karanlıklar aydınlığa

Geçen zamana aşıklık
yıllar yıllar
masalar hep dostlarla güzel
ölümsüz muhabbettir umut
güzel zaman candır
yaşam, her bir canın hayatı
birlik bunun ortaklığı
dünya dünyam oldu
adaletim temiz bir su
nerede yeşil onu ararım
sürülmeye sürülsün toprak
güneşte dalgalansın yaprak
ama yok gönlümde huzur
aslım kendini menzilde bulur
ve gelgitlerime düşer tasarımların gölgesi
karanlıklar aydınlığa
karanlıklar aydınlığa
sadece hakedene
sadece hakedene
hiç değilim ben desem de hiçlik anlarımda
bu cesaretin yalanını sorgular dururum
ve aklımda bazen ermişler bazen kurtlar sofrasına
otururum
ve zekam çalışan insanı kavramak ister
makinesiz neredeyiz diye sorabilir miyiz
film olmasa
bir geriye gidiş olur bu küçük
mavi noktanın sonu
yıldızlar ağlamazlar elbet isim babalarının
yokoluşuna
ancak zenginlik ve umutla,
insanı insanca, canı canla bırakarak
geçmiş bir zaman var ki
tüm bir boşluğu anlamlandırmış
bugüne gelemiyoruz aletten ötürü
ancak neden gidemeyelim aletten öteye
hayata özgü izler
amaca özgü izler
ve kumaştan ve kağıttan elbiseler
sürdürülebilir olmayınca
dikiş yerlerinden ayrılıyor bu pencere
çıplak ve kırılgan vücut
özlüyor bir zamanı
geçmiş geri gelmeyince
ve geçen zaman küçültünce dünyayı
ve uçsuz bucaksız açınca yer aldığı denizi
bazı aklı evveller sarılıyorlar kıyamete
ve bazı soysuz soylular deney tüplerine
müjde diyen bir hiçim ben
ve sadece kendi sesimi ben
duymaktayım şimdilik
el ver dost
insanın kıymeti, kıyameti olamaz.

22.06.2011

gargle it down

bicycle bells
and never setting sun
a beer or three
wash it down
smell the sweet
iodine on the wrinkled
canal waters
yes
wash it down
what an unfortunate
betrayal
these last rounds
lock key
memory
brain
brain
brain
and home
laugh with the dead
without dying
why don’t you
play the game…
why don’t you
play the game.
not that the
night is ever
to die. Forever
is our feast.
Hungry are my eyes
seeing them hungry
eyes looking at me
how deep be these cliffs
that lay between
the edges of this
structure
and the heads it is
feeding on.
“there is a land…”*
now you see it
now you don’t
hide to seek this
vulture of a
desire.
(*far far away…)
the same hungry
faces of the bees
swarm
with ever prosecuted motion
the idols of
fashion.
look but
don’t touch
either learn
or teach
to touch.
but touch
touch, touch…
time now
time is to sharpen
the toxico of the sting.

The winds uncharted soul

illuminates the suns
of our winter.
How long this longing shall stretch?
castles they are building now
and within walls of icicles,
fate they will want to decide.
All is with love,
All is with love…
metal cables and odourless silicone
All is with love,
All is with love…
But symbolic beings
believe in systematic beginnings
For always too late to wake up, for too late they
figure;
So passes the crescent of aeons
From elders in dead cities
to uncanny molecules…

Bless the patron of power.


Then ahoy fertility, ar-ar the meaning of boundless, the propagation of what is chosen from purple, the un-importance of how little the small brilliance is, it’s unique place amongst every billionth of shining, variable; the undying fire in every furnace. Prettier when left alone and moreish, this partnership is a unity as the expression of uniqueness, we are in a certain kind of traffic but we are more than just a headcount counting heads on approximate heights and speeds for accident stories, it is a quantum arm that rests on the shoulders of master drivers, who indeed are the ones that warn the half asleep, as well as appear in the dreams of being on the road. Whereas the good and the bad both begin with two people. Even to be able to calculate benefit and loss, I, you and us need to hold onto
an adultness; politeness is the existence of the individual, politeness that the ones who want to drown it in mythology cannot stand, for it exists even though power exists. The wagons of the crush and go-on lot, are focals of meaning and they do not have time for subtleties; so I ask on, if it does not have time for niceties why am I the one who is yearning for the infinite play of the baglama?

This one man a dub


Heed whom call themselve a-priori
This not care if one in a billion people
As we return to crafts, folk and land
On the white world ruin
They Stumble
They a yelling me, myself and in my shoes
Yet no one there not even a them
Where we turn, we turn for purpose, for compassion
A lost plea, a lost lot at a loss to how this be, when they mememe,
When we do not even try but be,
they getting angry
For real,
We as us run what we please, such is beyond one with no connect
For a touch to earthen mud can bring out a bowl
For a dance, when we dance, can dance the soul
For a song to sing, can compass on land
To take a little and give a little to live, need no flag, no nation, no border

Rise

Rise
Olive in the sky
Rays of hope
Laughing
A chance of a chance
Doing because living
Living because doing
No causa-sui
yet we are alive in one