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 Bugün harika bir şiir yazdımdı  cıvık sıvayı kazırken güzel bir şiirdi doğaldı, zekiceydi  ezoterik filan anlayan anlasıncıyız seven sevsinci seven bilsinci  sevilebilme ihtimali arşınlıksayazdıyazdım olasılık sevdim seni yani güzelim düz kupona basar gibi çünkü hava çok karanlıktı  hava soğuk ve kasvetliydi  üşüdüm, acıktım yedim, ısındım elime kahve aldım bir sigara yaktım uyandı içimde yaşama isteği uzak durma sokul bana  kaçır aklımı kırlara bana insan önce insan biraz insan sonra pembe gül ol bana Sabah yazdığım şiiri inan olsun unuttum..

  There is a riot in my mind  There is a manhunt Life is worth living thats for sure I pick up stockies from the ground I make bumper joints recycling emotional status of my suburb for our song is an old one and forgotten but flowers grow everywhere  There is a silent riot in my mind   I wake up  with a tired heart hungry for love allways up for a fist bump We are walking downhill  Wind flies coloured brochures   Get lost in supermarket  Parrots and flowers everywhere Birds are singing  Trains late again A Tradie on caffeine overdose Teach me how to love life oh Lord! Teach me how  wake up with a smile  Im looking to  Sun with moving curious eyes I look at moon and lightnings  I watch the Thunders far away  Tonight is the Night Today is Today We are only here for a day

Delilik bir sel gibi gelir Onu burnundan tanırsınız

woke up with a pin on my heart eyes are tired from  night before lips of copper ears of honey man of  heart  I want you, its simple  night and day Your eyes so deep and lovely Baby I do recall your breath on mine  I want you with an accent, with a miracle  I want you now

I.  Walking on dim-lit streets burnt oil smelling in the air oily coblestones Everywhere are people. Every day is a carnival.   I sit and watch the dripping rain for hours under her porch.  Thinking about love and terror   II. Rain waters the flowers anyway. Enter the garden through your heart. There is a way behind these hills.  A light in your hands  shines along your chest. your lips and cheeks which are always red.   III.  We run in the rain  We walk in thunder. Me, you, and Bobby We hold hands all the way home. Such a nice memory.