autumnautumn is not autumn everywhere,
although it is the same when of time,
and the same botany features!
"I won't live
and who cares?
life, drama, and philosophy;
clear to him,
wasted year after year;
became wiser by,
FeverShe took two steps forward,
With her shivering hands,
Her toes were free, touching
the fence with her bared feet,
She looked down when a drop
from her eyes fell, through the
breathe, washed away some dust
lied on the pavement from two days,
and as she was deciding what to do,
She heard someone behind her,
He jumped on the fence and walked
till his hand reached her cozy,
He seized her hands and grabbed,
He put them on his chest, and
took a loud breathe, but no beats,
He pointed to the tear drop, when
he disappeared in the shades,
Her tired gray eyes, and
the messy blond hair, and her
delicate lips, and white skin,
Not so smart, moreover weak,
Whenever it itches she scratches,
Where-ever it itches she scratches,
and hard times getting close,
and frustration, depression, disappointment
and failure became daily dose,
Sweet child, Kill yourself if you feel
you're finding salvation, but live your life
for more surprises...
Cairo, The River NileEarly hours, in Cairo's streets, Walking beside the Nile,
Everyone suits a remarkable outfit, and a silly smile,
And eyes looking at the wavy water blending, Blur,
and the pupil paints the colors, greenish blue,
The cars are fasting with a controlled speed,
When the sun sends the rays, to satisfy lover's need,
Where the black and white taxis, and yellow cabs,
breakfast, and gluttony of some drives them to kebab;
But it's not gentle for long due of time, on the Nile,
When the few numbers of cars become a large pile,
and the smoke and the mob, reflection of blinding colors,
When the speeding cars stop to walk in a stunner,
When the greenish blue turns yellow, or turquoise,
And the people go to work or wandering as in haze,
I don't know if I can replace those scenes with another,
but I'm sure of what I want, and the life I want to gather;
Walk the Nile and watch the stream, it might seem so blurry
in a summer's night daydream; feel the gentle rays touch
your skin, to make your fury go awa
Beautiful MindsNothing was clear that day,
When dogs barked in a strange way,
There was something wrong,
Little Johnny was suspicious,
He looked deeply in the fog,
Grabbed his dog from the dry earth,
and ran with all his power in the house,
He took deep breath, he was shivering,
When his mom rushed calling her precious,
"The myth of the mountain is true!"
He said, with a pale from the fear.
"Call your saviors, and bring the guns"
Little Johnny in the next day stood and said,
No-one will revive and save you, No-one care
for a small town like ours any more,
The folks laughed at Johnny, they said,
"Step down kid, don't be an ignorant fool,
Gods do miracles, Gods are thou saviors."
Little Johnny knew no Gods going to save them,
or take away the plague, no Gods going to feel,
What they will feel when they crush under
Those dark, blunt, and rusty blades.
Little Johnny and few brave, went away,
To fight for what is right, fight for their town,
But the enemy roasted them under fire,
and all those arrows made
Leave me, Crawl outsideI go home with my sad face and my troubled head,
I throw my eyes on the empty room, and lay on bed,
I am haunted by your ghost, she gets inside,
I do hear your voice clearly, do you call me from the other side?
I see you in my dreams everytime I sleep,
And ghosts creep inside me hollow so deep,
And I don't want to close my eyes, I don't want you crawl my soul,
I miss you, babe, But I can't live on this memory, anymore
and I wanted to take ya to Ibiza beaches,
to dance there everytime it rains,
or walk beside the coliseum,
and draw a smile on your face when we reach home,
And now I dance alone on Ibiza beaches,
While you survey Jupiter, mars and moon,
I still wear the ring with the funny pattern,
for you to remember my kisses when you fly Saturn,
Babe, I still visit your place, this ceramic stand,
and tears stream, fall on the drawn heart when I print my hand,
I can feel your soil, I can feel it all, but
Leave me alone your heart isn't mine anymore.
I dance alone o
my wife's babies ain't mine"No this ain't happening."
"why? it can work."
"I dun want it to work."
"but .. "
"no buts, this ain't happening."
"Oke, as ya like, but I thought ya wanted this child so much!"
"Yea, a child from my flesh and blood, not someone's else sperms."
"but you would be his dad, that's all what matters!"
"No, this is called deceiving my own self!"
"Oke, babe, dun get so mad at me, it was just a thought!"
"well! it is a retard thought, because if ya are having another man's sperms in your ovule that won't be mine, and dun try to convince yourself that this would be mine, or the baby will be born will be ours, but it is your baby and this man's sperms, those won't be our kid, nor I will love like a son."
"It was a stupid idea anyways, like ya saying I want to raise your babies and all this sweet talk."
"Yea, I meant every word but those babies I was talking about they were supposed to be mine too."
"So ya are not with the idea of sperm injections?"
"No, it is a stupid idea, so of t