Istanbul Enterprising

Can you smell the dawn
Grazing along the surface
Of the foamy sea
Can you feel the breeze
Push against your face
And fill your lungs
With endless love
Can you hear the morning prayer
Echoing through the city’s stones
Silent sponges, hardened memories
Can you see the seamstress enterprising
The baker smiling
As she tosses life between her palms
Can you taste the sweetness
Of an innocent hope
And steadfast faith
Staring the centuries in the eyes
Without budging
In the sea
In the air
In the people of this place
A testament to god’s magnifecence
And his eternal grace

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This Drought Shall Glow

Everything in the sun glows

Nothing cold,

nor untouched

And although streams of water

Seldom find meaning in their paths

Rivers always seem to find their way

Towards the sea

Greeting that eternal lightness

Every morning

With gentle murmurs

Until the dusk of time

The Physiotherapist: A Fighter’s Mantra

I love you
More than the bonds of love
Can handle
Crutches made for giant hearts
Taking us afar
Sharing shoulders
Chests apart
But one emotion
A mystic sneezes rain
A vagrant breathes adventure
But on this chair
Forever
We can dream about the
Roads we never took
And picture stories of our life
Stories we could never realize
Everyday a different ending
Everyday a new beginning
Changed, maimed, marred
But more complete
More connected
An eternal bond
Between our broken selves
Stitching light into the unforeseen
A path for us to follow in dark times
A fighter’s mantra
For Siamese beginnings

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Character: 96/100
To all the people out there fighting to become their better self, I have no right to assume your pain but hope to share the joy of your recovery.

The Bus Driver: 36 to Victoria

There she is
All I can see
Across this bus
A crooked nose
Pointing out a masterpiece
Her eyes so blue
And lashes honey blonde
Fingers crafted
Like the twigs
Of Avalon
Dicing through her curly hair
Shaping galaxies far away
Bumpy roads ahead
Simple smiles
Are all I need
On my way
To trust in life
To trust in purpose
To trust in goodness
On this very day

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Character: 92/100

Requiem for a Nation – Inside the mind of the Suicide Bomber

I’m heading towards my target point
A button in my palm
And when I choose to detonate
The world will hear my bomb
I’ve lost my parents to a boom
My children to a bang
My one and only love was killed
But yet I keep my calm

This land right here below my feet
Has drank my blood and sweat
The thrill of fighting floats
Like fog across its fields
A misty drug that seeps into the minds
To ease the toil of tyranny

And so we’ve fought for such a time
And so much has been lost
To think that gaining dignity
Is pieced inside a piece of land
To think that freedom
Is somehow hidden in the dirt
What of the dignity of those who died
Alone and helpless and in a fearful state
What of the freedom of us to love
Our enemies that do not to choose to fight
And in a cyber age where man can move
Why is this land still paramount?

As I approach
My finger gives the final click
The world into a million pieces rips
The colors mix, a glimpse of heaven gives a flash

I see so many flying smiles
A school bus in the air
The lover waiting at the corner
Is no longer there

And in my endless bag of fury
I spread my vengeance in a seed
My bomb delivers more than just a bang
I plant my grief into their lives
Tomorrow they will strike again
Tomorrow another million pieces will emerge
There are so many pieces that can tear

And as I melt inside this raging fire
My soul is welded with all the shattered hearts
I understand
We fight and lose each other
But if we submit
Oppression’s toll is too hard to bear
Maybe we should all just gather
In one big blast
Together
Once and for all
Ripping the final pieces of this puzzle
A masterpiece of free-will
And forever hold your peace

Death – Slanted Reasoning of the Sick Man

We are all passing by
Dancing through this life
Skipping through the Milky Way
And yet when everything seems to make sense
We lose sense of it all

We age, we grow, we wither
And beyond the silky skies
The mysteries of existence
We cannot look
We cannot see

We try to peer across the corner
We catch our breaths
But yet again death catches us
Empty handed
It visits us in our homes
With no invitation

It enters our families
Makes friends with our friends
Parades through our lives
Uninvited

Claims us all
Claims everything
This whole entirety is up for grabs
Continuously claimed
Destroyed
And then
There’s room for more creation

The newborn is as much a murderer as my sickness
The seed sown deeply into the ground
Drinks from the blood of its predecessor
It could have not existed
Without a death

In search of meaning we say
We’re all connected
We switch our thoughts
We say it had to die
For life to be brought forth

But no,
There is no meaning in life
We know that
And for all we know as well
There may be even more meaning in death
So we are wrong
It is the other way
Its life that kills not death
And so, only in death can we be set free