Falling to a Tea House Garden

A unified time of lifeThe reality of the real.Without intentions or relationsThe moment appears as a moment withoutStringsThe flow itself is a momentBetween the dream and theDreamMicro to macroMillions to billions we pulse together andApartAnd each life with its span, yearning anddesiresHave commons afloat pulsing together upagainsteach otherHow we communicate life with it or withoutNot only does not filter out, what might belived withoutThere is the alien and not even the otherThe metal the tool the machine, dinosaur bonecladAnalogue now extinct to digital, a partition, Meridians of time and space, slaves to thehuman handYet not a slave when in content it findscollaborators and defenders and helpThe genesis here is the medium and how wefound and developed itNever forget though the aspirations it might haveMetal to metal a resonation you acceptBut where be the reaches of the flowWorldwide to satellite bound to planetary chatterto suns crown to Milky Way's BrownMaybe hopping on a Supercluster to ride thisyoung trainPlant a plant and another side by side, read themflowers and KeatsAnd monitor how they pulse every day when youread and read and readAnd send one to space, let it revolve around earthin orbitAnd monitor as the one in space responds, whenthe terrestrial is readFlowers and KeatsIntroductionAmong 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.