Heart Controller

“ Elegance is a form of a walk, Should always be associated With, I would say, arrogance, Indeed, only few would be Part of the upper loyal class, And it all starts from a walk, It is a must in this sick society, To distinguish us from them, For I will never make a turn If they are leeching around, Never should filth be mixed With any aristocratic human. ” A piece of art written beside A grave that is very similar To the grave lying next to it, How ironic will it be if both Repelled each other’s scent, And chose to walk a path Of agony in a diseased era, Only to realise that death Not only did it not do them Part, but also kissed fate On its cheeks removing all Forms of human elegance. Tuesday, 23 rd of June 2015

She sits in a big diner, Red roses on the walls, She orders something, Ah yes, a cold milkshake, Crushed with strawberries, Crimson for a colour, From a unique plant, It is said that it got that Particular colour from A sacred blood of a Prince drenching the Soil of a blessed forest, And today’s special Will be hers’ alone! Tuesday, 23 rd of June 2015

The time slows as we rise through a nimbus cloud Into the heavens we sing an adorable ode aloud, And as you shine like a sun and as I your reflection, And as we show the world how to live in affection, We swim freely in a universal love we share together, We draw a smile. We hold hands. We dance forever, Then you show me a wonder of your greatest form, So magical that I hold you tight, our skins so warm, And with a slight twinkle from a not-so-distant star, I gaze into your eyes thinking how dear to me you are. Monday, 22 nd of June 2015

You see into my heart every evening, And I try to get closer, To show my feeling for you, To be transparent, To be the only thing that your eyes Looks at when you enter my room, Do you know how many times Have you touched me? I do for I feel closer now than ever, And now I have the courage to Write this letter for our hearts to merge, But I do hesitate, For a valid reason, Remember when I said that You see into my heart? I fear that you’re actually daydreaming, Not appreciating my existence, Instead, you gaze into the beautiful Moon and think of someone else, But I write this confession, A piece of my heart on paper For yours to know, accept, and return. With Love, Bedroom Window Thursday, 18 th of June 2015

Imagine the wilderness arrived Suddenly at your car boot sale, How big of a space will she rent? Will she pay in our green notes? Or sacrifice her green leaves? What would she bring to sell? Will she bring empty cans of, I don’t know, beer and soda? With many useless plastic bags? Will she bring animal corpses? Suffocated in polluted waters? In fumed air? In poisoned plants? Will she create potions for couples, Not only to love, but to care and Adore her own natural beauty? Will she bring postcards sent From neighbouring wildernesses To form an excruciating poem? Thursday, 18 th of June 2015

Take me to live on a surreal landscape Carved with beauty on an oil canvas, Take me to a colourful orchestral song Where the organs numbed in wonder, Take me to mammals and flying birds, Cold-blooded reptiles and amphibians, Take me to the space filled in vacuum, Glamorous stars twinkle in constellation, Take me to a place beyond the universe, Beyond the dark and beyond lightness, Take me now to somewhere very close, Closer than your arms, eyes, and heart, Take me on a very long unique journey, Or short, shorter than your lips to mine, Take me today, tomorrow, and forever, Whenever you decide to go, take me! Saturday, 13 th of June 2015

“You arrive to confiscate my heart, You tie it around the streetlights With a thick rope as if on a leash, My heart? Leashed? Why o’ why?” Prince and princess on her night, A dazzling wedding full of flowers. “Blooming lilies hanging by your Neck, while mine rope becomes Even tighter, unable to breathe, Unable to express any emotion.” Princess pulls the rope to drag The prince on the floor enslaved. “On my wedding night treated As a worthless flesh, and her Eyes watch in great pleasure, While mine are dried in fear.” Prince and princess on his night, Preparing the bed is completed. “I might be in a circus, a clown, Where she laughs hysterically, Claps chaotically while the rope Gets tighter for the last time.” Princess unties the rope and Spits fire on the dead rapist. Thursday, 11 th of June 2015

For the eyes to wonder in a book, And a chef teaches how to cook, Will we ever find a treasure piece? And forever live in a world of peace? For the eyes to explore another page About warlords and a wizard's rage, Such is the comparison of today's time, Rhythmic beats lost in an epic rhyme. For the eyes to listen in deafening silence, Rediscovering nature's magical essence, To let an apartment block in a major city Is to follow a materialistic life in self-pity. For the eyes to create a majestic drawing, And voices of birds merge into a painting, Juggling fateful footsteps as it sings, Spreading those royal angelic wings. For the eyes to tell amazing stories About a wise man in his mid-forties, Who lost his soul and a bit of his mind, And wrote this book about mankind. Tuesday, 16 th of June 2015

