If I could have found
Someone to express
I would’ve talked about
My Loneliness

If you’re a good person
It radiates. People know
If you’re a bad person
It radiates even more

I know it is really hard
But when the moment’s right
Believe me that, no matter what
You’ve gotta think with the heart

When I think or hear about love
It doesn’t, at all, seem to solve
Most our problems
Look at the evidence
Everythin’s getting worse
As time runs its course

Fool me once, shame on you…
Fool me twice, shame on you…
Fool me thrice, shame on you…
Fool me four times, shame on you…
Fool me one more time,
Still the very same shame on you...

March 9th 2014

You talk the talk
You walk the walk
The question is
Can you love the love

In case you are wondering, to whom I am addressing
I’ll clear that part for you, so you won’t have to be guessing

Aiming at the racist ones, words are my sole arsenal
And if you’re like them too, go ahead and take it personal

What I will emphasize may look to y’all as history
From humanity’s standpoint; it’s a big shame and mystery

It sure happened in the past, this ain’t a current topic
Or it’s maybe still around, hurtful and traumatic

Man was treated as goods, traded in public auctions
Disgrace was all over with no sign of conscience

Body wasn’t enough, you also wanted mind and soul
Wow! You must’ve paid a fortune to buy ’em all

Please answer me, Dear Sirs. What happened to empathy?
Do you know what the word refers? Taking the fifth already?

You never thought of yourself in the body of color
Yet gave long-*** speeches on dignity and honor

You were rough on the surface, to make them obey
Who knows how rotten in inside. And all that was okay

Captivated a race and gave them the stupid belief
That they were secondary and all they deserved was grief

Motivation was obvious; millions of things to take care
Slaves cost less than anything. You couldn’t even compare

Don’t run away now, we just heated the subject
He is a human being Mister, not a ******* object

Oh, I see, you don’t wanna face the sheer fact
That indeed your cruel ancestors attacked

These innocent African tribes for no good reason
In a barefaced manner despite the Age of Reason

And you’re not ready to redeem their deadly sin
Alright! Stand up and admit then. All humans are close kin

It’s **** important. Do you even know why?
That is to say to residues of racism bye-bye

Opportunity gap, project houses, ****** education
Are the real meanings of the word discrimination

Biased justice with never ending prejudice on Blacks
Are updated slavery forms deserving a good smack

You are mostly haughty for the things you didn’t earn
Race and color are given, but you have yet to learn

No man’s a property for your royal dynasty
Facing and accepting this takes a lot of honesty

Freedom was vague when society was stratified
Where the aristocracy were safely identified

By color, neighborhood, and school in the whole nation
In ******* good-old-days, during segregation

Do me a favor and don’t give me the cliché
That all **** sapiens had an equal say

It is not the truth even nowadays
Let alone back in those dark days

For all the years they have chosen to be violent
Slave owners don’t have the right to remain silent

Before giving me the crap on Afro-American’s wrongdoings
Let’s put you in their shoes and see how you’re doing

It’s not like Blacks need a defense from this ground
To see how they get even with you, just look around

Jazz, rap, hip hop, soul, reggae and blues for that matter
Non-black pants below waist, what a cross-cultural endeavor

Look at youngsters’ hands, when they’re saluting each other
Trust me, there is nothing white, it’s all from Black brother

In return is belittlement, denial, tyranny and attack
All while they are transforming and painting you solid Black

It all began in New York with the Harlem Renaissance
Artistic, rebellious and witty. Possibly the best response

I know what I’m talking about with absolute faith
Once my home address was 135th and 8th

Stop pompously calling this junk as modernity
It’s in fact nothing but big fat white sovereignty

Nonetheless you are more than welcome to anticipate
That in fact communities of color will emancipate

You from yourself in time, if you know what I mean
Too deep to grasp, huh? For what you have been

I can almost hear that you’re constantly asking me
While me being white, oh sorry. A brown maybe

Why on earth am I now irritating the past?
Like what happened back then is not manifest

I’m not even black, right. But in all fairness
I question the past to raise some awareness

I suppose it’s both because of my aching heart
Feeling in the history for this vile part

And also because of my Turkish nationality
That’s Europe’s Black these days, with Asian paternity

Add to that as well a keenness for reality
Truth needs to be cried out, it’s my personality

This way or that way, what difference does it make
Ignore who says it. Embrace the truth for God’s sake

Most great thinkers felt deeply for the human
With their vast and perpetual acumen

It’s not a duty assigned to philosophers only
We must do the same, so no race becomes lonely

There is no other way to the salvation of mankind
Notice it already! Don’t insist on being blind

If you’ve yet to realize what matters the most
It’s your efforts to solve the problem we diagnosed

Make no mistake, we don’t cry over spilt milk here
Action must speak louder than the words to clear

This longstanding injustice along with insincerity
A bleeding wound that is blocking solidarity

