“Gel gidelim, en tatlı yüzümüzle
Boyayalım gözünü herkesin;
Kalleş bir yüreği kalleş bir yüz gizlesin,
Yalancı bir yüreğin içindekini”
Source: Macbeth
“there are no soft rests here,
no bird songs and Mother's yellow branches
to swing me.
only hideous lullabies and grotesque poems
hung on the wind, everywhere.
they swirl around as if dusts from mad city,
and dirty smokes from factories, and
i inhale all of them. like cannabis.
i inhale it more often that i fancy mosquitoes
and its bites as Mother's kiss,
touch,
a basketful of love.”
Source: Metamorphosis
“Time and how are the mysterious elements of any life.”
Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“By listening we will understand who we are in this holy realm of words.”
Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“You must speak in the language of justice.”
Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“You might try dancing theory with a bustle, or a jingle dress, or with turtles strapped around your legs. You might try wearing colonization like a heavy gold chain around a pimp's neck.”
Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“Praise crazy. Praise sad.
Praise the path on which we're led.
Praise the roads on earth and water.
Praise the eater and the eaten.
Praise beginnings; praise the end.
Praise the song and praise the singer.
Praise the rain; it brings more rain.
Praise the rain; it brings more rain.”
Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“Some things on this earth are unspeakable:
Genealogy of the broken—
A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre,
Or the smell of coffee and no one there—”
Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“In the United terminal in Chicago at five on a Friday afternoon
The sky is breaking with rain and wind and all the flights
Are delayed forever. We will never get to where we are going
And there’s no way back to where we’ve been.”
Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“A conversation with amnesia on the navel of ash and dust, the thought of leaving familiar to longing. We saw the last days on neon orange steppes and the codex was written in indecipherable lines of the palm.”
Source: Punt Volat