every garbage
was available once
used and discarded

that was the live
result:garbages and garbages ....

Afeather falls quietly
It does not bother anyone
the last point to be reached
quiet,calm,must be peaceful

life feather fall like

other lights was on our roads
for us  only obstacle
they while dimming our light
it was hard to drive dreams
while dazzled

beautiful dreams
I forgot to see it
teach me

stop
on my heart
yet early
we will go sunset
a door was eyes
who is know

road                   anddark         theman           andangry            see
         isdesolate                 now              istired                always

Each eartquake is staggering
Traces of the misty past
Delirious now waves
Once the boats and lovers
happy moments didn't missed

now missing years

Answering no questions
the answer is in the question
never mind to objections
what  pattern to avail

being a hole
in your boat
immerse you

waves of deep in the deepest no one sees
in our roads the pit danger ahead
end of page  short life on the text
finished fighting whistle of finish
hour-hand turns alone mimute hand stopped

there have been muggings obvious
naked,vulnerable hearts
everyone is insensitive
do you know what is next
impossible

drums are heard
war preparations
eardrum are ruptured
chilling war screams

plotted a route
life limits does slog

My world was a storm with you
If you asked I had a word
You did not spoken suddenly
I got it time was tight

I guess the road was cliff

a crackpot
in too deep
why is important
invisible from outside

footprints in the most challenging passages
only shadows falling today
secrets from yesterday

the legends are now told

as long as I 've known people is ghost

sometimes like                        the cavity
                            life       enter
                                   air
short tremors and
contiune the road

property poem
planet's path
pointy plan
proper phantasy

witness moon
our suspended
a few dreams

mirror is a snake
for old
time trap
pulls the vortex
deeps are kills
dark hides

the life is the devil game

the birds meet on the roof
moles underground
the fishes are in deeps

everyone lives in his own world

except I and you

and you'il start from somewhere
you'il walk ,even if it is hard
human is prisoner to road

maybe you can not win anything
maybe you have lost a lot
you stand alone on this road
you should not be fooled by the crowd

These tombstones are with full of this writes

each drop was a road from heart
who wants  secret pain
look to my face today
tomorrow is not same it

can you a duster
you deleted me
I understood from your eyes
I am not your dream

can you a cold shower
suddenly I came to myself
it was hidden to your word
I was a die for you

can you a hyperreal
I can not touch to you
I always looked for a road
I got lost in the fog
You could not be reached for me

give me your eyes
I can see your dreams
you take my glasses
if necessary you look

to light a fire
waiting for the sun
the darkness of the night
always for secret

a small kiss
in your sweet dream
be happy
not important impossible

what is going on the earth
the earth is a stage
sometimes you are a figurant
sometimes you are in a lead
in your own movie

towards the end you don't know

no matter
crossing borders
sometimes need
for realize dreams

We forgot
the legend of heroes was lament always

my dreams inside the water
your image is blurry
my deepest secrets
empty surface

my meaningless gaze

you were sleeping
while the stars are drifting in the sky
you woke up from a nightmare
you just told me what you saw
the truth was more terrifying

memories are a cloud at the sky now
every beloved has left its shadow at the earth
our wound traces are in this pain songs
don't lets forget yesterday
it left its shadow

be careful
hurts ,your favorites
hits in your back
you said friend

go slow
do not rush
wait to time
what if returns

think well
not what you see
fraudulent images
you'!d be surprised too

legacy
A blank page
altough who fill
according to its
knows their

I opened the door with a kick
like locked
I was perceived as being out of the ordinary
as if there were rules to live by

I choked in tears
like I don't know how to swim
what you always knew
it is like it is helping

I calculated damage
like I want to know
I am cold from truth
like unreal comfort

(my poems are a human of screams)

you've blown your soul into the sky
not big plan in my eyes/only small steps  for target

I'm a very different in your eyes
it doesn't matter/at the end of the road

it is a sight in every color

don't remind me
why my hunger
my unending loneliness

I will live without question
this is the only way
painless wants to die my heart

for me this last request

Last birds
Migration time
My desolate trees

not wing
need wind
for rise

matrixing baby
in own secret
maybe without knowing it
they are carrying themself

like us

I saw you in the club been profiteering persons
you hit the hearts of the displaced
what was it your wound

I found you in the alones dock
unaware of my loneliness
what was it you are looking for

I asked you to lock the door
they were silent
what was it you hide

you never expect at the moment
income destructive blows

so always purchases gard

toyshop  dense
everyone is looking for
your own toy

it leaf a mark
the years from couldn't erase

no playing now

play end

on the limits roam
a toy in the hands of the winds
drifting into the unknown
or
live rutin

who will make the choice
ask us question

it was a drop water in the river
with the sun was steam
now a cloud in the sky
with the rain back

Monment  poetry:Life is a moment.The variability we live in the moment.A snapshot of everything(entity)

if you are very tired
you rest
if it is difficult
find another way

on the road you would dissolve
you without ever realizing

somewhere to time drags
trashes can not resist

where their stories,unknown

song of wind
in the time
travels soul

once songs
in the spreading sky
scream birds now

life is a cold soup
do you know never
people don't like
but everyone has to eat

mixed voices
in the forest
the call to everyone

moon behind cloud
wolves on lurk
listen to the desolation
the universe in the deep sleep

take another sip
want from life of cycle
erything in its own fiction