Sugar spoon holding a river

A coffee scented breath flew into a coyly sparkling aura, a trembling candle flame:

"Here you are,
a sugar-spoonful of remedy for you.."

"What remedy? I wasted so much time thinking of 'to save others or to save myself', who said I should save something/someone anyway, who is gonna save me in the end, God? Maybe...
If we were certain of these things probably time would not possess wealth to be misused or watched over constantly..."

"Sssshhhh, you just rest now, dont misuse your mind...close your eyes and listen, listen to the water, imagine the water is carrying you, no need to worry about where the river is running to...feel light as a long-expected guest and don't doubt your host's hospitality. Take yourself as a blessed guest in this world."

The trembling candle flame slowly fell asleep.

The coffee scented breath ordered one more coffee.

The maroon curtains

...A dazzled face popped out from behind tilted open heavy maroon curtains hiding the rest of the body, hiding the rest of the play, hiding the rest of a lifetime...


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The Old Man's Winter Tales - Part 1

"Fuck you baldhead! You have nothing in your chest but a bug's heart. You stole the sweet voice of gleeful birds. You bastardized my mercy!" Roared a disappointed soul that has been fed by faded dreams. This did not feel enough, though, to release the compressed resentment.

"Hey, stop there! Shut your cancerous mouth." Echoed a soul within the soul. "Forgiveness is probably the best virtue and as Francis Bacon once said:
"Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed, or crushed: for prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue.” "

Fiona started singing 'slow like honey'.

Then they both sat on a star and lent an ear to the earth once they lived on, to people who fell asleep mumbling these: "Can one know joy without having tasted sorrow? Can one appreciate hope without having experienced despair?..."

They couldn't quite discern if the baldhead was looking up to the very star they were on...

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- Enough, man! The fire is almost dead and the dog is snoring. You can continue writing about the ghosts tomorrow.

- Ok, fine! You always act as if I am the guest and you are the host. By the way, I am not writing about ghosts. Shit! Look what u did, the bloody ink is all over my shirt.

- Not me, it's you. You are too old to play with pen, I am gonna buy you a typewriter when I have some dough in my pocket.

- You mean to say never.

- Whatever...Brrrr, I hate winters!.. Hey buster, gimme an extra blanket.

gone not noticed

what can we be sure of anyway
paws don't know how tender it might be
the place they jump onto

it's a matter of moments
it's a dirty business not noticed
one of those moments
the heart shifts, spins ,transports
it's a dirty business that
kicks time in the guts
gives time nausea

tongues don't know how sweetly and easily
they can nail, screw, pound, crush
it's a dirty business not noticed

collect, then, the said sailing
in the space,
pack them, stamp them unsaid
for the next receiver
and

hand me some bandages

what can we be sure of anyway

w o r d s torn into letters

"why did you live me"
said he
"lacking inspiration
thanks to thee"
his mouth fell down
as he intended to add
what
she will never figure out
then he knelt and started
crawling,searching
for his words
scattered around
from his mouth
rolling on the ground

glittering but lost words
like some jewels
long forgotton
laying in an old purse

Give 'em this, give 'em that

"Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics." Gabriel Marcel

Mad cow, bird flu, swine flu...All kinds of contagious diseases are available in the big belly store of the world so that humans would not be left alone without an agenda (!) Animals volunteered to help them in their fight against their worst enemy: boredom! Is not worrying better than angst?(!) There should be no room for humans of our times to feel detached from their lives for detachment is fatal, questioning their existence and the given meanings is fatal(!)There should be no time for getting lost in thoughts and staying idle(!) Give them some statistics, they like mathematics, give them something to fight against, they love struggling, taking precautions (!)...

what to drink in winter?

Lullabies, ancient ruins, sahlab, company of a book, numbness of existence and "our thrownness", human ridiculousnesses...oh well, lullabies...hope, yet hope!

Luban Al Hubb

What is this, amber-like,
Renascence of which
I witness?
Cool and velvety
Amorphous too
Rosewater and frankincense
Some sweet titillation
Cat's eye and emerald
Embroidered tulle
And musky perspiration
The trees yawn and smile
Wood cracks, gives birth
To a healthy fire
Everything feels green
And red now
But no!
Drinking the juice of life,
Celebrating it like boswellia
Can't be told like that
By some gibberish on a blank leaf
Of my vast arcadia

Watching the Exit Lane

Some people leave this world, the feast, like leaving a table with a little bit of Crème Chantilly on the corner of their lips and a content smile on their faces...

