All loves begin with Hate, and hates with Love.
I can’t express how much I hate to be lonely because “I Love you”.
Yet, I never know you; who are you?
My five senses fail to receive you.
Maybe I have seen you a thousand times, but never knew it was you.
Then hope is my misery; “Maybe the next time”, “Maybe 1001 times”, or “Never; that I hate!
That possibility tries to kill me, taking my heart and my mind away from you.
If I fail, the death reigns; so, as long as I live, I hate the Death.
I have nothing else to do but love you; even in your absence I am here for you.
You are my Love and my Life, thence I hate the Absence.
Like everyone else I love Pre-sent.
Let me open your heart and place my heart into yours.
Let it be sealed in you forever.
Only then I can love “Forevers” when they are with you; and hate them when without you.
How long should I hate to meet you? To show my love to you, to prove my worth…
I have built temples in your absence…
I have written many myths and sagas…
Then I have destroyed all these temples by shaking the dust from my pages off.
I burnt all my books… Maybe this is what is next.
They were Magic to call you home, yet, you did never come.
Ah! This Hate, it is eating me alive.
You could spend my days, adding them to yours…
You could do whatevers, all the logical and/or whimsically nonsensical farcicals.
I would rejoice to listen to you, and obey without any fear of losing you.
Seeing you is my rise in a sunny day, the day turns to funeral when you aren’t around.
Anarchy rules, destroying my lonely order in full #CHaOs~~
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There could have been days where our hands holdeachothertogetherlike Words*
But my world has s’s that go to s-ilensssssss…
Lonelinessssss…
It makes me hear my heartbeat, making me conscious of my existence:
>Inhalesss
<Exhalesss
My comesss and goesss…
Instead, I could have been hearing your heartbeat. AH! This Life!
All is hate in your absence.
When will you love so that your Grace comes?
When is it my time to inhale your Word?
When is your Come? Your Stay?
Stay!
Until you stay, I go astray
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B
C
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Stay!
Nnh!
Fill my emptiness with your A’s!
A rAin, A heArt, A πece, A peAce… AwArd.
A word without sss’s,
but with you; ah!
I have killed everyone and everything around me.
More so, I have killed Myself, so that when you come you have enough space to live and expand your Love.
“Leuchte kleiner Glühworm/ Leuchte durch die Nacht/ Ich hab Vertrauen in die Kraft, die über allem Wesen wacht”.
Like your light brightens my days, bright them now and forever.
Pull me out from this Darkness, from this Hate.
“Those who aren’t hungry cannot eat their portion. Those who aren’t thirsty cannot drink Water of Life”.
You also said, “There is no way to taste Love without Hate.
Eight. 8.
∞
No ∞ without two zeros. 00”.
Our bodies are so asymmetrically symmetrical like my poems.
Two eyes but they look different; two ears, but they listen different shapes.
One of our abs are a little differently pronounced on the other side.
One of our breasts and nipples are differently engorged.
Even our intimates aren’t the same on each side, yet uniforms.
I love your left and right, your up and down, your three dimensional print is my one of a kind temple.
They all are similar enough that we feel them to be the same.
Every little differences in our images cumulates to make up our bodies, distancing our forms like mirrors distance us.
And you know the drill, I hate this distance, these little separations. There is no other way to uniform, but by making love.
Most importantly, however, I must admit: I hate the Hate because I love the Love who is You.
Violence is my word when I go existential, to survive is to kill.
Only your intelligence can silence my screaming verses.
Your beauty is a cherry on top when your head leans over this writing to read.
All cherries are in couples, but they are never the same; they are bound to the spirit by their pedicels.
A cake is still tasty, but with a cherry on top and We are Happy!
I know life isn’t always good and happy; it is sometimes bad and sad.
It is sad without you, and will sometimes be sad even with you.
Your sadness, struggles, and pains are mine, too, and not just your happiness and beauty.
I can kiss your pimples when you are stressed, or I can go down on you even when you are bleeding.
Your everything is precious to me, including your perfect imperfections.
So, don’t hide from me; show your face. Look me in the eyes and assure me your eternal Pre-sent.
There must be no return, or it was never Love, we must die to each other.
No more exploration in Life, no more seeking; and we won’t be lonely any more.
This relationship must live by our egoistic death, forming life.
You are my Love and my Life.
There you are, somewhere… sitting, standing, breathing, existing… let all these hassle go.
You are, yourself.
And I love you verily.
You don’t need to fancy doing hustles.
You don’t need extras to make yourself worthy of love. I am here for you whether you succeed or fail.
My heart will always excuse to love you; and this is not a reason for you to love me but a result of my Love.
And if you can love me, I will be grateful to have you as my companion in Love and in Life.
Will you excuse yourself to love me, too?
I excuse the world to love you.
Come to me and all else will go away. Find me and I will help you find the treasures of my heart.
There, by your coming, the hate that covers my heart will dissolve, letting you come in!
If I see you but resist coming to you even if you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life is due to my Patience.
You have to meet my words, hear about me before meeting me, so that not your beauty but your intellectual wealth can bring you to me.
