Permanent …one word and you can adore life with it

You can adore cautiously but permanently

You are in love hopelessly

Sky laughs at you for your blindness and exaggerates in return by its

Grayness, challenges you with the exact  hour of

creativity

Five minutes, not a minute more

Full with mistakes, and apologetic

Knowing that this is poison, and I should not open it ever again

Permanent, but never

Permanent …still forever…

hayerenov, lav che

Metz chankerov, hbardanalov

Knkoushoutyamp uzetsi kal im errort trichkov

Kez kov,

Pnav cheyi portsatz im mayreni lezvov, inchu kides?

Irakanutyan modig gizkam

Ansousd ches imprner, hansgnali e

Anpayman krnas kushagel, kani vor

Tun al arvestaked, jbdun terasan min yes

 orerov ororvatz

Yerkerov, mnatsyal pnutyan orenknerov

gi kaskatzim minchev aysor, intzi ge hishes?

new in turkish

Ikinci

Hani bir tasla iki kus vurmak derler ya,

Iste sen oyle bir seysin

Nerede durursun su hayatta bimem

Unlumusun-unsuzmusun

Bakarmisin, hatirlarmisin?

Donencenin bir parcasisin degil mi?

Sevgiyle kal, engelsizlerin cocugu, sig diyarlarin

Derin sarkisi,

yas her zaman cekici geldi biliyormusun?

Hani nasil hissedersin soyle; benim olmayan cemberin icerisinde

Veya ait olmadigim

Iyiki gencliginde tanimamisim, gencligimde vefasizdim

Simdi saltanatimin pesindeyim, doyumsuz ezgilerin tarafinda

Bilgisiz, cahil yankilarin karsisinda

Katkisiz beyaz ceketinin ic kismindayim

Sen bilmezsin tabii, gece rahat uyursun

Biz manyaklar, dunyanin derin tarafinda aylak aylak dolasirken

Sen bir yerlerde dusup kalkarsin

Bazen para pesinde, bazen kadin

Beni hic gordun mu bir kadin gibi, merak eder dururum….

new

It takes a kingdom like approval to open

This whitest paper all over again

I never expected to get sedated by  atmospheric arrangements

Which is fake, but I don’t mind to cruise far and to be silently filled up

By adulthood, maybe my childhood that

You would never remember

You were many years older

And you were not a resident or

you were baptized at before my time

You came later on, like a real time accident

With one small devilish smile and no more words than a ‘hi’ or ‘bye’

Gestures by being acquaintances of  Island living

And your hours sliced fast, a yardeless life; living

If you were in, it was probably called something different than life

I can catch my own homesick eye with you lately

I can count the wordless gazes one after another

Like the longest story has ever written, I read you like an old friend

I must admit, I am craving the grace and the timidity (of me)

This is bitter sweet, poems for life

Poems for moments, like photographs

One maybe never again, but poem is a poem

And I second it…now and forever…

Being shy in the morning is more than I have been asked through the years
There is something structural about this moment
Something basic
Something stopping or in between ceaseless cease
Due to this sermon giving lot , I am now maybe keeping the maiden name
Substituting him, for myself
Yes, I am still shy in the morning


Whoever listens...that matters
Not takes but gives
Without knowing..like a child
Unconsciously loving...some pay for doctors
I have an instant maker..but I love the streak of summer
The crucial floor for my needs
Do faces matter, ?


I still think about the loverboy tension of the crowd
Shamaness, a spell caster
That's what she does the best
The First World War and places to her shining eye
But I have never been welcomed in retro minds
The repentance; slightly different than mine
Nostalgia..nostalgia
How could I bring it to you if I am not even your constancy
I always felt like the extra ..you know
The one that is ready and packed...
Packed to freshly stay...



Like my father said...not eye for an eye
But maybe putting my nose around might floor
The untouched sky
I remember how he stayed, how he helped
How he consulted the lower percentage of his kind
The male anxiousness with creation from scratch
Not quiet of his
But somewhere close
His three daughters
Happy 'single' father's day dad..


...one of those days...sigh...

