They’re both convincedthat a sudden passion joined them.Such certainty is beautiful,but uncertainty is more beautiful still.Since they’d never met before, they’re surethat there’d been nothing between them.But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways–perhaps...

[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things,...

Ey t lih! Ölümden de beterdir bu karanlık;Ey aşk! O gönüller sana m l oldular artık;Ey vuslat! O şıkları efsûnuna r m et!Ey tatlı ve ûlvi gece! Yıllarca dev m et!

Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying

I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the...

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at...

You exalt me Bati,This is the message to the society,Brightest day demands struggling, suffering and sacrifice,heroic labor would suffice.

Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn’t feelalone.

and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.

I’ve no need for a limited chimney when am feeling the warmth of the motherly sun.

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake …

Did we not look out together upon the dark waters of the lakeAnd behold there the constellationsOf both hemispheres at once?-Love Songs of the Cinnamon Wastes

The amazing feeling that triggers the fountain of words that flow in my belly.

My Serinity,Thee, my serenity, one can not bear, Seeing thee befuddled, bereaved,Dimmed like the midnight, secluded, darkened,Thee, my serenity,A window to my eyes, A window to laughter, and peace of mind,Thee, my serenity, one can...

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

Solo For Ear-Trumpet The carriage brushes through the brightLeaves (violent jets from life to light);Strong polished speed is plunging, heavesBetween the showers of bright hot leavesThe window-glasses glaze our facesAnd jar them to the very...

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face – that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

50 years agoA man stoodUp againstThe oppressor Against evilHolding us atWill, he shunA light to fightThe armies ofDarkness heIs Malcolm XRisen in ourHeart to crushAll hate, overcomeFear with heartsHolding the sunAnd universe inOne big thingCalled...

God pity them and God pity us all who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For the saddest words of mouth or pen are these four words,’it might have been.

A demon seduced an angel in the middle of the nightand they gave the stars a glimpse.There was nothing casual about it, it was tender skin and battle scars breathless passion under storm clouds a...

Sei la mia schiavitù sei la mia libertàSei la mia carne che bruciacome la nuda carne delle notti d’estateSei la mia patriaTu, coi riflessi verdi dei tuoi occhiTu, alta e vittoriosaSei la mia nostalgiadi saperti...

In the glowing evenings embedded within pearl sands of my Utopian lands and the skies dazzling with the beauty of a thousand melodic rainbows, feeling your tender touch, hearing your luring voice, merged with your...

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.

Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today.I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today….

Belief In Self””If you quit while pursuing your dreams, you will never know how close you’ve come to success. It might have been hidden behind that next door you decided not to open, since the...

(…) It,s hard not to be able. There, look there!/ I cannot get the movement nor the light;/Sometimes it almost makes a man despair/To try and try and never get it right./Oh, if I could...

Everything is temporary, almost like a passing fase, some of laughter Some of pain. What we would do, If we had the chance to explore What we had taken for Granted the very day before,...

I wrought me a lyric of fire and fear,And called on the world to heed —Till strong men blenched at my haggard faceAnd shuddered, but would not read.So I stole me the gold of the...

A little bunny or some kind of ferret was probablythere too, and bore witness as only rodents can.

you want to be angry but you can’t stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire world unfolds around you

I’ve discovered a way to stay friends forever – There’s really nothing to it. I simply tell you what to doAnd you do it!

Even this shall pass away

If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.

Sword of Raks is a symbol of a dancer with creative empowerment

On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…

Another breath, left to translate

[…] the body is what we lean toward,tensing as it darts, dancing away.but it’s the voice that enters us. evensaying nothing. even saying nothingover and over absently to itself

Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches,And soup,And peanut butter cookies,Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you ’cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins...

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence…Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and...

I didn’t know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well,then it’s everybody’sparty.

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talking only about itself

The yellow moon dreamilytipping buttons of lightdown among the leaves. Marimba,marimba – from beyond theblack street.Somebody dancing,somebodygetting the helloutta here. Shadows of catsweave round the treetrunks,the exposed knotty roots.(“Scenes from the Life of the Peppertrees”)

Another day without no rain, is another day of sorrow.And if it doesn’t rain today, I hope it rains tomorrow.

Beneath it allI kept faith with Ithaca, travelled,Travelled and travelled,Suffering much, enjoying a little;Met strange people singingNew myths; made myths myself.But this lion of the seaSalt-maned, scaly, wondrous of tail,Touched with power, insistentOn this brief...

Manipulating shadows and tonality is like writing music or a poem.

TOMORROW’S WILLSilent world, I find myself,Glad no one hears my thoughts.In dark cocoon, I hibernate,Yet spirit spills every thought.A second chance to try again.The risks I know too well.Two sunsets turning into six-Awaits tomorrow’s will.

Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE