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Rage
There is a simmering volcanic rage which bubbles in your throat. You have seen this boy shot at the back of the neck, frozen in midair, in the act of running from the bullet, and then sprawling across those dreams which have no windows to look out of. Blood from his mouth, over his arm, the eyelids closing on a world I am forced to forget and forgive, the muscles relaxing for the final time and then the last breath reaches your ear which snaps all the anger for the bastards who kill, into place; you are rage, there is no turning back and you will kill too and think it is now right and you know I can't stop you, I will not stop you, don't ask me why because that was my boy and I choose to be rage, I have not forgiven and want revenge, just this one time, there is no sense in all this I know, this is rage and till tomorrow I will not give it up. By Kerem Durdag Drenched Leave me alone world, leave me alone I am making love to a meteor ask me nothing of your aching I am burning in ice, dust and fire tell me not of your blood and screams I am meditating the future hide from me your trivial champagne gossip I am riding a black horse oh hills of heaven slip away your hisses of doom I am crying for mists of the past pocket the bombs and rapes I am langouring under an open wombed sky but stay whisper to me that the day will end well the dirt under my nails will disappear dance with your soul around me we need to keep the darkness at bay read in a loud voice, prophecies by lunatics, the aching of our lives needs to be swallowed run over my back with your bare feet I need to know I am mortal paint all your suspicion and doubt as graffiti on my arms I have to wade through rivers of hate there is hope in a drenching by romantics leave me alone and stay at your discretion. By Kerem Durdag |