politics

do not underestimate,

the power of ugly men.

hor

seni hor kullanacağım,

bana kal, kaykıl yana.

bin ifrit doğuruyor her kasılma,

kan kana çekilir iki gözüm,

sen bana.

***

parlatarak kesif yanlarını,

dilinin altında bir yakı, yıkıntı, yeniden yakarış tadı.

düz ovada tatsızlık çıkarmadan seker,

ruhlarından gayrısı çözülmüş, paldır küldür akıyor,

belden aşağı.

uluyorum, uluyorsun, dolunay bizim.

çok tuhafsın iki gözüm,

ayaklarımı yıkıyorum, üstüne basmadan.

kaydırak

üstümden kayıp geçmenize izin veriyorum,

ne tatlı bilseniz,

o temassızlık,

o temas.

dilim dişlerimin arasında dinlendiğinde,

bin hece söküyorum sonra,

benle, bensiz eğlentinizi,

anlatan.

le jugement derniere

drawn by the laws of existence,

breed of two unlike,

stronger than realty it self,

cruelty in selfishness of mankind.

there lies our story my monster,

in which, you have no intentions of all.

it's a long gone city with ruins in the sea,

how I long to dive for it, how my breath is weak.

as I search for the truth, at the dawn of an unknown route,

you speak to me.

judgement,

I let you to be,

'cause you need its power,

as far as I can see.

here I rest, in a deep shell,

where now is immense, and time is arbitrary.

maybe, you should know by now,

I need to be you,

more than being with you.

and if you had felt the same,

it would be,

legendary.

dead rabbit becomes handy 2

morning is a bliss,

where the shades fade and you turn your face to a dream.

dream is unkind, like you, like any body else.

fade, fade, fade, till I can't remember at all

and regenerate somewhere else,

cause I know; words are my spell.

I place them on the roads, on the trees, to watch over.

oh my monster it's over,

c-section of the tiny one,

hell you go, with the flow.

dead rabbit becomes handy

n yes, we should rise again. power of a grin is a very likely thing to have.

if I'll be happy, it wont derive from you,

but me, myself n I.

who the fuck, it might be, drowning in a hole, dug by a monster,

my lovely monster, eating flesh, digesting bones, enlighten the spirit.

it's early, but not that simple yet.

oh it's weird but I feel great.

I don't have dreams but visions instead.

in a mighty jungle a tiny creature is fed

by its own fears and get molested.

it could easly escape though with a crunchy head.

hangover one should call you

not mine, not yet,

n it's, perfect.

Sahte Meme

Hatırladıkça kızıyorum.
Bi keresinde sırf insanların nasıl tepki vereceğini görmek için, sütyenime peçete doldurup bi partiye gittim.
Kiminin ilgisi yaman oldu.
Durumdan kıllanan manita, peçete hikayesini anlattı onlara, henüz parti bitmeden.