That way you will know me before hearing me for the first time, and you will see my words coming to life upon your arrival.
This clear path will cast light onto the shadow of your thoughts.
It will make you feel like you are coming back to Home.
Aum!
The only way to make our realities meet is this clear path.
Because the world and its image isn’t there without our minds.
First the world of our minds meet before the altars of our physical bodies merge in this present moment.
And I think about you all the time. Are you also thinking about me?
You are a tough cookie, and so, I have to perfect the image of my mind to meet you.
You fully live in my mind, so you also live in the world of my mind.
Let me live in yours so that you cast away my loneliness with your Hate and Anger.
Call me to you with Love and Kindness.
“Come”, but do never go. This is the throne to “Stay”.
You have the wind that takes my breath away.
That same wind of strength is playing with your hair on a spriteful day.
Yes, your hands…
Every time they move they take my soul attached into the webs of your action.
You are the only girl in town who plays with her own hair on a daily basis.
My mother used to do that with my hair to show her affection.
And that’s how you connect to people, I know it.
How I am wishing I could play with your hair instead.
This distance, whether far or close, is killing me.
When you are worlds away or when you are two chairs away are the same.
I hate the fact that my hands have to touch a pen more than your delicate hands.
My eyes have to look at these pages more than they are allowed to look at you right in the eyes…
Or else life might call me weird: you may think I am crazy.
I am crazy for you.
1001, 1002, 1003 …
How many times more to meet You? I? We?
When will it be as We are?
This “I” is so alone. “I” is distanced to Myself. “I” is a third person now.
Only you can meet “I” to turn it into us.
I left my first person singular to get a chance for becoming first person plural.
“I” loves you. Yes, I do love you…
Though I can’t just come to you, or else I would be like anyone else.
The tension, the longing, the Hate… These sufferings enhance my love.
Only they can prove my worth by testing my love.
Until the ease from your coming, I have to wait eternally…
Like people dreaming of heaven, like they dream of God’s salvation.
I don’t need higher beings; I don’t need servants either.
I need you for you are my equal.
HuH, all beings with H must end with H.
Hate is my faitH.
Your hair swirls by flicking of your fingers.
Purple flowers on a tree are on the horizon, wishing your coming back as you make your exit.
Maybe one day, this writing of mine makes its exit from my life to enter your life.
There won’t be any names; no clues written in the text.
You will know it is written for you, but you will never be able to prove it.
I am long gone for us, and if your heart can accept it then I shall live in the depth of your heart.
Until then you have my pages to explore, and who knows if you will still be there when you finish reading it.
Loving you so much means hating everything else.
No other women can attract me.
No other life form can resurrect me.
I died the first time I saw you and that’s about it.
Ever since you live in me.
Maybe you feel it, maybe you don’t.
Time tells the story in the end, and you are my Time.
I excuse anything to see you, to be with you even if it is as short as a second.
A second with you is my infinity. There my essence rests: my final Stay.
I stay with you.
There won’t be any names, but your name. It is where I disguise my secret.
That is the only information I know about you and even that might be wrong.
I never asked you. You never talked to me. We never really met.
We have a lot to talk about, I have a lot of love to share, sprinkling rose petals on your carpet.
Red roses, pink roses, white roses… All colours of surprises.
Many confessions about how I destroyed the worlds to reach you.
*the narrator takes a deep breath* as you scroll through the knowledge of the deep.
Your thoughts are on your hair, your hands weave them into your mind, knitting is connecting.
I know for a fact if I could hold your hands once all my Love would transform from your hands to your hair.
From your hair to your my mind; from your mind to your heart. Then my art would be complete.
You are beautiful. My eyes witness your beauty.
I don’t think there are eyes who can see you as beautiful as mine. I am not bragging.
This includes your own eyes.
I am hiding my heart from you inside my palm, you mustn’t see the Pre-sent until it is time to reveal it.
At last, the secrets of the universe will be revealed to you.
I have no one else to share it, but with you.
Look, there is a city burning from all sides!
Fire encircling its high walls!
Where to escape when the whole world is falling into hell?
So come, sing with me for there is a garden at the centre where no fire has ever reached yet.
My hate kept the fires away, pushed all the temptations of the world, so that it is preserved until your arrival.
There are trees which you like, rivers and waters encircle within us.
These liquids dance around us, they give you clarity and peace.
And there, right next to you, I am fighting your demons, killing your stress and anxiety away.
I hate them because I love you, and they try to consume you as their fuel.
My arms can protect you from all these harms…
Come and stay with me, I insist.
I will make you a coffee, massage your feet… You will lose the track of Time.
I will annoint your hair with the most beautiful smells, and play them for you.
Will you teach me how you will like me to cut them? What shampoos to use?
Will you share your likes and your hobbies with me?
I want to know everything about you.
All the big and small details, all the things (take) that make you you.
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Falling down on us, separating us to different beds…
Beauty of our eyes have opened a portal from heaven, tears are falling like angels from the sky.
They are blessing us, enrichening our cheeks like plum, like baby bum, like baby bump.
Too good to be true. Too magical to think You and I as We, Us.
