The love
Is not about the guy
The song is yours
To write from the source
To embrace your loss
You inspire
not only high
But also above
Your heart
will find
The beat
it desire
You want
to share
but some
will care
others will say
It‘s not my place
Chaos will stay
Then it‘s less
Beautiful but
it gets
Insightful
and yet
He will fly
Like a butterfly
The sky
is open to eye
Your soul
Rise afterall
It’s your life
Keep on smile
July 15th, 2016, Friday.
I was working in the city center and was afraid to go out because of the ongoing ISIS bombings around the country. Besides that, everything was normal. I had tickets to opera "Entführung aus dem serail" in the garden of Old Ottoman Palace, where Mozart dreamt of when he wrote it. During the second act, I started to hear the planes flying over us. My friend messaged that soldiers closed the Bridge with tanks. Everyone was saying it is better to go home. I was living on the other side, I took the last Metro crossing below the water. When I reached my neighborhood, all Bars and restaurants turned TV on, all of them were saying simultaneously : "It is a Military Coup, go home!"
Some people were still drinking their raki but most people were queued in front of the grocery stores to stock some food for the curfew. Because bread and pasta were finished, I had to buy fancy cakes, cooking support and whatever expensive produces left on the shelves. If there were going to be curfew, I was going to live it like a rich/queen:p
It was surreal, a little hope that finally government would go was warming our hearts but also feared us because nothing good would come from a Coup. I went home, my handsome single neighbor upstairs texted "hey, are you home?". He came down, while we were watching the streets washed with blood and listening the fear on the news, we made love on the couch. If it was the last day of the world we know, let's make a proper farewell to it!
We fell asleep and woke up early in the morning. TV was saying Coup attempt was failed. Nobody understand wtf happened. We went to seaside with my handsome neighbor. Cats, birds, stray dogs and the peaceful water reflecting the shy sunshine. We sat down on the grass, and I put my head on his shoulder. We thought: We didn't die today too! Everything looked the same outside, but our country and us have never been same again..
Here it comes
Tamtam of the alarms
Sun rise for the ones
Who open their eyes
Today starts
In her arms
For once
It will be nice
Dark times
will pass
Don’t cross
the lines
Lies
Won't last
Lost souls
were us
She knows
the source
And It’s
yours
Night falls
He walks
Moves the pawns
As if they’re his own
He likes chess
More than sex
Wise?
He never was
Smart? Yes
Always
Stars
Shine
He finds
The lights
He smokes
But it stops
Takes drugs
Until it’s gone
It’s fine
Until he’s done
The heart grows
Here she goes
It makes
no sense
We hold hands
Until it ends
For Ben
