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Allegory
O’ I’d leave you at a standstill; Fatherless — orphaned at infanthood. I’d leave you — not at will; Severed, estranged, misunderstood, In a life, you won’t fulfill. & even if you would, they would do you no good. O’ my son if I could unbear you then I would, & leave you — ink…
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Clementine
I will become the one you need someone to be, & though I tend to condescend. I self-efface myself in thee. O’ Clementine, O’self-same me. I will become the one you need someone to be. I will become, & in the process of becoming I shudder. All the ones, I am, I scatter. All the ones, you…
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The purpose of Life
To stay, while searching for home. To roam the streets of intricacies, & the alleys of intimacies, & never lose home, while losing way. To find, The ones within yourself. To embrace & to kiss each insurmountable distance, & to conjure subsistence out of void. To face the demons, you avoid. While pack all what…
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Storm stroke… [A prayer… by a pagan to an unknown God]
Close your eyes… Visualize a storm… The vast sky is sucking up all the courage that’s left within your heart… The shades of light are battling with the vast clouds… Just like your cheeks are battling with the air that strike it as harsh as waves would hit the rocks… & smell of the air…
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The Happy Hour
Cease not to seize the happy hour passing by; Those, who drench all the marrow of today, own tomorrow. Sail deep, until Life’s own horizon turn nigh. Sigh every breath of death — each unending “Goodbye” & breathe the birth of each “Hello” — each new tomorrow. Cease not to seize the happy hour passing…
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I shall meet you
Faraway, From those times I used to love; From the times I used to laugh, & those lonely nights where all the best of yesterdays laid in tomorrows. & where joy became a myth; an unspoken secret. There — Faraway, I shall meet you. Faraway, From the noises, From the noisy rhymes & noisy times…
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The Wanderers
We are the wanderers. We are the founders. We are the proof — of Love, of hope, of faith, of science, and of truth at all in all.We are those whom you’ve walked upon & lost to none. We are those whom you’ve let go & let flow. We are those whom you took for granted…
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Song of a Wanderer
Tell me the reasons why; my life is just a sigh within thy breath. Tell me the reasons why; I can no longer die If it’s thee I miss. I can no longer kiss the watchful moon goodbye. I can no longer hug The sleepy sun passing by. Tell me a reason why; I can…
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Nina
Alas, So mortal is thine sublime kiss, So lethal, so heinous, so divine. O’ mystic miss; O’ wanton wine. Cease not to sway Till be naught of today, Till be naught of tomorrow. Sway off all unbelief, Sway off all the sorrow, Sway deep within each virtue or vice. Thine temperate Life be thrown — a…
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Sophie
Then let us dance, & let me touch Eternity at a glance, & strip our souls of time, & then we lose our sins; Embracing a sea sublime, unleashing every god within, & sway Divinity in a prance, Let us dance. If you are who I see you are, Then let us dance, Eye-to-eye —…
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Letter XXV “The Last Letter”
“Unconscious Beauty” were those times, Unconscious as you are, The times I was nearest to you As those when I was far. Unconsciously yours, unconsciously mine, Unconsciously were those moments — divine, Unconsciously I stole, Time from my time, Mind from my mind, Heart from my heart, Unconscious that my love will your reason forestall. Unconscious that…
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Letter XXIV
Take heed of the distance that detaches sun & moon, & tell of such distance your heart. Take heed how this goodbye may seem so soon, ceasing a chance for a start. Take heed that this—this Love—comes for free. Take heed I strive to become me; Strive to become as my mind falls apart. Take…
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Silence
Silence fell like grains of wheat that throngs the fields of gold. Her verve was stirred by her defeat Leaving her voice, wavering — discrete In hells that burn, in hells so cold; In tears of pains so much untold. Her silence was her last reply, & replies were a fate — a must, What…
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Annemin Şarkıları
Like blades would cut, Like a hundred prayers may rise to God, Every prayer, with an empty stare, Keeps fighting the smokes of despair, In wars that only prayers can bare, In wars, where souls… have flesh & blood. In wars, of flesh & bones & laughs & moans, & dawns may alter after dawns,…
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Disclaimer I
This a disclaimer — a renunciation of the reigning reality such as it is, a skeptic belief of the abstraction of meaning itself, a vivid dream of the tiresome transience of Life. This is a verbal war of volition against frantic fantasies & violent verities. This is a message of self-conflict — an absolute dissonance…
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Untitled
12/4/2013 During the past period, Too many emotions encountered my sole heart; ones that their multitude may cause schizophrenia…. ones like sadness,grief, charm, rage, joy, jealousy, desperation, wonder, boredom, hate, torment, pleasure, pride, thrill, rejection, isolation, anguish, fury, wrath, desire, surprise, disgust, worry, horror, longing, hysteria, sympathy & guilt… I held on to my faith,…
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Fatal
