11- Where I come from

Where I come from the trees are greener
The birds are always awake
The sky is always smiling clouds;
The nights always celebrate the birth of a new day and morning is in harmony with the night that is yet to come..

Where I come from you don't need a reason to be happy,
Sadness is only in existence to give meaning to happiness;
Happiness is with you in all moments;
Where I come from music is the melody that the watch make.

Where I come from everyday is a celebration;
You don't need a reason to come together and be happy;
People smile don't make you yellow;
People words don't aim to hurt you,
They actually have a meaning.

You may ask where it is that I come from?
Where I come from does not exist,
It cannot be found on maps;
Where I come from is located within me.

10-Trying to make sense of it all

Woken up from a 21 years slumber; I realized my entire life lived till now had no meaning that can be used as a good foundation for the tomorrows to come. I was doing many things, but why, I did not know, I was doing it mostly out of conformity, to what, let say the people around me!
Spend 80% of my 21 yeas studying, I guess it was good, maybe it was the only knowledge that I can consider at least near absolute, but I am pretty sure they too have their loop holes.
So what now? What is after this awakening moment?
I do not know; maybe it is a moment; maybe it is a phase thing, maybe in two weeks time I forget it all and have a good laugh if I remember it, but for now I know if I can remember this moment in weeks/days to come, I shall live a conscious life with decision make by reason, so at least if I do make a mistake I be less sorry since at least I tried to do the right thing, tried with good intention.

PS: Those two are my cats when i am sad they always seem to know it, as as soon as i turn they are there!

9-Punch line of my thoughts

I was born on earth;
Yet my nature is nothingness;
Beside my biological existence I do not know why I am me?
Yet I do exist!

I belong to no nation;
My mind is free;
My limit is where my mind takes me mentally.

My Sorrows and pains are common;
There is nothing special about them;
You all have them, dont assume that I am saying you are ordinary no;
But understand that you also have felt my pains; I am not an extraordinary thing;
Yet it is extraordinary that I exist.

My home lays behind those mountains,
Which one? You may ask me?
I do not know, I was hoping I would find by the direction of your face.

I write in hope of making my mental image visible to my rational side;
Yet nothing I write seem to make sense;
My poems are as free as a Balkan Gypsy;
Just like them they also admire the moment;
Yet at the end they are broke as can be,
Broke tired and puzzle;
Yet they live and continue to live, ahhh how good is to be gypsy.

My mind even lies to itself;
No do not trust it;
Yet listen to it;
It likes to talk and listen;
Listen as part of been good is been a carrying thing.

My words belong to nothing;
They are only a sound that comes from within me
They tend to make sense time to time;
So they say, but yes time to time;
Yet there is nothing special about them;
We all can make the same noises;
Yet time to time I hear extraordinary combination made with the words I spoke;
No not by me; by others;
There is something extraordinary about words.

It is now time to make the punch line of my poem;
But once again nothing comes to mind;
So here it comes, ?

8-Familiar faces

Familiar faces;
I see many;
Most of them smile at me,
Few just stair,
Some blink a few times, tilt their head down , and than walkaway.

I also see many new faces,
Yet I feel I know them,
I don't know how but I know I know them'
Yes I know them for sure'
They too like me are alive'
They too also feel pain,
Feel joy,
Them too also have faced ups and downs,
Maybe more, maybe less, nevertheless we all felt some feelings.

Tell me why it is hard to get along?
Is there more to life than this?
Isn't life is all about been able to link and associate to one another?
Or maybe this is the key to friendship?
I don't know, but all I know when it comes to feelings we all feel and in that way
We are all the same, as we all breathe!

7.A walk on path of life

Today I took a walk on the old road of memories, I flipped a few pages from the book I call life; You know trying to figure it all out;make some kind of sense; No not to philosophies but to he a human. Today I saluted the steady river I call time, And thanked the rock under the steady river, I call them memories; Today I saluted the sun I call hope, I kissed hands that gives me meaning, I call it mother; Today I spok to few good things; I call them friends; I jumped for joy what I call been alive. Today I thanked my self, just for once; Maybe life is not bad after all.

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Smile; Tomorrow maybe worse; yet you manage just like you did all the time

6.Love is walking distance away...

I meet her at the street of time,
Next to the junction of dreams,
Right where hope and darkness meet and form the unknown,
You know right in the front of the photo gallery of life.

She was drinking what appeared to be wine,
Or maybe it wasn't wine,
Maybe it was just a water shining upon her red lips,
What ever it was, it made me lose myself in time.


I walked towards her,
My friends latter told me she was only few meters away;
But it felt like a thousand miles;
Nevertheless I kept on walking;
I walked, I walked and I walked;
Near I got; I smiled and walked away;
I walked away wondering what than?
What can make me happy? This moment that I think I am inlove
Or latter when it all comes crumbling down?

Regardless of the outcome the temptation to dare to love someone is a great feeling to me!
So I shall walk again soon, no matter how slow, or no matter how I never get there;
I still shall walk and stop and walk again.

5-Dancing under the willow tree

After my death
Bury me under a middle age willow tree;
No perhaps an apple tree,
Maybe the apple gives them a reason to come to visit me;
Maybe plant a few willow trees;
I always liked how they danced with the wind;
How they are flexible to its kisses and harshness;
How no matter how tough the wind gets; they still dance and dance and dance.


On my grave stone don't write my name, nor my age, nor anything with words;
Just a question mark, with a few confused smiles around it; so it can be symbolic;
Sometimes no words can express the nice feeling a simple smile give you;
I always liked symbols best; I like simple signs that make you happy;
Some times a simple smile to one's face is better than thousand books written
in dedication to them.

When I die remember me not with tears;
Tears are good only if brings joy;
In my life I failed to see such tears yet;
Remember me only if you feel happy;
Forget me if you must;
But never cry.