Where Else My Poetry Falls

They're trying to find the boy who lost in the subway of a  busy road of Oxford Street. but I know  they can't, because the boy they speak does not exist, even in this real world nor in the virtual, but among the million stars, he lives the alien ship, I can see it, and it's blinking gives me hope, I'm not alone anymore,

Die like me, inside and outside and don't talk and forget all, like the rest who forgets the deads. Be patient when you're alone, under the ground, when worms enter in your stomach, like the dreadful dreams. think about who you loved and who loved you most, that what will make you know, you haven't forgotten at all.

He fears those things he loved once Colourful toys and his painting books And they smiled and he laughed he gave them colours and he was their god They told the tales and he listened And they danced with the songs he sang he found and he lost, those things he loved once In his cupboard, he heard the cursing sounds, And their whispering screams And their dusty noisy coughs Those days are gone, and the child is no more He is dead and his joyful mind Blinded  heart has forgotten such toys Creepy hands have forgotten such arts But the toys are waiting, soon he will change Colours will bloom once again by his hands..

Like a flowing river of blue My mind goes to faraway oceans Swims through the silence of the seas Where my Moon dissolve into the blues Deep in the sea there I see  Glowing dreams like a starry  night Keeping secrets in the secret shells And where tears become the precious pearls Golden colored joyful sand  Mixing with my Pouring sea of sad I know, now I'm free from the regrets of past And I live in this blue, in this Shadow of the sea When the moon raise up in the night And I'll climb and run away with him I left my secrets, memories and pain Now I'm free,  to go with the moon

call me when you need me even if I'm sleeping underneath, waiting for the lives they lied about, remembering about the past, a life I wasted, if your call can bring me back don't call me now, the present is a whore, call me when the darkness crawls into the whole planet, in everyone's eyes, when the moon breaks into two, when the sun finds it's true beauty, when it becomes a black hole, when it happens, I'll awake from the sleep that when sing me a sad song about the horizon's grave, and wear a dark colored dress to impress me I'll wrap the long night all over me, we can rule this kingdom of hell, we are the god's bastard children

I know I can make you cry I wish I would never try be there, I wanna make you high but I don't know where you're hiding.... where  you're hiding..... In your dark forest... in those deep woods I lost. searching for you searching for you searching for your love... in your deepest oceans.... through those creepy mountains searching for you searching for you searching for your love... where you hide... show me a way to you an easy hard way to you... or you'll never get high... you'll never get high... you'll never ever never ever get high... I know I can make you cry I wish I would never try be there, I wanna make you high but I don't know where you're hiding.... where  you're hiding..... or you'll never get high... you'll never get high... you'll never ever never ever get high... you'll never get high... I'm searching for you...

When she roves the path, the sun delights And it's a morning, which never ever end As far as she walks, before the winter light Brings the smiles, when the sun melts her clouds Book she holds and its luminous flying words Made this way, and her journey is a tale Which whispers by the wind with its chords He is her map and she flows with his wails A lonely heart or a troubled head, which seize Her love and her trapping muse, hide in the depth Where the ocean meets her sun, before her ease Which, bring the past, has the colour of death Make her a way, before I reach the end Paths aren't alike but the end is same

we should pretend ourselves, all those kisses we made were just touches of skins all those lines of poetries were some annoying words we wrote to praise each other time we spent together, was just another nightmare, and we burned some shits together.

how could we burn the past, we had no choice and we ran, through the mountains with no cliffs through the jungles with nothing dark in the woods, what we found on our way, memories of past that we lost, this journey has found its end now it has become a terrific way to suffer together.

I heard the song of  flowering  plants, Struggling sound with full of rhymes. I saw the rainy clouded dronish sky, Worries painted with dark and grey. Whispering pines like a divine chant, deeply goes into the mind as a hope A girl from the north with  her chilly red lips, Colouring the berries by her pure kisses Heal from those something create obstacle, I do realize it's a song that never been real, Flowering plants and chanting trees, Never been real, an imaginary dream. A Dream I feel more comfortable when I see, Damnit, it's never gonna be a real one but I feel the struggling and I feel the song When I awake, the song goes and life starts again...

In her light red lips My moon shines Before her smiles And her murmuring muse My light burns her past she shines for my fortune With my light Now, I'm her sun

Far away from the hill, a whisper or a breathing sound in a breeze, and some resounding echoes and I fear, who Is, the devil or the god, who sleeps in the rise. Afraid of life you give, the food I ate, the earth you made the water which flows and the rules you made to fear my life Live the world with the bless you give I'm your son not your slave I'm a free man not your pet Punish me and put me in hell Or kill me and slice me to pieces If you do, you are not the lord, Nor the god nor the devil I speak I will argue you for the truth, I need you to speak, I have my right, before my death O god , O devil, who sleeps in the sky, awake from the sleep and answer my questions, Why you raised such praising filthy pigs? Why you created us, as your slaves?