***

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

***

What is the worst of woes that wait on age?

What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?

To view each loved one blotted from life's page,

And be alone on earth, as I am now.

***

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;

It hath no flatterers; vanity can give

No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive.

They'll see the heartache
They'll see the love break
They'll hear me pleading
We'll say for God sake

Over and over and over again..

from the old story teller

And a Man sat alone, drenched deep in sadness. And all the animals drew near to him and said, "We do not like to see you so sad. Ask us for whatever you wish and you shall have it." The Man said, "I want to have good sight." The vulture replied, "You shall have mine." The Man said, "I want to be strong." The jaguar said, "You shall be strong like me." Then the Man said, "I long to know the secrets of the earth." The serpent replied, "I will show them to you." And so it went with all the animals. And when the Man had all the gifts that they could give, he left. Then the owl said to the other animals, "Now the Man knows much, he'll be able to do many things. Suddenly I am afraid." The deer said, "The Man has all that he needs. Now his sadness will stop." But the owl replied, "No. I saw a hole in the Man, deep like a hunger he will never fill. It is what makes him sad and what makes him want. He will go on taking and taking, until one day the World will say, 'I am no more and I have nothing left to give.

working class hero

half asleep in frog pajamas

çingenelerim

deniz kenarına inen çingenelerim
sulara içmeden bakarlar
o sular tuzludur
balıklar içer

yeşil otların içine gömülen çingenelerim
otları yemezler
o otlar tatsızdır
katırlar yer

çiçekli şalvar seven çingenelerim
çiçeği sevmezler
kalem parmaklı çingenelerim
kalem tutmazlar
falıma bakarlar da
yüzüme bakmazlar
elime bakarlar da
ayağıma bakmazlar
paramı isterler de
beni istemezler

yüzlerini güneşle yıkayan çingene kızlarım
kibarım diye bana gönül vermezler

metamorphosis

yanlış ve doğru hakkındaki fikirlerimizin ötesinde bir yer var sizinle orda buluşacağım. çimlerin arasına uzandığınızda dünyanın doğru-yanlış fikirlerinize ihtiyacı olmadığını göreceksiniz.

GREED is a bottomless pit.

the song remains the same

died (or not)

bir bardak elimden düşüyor,

renkler değişiyor,

neden?

karşılaşma

cam

cam

arkası sırlı

cam

neden baktın

benden içeri

bir beni göreceksen eğer

10 (20,30,40) Years Gone

"..Flyin' skys of fortune, each have separate ways

On the wings of maybe, downy birds of prey.."

slaap!

And I'll show you

Who I've been running from

It's the feeling

Of waking

And it's gone

random

the sea, the sea / sailor on land

Deniz. Deniz.

Yalnız deniz!

Neden getirdin beni, baba,

sen bu şehre?

Neden kopardın baba,

beni denizden?

Düşlerimde köpükler

yüreğimi kancalar

demir alırcasına.

Neden sürükledin baba,

beni buraya?

perdeleri kapatabilir misiniz lütfen?