Selections Below
“May your faith be with you on each sunrise you open your eyes just as each night it burns bright for fate smiles on you with each breath you take, and every step you make”
If you so choose to, your wound is that weightless place
Where you will find an infinite compassion and grace
– Rumi
Passing a Creak on a Snowy Evening
On a snowy evening, passing a wooded creak A figure on its surface glides unbound and meek Rubber squeaks aside, the moon shines sleek But past these woods lies a peak and its owner to seek ____ Though, all is still, silent, and asleep I know he sees as each foot falls deep Into the…
Once Upon an Autumn
Once upon an Autumn in Paris, I dream as ever always there is. Of autumns whispering brisk airs, Upon newer spring’s divine heirs. —— Your hair gently blows like the leaves, Orange and brown amongst the breeze. As I catch a glimpse of your smile, Slipping through your hands, but staying for awhile. —— And…
Independence Hall
Walking down independence hall To the beginning of it all Past each hand of might And eyes full of spite —— Where once lay a small town upon a hill And all the thoughts in her world a thrill Memories of the sun so bright All dazed and forgetful of the night —— To the…
Gün Batarken
Hani olur bir güneş batar Ama kalır kalbinde doğmamış günler ve artar Ümitlerin, kızarmış kıpkırmızı gökyüzünde Gelen gecelerin varlığı bir sağlam dayanak gibi Özlem arasında tutulup çırpınır batana kadar Kalmaz ne keder ve gam, ne sevda ne sevgi Kalbinde doğan sevginin bahçesi arasında Güvendiğin gülnihalerde her şey donar kalır Ve gezip dolaşırsın güneşi izlerken
From Prometheus Unbound
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it…
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive,…
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. —— My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the…
Yollum Yurdum
Penceremin ardında soğuk bir sabahı Havanın ne hali var ne hesabı Ümit var-i bir kelebek geçer ipince Karlı ve kederli, zelzele ve serzeniş içinde —— Kaybolur gider ayazın ahı Rüya gibi gelir zamanın ilaçı Ama o kelebek gibi haber eder rahmetin eli Özlem arasında gözlerim kalır, kanır karlı ve kederli —— Her sabah gibiydi o…
Hatıra
Unutulmuş çileler içinde, vefasız hafızaların sırıttığı günlerin gecelerinde Bir türkü gibi ayın altında gülümser beyaz benzi, o dertli dostun yüzü Kandırılmış kalpler kederli kederli kürekler kaybetmişliğin kaskatı kömürünü Aldatanlar alkışlar altında avar avar avlar ak aidiyeti Ama parlar perisiz gecelerde, ve gün gün gelir Hayallere hakkın hatırı Hırsızlığın heybeti hercümerc ola hücum eder Zaman, saf…
Dining by Storms: Chapter 3 – The Way of Water
Chapter 3 – The Way of Water Her heart went numb, her eyes a bit teary from the heavy winds braising her sun-soaked hair as it somberly coalesced from her scarf to her beanie. Mimicking the tattered bits of memory as if turned on like a projector to those dark, cold corners of those streets…
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