Treasure Island

Atef Ayadi


Romeo And Juliet


Juliet was
A Beach of beautiful trees of peach;
I am sure about that!

Romio
Was a son Of the neighbor of the same
Beach of beautiful trees of peach.

What is left from their story
Is only more suffering
For humanity.

So tell me lady,

What do you want?

And
I will tell you,
What I want.

and if you want,
i will start first!
and it is not about love strategies,
or being more or less seductive.

Tell me as if you are talking to yourself.

What exactly do you see
In yourself,
In me, in the world
your world or my world.

Take your time.


Tell me anything you want
And I will tell you
What I want
As a response
To your eternal request.

Here are white
papers,
A pencil in case
You could not say it,
Or you could not articulate well
or add something unreasonable
or silly to complete the picture.

Make it very simple
Or complicate.

It does not matter!

Whether, it is in written
Verbal,
Drawn,
Or in mute signs.

Just get it out
And free me as if you are freeing yourself.,
Or just free yourself
And i will free myself by myself
and i
always do.

Here are my hands,
My face,
My mind,
My eyes,
Your hands,
Your face,
Your mind,
Your eyes,

And other things
Which later will surface.

Just be frank;
I do not like to waste time
My time,
And your time and the neighbor time.

there is noting in
your long 'Aaaaaaaaaah! '
While your face is flying somewhere.
or your eyes tilt down or up
toward both sides,
except it looks like a golden neck bracelet.

It does not make any sense
In the dictionary of feelings, the non-sense, the common sense,

and all the absurdities.


It does not make sens to your senses.

Just express yourself.
You should,
You can,
And you aught to.

Just say it.
And die.
Vanish,
Disappear,
Or fly in the sky.

Just say what you want
Breath,
Assure,
Insure yourself,
And take the first step.

Anything else is
Twisting,
Lying to yourself,
About yourself,
To humanity,
About humanity.

So,
just say it.

There must be a reason
For any constipated feeling
And you do have the cure.

Submitted: Friday, June 15, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011

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