Synoptic

More and more,
Our need comes again.
Sooner or after,
I will leave,
Once more as a friend.
'No talk' is what we have,
To commit a crime.
A road is what we miss,
To have a story line.
I wonder when
Our color was black.
You and I ,
Nothing special to pack.
Them to us ,
Not a fair prospect.

Mendacious Closure

Once, as we call the ultimate prime,
The one that is named, to be a crime.
Visions pretended, not to be seen,
Hopes with wishes, for them to be a dream.

A smile to give,a gate to open.
One key to unlock,for someone,not often
Steps heading backwards,with the fear to live,
No one knows, what is right to give.

The cry to relief, which you need to deserve.
The decisions to make, right on a curve .
True stories to tell, false actions to pretend
This is the last step, the start of the end.

My Delusion

The happening with no relation,
With the most certain answers,
Which don't come that  often.
Hopes to the attached relaxation,
With  one question,
Answered by an inherent resolution.
The calls to make ,
With no voice as an action.
There comes the time,
Which we name, the valediction.
As the biggest flight to take
Inertia ,in some way the justification
Once more I name this case,
My intimate delusion.

Duru

Su döküldü şişeden ,
Eğdi yalnızlığı
Kurtardığını düşünürken herkesten,
Üç kere çevirdi kolu,
Ve bekledi ,uykuya giden yolu
Bu diyarda yıldızlar vardı,
Herkese özel olabilecek.
Bu hava kime yarardı,
Ve kime güzel görünecek.

Öte

Bilmiyorum dedi alaycı kuş
Ne seni biliyorum
Ne seni sen yapanı
Gitme dedi ince bir ses
Ne yolu biliyorum
Ne yolda karşına çıkacak olanı
Durdum cevap verdim
Bilmesine gerek yoktu zaten
Ne ben biliyordum olacak olanı
Ne bilmek istiyordum
Benden bir adım öte olanı

Restfully

The wind is enough to send
The weather is enough to charm
But every questioning,
Every re-call
Answered as a  search,
To find a way
Which isn't that far.

A song could be sang
A pigeon could be send
My potter is to state
the fact
Which isn't  certain to stand

One step ahead,
Is where to question. Why?
One thing most winiest,
Happens ,
where you stop
for a while.

Regret

We will meet again
As we havent said
Our eyes will close
But not on the same bed
The birds we whisper
should swich sometime
How are you mister
I see you committing a crime
Wrong for me
But  true for all
I cant regret
You were the one afterall
I can't regret
It was what I thought
For only a while.