You wouldn't know how it feels
The smoothness that flows over your shoulders
And swings down through your body
With slow recognition and a simple look
Turned towards ...maybe not to heaven
But haven in solitary
I cannot be awake at this moment
I am flying like a conjoined twin refusing to be a servant to life
Clothes on my back
Mind is cut with heavy slits of hidden youth
I am definitely not local tonight...


How easily we forget that
We all tell stories off the dragon's mouth
And live monstrously drawing villages with heroic same
Living
We all are the same, same intellectual abilities
Same rewards and same pain
We all have the back stage
Celebrity or not
We all are distribution of poor
before
Riding...away...


observing you, creating a current
of your game, with your tactics
you never ..but never disappoint me
open products for new material
i overpower you in your own game
and you fall into your own ditch every time you feed yourself
and i enjoy the view from this side of
humorous stage of cookbook of a female anarchist...


Haven't been inherited for him this much
Suddenly you turned to him
Convinced that he had something to hold on to, only the cooperation of you
But surely he didn't know it was an energy of a single word
And that brought you two together with me
Seeking miles with melodies
You know how the journey, how the travelling feels
Compromising with enduring extremes ..the heat and cold
With conditions of well remembered past
And never considered present
But he is alive ...maybe
Because of you..


return to God's house of liseur, harakiri freedom

Like a wall of Berlin attachment
You are inferior of men kind
I am sorry for repeating this but I must say
The doorway the other one introduced was considered as
The original trial..associated with pranks
Pushing under rug overtness
and incomplete diagrams
Of unfinished or not proven songs
The butterfly effect killed me not you, and I am reborn today because of you..
unfortunately you tasted harakiri freedom first time in your life...

A victim of soul

This was the whitest year for him
Experiencing real problems, forgetting his for good
Retro never works, I told him
So many times, he didn't listen
He was lost in past
He couldn't see the current pass...

How easily we forget that
We all tell stories off the dragon's mouth
And live monstrously drawing villages with heroic same
Living
We all are the same, same intellectual abilities
Same rewards and same pain
We all have the back stage
Celebrity or not
We all are distribution of poor
before
Riding...away...


observing you, creating a current
of your game, with your tactics
you never ..but never disappoint me
open products for new material
i overpower you in your own game
and you fall into your own ditch every time you feed yourself
and i enjoy the view from this side of
humorous stage of cookbook of a female anarchist...


Haven't been inherited for him this much
Suddenly you turned to him
Convinced that he had something to hold on to, only the cooperation of you
But surely he didn't know it was an energy of a single word
And that brought you two together with me
Seeking miles with melodies
You know how the journey, how the travelling feels
Compromising with enduring extremes ..the heat and cold
With conditions of well remembered past
And never considered present
But he is alive ...maybe
Because of you..

Return to God’s house of liseur

Like a wall of Berlin attachment

You are inferior of men kind

I am sorry for repeating this but I must say

The doorway the other one introduced was considered as

The original trial..associated with pranks

Pushing under rug overtness

and incomplete diagrams

Of unfinished or not proven songs

The butterfly effect  killed me not you, and I am reborn today because of you..

....

Digging miles under according to legend
Would change the century..
Well it actually did, it has already been more than eleven years
And I found such progenies along the way
Swording themselves as massacred winners
Ah the contractions of controversy
And the death coming on you
I am begging you, listen to me
This extensive journey through you
Finally set the story told
Milk flowed following death
With severed arteries
Now listen before healing finds you

....

Places that is empty now

Have been filled with so long absence

No more nothingness but a tight rebellion on emptiness

This is a grunge garage mind

Cold as  spring Mediterranean Sea

And outdoor rope whipping to my back

With your hidden arabesque and deposits of true withdrawals

Goodbye my angel, goodbye my own

The accompany of paper..goodbye the intense heart of mine

I am buried in you, dead in you

The dead, the missing and the numb

Under one hypnotic hustle

Goodbye what is mine

Welcome one..

Pugnacious pedagogy

Peeling  your skin off your face would maybe give

A certain importunate feel

But once I do it, I will see your fat face

Firmly driven to somewhere oh so  vain

Compensating with mystery and pain

Giving physical damage may save my own  sanity..

