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The world is pregnant again Truth takes time to cultivate before coming out as she always done Not here for a cultural revolution but things are changing  Things are not used to be but man is The ideas they serve us were packaged and priced So here we are to say something else something naughty funny grotesque  in an unusual way Watch any dull and boring come to life Can't con us, we've seen too much We know the end, know the start We Love More than Fear We are bored, had enough. We are unnegotiable, direct, kind, hospitable You are welcome, join the circle and listen to our story We were one   Now we are many İts genetics of the artists  We are Heretics.

 Şiirsizlikten öldümdü bir ara Bir sal bulalım beraber gidelim Sular dalgalı pes etmek  yok biz yorgunuz Köpeğimiz  olur kapıyı bekler yufka kulaklı evimiz de olur aşımız da olur yün battaniyemiz, soba başında kedimiz de olur .  Bırak artık insanlara anlatmayı Allah'a anlatacak yerimiz de olur Bir sal bulalım beraber gidelim Bir seccade iğneyle örülmüş Ayşe'nin Babaannesi İzmir'de örmüş muhtemel ki Avrupa'yı Ayşeyle gezdi Kayseri'de bir yaz bana hediye etmişti Ben de onu YeniDünya'da Tarığa verdim Namaz kılmıştık hostel odasında Şiirsizlikten öldümdü bir sıra Anamın duaları kurtardı kaç sefer Yaşamıyor gibi yaşamalarımın sonu gelecek muhtemel Bir günbatımı uzaklığındayız artık Saçım uzun ve dağınık sakalım bir haftalık Melih Cevdet'i bilmezdim çocukken Orhan Veli'yi anlamazdım şimdi herşey çabuk değişiyor unuttuğumuz isimleri eski ve yeni bırakıyorum gidiyor denizin dibine tatlı bir yorgunlukla batıyor üşüdüğümüz bir güz gecesi  bir mısır koçanı hevesi  ...

 Oh! You see the Poetry tells about the wings and wing blows and wings blowing winds over the rain  sailing away  Poetry tells what it wants to tell. İt speaks through the Poet  not the other way around you can say about the journey but you cannot end it because it goes along all the way life carry around with words Poet becomes a witness a paratoner for wisdom secret in open sight you are ready, breath locked and tight.

 Here it is its time of action its dumb and confounded the Monster is coming He is old man in comfy clothes He says "Hi!" and sits does small talk starts to smoking and drinking Huffing and puffing and gulping his drink he is restless hands are shaking eyes are bulging He is on the pill little devil dirty old man İt is a silent night but rain sound of the wind sound of the bodies and boudily sounds Animal noises City goes to bed early but never really sleeps News Radio in the morning Sodome - Gomorrah by night

 Anxiety is the noise of the squeaky front brake of an Uber driver's scooter then all is well but now the slashing sounds of the tires in the rain IN Anxiety is writing poetry trapped in the pavement THE Anxiety is chewing a gum while smoking a ciggie RAİN Anxiety hitting boots ten hours a day OH Anxiety preachers camping at metro MY  with megaphone in their hands BOY! My Boy! I am full about it Anxiety where all trees and flowers but Nature is silent in murmur