It is toward you maybe
Still, though. My love it is
It’s, in other words baby
None of your business

The words coming out of your mouth
Tells me if you’re from north or south
I don’t mean it like the hometown
I mean whether you’re up or down

What is truth other than
What persons make of it

(Hakikat: Truth in Turkish)

Freed greeds
Greet breeds

So ready
To fall
For you,
For her,
For all

Furious lions are fighting
Somewhere in the high
Tear and sweat are pouring
From the fractured sky

In our globe, the neighborhood
The number of the people, that are good
Based on the most recent polls
Are now way less than of the *******

The art of calling everybody brother
While treating the most as the other

Providing
A new slant
Takes trying
Till you can’t

Monkeys must be trained at once
To take care of all the secondary jobs
In exchange for bananas
They ought to wash the cars
Wait tables, clean homes, pump gas
And do the shifts in our factories
That’ll make the world less *******
For Joe Public. That’s first
The rich’s wealth must be given away
To the poor until the discrepancy
Comes down the three times
To the rich’s favor immediately
That’ll end the class discrimination
That’s justice. And that’s second
Finally three fourth of people
Should be annihilated right away
So there are enough resources
For the remaining inhabitants
Because if not,
The robots are coming.
To take care of one and three
As in, there will be no “you”
To benefit the “two”

Heartless ones too, in fact
Could die of heart attack

Ethnicity and religion are together
Still good causes to **** one another

Unless you can show
All the nows you’ve got
You can’t possibly know
If you have time or not

You sons of *******
You always manipulate
To get more of which is
Already on your plate

Majority of peeps don’t know
What works for them is belief
Ignorant’s lore is a fake snow
They see truth as bogus beef

If it’s any consolation big guy
You lived the way you wanted to
But, this was an early goodbye
For that I am so angry with you

Sometimes
A good poem is
All the answers you need

These countries’ gold
Those countries’ oils
Have all been controlled
By few privileged soils

Although it was not always the case
Love’s not for the hungry these days

Crowds are too easy to manage
Who is by you is always a stranger
All’s designed to rulers’ advantage
None’s trained to smell out danger

Though it was ordained
The preliminary fig leaf
In God’s own domain
Couldn’t stop the first relief

Humankind’s
Yet to learn
How to love

Hugging in every single hand
Following every single score
Must be directly banned
From men’s volleyball
😊

Eight billion people almost
Few live, the rest are ghosts

Two is easy
So is three
Four, five
A hundred is easier
Or a million for that matter
One is the whole challenge
One, that is
It is I, me, myself in Roman Numerals
One is beginning
One is prologue
One is wholeness
One is unity
One is love
One is the whole story
When you become two
With any who
That means you is still you
On the other hand
When you become one
With anything or anyone
Say, a loved one
A special someone
Say a good one,
Say an instrument maybe
Or maybe a research of cure for cancer
Say anything you like
That’s where the adventure starts
One is everything
One is the whole story
One is one
The rest is made up of ones
Nothing like any other one
One is the world
One is the peace
One is God
One is Godlessness
One is universe
One is empty
As empty as none can ever be
One is everything
One is nothing
Nothingness counts by the way
More than you can imagine
Yet, one matters even more
If it wasn’t for one
Nothing would come to existence
And maybe never did
Have you become one
Or are you still half
Unfinished
Incomplete
Ungraduated
Still pending
Raw, Green, Unripe, Immature
Short, Missing, Lacking, Partial
Are you with me?
Are you listening to me?
Listen to me good
We all try to be one
First within the self
Then with anything or anyone
Listen to me
Listen to me good
Listen to me good my little one

I dunno that much about poems
Honest-to-goodness, I mean it
I’m just after few good rhymes
By now, you should have seen it

You took the goose
I was left with bumps
All hell broke loose
During those slumps

I don’t know who your god is
Jahveh, Buddha, Allah or Jesus
If you keep him on personal level
You’ll have a better fight with the devil

~In Other Words~

If your home’s where your god lives
It will bring justice and peace
If you two start going out, wandering
Things will soon get very troubling

no good news outside
winter’s effective defense
is oversleeping

In this dark, technological limbo
You’ve forgotten how to be amazed
And fallen for all its mumbo jumbo
Now, who’s put you in this maze

Oh my laborer friend
You’re sleeping in both
Pajamas, jeans and
Your working clothe

I know that the time
Will ultimately come
When we “all” feel
The butterfly’s ordeal
When we “all” grieve
For a dying old tree
Let alone the men
Things will be different then
Happiness, rather than a goal
Will be the mood of every soul

Last time we’ve met
It was moving linear
Does time know that
It entered a new year

I never was a worthy plectrum
Yet you were a fine instrument
Cruising in your solar spectrum
I got sunstroke to my detriment

Victory and belly-flop
Abreast in this school
Now is the sole workshop
And, you are the sole tool

I doubt if the era
We come to Terra
Compared to geography
Has less say on destiny

When you feed your mind
Through eyes, ears and so on
You’re setting its new limits
Whether of service or illicit

As you get on in years
Most of the fog clears