Statue scapade Şiiri - Akın Akça

Who knows
What a man does When he finds his first reel again by chance...
Repeat, you repeat white sheet! but proton halflife, thirty six; they’ve made me know now..
I cannot define thy gain, lives cheat on us.
Never have learned to playa chess, that chessboard but i memorized. *
That's meaningless, this kind of rain;
I cannot define the pain i’ve swallowed anymore, can i?
An ordinary day and
You come across the dream ranbow of your lover
-Silly grainery, that holiness of the temple east, east and west-east, baby looks as if it's going to cry;
Recent pigeons, pigeons remind me of loneliness, religions and mosque of the taboos tattooed-
I do not like this shit of holiness but i'm gonna make this infant smile-
Although allowed her to fly alone once, for a while, *
I never shot sam albatros;
Equality's nothing
But a boss! ...
And despite allowing her to fly many times,
Have never shot sam albatros
And despite allowing her to fly with us many times,
I have never shot it.

Now throat is like the bone, the real gray facial statement;
Marrow looks like as if it's a jellyfish.
Thought about me so far?
Hands aren't regret,
Oath is not a pet,
There's no test, emptiness isn't the rest of us at all
Do wear your decisions-coctail party;
Everlasting!
Oh! what a pity(!) ...

You, queen of the white sheets, queen bee of modernity;
I wonder who's in the darks, dark moments of the location's coordinates! *
Your enigma is always like a child and will always be, your anger your sincerity…
I've just saw you again -i’ve been unaware for so long- but i'm not sure
But my love for you's still pure.

There’s no stamina for it’s critical altitude, just because of we having no limits;
Feel myself as a a fool and helpless
And hopeless
Amid shivering guarding trees of the night;
We’re this entrodyn, entropy’s just a limit, the end’s thus A+…
Digits are yours, your ebb and tide.
Do amaze me one more time:
You know the activity
In your silence very well,
Like those tweeting birds of sincerity,
But without communication and thru the body of absentminded,
Maybe, you’ll be the crime…
No trendy! That tyrant budget that i’m familiar with,
Blank bright hotpot, jellyfish vegetable petty and wet sea sand and the child with bucket,
The treshold’s so gross but coffin is short and plump.

I’m yet active, in my cinderella’s pumpkin of status and the night,
Yeah! ! It’s not over as well.

Psst..
Salute.
Alas! (!) I got no regret,
Have this grace!
akın akça,