1 Aralık 2018 Cumartesi

Lake

My Lord?
   -Yes, my child.
Is there any hope?
   -There is, my child.
Is there any love in 'it's heart?
   -I believe there is, my child.
Is there any patience in you?
   -There is, my child.
Did 'it' really rip out all blue in the world?
   -Yes 'it' did, my child.
What about the yellow fire which 'it' started?
   -Still burns me, my child.
What did you do to mirrors?
   -Hid under my bed, my child.
Why did 'it' leave you alone?
   -'It' never came to me, my child.
Will you wait?
   -No, my child.
Will you let the darkness fill the lake?
   -Without blue there is no point to interfering, my child.
Swans never will come to here again.
   -I know, my child.

17 Eylül 2018 Pazartesi

Hope


When the yellow fire reach out every synapses of mine,
A vision flowed to my chest.
Then the deal was made under the shadow of almighty castle.
There will be no light.
There will be no blue.
There will be no turning back.
But there will be hope, I said.
Hope of seeing ‘it’.
Hope of smiling ‘it’.
Hope of touching ‘it’.
Hope of love.
They laughed.
I laughed.

16 Temmuz 2018 Pazartesi

It

When the great balance was reign,
'It' came from void,
Not aware of own existence.

When the voices were gone,
'It' started a yellow fire.
Not aware of own destructivity.

When the time was folding into itself,
'It' repeated every step of the light around it.
Not aware of own consciousness.

When the sparkle of hope was in the air,
'It' ripped out all blue in the world.
Not aware of itself.

When the Earth was collapsing into itself,
'It' turned its face to mirrors.
Not aware of me.


24 Mayıs 2018 Perşembe

Haunted

In the middle of darkness,
There will be always 'it'.
In your top of deepest dream,
It will haunt you.
It will haunt you until reach your every warm cracks under your skin.
Until rot your veins to make you breathless.
There will be a salvation too.
A salvation which crush you to ground with all of prices.
Are you willing to pay the prices?

31 Ocak 2018 Çarşamba

Let it be!

When the time is nigh, 
When the light is pale,
When the doubt is near,
When the fear is high,

Our starvation of death roots in the darkness.

Then, let it be.
Let the all darkness fills with black.