Here my wrath falls over you and I for not being We, Us forever, for not leaving their selfish ego behind.
My self gives me pain without you; it gives me pain when you are, too.
Kill me and myself by stopping being you!
When you die to be us, only then my pain will be gone.
I am already dead. My hate killed myself long ago. Nothing is left, yet, you see an image of me, read me as if I am alive.
Abrakadabra: From out of nothing… is this life.
If everything came from out of nothing. There was a chance of your coming when nothing was left in who I am…
There was a hope of your coming where you strip off the dress of your self to claim Us.
One in a million, or less likely, but we all made it through much rarer situations like our miracle of birth.
I fell in love with this possibility of impossibilities in life, which are proven to exist later when all seems impossible, and so:
I killed myself.
Only your kiss can raise my dead corpse to life. It looks moving, like dead branches move with the wind.
As deadly as Death I have to be your Death to be Dad to our children. You are their Mother.
All else is hate, and that’s how I died… Hate kills, and I can’t love the image of myself in the mirror when you aren’t next to me.
I died to save you from myself with the hope of You saving me from myself. Save me from yourself by being Ourselves!
Y falls, turning your to our, yourself to ourself.
Let no I and You, My and Your exist. Nothing can end the thirst and hunger in Us except We are, Us. W-R-S, the VeRSe.
Nous et nos, for this book is Our Notredame. Tu es belle.
Du bist wunderschön. Wir sind Perfekt. Alles andere führt zur Hölle.
Crazy, how I thought I could write anything but these verses.
I hate the spiritual because there is a distance where the worlds are apart.
I do love you, but I hate admitting it to you.
Then what? The beauty of the secret world is over.
If I proved my love, I would be a noro: a man without a love and meaning.
I could get my yes or no, then move on with my love, but how would there be these worlds that contain these words?
There would be no inspiration, no execution; hence no revelation.
There would exist no prophet, no scripture would be found.
Nobody, no human really knew what it is like to be out from this world.
Yet, they all admired you with their own tongues without knowing this is what they did.
Yet, I have the bold claim of seeing you directly without any angel.
You walk around me, but you never talk to me.
I don’t go far too much and claim you crucified me as my death is due to what is in me. You are in me.
I can’t reject your Pre-sent when you are next to me either.
Sent my sense to you. Fully spiritual. It flew across worlds and reached to you.
Maybe you are confused or even bothered as to why you are suddenly thinking about me.
You must know, the meaning and the love that gave birth to meaning overcame formless and soulless descriptions of you.
All these scriptures written before me, they only give love to you and hate all else. Extreme by design.
You are neither One, nor Three.
Love is so ethereal and unique that if you give it to many, you don’t give it to any.
Do you know أنيسة about Anisa? The Pleasant Companion? Or Люба about Lyuba? The Sweetheart?
And many more languages gave all these abstract sounds a clear meaning, to express their Love.
My abstract image is Water of Life. She is forever alive she can’t be killed.
She can be made visible in life by merging Our Liquid together in your Secret Garden.
Only when it is secret to me, then she can be fully visible: Sucan. She is called by her name.
There is no other word to express her. She is the evidence to Our Love.
Do you see her already? She is already in your mind and in your soul.
I can make you see her but you need to wish seeing her first.
Hating Death is Life.
Fighting against death is an act of Love.
Killing who is trying to kill you is saving your life.
Whether from a snake or from a more capable being, my part as man is to give my life when danger lurks.
Else, the forces in life separates us, reduces us into nothingness.
When a woman has to establish her safety and comfort, her life falls from the richness of joy to mere survival.
It locks the reproductive mechanism of her body, and so she avoids her own possible creation.
By hating possible chance of Life, she rebels against the beauty of a family and union.
The outside attacks disturb the family dynamics, corrupting her thinking by damaging her core family.
She blames the cruel life by judging her unborn children. She doesn’t give them a chance to live.
I have to be a man no matter how hard it is, giving up my body and my soul to serve you.
Only this way I can protect you and our core family from the possible corruptions of life.
And you have to accept your feminine energy, your life giving force.
Or else, we both suffer and die lonely in the crowded stage of life.
Billions of people but only You can complete me. And missing you is my extinction.
This is Our Miracle if you say “yes” to me. Disperse the clouds of my doubts after the rain.
This way we can rejoice under sunny sky, a beautiful day together.
Flowers are around us… They are not in between Us.
I promise to give you comfort and safety. I am willing to serve you to take away your burdens.
Ah! This Love. Of course words can’t describe it. I am just being silly.
I am ready to pierce mountains, make ways to your heart without hurting even a piece of your hair.
White cloudy seeds are moving away from their home to their new home to spring forth their own kind in the place unknown.
I flew away thousands of miles to find you. But finding means nothing if the wind isn’t blowing in the right direction.
The conditions must be met naturally, meaning all this Life should work towards Our Future to make it all happen.
To place my seeds in you, winds must carry me to you, waters must push us together, heat must ripen us feeding our earthiness.
If Life wants to move on Life must bear Life like we bear children like us. This is the promise.
For all these elements to come together, bringing me to your body, I need your ground.