Here’s your chance to make it all right again
Treat people equally, I bet you’ll get an Amen

Kindly stop acting like nothing happened in the past
Labyrinth’s says it’s time for understanding at last

March 12th, 2019
labyrinth

I realize now. I am at that age
Temper is a barless cage
Like having both an inner accomplice
And a judge giving you a life-sentence

I, too, want to love
I just don’t remember how

Love is sacrifice love is action
It is totality yet also fraction

one

When it comes to selling a pure soul to Devils
There are basically three good-looking levels

What we ought to be analyzing first
Known as quenchless material thirst

This is where you start being flirty
With anything iniquitous and/or *****

Seeing property, ranks or things as somewhat valuable
Precisely what makes you weaker and more fallible

Watch out! Once you’re out of your humble abode
It’s tough to come back from that tempting road

Still a rather innocent level to be at
Heads up! You don’t know what it might beget

Fly is not little anymore, if it’s in the ointment
Not worth it to dishonor your biggest commitment

Being a human, that is. As the day you were born
Ponder on it for a sec! Before you scorn

Evidently at this stage, the relation with money
Is like of a baby bear and a jar of honey

Little by little minds became ravished
Easy come, easy go; lots were lavished

Enough number of bad deeds to practice
Sure elevated you higher than apprentice

You’re already accustomed to being unfair
Before you know it, you’ll forget how to spare

As time passes by, you’re at the very threshold
Of Daemon’s pawn shop, where dignities are bought and sold

Please stop acting like you don’t have a clue
We all know this didn’t come out of the blue

Deliberately avoided to get a rain check on this
It’s nobody’s fault now, you chose going amiss

two

Congrats! You graduated from dirt to sewer
Competitors around here are a lot fewer

You’re already a guard dog, since you passed the test
Masters give you orders now, go ahead and try your best

Good news, the payoffs are way bigger
Can you dig it? You sneaky, cheeky digger

Including but not limited to bribing
Cutting in lines, cheating, lies or bid rigging

Then come rip-offs, swindles and deceits
A whole lot of rotten bucks with no receipts

Agreements, clients, customers are out there
Simply for the sake of your modest ******* share

Don’t get carried away, we focus on the vicious
Deals of the bad guys who are too ambitious

To go for the sinless mass, trick them for wealth
Playing with the good-old education and health

Any clean trade with sweat and decency
Is not the subject here, except positive recency

What do I mean by that? Positive stays in the mind
A little good news every day, to keep the crowds blind

Anyway, where were we? Let’s just keep proceeding
To describe to folks what the hell’s really happening

Style counts, huh? All ties and jackets
While squirrelling away the fortune in buckets

It’s legit, it’s shapely. It’s not artifice.
Make no mistake. Around here, we call it business

Regardless of whose, walked away with all you could
At the end of the day, you’re not ******* Robin Hood

How fascinating, virtually as good as it gets
Go Figure. The last step, where the Evil One besets

  three

You’re at the third and last phase already
His highness the Satan is now your sugar daddy

Civil rights, law, ethics, and much more to violate
The higher you climb, the more to annihilate

Get ready straight to make millions suffer
From that armored zone of yours, you call buffer

Having children work for real late hours
Well, it’s their children, right? Not ours!

Going for the pension plans of the most innocent
Is merely a prize to you. Almost magnificent

Causing conflicts to sell even more weapons
What’re you gonna do man? **** just happens!

Resolutions, legality, votes and members
Are tools to Lucifer. But who remembers?

Vietnam, Africa and all the Middle East
Where you have real wars to feed your beast

Journalists, congressmen, soldiers or presidents
Are on the payroll of this firm, a bunch of happy residents

As you step up, one day you will realize
Almost all the wealth belongs to you and your allies

But that won’t stop you from chasing your goals
Remember, Beelzebub already bought your souls

I can’t help but wonder, why people are so stupid
Distorted religion maybe or TV makes them this torpid

Better this way anyway, because if they wake
You’ll have to **** ’em all to keep your dear stake

Once you’re registered in this ****** parade
You get paid as long as your role is well-played

Thus, it will be a ******* habit for you to breach
Anything and everything that’s within your reach

Crème de la crème treatment will be your regular
Etiquette is your last name, you shameless embezzler

But, hey. You’ll look very good in that high-end camouflage
All this charade to you is one good Swedish massage

I don’t think one will ever solve this double-bind puzzle
So keep up the good work with your stinky razzle-dazzle

Meanwhile, refrain from looking in the mirror
I forgot. It’s only business and you’re not a sinner

Dude! It’s about time now, you can die rich
Just before that, however, one last thing to teach

You look sharp alright, charismatic and ****
One day you’ll regret all this, I’m not whistling Dixie

Come around and behave. Labyrinth calls your class
Or else kindly take it all and shove it up your ***

Unbelievable,
Everybody is talking...