I don't understand even now
Why did you do it, or why did you leave me to
Shores of prince of tides
I must say I am grateful
And I learned by cheap acts that was ticketed too high
I trembled for what we did, and I never felt fear, I felt something else
A bright but faint wave where a man can fall and a woman 'must' shine alive
Maybe that wasn't you, it was me...
How much life is yours today?
I ask you, how much life is mine? Taking care of tulips,
No matter how much you apologize, this will never go away
I also feel bliss with pain, and I am extremely purchasive
I haven't been out ever since
I don't want to, I don't want to deal with contrary movements,
Playing with shadows, just get to this moment
It doesn't worth it believe me
I didn't miss it even for a second..

....

Don’t let anyone to take your credit away love
i know you are  gone, but i am still sponging the prosperous  vague from past
to take vengeance, and i am not even coming close
you are the winner by far ...separating yourself from the bursting language

Especially from the Attention whore,  the  headful discriminating bone

No love, this is for you, the one who couldn’t stop the game

I am in a revenge mode

But I know you were confused yourself

And now, we both are at flight risk

Well, too bad don’t know about you but I am already gone

And this one was for the losers!

....

I came to you first

Before you shivered younger letters from the lands of

rocks and landslides

Maybe they deal with feminine values differently in Spanish peninsula

Sketching the temper with beauty, honor and laughter

Folly, happiness…gardens of nameless joys

But that all came because of you

And they wanted what you had, they saw the power within my palm

And they wanted the soft taste of it

Him too

The biggest builder

He can’t be your finger nail, the overwhelming shoreless intensity

Brought me to super fluid. Tears and sweat

I loved writing for you, just like today

You never nosed, or ringed me

Never questioned my sanity

And unfortunately you never loved me

But I think that was a perfect suit for my intentions

They loved me, that didn’t do any good

They ruined the tender formation

So divine love, and they suggest to move on

I suggest that to  them first

I moved on millions of times

I am on my own, with blushes and shame

Carry me now, I know it is not a good time

To dust the half alive germs off  your window pane

But maybe life is not simple…

Maybe I couldn’t feel the switch on time

But can you blame me for that

Maybe you got mad, maybe you felt betrayed

But I didn’t know

Or I didn’t want to know, I told you yesterday

I tried to explain, but again I didn’t have to

You had something else going on

Something major and already received with a lid

You should have said no, maybe you did

It was just a little composition, and you bet on it

You bet on me, thinking

I should know the difference

And when I came to you second time around

You ran away…profound wonder

Turning matter …except myself but everything else

After that point you changed..

sphinx

It is true, it is a phase of ripe apple

That drops like a wine into my head

I am curious …a bit too late

But I can see the strong resemblance of green shades

A group of transcending mixture

Definitely not alone

Other words, other seas

And lands …a straight morning together

A luscious spring into summer and winter

A gender phase with music and poems

Sometime male sometimes female

Sometimes an animal

A dazzling darkness clawing the skin

And ah this wordlessness, this wordlessness

It makes you own the world

You wouldn’t know the feeling of being everywhere, and owning

The shallow restlessness

Call it what you want, and I know you are already in bed sighing

If not now, I know tonight

Tearing your partner apart with your black fists

And I will play with flavors close by

I’ll Think of you doing things to her

And maybe I may look in the mirror to see my own mouth in awe

Practicing something oh so entering with kitchen supplies

Forrest versus pressuring pleasures

The question is if you will learn to be the main dish

I am tired of your simplicity of no…s

Yes is challenging, have you ever tried to say yes a few times in a row?

You should, and taste the satisfactory feeling of giving

Giving gives ecstasy

I am still scooping the grains better than ever

Brand flakes over my body

I sit and write

You cant stop me

I will empty the bins again and again

And they will never know, and that’s the beauty of it

I am the biggest sinner, but I do a better job than you

I know how to use my powers

And that two partnering poems

Young and intoxicated by the sound of that other ear

Knowing that will never happen

Setting their hands on others quietly till they learn how to carry

Melting the stone with a heated seal

It is always the other

And other

And other