Words Give Space

Kir

2010-12-19T20:07:00.000-08:00

Eskiden, arkadas, kumlarin icinde oynardik

Hatirla

Bir kova ve deniz su ile havuzlar yapardik

Eskiden, arkadas, toprak uzerinde topu hoplatip birbirimize geri gonderirdik

Hatirla

Renkler kahverengiye zevkle yeniden dönüş yapardı

Eskiden, arkadas, tarlanin içindeki toprak kök kokardi

Hatirla

Her yagmurdan sonra

Arkadas

Hatirla, arkadas

Biz evden kaybolmusuz

Arkadas

Yagmur

Lutfen, yagmur

Gel de o kokuyu duyalim

Kirin uyandıran koku ile tekrardan donelim

Tarlamiza

Topragimiza

Evimize

Dostluga

Kokusu ile donecigiz

Arkadaslar

Dönmek için koku izleyin

Bu giderek sığ hayattan kaçmaliyiz

Basit, tatmin edici ve yavasa

Degil savasa

Doneceyiz

Doneceyiz!

Untitled

2010-12-19T19:34:00.000-08:00

We are lost in this house

Made of a deck of cards

All on a gamble waged

By people who don't even love us

Not even a bit.

Some of us are scared

Some have gone blind with fear

Others have been blinded by anothers doing

Their eyes scorched and seared by the fires of MAN's own doing

Not by god, but by those who make claims on behalf of god

So I shall too.

God is the Universe itself

And therefore you are part of It.

That is something that should never be forgotten, for it is the truth.

God has been held hostage by the confines of your mind

Each of you have a piece within yourself

Just open up and realize the stardust within

That you are Universe,

And Universe is you.

No separation exists but in your mind.

Fight fire with fire and use your mind to open your mind

Let that be your beginning.

Man

2010-08-08T20:27:00.001-07:00

We try to be gods

Toil with the warrants of our days

Live life in the fullest of hazes

For what?

Like John, i imagine

And how I'd love to see the pattern

One from which to draw a conclusion

So i may find an answer

Rise above this hell in heart!

The dark that resides at the bottom of it all

It pins down hopes for an ilike

Man, is this what we've come down to?!

What has happened to the heydays of virtue?

To revolution?!

To vivid notions!?!

Back to when skies were blue

Without this hue off putrid unpleasantness

Oh man, what a mess!

Oh, man, what a mess.

The Constant of Change

2010-07-20T11:21:00.000-07:00

The baby before long is a child then adult then back to bones

The rough times usually retreat to leave you once again glad

The flowers that grew, alas, in winter fall away

But if you remain, you will see them once again bloom

Feel

2010-06-03T23:15:00.000-07:00

More moons together

I thought we'd have

So many more

For a moment, I was sure

But surety can yield obscurity

At which time, doubt spins the loom

I am in a room, my thoughts a kind of cupboard

I open to discover what I deem the truth

But truth is that truth is ever-shifting

At least, I find it is with you

Blame can become so contradictory, though

Painful emotions can create a game

Like a maze

We become the rat

In search of some bounty that rests in the middle

So sure of it's presence

As if it were heard through some grapevine

We unknowingly, unwittingly assume

An assumption that our prize will be there

That it's just around this corner

And we never give up

Not until insanity or death

Whichever comes first

I remember now what drives us

Instinct.

Maybe I was being presumptuous

In real terms, there is no us anyway

I'm so vulnerable in this chase and can't help but wonder

Who's watching?

Who's pulling these strings?

Who is our hungry scientist in white lab coat hunched over and peering?

Waiting.

Watching.

ANALYZING.

Don't worry

I'm aware of the quasi-paranoid overtone

And aware that I may be my own, Mad Scientist

Love, I don't know what's door, what's not

You took me by surprise

And with the taking, a part of me went

But you know what?

Keep it!

Consider it a gift

Go on!

Add it to your mausoleum

To your sanctuary of undead past

Sit it alone, dim-lit within fine glass

For what almost was, a taste of home fills my mouth

A wind gusts within

I feel

Alone is Home

2009-12-06T21:26:00.000-08:00

Something must be going on here,
Because when speaking certain words I begin to fear,
And in thinking certain thoughts I begin to hear
A voice that tells me to halt and turn the other way,
That tomorrow will be the start of a brand new day.

But where is this day?
I fear I've been in illusion
My skies are gray
Though I'm no longer delusioned

Armed with now knowing I'd rather have the truth of night
Than live one more day within false light

The choice is tough, as rough as the sea
Upon a day when water decides to be free

I know I can not force others to face the dark
But upon that journey I, myself, shall embark

So do not cry for me because I walk alone
For you see, to me, alone is home.

Full Circle

2009-11-22T19:27:00.000-08:00

Today I'm going back to god,
Back to the Moon
Back to the Stars

Away from churches, synagogues and mosques
Back to Life
Back into Dark

About 12,000 Years Ago

2009-11-06T23:07:00.000-08:00

Roughly 12,000 years ago, at the end of the last ice age, we (human beings) began to come out of our caves to find one another. We first created small communities, and shortly after began to hunt and gather. Once that was established, we began to farm, then create granaries, then breweries. Alongside this progress towards comfort for our communities, we began to create tools, weapons, art and pottery.

This was, roughly stated, the universal order, independent of one another, of our evolution for quite some time.

Now then, why am I up on this fine, November, mind you Friday evening typing about 12,000 years ago? Why to bring you a quick story about a realization.

It all began in late August of this year, when after moving to Portland, Oregon, I came upon an awakening of my soul. This awakening came to me in the most simple of ways: while picking my own vegetables at a local farm.

With my knees firmly in my blue jeans and my blue jeans firmly embedded in the moist soil of Oregon Earth, using borrowed shears, I was cutting away at the core of the Califlower plant, which by this time was having a good laugh at me. I shrugged away the laugh, and at this precise moment, I began to have a deep desire within my now alive bossum.

I wanted to have my own garden! I wanted to grow fruits, vegetables and herbs. I wanted to cook them and eat them! I wanted to share what I cooked with friends, family, community! Ah, what a life it would be. Simple, beautiful and fulfilling, something we are missing these days and something we so desire. Yes, we deeply desire satisfaction. Oh my, the irony.

Moving on.

Back to this evening and why, I, on this lovely, November, again mind you Friday evening, am up at home writing about 12,000 years ago.

The conclusion is as follows. This evening I stayed in and up to watch a film I have wanted to see for quite a time now: God Grew Tired of Us. And tonight, alas, my farm/soul-awakening experience has compounded with the experience of breathing in the feeling and inspiration of this film. This compounding has led to more contemplation, and thus another, even deeper, realization.

You ready?

I am supposed to be an evolved being by this point. I mean, logically, I must be more evolved than 12,000 years ago, right?

Then why do I not feel a sense of the security of farm, granary, brewery? Where is my community? Why am i still running? Am I back to hunting, gathering?

Now you might be saying to yourself at this point, “What does she mean? We no longer hunt and gather.”

But don't we? Or do we hunt and gather everyday?

Or maybe some of us don't even do that anymore. Maybe some of us are simply back in our caves, waiting for the ice to melt.