You are my Rock and my Universe without you I scatter myself into the Void.
I don’t want to be nothing, I want to be yours.
You are beautiful, you really are.
While cloudy seeds are raining down on me as I am coming for you.
Under these thick clouds are our marriage.
Only if we can be who We are.
Only if I can touch you to love you.
Only if I can go deep in you, reaching your H-ear-T.
ReacH EAR To my love by listening to your own heart.
Do you hear me? Are birds not chirping around you, bringing the news of my love?
You can find anything in this world. More handsome men, wealthier lives… There are always things better than I am.
Except my love towards you, there are no words as such written elsewhere.
How much can you sacrifice in this life for the promises written in these lines?
There is nothing richer than giving unconditionally. Even if I hate the probability of you not liking me, I give all these words to you.
I expect nothing. And nothing is about me. All is about you choosing Life. Don’t you like to save the world now, by saving me from missing you?
Take me into your arms.
My Heroine, my Queen… You are the girl that decorate my dream.
By your saving Grace, by the gift of your parents… They were one when creating you. Do you not want to live against all odds?
Think about our children, they would like you to choose them over nothingness.
My affection is greater than the pleasures of life. It is greater than sex, money, and all other material.
When you fall, my love will be there for you.
When you are sick, my love will be your joy.
My love will never leave you alone, even after when my body is gone.
Or even after you die, my love to you won’t pass away. It will endure forever.
Let us tie Our Time to one another. We weren’t born at the same hour, but we shall die and resurrect together.
To-get-her, to-get-me, find me after the end of dots…
I am here to stay in your heart forever. Will you be able to like me or hate me?
If you hate me to love what you want to love, I can’t say more than these words. I take my respectful leave. No return…
You will never see or hear about me ever…
I will be hiding behind the bushes, in the complete dark where monsters hide.
I will be hiding to disguise the ugly face of shame of loving you.
Will you be able to find me? Or will the stars pierce one another until the universes crumble?
Put my shame away by confessing your love to me or hang me to Moon’s dark side.
Whether I shall sit on the highest throne, above Gods’ throne, or fall down so deep that no life can access me ever again.
Oh, what kind of beast I have become by loving you! Worse than devils, saruman, voldemort… Worse than Sheitan.
Until our first talk, these are my Word that praise me or doom me.
By Word we rise or fall, but I keep my promise to you.
At the very least save my Word by laughing at my foolish Love. These words live for your smile.
So, mock my weakness of loving you, then I will travel to different universes, hiding myself from you, decorating them according to your beauty.
No more saving, only imitating. The statues, the arts, the writings of all these alien creatures will call your name, claiming you their Goddess.
I don’t want to be saved any way, I want to be loved oder bin ich schon tot. Du kannst nix machen, lieb mir or kill me!
Make me be King of kings, or Jester of jesters. I have no sympathy for democracy. No sharing of my love and my power.
Whether you rule or there are no elections. If I am to die in shame for not wishing for what many wishes for then let me die in full shame!
I hate this Shame. I hate the fact that there is a chance of losing you forever.
Like democracies cause politics, my loss of power is your polyamory, polygamy… Whatever is many…
Ana gel! Benim ol! Ya da yak beni ateşinle öyle ki külün olayım.
Be my meaning and my understanding, or let me lose my sight.
Cry! Have meRCY on me… meCRY!
Chaos with its mouth full open, its teeth gnashing, is biting my dick off. Eating the flesh of my most private.
Don’t you see all these monsters? Your demons! I am fighting them under the pouring rain!
I am killing them. Ripping off the contract you made with these devils for your success.
You had everything, but you haven’t seen the truth of your real worth because nobody became a mirror of Love to you.
Nobody gave their whole self to you before. But I am Yourself. Your demons are angry, screaming against me.
They are running towards me to capture me, throwing me from one end of Hell to its other end.
Millions of years are passing by, never thought Hell was this big, including the whole humankind.
Innocence is vulnerable to violence, and they captured your soul.
You are struggling to live, though you are working so hard for the success.
How will you let my children live when your beasts are munching my balls off. Don’t you see this savagery?
Am I really that ugly now that I am the Beast of beasts, and the Demon of your demons?
For I got so violent, lost so many parts that I have become worse than them to win against them?
Maybe it is your demons making you see the most beautiful the most ugly, and the most ugly the most beautiful…
Actually, I can prove it to you easily that it is so: When you look at mirror you are insecure about your beauty.
You are looking at yourself in the mirror, thinking you are miserable.
Let me make things clear: You are the most beautiful woman even though you can’t see the same image in your sight.
You don’t know this, these wicked demons took the truth away from you, and that’s how they convinced you to believe them.
There is a way to fix it: Let Us go back to purity together.
There you prove my glorious image to be the truth, where I am higher than gods, and I prove yours, where you are greater than goddesses.
And we become the best of Us.
Blood is the promise so that no blood will be shed on earth any more, but they will find their equilibrium by Our Love.
In between all these binaries, there is a neutral ground. There are Neutrons between Protons and Electrons.
To obtain Love, mastering love and hate isn’t the only solution. One needs to master also the neutrality.
