Another poem by Enes METİNOĞLU :
NEBULA
Homeless boys,
Plays with a little worthless thing what they got,
When Insanity hangs on, they just take shelter it,
If Fall in love with somebody fills the mind completely,
Alas! Born more slaves.
Once upon a time happy, strong but sweet story:
-Responsibility is a load on your shoulders of course-
A insistent women who calls words.
All the time a clean cover hide memories,
Maybe this is a surprise,
Maybe it’s a unforeseeable dagger,
It’s ’saver hand’ maybe,
If cursed bullet go in deeper,
Half-awake dreams shows up, the truth waits beside,
So many disgrace on the chest,
Unsleeping one is no need to wake up!
Sound and timbre wants to tell something,
He thinks he see everything the same,
Time surround the betrayal and then,
The see will rise up, this accident doesn’t make confuse, there is no doubt.
A instrument weared out
A few old books and one ring
It’s time to face with ‘Promise’
It’s time to hold up it by force
May heart-shaking be far away
May the stare be far away
Why it be necessary to write?
May the history be a witness
“Catch her”
“If it brings trouble on me, take carier of it instead of me please”
It’s possible to write for saying that.
A cavalryman came end of road with broken arm
A servantman try to ask forgiveness for his wrong act
Suddenly many questions came into to open from deep inside
“Tell the truth where are the answers?”
He’s aggressive but quite(!) at the same time
“Tell the truth, advices are double-sided, isn’t it?”
A wortless, telltale man tries to befool the peace
“Tell the truth, you should hold my hands tight everytime, isn’t it?”
You look my face with ashamed face and
How do you think to face with “the message” just like this
“Look! The object turn to the subject in the end!”
Don’t think you can deal with the freedom,
You can have it all, or nothing!
The light
It’s material and spiritual power,
So fast, eyes cannot follow it.
Imagine it like a riding
Imagine what you can do like this
A emotional woman made a decision:
“Let’go to the Space,
To prove there is life here!”
Still autobuses happy and exiciting?
It has just a life
It’s just a waste anymore.
Nebulas born from a dead-star!
It’ time to leave, it’s time to separation
It’s time to make betrayal give up.
Time to shame ones who shake the trust
Time to make watchman the conscience
When the believers laugh to one who far away from conscience person, all the time,
If they don’t revolt against it,
Denial the dirt,
They be disgraced in the end!
To communicate with the conscience is like seeing the Prophet,
Be friends with him!
Alas!
28 May 2008
Enes Bilir