If I’m not allowed to edit a piece Then I would never be able to speak Logical symbols with infinite formation Dissociating within a line and then Picked up like a flower one by one To create a deleted memory And if not for editing and a bit of Pause my assembled thoughts would Devour the sanity of many minds And produce something like this. Saturday, 13 th of June 2015

What is your name? We call you River, But I know that my mother called me, So what did yours call you as a kid? What do you call this land you live on? Wait a minute! How old are you? You must be ancient, oh if that’s so, Then who have we inherited this Brilliant view? So fresh, so beautiful, Who came before them? You know The history more than anyone, yeah? Have you written it down? Do you Write anything? Do you have an Archive about everything? Do you Converse with the land? With the Swans or the fishes? Have you tried To reach to us? Send us a message? To one of us? If you have, what did You say? Have you hidden anything Within your surreal waters? Do you Have a secret? Because I know I have! Friday, 12 th of June 2015

Tell me of a reason where trees would voluntarily extend their arms towards the sky, Tell me of a reason where men needed to devour ancient canopies for a piece of land, Tell me of a reason where bricks needed to reach an air that nurtures birds and deer, Tell me of a reason where symbols needed to be carved selfishly for a poetic memory, Tell me for I have lost count on the amount of modern cities built on ancient ashes. Friday, 12 th of June 2015

You arrive to confiscate my heart, You tie it around the streetlights, You use a thick rope as if on leash, My heart? On leash? Confiscated? Who am I to you and you to me? A prince for the gorgeous princess, On her exotic floral wedding night. Your soul and the lilies hanging by Your neck – while mine the rope Gets even tighter, unable to breath, Unable to express any feelings, You pull the rope and I’m dragged. The princess watches in a VIP seat, Enjoying a scene in a theatrical show. You put me in a circus, and you Make me into a clown, laughing Hysterically, clapping chaotically, The rope gets tighter, and your Eyes keep watching the suffering. The princess enslaved the prince Into darkness to welcome death. Thursday, 11 th of June 2015

They're listening behind bars That they themselves created, And he is no different than the Likes of those disgusting men, Never will you see me smile Again on his face or theirs, So refrain from inviting him To our intellectual gatherings, He has shown neither heads Nor tails without that smirk, As if he knows everything About the world or even me, An arrogant creep that will Continue to belittle my gems, And as I rise above mountains To deliver a peaceful message, I observe many who hug me In a great emotional friendship, While the likes of him will be Void of any tiny notice, always. Wednesday, 10 th of June 2015

We live in a very strange world, The poor walks miles to eat food, The rich walks miles to burn food, The two cross on this wide road, One hitchhikes and one drives by, Both notice each other’s presence, Both start to wish for a transfer, Tiredness into effortless luxury, Complexity into old simplicity, They think for few more seconds, Kilometres keeps them apart, One takes an old rusty truck, One clicks his gadget for a call. Wednesday, 03 rd of June 2015

Disintegrate for I have judged a piece of Meat not even worthy of mentioning, Disintegrate for all bonds have been sliced Beyond repair revealing a sooty flesh, Disintegrate for maggots have been allowed To swarm a loathsome rotten mind, Disintegrate for the time of a peaceful Chat has switched to fumed smokes, Disintegrate for the harshness in my Voice have snapped into lethal pikes, Disintegrate for the desert has sworn To protect the footprints I produced, Disintegrate for earth has witnessed Days of mountainous lies and arrogance, Disintegrate today, tomorrow, and Forever for I can't stand your presence, Disintegrate for the twenty-five-year-old Bond has just been severely disintegrated. Wednesday, 03 rd of June 2015

Day twenty-four of this challenge, A job where I do not need to speak, Where I can form linguistic shapes Using only my smile and few limbs Oh! There is a client parking nearby, I can imagine his old dirty vehicle Miraculously turned into a luxurious Car with my own wand I call hands, Indeed, my limbs redefined nature, They showed the world a magical Aura which begins from these steps: Right hand sign waving for a wash, Teeth as bright as the white moon, The backbone up straight. Confident. I walk looking directly at the client, Wipes and brushes I carry along, The driver exits and looks at me Behind those glaring sunglasses, He doesn’t smile turning his back, Disappointment creeps into me, He turns and says: “you clean?” I nod eagerly for the few coins, This poetic work means everything, “How much?” and I only sign ten, “Okay, thirty minutes?” I nod, Off he goes and off I go, him to Shopping and I to washing dust, A substance th...