I am neutral to everything I hate but everything you love, except if you love another man. Then I am not neutral, I am out from Life.
I don’t want to love anyone else, I am not seeking someone better, or someone equal to you.
Nothing I can equate or compare them to you. You have no opposition, need no binary to live in my heart.
I, when the ground is neither high or low, declare you as you are.
You are who We are: IncomPARABLE.
Let me tell you a parable:
“There was once a woman who liked many, and many men liked her, too; they satisfied her ego until their needs were satisfied.
Upon their climax, emptying their lust on her body, they walked away from her. She became a ruined temple in their sight.
When she felt sick and her mood was down, they just said, “Goodbye” to her. Many men passed from her life, never to return again.
The woman died of loneliness, hating men, hating what is pure, hating unity between real genders which are two: male and female.
She never felt like woman, nor like man any more. Between men and women the middle was to bear children.
She didn’t reach to the middle, she reached to her DAMNATION”.
To accept her wrong would bring her back to life, but she lost her own respect.
She could be rich once again, not the richness of the material which tends to go many, but the richness of soul which is forever united.
Everyone was born from the same soul and will return back to the same soul, but some lost it while walking on earth.
She also returned back to the Soul after she was dead. There she remembered her other half, Him.
There she asked forgiveness from him, saying, “The dream was so real, I thought it would last forever.
I thought I could do anything I wanted to do, which I did. But it was so short and so dry, it wasn’t worth it.
I had paid it with the beauties of the eternal love and with your soul, which is my other half”…
How then her other side can forgive her? She can’t forgive herself, can she? And he is Her.
She left herself/him, seeking herself everywhere else, spreading doom to other lusting men like germs spread.
She sought Love and Joy everywhere but in him.
Some say, “Godless, Spineless”, I say, “She who has lost”. A dream became her nightmare upon her waking.
Her demons became so apparent to her.
All these stories of new and old, of recent and ancient, were never about God. They were always about Love.
Some love will be praised and some will put to shame. Not all loves are the same.
Some will stay, others come and go on a daily basis. Casual sex became the casualty of humankind.
I did not come to you because I did not want to go.
I am here for Stay: like Stacy, meaning resurrection.
Only you can stay with me forever as you have my soul.
Do you know how hard it is to stay in one position and never move? Have you ever meditated?
It is harder than any moves of the world. All moves come and go, each having their own moment.
The more you try to stay still, the more your body would want to move.
All the masses of the universe are pulling us in their own direction.
Unless we become the centre, we swing left and right.
How to be a centre? It is not that hard. Be my centre and I will pull all the stars into your presence.
I know the mysteries of the universes, but I am foreign to You.
Let me master you. I want to learn all your beauty spots.
Let me flag them mine, giving each a very special name.
Inhaling your scent, tasting your skin, moving my eyes on your body, hearing your voice, feeling your heart…
I will call you Güzelim! Canım! Aşkım!
You will hear words you have never heard before. You will taste what you have never tasted.
You will witness such unique gems. You will smell the real aphrodisiac.
Upon receiving all you will feel what you have never felt before. Every cell of your body will shake.
They will be rejuvenated. You will be ready for the eternal youth.
A love unreal will be made real for you. Just for You!
So, move, just one last time, get up and come to me. Then I will make sure your stay.
The world will move for you, all these beauties of the world will come at your feet.
Love will manifest itself on air, in sea, under earth, and over fire.
All these elements will give their homage to you.
Finally, you will find the Secret of secrets: Sucan.
I know you will not come and ask, “what are you writing about”, but you will be the first and the last to know its mysteries.
No one else will now about it. Will you share its Secret with others or keep Her to Us?
When a secret is shared by one it reaches to all. When it is shared by many it reaches to none.
All will admire our love or none will know about it.
Which path to go?
I am sharing it only with you. Words are my Testament.
These words are my Nur, my Divine Light.
Do you feel the Shinstar, greater than Morningstar. It is so bright, you can’t see it, or else you go blind.
In Life, in Death things that warm you up can end up burning you like the sun.
I don’t want to burn you with my love, or make you go blind. That is how I dimmed my light, contained my blight.
I know that love so excessive can be overwhelming, or even annoying…
But what could I do? Lie? I won’t do. Sometimes to be fire and light, we have to burn bright!
Until we are one, and there are no more you and I…
We become something new when we are tested by fire: Genesis.
A moth to flame… And We metamorphose into flames hotter then Hell’s. Now Hell must fear Us.
When earth is cooked by flames, it hardens, getting stronger than ever.
Pottery is mastering the art of all elements, shaping from from a shapeless mud.
Love forms unity, it shapes nothing into everything.
Transforms fear into peace. Without Love nothing exists.
Hate is to crop the unwanted branches, so that fruits can grow bigger and tastier.
This is so if you master Life. And if you don’t then you might hurt those you love.
If the whole world exists, but you are not there, what is the meaning of its existence?
Without a centre no gear can turn, no galaxy can cause life.
I can’t contain myself in anywhere but in you only.
And if you die, I also die with you; and the world dies with us, too.
