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Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphalt
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.
Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.
And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”
The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love
I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.
I'm made of concrete.
Your the one who kicked me off my feet.
Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.
for once, you be the brush
for once, you shut up and hush.
You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.
Into fine grain, into fine dust.
Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!
I aint made of paint
I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.
We are no art scholars.
Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.
I refuse, to paint a picture for you.
Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown
To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?
Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.
If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.
I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,
We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.
time to grow uplife feels personal but it's not
woes befall by scattershot
what's happening now has happened before
what does not pertain we learn to ignore
you pray for a break you want a promise
it is what it is there is no justice
llp - dA - may2013
No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old
You laugh at me
Im always wrong
Your great friendship
Didnt last long
Im your friend
But youre not mine
My hug is cold
Youve crossed the line
I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end
How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...
if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.
if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.
when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.
could you say goodbye to yesterday?
this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust
so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies
that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?
so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly
and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown
not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game
and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'
but i got to ask
Sins of the FleshThey're gazing in their mirror eyes
Full of loving longing and filthy longing
And moist-meat sounds that turn
My stomach at the thinking of.
They rut, my friends, and damn themselves.
I envy the damned, their ignorance.
Their love looks like lust to loveless eyes.
And as such, I can see them rutting
Whenever I close my eyes
And the thought itself disgusts me.
And in the ending of their tryst
They pool together into one.
They strut and rut in the streets
That burn in lust beneath my eyes.
Would that a tide would wash away
Oh that a tide of fire would burn away
And cleanse this world of its filth!
Yet one day, in a possible future,
I may be
Perfect in PlainYou've been living a dream
With your eyes open wide
All the prettiest scenes
Always trying to hide
As you see what they don't
And they don't know at all
All the secrets that float
In a World made of falls
All the flowers that bloom
In the late summers rain
Are all blooming for you
Who sees perfect in plain
Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...
Paint the Worlddon't plant your soul deep underground,
only your fears will sprout.
let it soar in the blue sky high,
let it turn you inside-out.
seed the clouds grey and white,
and the colors will rain on down.
dip your brush in puddles wide,
or dance is your drab gown.
CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free
My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away
What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me
Chasing hidden light
Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals
The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide
Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature
But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day
To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced
Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.
Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxy
You challenge existence without noises
The only thing you cannot fathom
Is the wakening of your boredom
Awake a life full of illusions
Crave for another lost sweet union
On a realm of cruel destruction
You whisper words of guilt and nonreaction
The frame of death float on your life
Not another hope for the lost souls
Desire, joy in your cortex will subscribe
Stand up choices who belong mentally yours.
Ece Ayhan - Sentez- Ece AYHAN'ın şiiri...
İşkence Usülleri kitabı
Nerede basma iş
Babil'de bir çocuk demek
Bizi kullanıp kullanıp duruyormuş
Ama biz bu değiliz ki
Daha ilk sayfalarda
Başkasının ağızları dudakları
Birer birer açılan
Ece Ayhan - Capali Karsi- Ece AYHAN'ın şiiri...
Kollarında eski balık dövmeleri
teodor kasap perhiz ahali içmez
ay türkçe rakı çıkmıştır kapalı
ve geniş muhlis sabahattin'den
ayşe opereti ne güzel bir hiç
Üç yıllar var ki minyatürlere mahkûm
teodor'un o eski balık dövmeleri
ay osmanlılaşmış abi tüfekçi olmuş
ve korkunç taş gülmekler muhlis'te
gibi merdivenli bir sokaklar uzatmış
çiçek bahçelerine kaçabilsin ayşe
TB - "Esti Seher Yeli"- Söz: Karacaoğlan
- Söy: Erdal Erzincan, Mustafa Özarslan
ESTİ SEHER YELİ
Esti seher yeri söküldü seller
Gidiyorum kömür Gözlüm ağlama
Ağlamanın vakti geçti ne çare
Kemend atıp yollarımı Bağlama
Sana derim sana kaşı kemanım
Büküldü kametim geçti zamanım
Gidiyorum yedi benli ceranım
Yarim gitti deyi yürek dağlama
Karacaoğlan der gözyaşım silinir
Bir ah çeksem yüce dağlar delinir
Yüreciğim bölük bölük b
TB - "Kime Kin Ettin"- Yöre: Malatya
- Söy: Hakan Yeşilyurt
KİME KİN ETTİN
Kime kin ettin de giydin alları
Yakın iken ırak ettin yolları
Mihnet ile yetirdiğin gülleri
Varıp gittin bir soysuza yoldurdun
Sen beni sevseydin arar bulurdun
Zülfünün teline bağlar dururdun
Madem ayrılmakmış senin muradın
Niye beni ataşlara yandırdın
Hicrani´yem der ki bakın halıma
Dağlar dayanmıyor ah-u zarıma
Elim ermez oldu kisbi kârıma
Çünkü gülyüzlümü elden aldırdım
TB - "Gonul Dagi"- Derleyen: Neşet Ertaş
- Yöre: Kırşehir
- Söy: Neşet Ertaş
Gönül Dağı Yağmur Yağmur Boran Olunca
Akar Can Özümden Sel Gizli Gizli
Bir Tenhada Can Cananı Bulunca
Sinemi Yaralar Yar Oy Yar Oy Dil Gizli Gizli
Dost Elinden Gel Olmazsa Varılmaz
Rızasız Bahçanın Gülü Derilmez
Kalpten Kalbe Bir Yol Vardır Görülmez
Gönülden Gönüle Yar Oy Yar Oy Yol Gizli Gizli
Seher Vakti Garip Bülbül Öterken
Kirpiklerin Oku Yar Yar Cana Batarken
Metin Altiok - Konyak,Kitap...- Metin ALTIOK'un şiiri...
KONYAK, KİTAP VE KAHVE
Tenha bir eylül bahçesinde
Bir bardak konyak, kitap ve kahve
Otururken dalmış kendi kendime,
Güz rüzgârı geçiyor kitabımın içinden
Ot kokan nefesiyle.
Hızla çevirerek sayfalarını
Savuruyor bütün harfleri
Koparıp kimbilir hangi sözlerden
İrili ufaklı belki binlerce.
Telâşla kapatıyorum kapağını kitabın
Bastırıp üstüne elimle.
Bakıyorum herşey yerliyerinde;
Murathan Mungan - Sozler... Murathan Mungan'ın şiiri...
bazı sözler karanlıkta söylenir, diyorum uykularımın birinde
bazı sözler hiçbir zaman, diyorum kendi sesime uyanırken
bazı sözler karanlıkta söylenir
bazı sözler hiçbir zaman
diyorum armaların birinde
öyledir, iki yanı ağaçlı yollar, arasından
geçip gitmektir şiir
ağaçla, yolla, ne tarafa
ve hangi zaman
imgenin şiddetiyle çoğalır anlam
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