It was the first time
When the first time
Was the first time.
It was a unique spark
That lasted for a moment.
Through it started a fire
Of life and death.
An unstoppable reaction,
Everlasting grace of light.
It is what it is called.
Source of all creation,
And doom of all end.
It pierced existence to the darkness,
From nothingness all there is came.
It bound beings to the consciousness,
From the dream the truth came.
Whether it was God’s image,
Or I, in thought.
All the things around me (dı-dı-dı-dıdı-dı)
Are just my fantasy. (dı-dı-dı-dıdıdı)
With your hands around me
We can dance till morning.
What if whats around me
Are not my fantasy.
Then with all my honesty
We can merry marry.
(An Earworm to walk with if you can catch its melody)
Push your board around me,
And with your blue shirt
be my sky!
Wave your blond hairs at me,
And with your blue eyes
see my sky!
Pull me to yourself every time you turn
Lets lock our eyes to each
of our sky!
Show what you can do,
And with your skate
move our sky!
Like a ballet turn around herself, I turn
For you are the princess
of my sky!
With your innocent smile,
And with your warm hands, you
make me fly!
Everywhere was dark,
And the life was without an ark.
My eyes were already closed
To see all my Is’ are apposed.
One dream had many players,
One player had many dreams.
Hence the first was, is, and will
Be the same as the last.
From my closed eyes came this poem,
From my poem came I.
Like Tupac have said,
All Is on me.
And I am, and all the Is behold me.
Take heart in this phenomenon,
I am, and all there is.
Your presence is like a New Summer,
You send my cold heart a sirocco.
It is when a local from Erzurum
Drinks its tea with Lemon,
Or when a Satsuma tree blossoms in Japan.
Kumquat is the colour of your hair,
And I am at peace with your Koji eyes.
Until this summer ends,
Your Grapefruits will ripen.
I wonder if you will let me taste them?
We, humans, dwell in time.
Our hands delve the roots
So deep as well that we,
By heart, shelve the knowledge.
Thus I tell a secret
Of the twelve is this:
“Number 12 is the code of Tree of Knowledge, and from its root springs out Tree of Life, the 13th. Without knowledge none can find the life, and as humans we live, not because we found it, but because we are the foliage of Tree of Life. With the wind, we dance.”
Let me tell you how she comes
Like she came into being.
With her blue eyes,
She sits next to me.
A prey in fault is she
For my look pierces her heart.
She should not have sat there
In the first place.
In the first place of thought
She should have sat instead.
Now that she already sat
Can never change where she is set.
Caught in the web of my write,
She can never leave apart,
Nor escape.
A portion of my deserve,
No one is dared to observe.
I, like any spider, will not let her go.
Some things that we strive
Comes true through our contrive.
Like a man whose hand rests
On the works he creates.
Then are we not to think,
To be, and to blink?
Hence, the eye be focused on horizon
To see the sun is uprisen.
A woman from my neighbourhood
Had a yellow hood.
She made a courteous bow, so low,
Sweeping the webs of my heart with her blow.
For she was gentle and fragile,
To my heart she reached in agile.
Upon her removal of her hood fair,
Were released her beautiful blonde hair.
All the lions envied her hair which is to them her mane.
And all the horses reared up in front of her domain,
To give respect they waved their mane.
Like a fairytale the scenery was,
It sparked in me the approach to her hawse.
Would she let me, nobody knows.
I love the stars above
And the world is over me.
I love the earth under my feet
And the clouds are beneath me.
Sky is not the limit,
Nor the globe is the stage.
To be and not to be
Is the limit.
So be it, or be it not,
One cannot decide.
The decisions come after we be,
To bind us in time.
Hence with time,
We be not.
We be n’t.
Vibin it.