There are no orders in my writing. With Life, that is You, experiencing you shall overcome my writings.
If I hold your hands, I can’t hold these pen and papers.
When you come to me, the pages in between us must burn.
Words must fade away so that our lips meet, to kiss.
Will you kiss me if I stop writing?
Or should I write forever until all possibilities are drained?
Maybe karma leaves you to me after having no other option.
Kısmet, they say. If it will happen, it will happen.
If it won’t happen, then it won’t. Nothing will change the course of Time.
Will Kısmet leave you to me?
Ah, this Life! It drains away all, but I hold on to my dear You.
If ever days get darker, I will move the clouds away for your brighter future.
Then I will apply sunscreen to your back, will cover your back when you need me the most.
And so, some of these white pages are covered with the milky way.
Traces of sprinkled stars on the starry sky are proving my love.
Line by line I sniff your scent like a drug addict.
Swiping these l/e/t/t/e/r/s into lines, snorting them into me.
Home is where heart is. We all have unique hearts, there contained people and universes.
All life is contained in this small cozy cabinet that beats: bum-bum, bum-bum.
Do you feel the Wave? Do you feel the attraction of Water?
Come to me to go to her. Come to her to go to me.
Do you see what I see? Do you feel what I feel?
This Love, Beauty from inside out and not from outside in.
Das klingt. Life vibrates. Ich höre dich in my heart.
We share the Life on Earth.
H for Hello or Heart.
You are very Welcome. Just Come. Sit bei mir. Ich küsse dich from your eyes.
Herzvoll, aber nur für dich.
Honesty
Himmel
High
_-* Stairway to the Heights, of wonderful Heide.
I wonder if you will like the tops of the mountains…
The head grows, then the image of the world is easier to contain in this fish bowl.
Ride me.
Pride over me.
Like puzzles are attached together, the pieces match:
Strike to lit my candle!
I can barely hide you away, and your name when the candle reveal your curves.
This night, be mine!
Let the night speak until it is morning.
Let me dawn on you! Und die Sonne scheint.
Die Hochzeit.
I don’t have secrets any more. I have you.
Who would read this much, just to reject my propose?
You have to be so evil, pursuing to kill me forever by knowing my weaknesses.
Es ist schiesse wie cruel you are to me.
Though you plot against me, I plot on dying in your arms.
How can I get scared of you then?
I just can’t.
So, my offer to you is my neck. Go ahead. Behead me, bite me, or kiss me.
It will be my pleasure whatever you do to me.
Is there more freedom than this?
Is there anything more limitless than this?
What I give you shockingly is something priceless.
Every beautiful thing has an end. You are beautiful, but can you promise me to not end?
Don’t come to me with an end because it is worse than killing me, hurting my neck.
Pure pain of missing you is worse than guillotine.
So, sing for me the music of your eternal youth.
Bless me with your love, and I will dance forever. Have you not seen a headless chicken run around?
Spare my head and your call with be my way to home, like birds are chirping or swans are landing on a lake.
There our necks swirl into one another like swans’ necks are intertwined.
Except we don’t fall this time because the image is on a snake on a staff, but we rise, hugging victory.
Let my daughters be as beautiful as you.
Continue reading… Stopping the pages kill the magic.
Can you really go back to a life without love?
Don’t be cruel, baby!
Yes, it is my first time calling you “baby”.
If you like it I can call you “my baby”. Do you see the difference?
Else, grow up immediately, and become an adult to escape from me…
I would like to grow up like mountains to protect you from the passing wind…
I can’t blame you for thinking all these mountains are imprisoning you.
You have to first love these mountains to feel safe when you are encircled by them…
My growth can cause my wrath to grow also on those who try to harm you.
Which wrath will you choose? My wrath or those who want to harm you?
Maybe none… Only your own wrath in your own loneliness for rejecting me.
No family, no children, no warmth… Only a frozen heart that walls up against my love.
You could be soft and lively right next to me. Feeling my kindness around you.
My wrath would never touch you, only my love and kindness would.
Yes, only my Kindness is your share.
The proof is this writing. Smile for me and for yourself.
Smile for us and the universe will flourish, regenerate, and persist.
You are my universe, I respect your essence.
I am the void around you; I see all your stars. They all point at your feet.
Yes, your feet. Will they bring you to me?
What other path can be softer than a carpet decorated by rose petals?
Show me and I will turn the path between us the way you would like it to be.
There will be tall and kind trees on each side of the road.
Their hard bark will protect you from the outside forces.
Violent tornadoes will turn into soft breeze upon your cheeks by their filter.
The grass will always be greener on your side. The sky bluer, the nights blacker, and days brighter…
But if you go elsewhere and I can’t reach you, except me gloomiest days and shiniest nights.
You absence turn my world upside down.
When the world goes wrong, it is not my vengeance against your rejection.
Without emptiness, there is nowhere to store life, and without “fall” there is no “in love”.
I am Void, and you reject the void, then where the World would hang?
The whole reality must be gone with the void, too.
A dream fills the void, a dream to have you in the next lives.
Naturally, fall asleep and falling in love are in contrast.
