Two men and a dog going for hunting

"Look what you have done!" the guest scolded the old man "his highness' hair is flying all over the place, you wont need any seasoning for your food from now on." He lowered his voice and narrowed his eyes while saying the last words of the sentence since he was well focused on the fly that he was gonna smash after a few seconds.
"You are a nasty man! That is disgusting! At least dont mention my food when you make this kind of connections between objects. You have already killed my appetite for today" the old man stopped combing the dog and rushed to the door. He pulled the door open so swiftly that it could not find time to scream this time.
The first attempt to hunt the fly was successful, the dog raised his ears without moving his body when the noise of the guest's slap echoed in the room. "Shit! That hurts, plus there is a tiny corpse on my knee" he whined.
"Why did you do it then?" the old man asked while he was shaking the dog hair off his pants and shirt at the threshold.
"I dont know" the guest shrugged, that was the best answer he had ever known. "The gramophone stopped again, is it older than you by the way?" he enjoyed pulling the old man's leg like that in return to his question.
"Age and its limitations is just an illusion my friend, Mr. time is very skillful to make us , the audience, believe his tricks" the old man sighed.
"Okay okay, if you start talking this way you will never stop I know. Lets go and hunt real stuff, bigger than flies. You say you dont have appetite but I am starving." The guest grabbed the old man's rifle that was hanging on the wall.
"It is damn hard to help a person who does not know that he knows, and it is worst when it comes to a person who does not know that he does not know!" murmured the old man while putting leash on his dog and placed a box of shells in his crossover shoulder bag.

Two men and a dog listening to blues

When he entered inside, the dog, at that moment indifferent to everything around, was pouting with sleepy eyes which became little wider as the door screamed while opening slowly to let the stranger in. What the dog could see from the place where he was laying was his light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots. He had been lazy to polish them and poor to replace them with a new pair. The old man, owner of the dog did not raise his head to see who came in first time after months till he finished the quote he was reading aloud: “I have no desire to move mountains, construct monuments, or leave behind in my wake material evidence of my existence. But, in the final recollection, if the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart…Then in living - I have made my mark.”
“T-h-o-m-a-s L. O-d-e-m Jr.” the old man said the name slowly, digesting each letter between his lips, as if revealing a secret. “Who the hell is he, another cracked bastard from your ontology of smartasses?” asked the stranger with light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots. “Not ontology, it is anthology!” the old man replied “besides, they are not cracked, they are genius people, they were in fact, most of them must be resting in peace now”.

“Fine let them rest then, why do you spend your time all day long just to understand what dead people once said? You are not able to even shave your beard and you are reading this rubbish to your dog! Look how bored he is!” murmured the stranger with light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots while rolling some more tobacco for the old man and for himself.

“I don’t shave but my shoes are always polished…by the way how do you know that my dog is bored of me?” asked the old man not expecting an answer, turned the page of his book, the anthology of geniuses in history, trying to quite thousands of ontological questions in his mind, stood up and placed another Ray Charles record on the gramophone turntable…


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Sacred Erotica

Like a graceful willow
letting its branch skim the water
he dropped onto her calmly.

Like a humble wretch
stepping into a sacred sanctuary
with his pure being
he entered her solemnly
leaving outside
all she would dislike.

He sowed in her tenderly
the forgotten peace
of some old times
and the deep sorrow
of his very own.

Like unlocking a treasure box
he turned with her
from west to east
his tears mixed with her sweat
on her warm neck.

If only time had
abandoned them forever
if only his lips
could rest on the neck
and the branch in the water
forever.

The Orange Sunset

As I push my side fringe
behind my ear, slowly,
you extend to me
your palm holding
a slice of orange

There is no other voice
one can hear
than of a bamboo windbell
and some lazy ocean waves

Did we forget all
we wanted to say or
are the words happier
coming out from
the eyes than the lips

There is no other guest
whirling around
than the naughty light beams
and a lost evening bird

As I sip my dark tea
you just poured, slowly,
the universe happily
records this moment
under its chapter of Peace.

time spins away

"...They say Dawn, dazzled by love, took Tithonus
in her rose arms to the utter end of the earth..."

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"...The moon has set and
the Pleiades, Middle
of the night, time spins
away and I lie alone..."

Sappho

Heaven's Earrings

"Did not I put the garland around your neck, did not I remove the pain from your chest?

Did not I blow pollens of peace into it so that you would live many springs happily and remember me?.."


Said the Lord of Heaven to her while she was listening in awe and the sparkles of her eyes were reflecting from Heaven's green earrings...



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