Falling to a Tea House Garden

A unified time of life

The reality of the real…
Without intentions or relations
The moment appears as a moment without
Strings
The flow itself is a moment
Between the dream and the
Dream
Micro to macro
Millions to billions we pulse together and
Apart
And each life with its span, yearning and
desires
Have commons afloat pulsing together upagainst
each other
How we communicate life with it or without
Not only does not filter out, what might be
lived without
There is the alien and not even the other
The metal the tool the machine, dinosaur bone
clad
Analogue now extinct to digital, a partition,
Meridians of time and space, slaves to the
human hand
Yet not a slave when in content it finds
collaborators and defenders and help
The genesis here is the medium and how we
found and developed it
Never forget though the aspirations it might have
Metal to metal a resonation you accept
But where be the reaches of the flow
Worldwide to satellite bound to planetary chatter
to suns crown to Milky Way’s Brown
Maybe hopping on a Supercluster to ride this
young train
Plant a plant and another side by side, read them
flowers and Keats
And monitor how they pulse every day when you
read and read and read
And send one to space, let it revolve around earth
in orbit
And monitor as the one in space responds, when
the terrestrial is read
Flowers and Keats

Introduction

Among my muses are cinema, music, song lyrics, novels, the history of science, arts and religion, aphorisms, idioms, proverbs, caricatures and folklore. In my poems I dwell on the topics of nature, philosophy, human and the tragic situation. Here, there are things that I do not want to repeat in life and heeds to myself as well as the truths I have found walking the roads that I did and the experiences I gained. When I write I leave little information with regards to date and time but the second and third parts of the book, “English Poems” and “Turkish Poems (Translated) ” are more or less in a chronological order.