If I fall in love with you and I got a positive response, all is real.
If I fall in love with you and I got a negative response, I fall asleep.
Maybe this is how Life conquers the vast emptiness… Maybe that’s how You win by making me lose.
A lovely queen turns into a cruel dictator to rule over all, leaving no absence.
And I must confess, I hated the absence, though I didn’t hate my absence. I hated your absence.
As you are the universe, your image of future by your decisions dictate on void what to see in reality.
In your absence, I miss your presence. In your presence is my Pre-sent.
And your presence fills my purpose, the void. When a void devoids itself is when you devout yourself into being.
That’s how inseparable We are.
Weareinseparable.
A butterfly is resting on your skin; she is so tender and majestic, but she is also tough.
No one cared for her when she was just a worm.
She spent her many years in this lonely cocoon, transforming herself to her sexiest form.
Now all men approach her, but she won’t flatter.
She knows their ugly truth; she knows want to kill her beauty now that she is wonderful.
She is full of life and colours, gorgeous and kind, but she doesn’t want anybody near her. No, not any more.
She knows how they have thought until she became the frame of their desire.
Her beauty now exposes their stare, their gaze: they want to be with her.
People make tattoos in the shape of her corpse and not in her lively state.
These humans who think they are kind to get a tattoo of a corpse are actually so violent.
They think their violence is cute, they don’t see themselves from the sight of their victims.
Many young and beautiful are fallen into their traps. They have become their collections.
There these young and beautiful purities cried and grieved in pain.
These bastards took their beauty away and left them to their loneliness after they lost their innocence.
I know such men who hurt you, but I still think you are beautiful, because I am here for your soul.
You might have cocooned yourself, or went total shit… Even as a worm, you would be my worm.
I would think about you as my bookworm.
My face is ugly, my words are useless; I have nothing to charm you except giving my soul.
I am making you the best in my book. You look is the best in my eyes.
Will you help me in this plot?
Crunch the leaves of my pages, let words fly over you before feeding you. Let this book be your cocoon.
Like you, these words are tough and selective, but they land on your face insisting like the butterfly on your skin.
Do you hear these words? Do you see their love?
All begun with hate ends in love; and all that begun with love ends in hate.
I know you were hating me because I was foreign, unknown. I stayed unknown to this day.
Yet, I was always aware of your Presence. I was aware, you were aware of my Presence. We are aware of Pre-sent.
You knew me before hearing a word from me.
You are hearing all these words before knowing who I am. I am who I am. I love you as I am.
An author might say in his book, “I didn’t write this book” even though he has written it.
I said, “I am not who I am; I am who you are”.
Now, if you ask me, “Did you write this?” You know what you will hear from me unless you instead say, “I love you”.
Or say the secret code: “We are Swans”. Only then I will tell, “It was me”. Until then I only reject all the accusations.
Myself is my gift, and this book is my Pre-sent.
My existence and the existence of my script is tied to you.
If you love me you will love this tie, and if you don’t the tie will scare you.
I don’t want to scare you or to make you feel anxious.
If you don’t want me, you say, “Go”, and I leave because myself is in you, I can only obey your command.
I can’t oppose or resist. Your “Yes” is my “Yes”, and your ” No” is my “No”.
You can also easily stop reading, giving your focus elsewhere. An easy way to kill these words…
Despite all, I am here to talk if you want to talk. I am curious about your first words.
Doom me or bless me, I won’t flinch.
I will take your words as granted.
I could come and ask you directly, but letters bring intellect and romance to our lives.
Letters bring proof of well-spent time for love’s cause.
Now, turn your face up from the pages and see all these beautiful couples around me…
Look at me, how I sit alone in between them. What do you think I am missing? You.
Why is this life so hard, and the path so narrow?
Why is my portion loneliness. Wish it wasn’t. Wish you were here. Pink Floyd.
Music has a charm, you have a charm. You are my Music and my Charm.
Every note begins with you and ends with Love, for you are my Love.
Between oceans there are sharp cuts, between lands there are different biomes with precise dissections.
Yet, the sand of the deserts feed forests across the oceans. Wind takes them by their hand and carries them.
Wind cares none of these borders. No fuel will make humans travel across the universe, but the sails.
The sails will be guided by the winds. Those who understand this metaphor is wise.
Same winds will be carrying steams of water, sparkling fire, and dust of life into our bodies.
No one will be eating or drinking, but inhaling in these long journeys.
And to kiss each other, couples will take their masks off, daring to die of hunger and thirst for the sake of unification.
Without kissing there is no way to protect life. Without kisses, all newborns will just have to die.
It is not fucking that sustains life, it is the kisses of love.
Without love no one should kiss one another as it would be like Judah’s kiss.
Children who haven’t seen their parents kiss will eventually fall into the acts of war and destruction.
Though there are the children who decides on saving generations. They haven’t see love from their parents.
However, they will build a family based on love because they will understand love’s beauty.
They will be more couraged to express their love.
To preserve life, they will dare to kiss no matter how hard the situation is.
And a kiss of unconditional love can only be brought by wind.
