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TIME TO REST SAILOR
Dear,
As exhausted ships seek a shelter in a port
For a rest
I, finally. Wish to rest my head
on a thoughtful woman chest
Shedding thoughts, fears and tears
before, I drop asleep.
Here,
There are loads of naked chests
But not the type
that like to be cleansed by clean tears
Here,
There are roads leading to roads
along them,
If you stroll as I strolled
You would feel divided
your head would be crowded
with feelings
you would wish
they soon vanish ….
get buried in the basement of subconscious
as you bury your head beneath a pillow
trying to enjoy a break
to get up tomorrow
(the future yesterday)
feeling yesternight suppressed feelings
dancing all over the floors of your mind
then, in a search for equilibrium,
you compensate yourself
with a strong cup of coffee
a cigarette
but you get dominated by a sudden tempting thought
that , like a crazy ox,
makes you run in the roads again
recycling same old patterns
Insisting to engrave your point in the forehead of time
Insisting , to you, life must finally submit
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the original version of this piece has been written in Istanbul, Tuesday, 31 august 2010
But I rewrote it differently tonight.
Jan 14, 2011
2:30 pm
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