Time bombs are
the greatest inventions
of human history,

with its weapon being
just the striking hands
of the clock,

the ever flowing,
continuous flow
of the time and space,

there is no escape,
there are no shortcuts,
there can be no interruptions,
only time,

Time is perpetual,

our time is both short and long,
our time is both good and bad,
our time is both kind and merciless,

Time is a conquest,
time conquers us all.


In the harsh face of summer,
I see only two colors

Oh, beautiful star
spare us from this nightmare

I cannot see the way home,
the other side of the bridge
has become Helios’ hometown

For a moment,
cease a while

That I may not see the light,
the thought is enlightening
but as I perspire thoroughly,
though dead, I cross cultures

On occasions of great distress
I inscribe the horror that is you

political suicides,
world wars,
domestic rebellions,
civil wars,
ethnic cleansing,

What have we done?

In the harsh face of summer,
I see only two colors

In the harsh face of summer,
I ask only for forgiveness.


Let the winds flow
through the tree barks,

autumn has not yet come
yet I yearn for the leaves,

may my ship set sail
and open the sea,

though we part
I shall remember
the sound of silence
you left me with,

I glimmer
as the river flows,

It does not call your name
nor does it call anyone
even in the tides of our distress
it is the wall that blocked us all,

until then
may my ship set sail.


Our silence led us
to an underground passage
that led us to somewhere nice

full of crimson leaves
we tread through its call

If we ever see it again,
I shall fly through the wandering hill

where you and I first met
and how I always wander
how all of it ends.


I tried to stay away from the disaster that is called I

You, I, who depends on other people for acceptance

You, I, who is scared of being judged

You, I, who unknowingly destroys relationships

You, I, who does not want to exist

It is you, I, that I wish to destroy
It is you, I, whom I wish to conquer
It is you, I, that I will vanquish
It is you, I, whom I will overcome

It is you, I.


For the burning tree
there is no other flame
but the one that lives inside it
extinguished later by time
not to be seen again
by its creator
until it creates
yet again
another masterpiece
break me into pieces,
my masterpiece.


The drums, beating
startled our neighborhood, shocked
fireworks, cracking
startled our neighborhood, shocked
colorful lights, flashing
startled our neighborhood, shocked
people, laughing
startled our neighborhood, shocked
wheels, turning
startled our neighborhood, shocked
machines, working
startled our neighborhood, shocked
riptide, flowing
startled our neighborhood, shocked
sadness, destroying
startled our neighborhood, shocked
death, coming
startled our neighborhood.