God designed the world

How many times have I avoided the rebellion in my eyes

What kind of a game is this?

In the garden of art

To regenerate

Letters are rotting in my brain

Wanting revolution

Route?

Ignorance

Non-the less silence

My love is my pen

Second-hand words are cursed

This scene should change

The world is space, its space is God

For the sake of love…

For I is it Rosemary? Or its scent?

Reminding me of the woman’s loneliness

As the rosemary’s, basil’s and jasmine’s are running out of the mountains

Oh God it is the place of my death

My love, I get lost in the green of your apocalypse

Carry on longing my eyes,

In between embers and eyes

I decided to become rich

And I will be selling laughter

While the children are disappearing

They decided to increase the amount of the schools.



©Günsel Djemal 24.12.2011