Tell me Mr. statesman,
Is being a belly-dancer
Really easier than
Giving a straight answer

When the heart feels ready
Who cares what the mind thinks

I am ready for a new relation
As long as it’s away from me

Does believing start
Where knowing ends

I’ve been taking care of a stray-dog lately
She has a lovely face, hiding her insecurity
I named her Mocha. Her color is brown
Mostly tame, little timid, sort of down
She knows how to keep her distance
I never patted her for instance
Her both ears are cut. I have no clue, why
I feed her twice a day with some supply
She disappears to unknown places most times
Except for three times, where she’s precise
10:00 am, 5:00 pm, around midnight
The last being start time for my plight
She sleeps on the mat by the front door
Started doing that with the first snow
I, by the way, thought she was sterilized
Most of the stray dogs in Istanbul are
Well, it turns out she was not
The hardest way I had to figure that out
And, it is that time of the year … Well. You know!!!
I’ve been seeing at least 5 visitors per night. Oh no!
She’s been making-out / Ridiculously devout
So to say, functioning with what’s endowed
I’ve bumped into 6 males at once the other night
As if she’s doing this to us out of spite
Transforming our garden, this cute, little ****
First Red-Light District, now a ******* plot
My 13 yrs. old girl started asking me about these routines
The reason why I particularly do not appreciate the scenes
My dog being born from a suchlike mother
With her 12 dissimilar sisters and brothers
Even if at some point I will interfere
I totally respect what's going on here
That though still leaves me with two unsolved problems
One concerns morality, another logistics. Both are solemn
What the hell am I gonna tell my discombobulated neighboring
Where the hell am I gonna host my new grandchildren

Don’t you see the big picture?
Well. Don’t worry, me neither

I finish a poem I like
Light me up a cigarette
While patting my muse

I finish a poem I don’t like,
Light me up a cigarette
With a lot of blues

This poetry business
Will give me the cancer
And I’ll pay my dues

At the expense of the future
Busying self with nonsense
The Most characteristic feature
Of **** Sapiens Sapiens

At once, without any hesitation
I took all the broken promises
Back to the owners for negotiation
Should’ve seen the look on their faces

My very own disappointments
Sorrows and the open wounds,
That poor timid confidence,
All mine. All mine and doomed

Twenty years! Still married, so cool
A diploma from the toughest school
Grown into an intrepid super-hero
No sign of an assignment though

For her, I opened the door
And red carpeted the floor
From now, it’s her choice
Either me or the other boys

I’ll be honest today. No covers
I prepared this virtual bouquet
I love all of you. My dear lovers
Hence, happy Valentine’s Day

How can any education
Be a sufficient insurance
For a pathetic population
Keeps favoring ignorance

They handed us some toys
And told us to shut up
We were such docile boys
As they have finished the job

Most of the severe problems on earth
Concerning every single human birth
Involve strong men with small *****
And their hard time getting chicks

listen to me, and listen good
you won’t hear it elsewhere
this is to make you reassured
a gruff sound from over there

take a sip of your cold, creamy beer
don’t brag though, just be aware
you could’ve been born around here
and i could’ve been born over there

your story then would be mine
it is as simple and cruel as that
get the irony in this harsh design
after all geography is pure kismet

different colors in passports
refer to different statuses
till we find better transports
it is bound to embarrass us

i’m burgundy you are navy blue
can you feel how unequal we are
i can only hope without a single clue
this reality will be tomorrow’s memoir

it didn’t have to be this way though
if it wasn’t for the chosen ones
we’re the puppets, it’s their show
dance already, you heard the drums

the rarest practice, thinking
only a few benefits
rest is in the dirt, sinking
down the hole, near them rabbits

Don’t you as well wonder why
The rich is hungrier than the poor
Compared to a thief stealing to get by
A wall street big shot is more deceitful

Take all the politicians for instance,
They are so-called leaders, right?
Take a step back and look from distance
You’ll see that their leashes are so tight

As time passes by, you’re at the very threshold
Of Daemon’s pawn shop, where dignities are bought and sold

Depending on where you stand
Perspectives definitely vary
Don’t judge, but understand
Difference is no longer scary

Shameless politicians
Corrupt corporations

Heartless warlords
With unsheathed swords

While hearing your raucous laughs
I feel so ashamed on your behalf

Hospitals, schools, medicine and food
Looks like serving you for their own good

It’s obvious that we all,
Grow up with traumas
Let it be either small
Or just the big ones,

This cognitive leakage
Leading to millions of doubts
Comes with the package
No wonder the world’s a crazy house

I was just looking for
A combination for my words,
Best possible sequence, you know
Not that I was achieving it
They chose to call me a poet
Not that I was deserving it

Good people try
Abiding by the laws
Legislated by
People with flaws

Good people try
Abiding by the laws
Which breached by
People with flaws

If the rules fall flat
For some in a society
It’s a deadly gap
Short of catastrophe