Me On Your Lyft Side

Yesterday, there was a hope about the life itself,
An opening to your heart, a little wee.
I was willing to be a hero in the palm of your hand,
As an imaginary toy but on your right side.

Today, I know my place, my boundary, my limit,
A discarded half forgot dead corner in your mind.
Still don't understand the sayings even obvious
I wish beg the mercy if my lips aren't sailed.

Tomorrow, it will be flawless for you,
A magnificent azure with a new beginning.
Me, such an idiot, it goes without saying,
I'll always be on your side, lyft side.

Ilter - Montreal 2014

Normal or Abnormal!

Life is a unique experience,
Whatever we suppose to get from it.
We, as human, desire some tolerance,
And need a break or breath little bit.

We can be normal sometimes as a coincidence,
But, 'being abnormal always' is a myth.
No matter what you say about the existence,
Your heart will be the actual truth as a gift.

Ilter - Montreal 2013

Yes or No?

You,
Whom carry beautiful soul that my hearth is burning for,
Am so stupid to expect a yes from you,
So naive to understand an answer no!
Supposed to be together forever, my shame.
Please don't think what say thou shelt,
Just tell an accursed no to devil or
Awesome yes to your beloved one.

Ilter - Montreal 2013

Exit to the New Year

I want to say "Happy new year to all" without any delay,
I hope everything will be superb for you next year with your family, husband or wife.
We have a little time period to the end of our play
In other words "the exit", leaving the stage of life.

You will salute the audience just before leaving with applauds,
This is one of your alternatives to exit,
Or you will feel your shame just before leaving with insults,
Is the second one that you can choose, as a puppet.

I hope you can able to pick your theme
For the rest of your life if you are lucky.
Some people have already chosen their way by the second, they are wandering with a scream.
They messed things up and ruin their lives, it seems very crappy.

If you have a chance to choose your way, just do it,
Play your role perfectly, in an outstanding way of your realization.
Don't take your life seriously, don't squeeze it like a zit,
That's the secret. With a glass of wine for your beautification.

Ilter - Ankara 2011

Abbas

Haydi Abbas, vakit tamam;
Akşam diyordun işte oldu akşam.
Kur bakalım çilingir soframızı;
Dinsin artık bu kalb ağrısı.
Şu ağacın gölgesinde olsun;
Tam kenarında havuzun.
Aya haber sal çıksın bu gece;
Görünsün şöyle gönlümce.
Bas kırbacı sihirli seccadeye,
Göster hükmettiğini mesafeye
Ve zamana.
Katıp tozu dumana,
Var git,
Böyle ferman etti Cahit,
Al getir ilk sevgiliyi Beşiktaş'tan;
Yaşamak istiyorum gençliğimi yeni baştan.

Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı

A Modern Man

I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!
I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time I’m radioactive.

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I’m on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I’ve got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial!

I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up. You can’t dumb me down because I’m tireless and I’m wireless, I’m an alpha male on beta-blockers.

I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I’m a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I’ve got a love-child that sends me hate mail.

But, I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the “F” word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I’ve got glide in my stride. Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin in, there ain’t no doubt and I’m hangin tough, over and out!

George Carlin