A magic woods

She said, do you like the woods?

 She said I know a magic wood.

 I'll be going there tonight. 

Barefoot on the snow trail

With a face full of a smile 

I'll wait for the wolfs by the tree, 

To come

Let them tear-off part by part of my body

They will, from this pain, set it free

While your love was whispering
 Cloddy and pail 

She said, do you like the wood?

 She said I know a magic wood.

 I'll be going there tonight. 

The Halting Mare of Mine

Her last waterfall of light extinguished on her croup.

And her mane doesn't hide stars.

While she waits for me, the halting mare of mine

The dusk engulfs the azure.

And that echoes sigh of hers

sees that her eyes

have long been in my nest,

just the thorns.

Her moist nostrils are only there to extinguish,

in my cave rooms,

the last flame of the compassion

So the silence whispered to the ear

It's going to strike

a bullet in her hot, bloody chest

my stoned hand

and in my lashes drops will not burst,

Siberian dark of mine

That little white European lady

That little white European lady,

 In a white egg swing from China.

 She was paying well

With a skin brighter than an Arab horse

 For which my Palestinian blood boils to me

 That little white European lady

Paid well for the last act as well to me.

And now I will slowly pull on the curtains,

And you lightly, dear, undress.

In the hot crotch receive me

You bore well, now rest

Just to never finds out, that little white European lady,

as she is in a wrecked caramel castle, dreams.

Poetry

Oh, Lord, who is above us,

Guide me what to do.

Because I find no words to tell her this fact

I have rung a new doorbell

Leaving my rib in a living hell

While I smiled at our first date, I smelled like tantalizing aromas my rib chose.

As she looked into my eyes, those were already reflectors of my rib.

As she stood facing me, she did not know that sent me here to save me from harm used to be my rib.

While she lay beside me, who took care of myself and accosted to me was my rib.

While she was kissing me, I suffocate in private mourning, my rib.

When I proposed her, she did not recognize that I had left in tears my rib.

Oh God you who are above us,

I don't know what to do,

because I have lost my rib

Poetry

Oh, you, created sorrow of mine,

Why do you consider me a prince of your heart?

My desire is fleeting.

My voice sneaks in the lamb a wolf.

There are no remorse and bleating

Why do you give the hungry dove the grains of your spirit like minced meat

Oh, so sweet

 So what if my mother dreamed of messenger Muhammad

I'll drink your blood on hot rods until you turn your back.

Because I have other stars, dear of mine