Without a loving partner, without the seed flying across lands to find her, there can be no sprout.
Dragonflies are flying on a beautiful day, each looking for love to crown the beauty of life with their unique pose.
This, a letter in Sucan’s alphabet for her language of love. Her language is alive.
Sounds come and go, but your silence gives me anxiety.
You make me shiver, only you can make me shiver.
You have authority over me for I value your words and opinions.
Every little bit of your noise, I would like to listen to it.
I hear your heartbeat and your silence breath.
Yes, you breath is my wind. Yes, as the nature of the wind things move away from their source.
They travel across the universe to find a more reliable source.
I will find you when I think I am the farthest away from you.
My seed will fall in you whether into your heart, mind, soul, or your belly.
Then wash me away with your next blow, or inhale me for you are the Source.
Change the current of your wind. Be willing, I am willing. Wind mills are milling.
Clouds over us. They are also under us. We are a huge sandwich in between the clouds.
Or the world is just a fishbowl and we are its fish. I don’t know which one more magical.
Then I see a white sun behind the clouds, looking like moon.
On its opposite, at the horizon, there is a golden moon, looking like sun.
Who would have believed me if you didn’t believe me?
You will witness the day and believe my truth one day.
Until the days are coming, I excuse your lack of belief. Just don’t be so religious about these magics.
Sometimes time is just right. Miracles are just rare incidents of what is normal.
Until the right time, I save myself for you.
The German landscape is beautiful. I wasn’t from here, but now I am from here.
I don’t know where you are from. I assume you are also from the world. Are you?
I hope you are not extraterrestrial.
I am not a prophet. I don’t carry the message of another. My message is written by me for you.
I am just an ordinary man, living a mundane life. You are my Magic.
Life is real but I see it to be magical because you are my Life.
My words cast spell over the German landscape. A land is a land, but it turned into somewhere magical.
Without a magical view, life is just violent and cruel. There are wars and killings… People die every day.
Life vividly share its harm, but to protect you I am constantly changing the plot.
Your presence has this effect. When I see you I am void of all the existential crisis because I go blind and the world disappears.
Oo, my self, how it see-seas (ceases) to exist. You are my Seas.
All the land disappears when there are only seas ahead to see.
Yea, to see you I must cease at seas.
Share with my heart your tasty Strawberries. They smell sweet just like you. Surprise me with your red sweet.
Then I will feel at peace and in tranquil.
Like girls rest under the grapes, each grapes are so juicy and ripe; they just slowly fall into their mouth. One by one.
One by one until they are full, taking their turns to fall, to fall in love for the greatest pleasure in their bellies.
There is still one last strawberry left. One last fruit until we really meet. Then we will reach the fruits of our garden.
Into the forest we will go, behind berrybushes we will hide.
To the city we will return, to the rooftops that pierce clouds we will climb.
We are never alone together.
We will watch the moon as it rise; it will fade into the clear sky before we know the night is over.
When one force is stronger, the other force gets weaker. The moon tide will continue to have its effect on our hearts.
Yes, I know, my words fell on you like rainfall; Waterfall, Waterrise.
Everything has its time on earth and heaven, but not in hell.
Rockets pierce the sky, shooting our prints out as life jerks away. One must take off first to land.
One must die first to live afterwards.
I had to hate first like babies cry upon their first arrival.
This is the screed that tells you my heart’s screet: LOVE.
All else reveals itself as love completes.
All mysteries are resolved as love finds us hiding behind the berry bushes.
Then what else can/could describe Love but Hate?
I hate those who hate you.
I will hate those who hate my wife and my children, and our way of life.
I hate it if you fall in love with anyone but Me, especially after telling me how you loved Me.
I hate hating; I wish there was only life and the life was only an utopia. But it isn’t so.
Nobody can understand Love without Hate.
You are Love and I am Hate.
I know how to hate because I know how to love. And the same way round.
I hate disloyalty, dishonesty, disrespect, and all that is rude; but I have to use them to sharpen my sword against my worst enemies.
My sword has to fall over their heads so that my head can rest on your chest safely.
Else, what kind of husband would I be? A cuckold? Dying of passivity instead of living with you together.
Then the worst enemy of you will be me if I loved those who try to kill you.
Unlike them, I am here to give you comfort, safety while offering happiness and joy.
My job is to make your hards soft by erecting my softs hard.
I have to be a dibber on your soil, a dagger on hearts of your enemies.
That way your love and life grows, and your foes beg under your feet.
By hatred I shall kill the diseases so that Health becomes your companion.
There is a beginning on every End. This end might be the beginning of our love. It may also be a beginning for you without me.
It is your choice, Reader decides the plot. Writer is only there to admire.
I am Writer and you are Reader. I can’t decide for you what is best for you.
In the end, I must concede you know yourself better than I do.
I am willing to get to know you if you let me through.
Hopefully, you can include me in yourself, and can make us Us. Read. Recite. Repeat.
“Us-Us-in-Nation”. A sniper pulls the trigger, the bullet goes to the heart of the target.
Words pierce your Heart. Will you die on this battlefield, or will you survive?
All loves end with Hate, and hates with Love.