”Daytime dreams”
It was the time that i had daytime dreams, can make my hands wet, then i could climb to biggest minaret,and darkness appeared all over the places,everywhere.. smelly ivies.. The women ..their size like a cup, their hands on their belly. I was walking beside to them, kept walking, and they became more, became many..i could be sure because of their silence. And so many stairs,i never believed that the end wouldnt come. I felt my heels was in pain.suddenly i stopped and faltered. Different stairs under the staircase…..it has been there before.i could see that time .and there was someone,trees sticked to its face,playing games under the staircase, because of dry and dead leaves, its eyes was indistinct,but i could see its eyes, but not clear. I was going forward to beside to that someone,it wasnt close that much it seemed to me. So powerful, strong wind helped to me with clean, smooth air for open my mind, i hold its hand,said to it ; ‘ i know your mother ‘ I have that kind a stories crossing in my mind. All the stories look like the story i wrote to you at the top. I have been had that kind a dream over and over again, it tries to remind itself to me again and again. And still i have those dreams. The same minaret, the same stairs… Then i meet my image recorder that i can make my life more meanfull and some part of my dreams show themself on the screen…just for now i am close to facts and reality, but i know that i can be beside to reality some day. That setuation should be. Because i have to feel like sleeping beside with those dreams side by side. We have to connect to our minds to each other like plants, like floating senses. We have to tie with our thosands of fingers and then no foxy ( evil ) thing can cross to us. It takes lot of my time to paint them and you know how i paint,what i use, you have them also. Those colours are part of touching and feeling to knowledge and colours are also personal, possibilities are like eternal, everlasting..and variable..and if i dont like one of them. Deleting process starts and i can destroy . because as you know,colours can change…in cruel way i have possibility to delete it, or it can be gift to loving person , and it stays at their home till forever. I dont know what should be , to things in my mind. Can they fit in to one life time ? i dont know… But i know, i will try and when i try, i will learn more technical informations and abililities and will find the ideas to put them in the way of convincing, in fast way, and selfish way. Scenes appears in front of my eyes. Then i paint them, then stick voices, they have also people, demons. They are waiting to meet each other. First one fight starts, it is unavoidable, i would like to see that. When they finish their fight, i start to make all those scenes order like rationalist and the name will be scenario. I have the the things that i read but dont understand them, it is too hard maybe because of my education wasnt reading, didnt train myself so cant analyse. Like every time i scramble for personal road, more internalise, more deep and about my soul..can i find method that i can make it own, so personal, so deep so about myself ? In meanwhile i keep to meet friends.YES ! internet is our blanket for all of us. I listen and interest ideas of my few friends. I have heart ,desires to create with each other, cant wait to make more… looking forward to it. I have got things to see in the night. I’m willing to fly and teleportation myself to my friends. I wish to live in the same apartment with my all friends. In summary, i am the man makes music also make videos, movies , paint them, put voices inside, and pack them, send them to you all. There is places , you can see and watch. YES ! under your blanket. ‘ From birth to monster ‘ is second one of the triad stories of mine. In First part, monster has been called like order, its mother‘s blood was white but itself was like in silence with sturdy way. It was really difficult birth, so painfull and pain was coming from deep. But it happens. Now mother is listening. At the third part, monster is in love and monster tries to understand whats going on, like struggling, events can go on, everything may happen and be continued because monster is too angry to possibility of meanless human kind‘s inequality..
Over the flying carpet
The monster woman stands there
She is a mother.
She fills out her belly to the monster
Makes her breasts full with sheeps And waits ther
They are impatient
So i can’t convince them for not to move
Just want that they make my dreams wet with salivaring lips
They want to get out of my mind Voices like a thunde
I have to sleep now Come what may ! whatever happens…
I am letting out this unhappy task Distraction for a moment
……..
No longer monster exists in my dream any more