Life of my Life, Soul of my Soul, I am experiencing a self much more than me. I am becoming of one heart, of one mind… Yet of one heart, & of one mind have I been split into half, & into half, I’ve lived so far. So far have I not been through thee. So…
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Dor
{Inspired By “Song From A Secret Garden” } Definition: Dor (Romanian): Longing for someone you love very much, combined with sadness, and the need for singing sad songs (Romanian contemporary Language-Romania) -its etymology belongs to “dorinta” which means wish. It’s impossible to translate. It conveys too much meanings, thoughts, and feelings. Speak all your words,…
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The Prayer
Once have I heard some strain so sweet, Of tongue known not, to ears of men. Some tales where life and lore may meet. A whisper, unknown from where or when. That keeps on saying; “Come back to me… Come back to me..” It sways and wavers now and then. A whisper’s born within a…
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On the Nature of Light
And, if the soul is about to know itself, it must gaze into the soul. –Plato, Alcibiades. Have I ever seen you, Darkness, conscious within mine? Have I ever roamed those dim & dreary roads of thine? Have I been thou & thou—me? Have we become what we may need to be? I know…
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Dance
Dance, & let all the stars envy the nights within you prance, Outgo the forces of distance & time & chance! Incise my skies, Chastise me but Despise despair, Unweave the eves of cleft beliefs, of hollow prayers… Still all the demons that may seal the moon within. Steal every place & space you’ll leave…
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Letter XXIII
Teach me, Perhaps my meanings are meaningless. perhaps my feelings are feelingless. & perhaps my soul is incomplete. Yet surely, there does exist Lessons, my mind can never resist nor my heart can ever conceive. May it be of a joy so bleak or a suffering—sweet. May it be of an endless cheer or fear or…
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When You Pray
When you pray, Remember to pray for the fallen. Those who were swept away by the turmoil of existence. Those who lost the charm of the most fundamental of all questions & the beauty behind every reason to answer each. Those who lost the cause & the journey. Those who lost the meaning & the…
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Letter XXII
Our fate is but our choice. That makes us none but gods. Our Love is but a voice. That makes us none but God’s. —A voice of mutual belonging of wonders, thriving, thronging in the hearts of each of us. Of all the world, just us whose choices make us yearn, & with every tide…
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Letter XXI
O’ Tell me of the dream, & whisper at my feet. I am a thousand stream at which your sighs repeat. & like a million wave, in thine heart, I’m a rave; Speaking of Love, that wins at his defeat. O’ Tell me of the glory, the times you’re struck by fear. & tell of that…
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Letter XX
Ourselves are but a mirror divine where all the precious eminence dwell. So such our union; I & thine; Of Love, no man can ever tell. Of ancient songs & prayers of penitence, Of childish haste or stoical reticence, Of our creation & our salvation, Of our origin & destination, Of all the good & all…
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Letter XIX
Of all necessities should I find you lest I be the Man I need not be. Of all the Life’s, ours is the best. As may we meet, thee & me. So I find you must, my faith & trust, through waves & raves & quakes & gust, through mist & mirk & haze &…
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Letter XVIII
Into our arms, no hurts no harms Yet, Love, no brokenness can efface. Into our arms, I win & lose, & needed there, no chants no charms. I savor tastes as we embrace; Tastes in my soul as Love suffuse. Into our arms, a divine dose of Love into a world morose of identity in a nihilist…
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Letter XVII
Beyond the single strokes of Fate, with shrill & garish myriad causes, & reasons not known back to Man; I chant the hymn of your Love as I wait. & between the silences—the pauses, I pray to love you much as I can. & in my wait, I journey on, Accompanied—I, though I’m alone, In…
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Letter XVI
Come closer; As our moments, we highlight. Come closer; Let us stargaze through the night. Let us find us, Let us let our past behind us. & with each other’s open arms, Let us embrace the dusky charms stretching across our sight… Come closer; For my Love is hidden in nature Into the grass & the skies,…
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Letter XV
You’ll wonder why I stop, As we begin to pray. You’ll wonder how all words retreat, How they may cease, escape, or stray. As my eyes gaze at God & you —As adamant as mountains, As vivid as fountains; Mirroring each light, each hue, each colour of our prayer, That ripens in the air. Know,…
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Letter XIV
Needed, no new expression, No song, verse or lullaby. Our Love is but a question, & the answer is you & I. Now, I have stopped to love, for I have stopped loving. Like a shadow surrendering to the self from a journey in a garish day. Like that, I stop before we stray. Utterly adhering to…
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Letter XIII
In my nocturnal wait, I love you enough. As I’ve loved you & yet in my nocturnal wait, I utter more letters than all alphabet. I find more meanings between love & hate. Between good & evil, between dark & light. & in my nocturnal wait, Endlessly so wounded is my soul, Endlessly so…
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