I am afraid That someone might come
And avoid me this war
Because I carry a dead name
And my strength is stripped of leaves.
...
Many birds
Will perch in this place
And pick up food crumbs
Here, Next to my shoe
...
Every Time he puts his hand
On a spot of shadow
Shadow leaps
And dress it a glove.
...
(To Tuesday’s gossips)
*
The comparison between Lattakia
and Paris
...
Don't say such trash about people!
What are you without people!
Put what I say now,
...
Born, lived, wrote, loved..and so near to death! been in a very few places.. Kavala, Diar baker, Lodeve...Paris.. and Londen latly... to read poetry.. My favorite place is Beirut..)
I Run After Everything That Runs
I am afraid That someone might come
And avoid me this war
Because I carry a dead name
And my strength is stripped of leaves.
I am afraid That someone might come
And say to me:
'Let the dead
bury their dead
and follow me! '
So I follow him
Dragging my dead
Inside my heart.
He goes along singing:
'I was not burn to follow anyone'
I follow him
singing:
'I was not burn to follow anyone'.
Because I lack everything
I eat the crushed garland leaves
And in every time
I forget if I do that
I die.
I am afraid That someone might come
And recognize my back among
the faces
and call me by name and nickname
and prevent me from going where
(my clothes suit the weather) .
He said he would block my way
I... my self
Don’t know my way.
I go with air.
I am afraid That someone might come
And grab me by my sleeve
or clutch my leg
so I can’t run
after
everything
that runs.
___________________________28/11/1999
why nobody adds any comments to my poems.. are they such perfect! ! ? ?
You are the most perfect human in the whole World