Wetting My Levi’s 501 Jeans

I’m longing for a changes in my life’s landscape
Stone cold of gloomed darkness…
beyond reach….
no peace
Accompanying a sickness is a great sacrifices….
The moon is the woman…..
above us
Go to a person
who can smell you anywhere and every where
He’s gonna be your true lifeline….
Trust me
The picture is the picture of never ending circle of life…
and beneath…….
The paths to wanting and rejection
Changes will come when we’ve changed ourselves

Sunday bloody Sunday…
I stood before me……
54 strewn bodies
all over the bloody places…..
When I was a journalist
back in Middle East
I’m already dead….
but cheating death
Back then
My breakfast was… when I woke up
in the morning..
I felt alive and had the chance
to live another day
No more hungers
No more fears…
of wetting my Levi’s 501 jeans…
carried away…. and thinking
of the unspeakable…
unthinkable
death
TodayI told my kids
There’s a moment I walked a long walk…
3 miles to school
Now they’d treasure each sorrow and pain..
with a deep sigh….
Tomorrow..
I’ll be braver
To face another…
Encounters
Everyday is a new life
Think about it
Do not waste it…
even an ounce