Some leave this world, with sweat and dirt on like angry gladiators in an arena or like burning horses in a racetrack...

And some leave here like pulling their resting legs out of a cool river, like dropping a silk nightgown slowly down from their shoulders to the floor, like blowing a small white feather from their palms back into the air...

Two men and a dog cutting it short

Guest - Just get rid of the whole damn thing!

Old man - Maybe for once you are right. It gets itchy this time of the year. Gimme your razor.

Guest - You will look 10 years younger, I tell ya,(smirk)and maybe make a girlfriend again.

Old man - Once a woman told me: "You are a 6-feet plywood who happens to appreciate art and wisdom". So the beard would not make a big change.

Guest - (laughter) She must be a smart cookie this one, I tell ya!

Old man - Another thought I must have hidden behind a tree when God was distributing everybody their share of his compassion.

Guest - Tree, plywood? What is this timber business man? I bet some other bitch named you pinokio.

Old Man - First, dont call them bitch, second, I have never lied to my women.

Guest - Don't know about that but you are the most merciful person I have ever met. For example you let me stay here with ya for don't-know-how many days now...

Old man - First you get their habits like borrowing a jacket from someone in a cold evening and you are not likely to return it although it does not fit you well. Their habits become yours before you know it. And you start to believe that you are the exact person they describe. They make you believe that you are a heartless gaffer. In fact you sadly see that you have done everything to deserve being called so.

Guest - Whatever, let's cut this short, you are givin' me a headache..

Old man - (Sigh) Okay, gimme the mirror now, I am almost done.

Guest - What is next? The dog?

Old man - No, first the grass in the yard...

Sometime between 5 - 9:30am

I came across three civilizations/communities one after another.

First was the sea people. Dark sky, fat waves and a big , conventional ship made of wood. The captain hired me to work on the ship. When I asked how I could renew my visa he said he never arranged worker's visa for those who worked for him and I needed to cross the border where the graveyard is and come back with a new visa everytime the old one expires.
I got in but the ship started shaking suddenly as if there was an earthquake center of which was the sea right under us. I flew out, dove into the water and looked at the ship from a distance and saw a huge mouth chewing our propeller. It was a whiteball-like crane...

Here comes the second community people of which sent the crane to sabotage us, the sea people. Then we were taken captives, our wooden ship was invaded. They were high-tech but rude to their women.
The only way we could find to escape from them was a witchcraft spell. An elderly, mysterious woman from among us stabbed their chief in the back with some magic pin after which she apologized him and the ground where the chief stood split into two, leaving them in the north and us in the south.
Now we could ran away from the ship but there was a small boy from the high-tech people stuck in between, sitting in the crack calmly and looking at the screen of a computer in front of him. I came back to the ship to take him with us but he refused. I started to go to the direction where the others went...They had already taken a long way while I was far behind...

And finally there is the third community, the King's people. Our next destination is their medieval castle guarded by monster looking men with shaven heads.
The people of the ship dressed like the King's people, learned some phrases from their language. Their will was to get in the King's territory as immigrants. There were also some animals with them in the caravan. An eagle, a monkey and a turtle. But the monkey was carefully hidden inside the metal cylinder placed on the head of the eagle, probably monkeys were not allowed there. The eagle was having hard time to keep the monkey back in the cylinder everytime his head popped out. The turtle was sick apart from being slow, so he was the last one entering the castle. I could see all these clearly although I was not with them at that time.
I met a woman and her child on the way. Three of us were left behind and there was no way to ask for an immigrant status from the King for such a small group like us. She and I decided to pass through the guards saying that we were the bedroom slaves for the King. It worked, we slipped inside but it did not take long before we heard some women talking in a toilet about one of the bedroom slaves of the King who was dead because of the damage in her womb caused by the giant penis of the King. There was blood all over the place and a cleaning lady was sweeping the blood off the ground using her bare hands.

We were terrified! This was when I woke up.
A ship worker, a captive and a slave...Doesn't sound very pleasant, huh? I wish I could sleep more and visit a fourth community, maybe a blessed one, as an honored guest...Or maybe it is already a blessing not to have to face the King:)

The Haunting Instinct

Not eighteen anymore
nor to be a part of some revolution
and save some society
Alas, there is that ancient whisper,
that fire in the belly:

"You gotta either DO or BE something!"

As if these two are distinguishable...