we are
That we only fight battles of our size
That we fight only the enemies we create

When you fall, little bird
We will say that we love you
That we feel your anger
We will assure you that we know how it feels

Do not surrender, little bird
Not yet, please
We just brought a few seats

On Staying on The Train

More and more passengers walked to the open door
It was still halfway through the involuntary trip
Do not blame them
Their landscapes had only fire and smoke

I pretend to not notice the door
I try to forget that my seat is already close to the door
I need to believe that what I see is green
And that I'm breathing air, not smoke

Do not blame me for getting suffocated
Do not, please!

On Facelessness

I wish all people would wear faces
but most wear nothingness in the morning
color it with apathy and failure in the afternoon
bury all that in their pillows at night
deeper they dig every night
then pretend to be dreaming

I wish all people would wear their faces
I could, at least, remember why I do not hate them
Why I do not seek them!
Why I do not envy them!

I could, at least, remember why I feel pity for them
Why I feel pity for their sad existence

An Existence in which they fear most the mirror
An existence in which a pillow is a graveyard

On Life's Failures

"Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up"

T. Edison

On Once-tiny Feet

Here I come into your world

And I have chosen to come to stay.

I have a lot to learn, to say, to hear, to break, to build, to love and to hate

My father will teach me how far my tiny feet can carry me

Mother whispers that her love will always guard me

Few can raise a child and raise his heart with him

But mine know the drill.

My roots will grow deep for I was born in a rich soil.

No matter how far I will travel on these once-tiny feet

I will always come back to hug those who taught me

That my heart has never been tiny and will never be

That I will always be their living love story walking on once-tiny feet

To O

On Struggle of The Soul

"Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity"

Herman Melville

On A Tree Called Life

"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart"

E. E. Cummings

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When the tree called life bowed for the wind
When the tree called life started shedding its leaves
When the tree called life dropped its shadow
I no longer saw the stars
I looked down and waited to hear the dreaded sound
The sound of a falling tree hitting the ground

Quietly she flew in
Happily she built a nest
There she sang, she laughed, she danced
She knew how to walk on the weakest branch
Turning it into a wild dancing floor

Dew-washed blossoms and green leaves
Marched on every branch of the thirsty tree
Just like in a children story:
Everything happened on its time

Proud the tree stood facing the wind
The shadow embraced the flowers beneath
There, in all its majesty
Life declared victory
And I raised my head and saw the stars

So tenderly she left
But before she flew
She danced on every branch
She touched every leaf
She kissed every blooming blossom
She wanted the tree to stand
She wanted the tree to be there

She is a messenger of life
A prophecy of a long-waited for spring
She a nest-maker, a blossoms knitter
a painter who owns the color green
She is a the definition of Eve
She is the one present in every language and every happy dream

She flew leaving the warm sap running through the tree
The tree grew higher than my soul can hope or my mind can hide
And I No longer wonder what is the secret keeping the stars apart

I will always carry your heart

With love,