SELF PRESENTATION

‘“SELF PRESENTATION’”

(‘“TAKDIMNAME’”)

(pg: 4, 5, 6)

Today, I started to publish my complete rhyming works,

As I present to you my life full of mystery

In shroud like manner ;

Of the starving robbers whom robbing graves at moonlight

Or of the old virgin women being viewed for the last time as prospect bride

Shame is in me !

In my thirty years of life I always looked for the truth ;

All by myself learning five different languages I delved into

East and the West ;

I am a bleeding wound for all humanity ;

I have neither a son to love nor a wife to cherish !

I am alone just like GOD!

Every breath I remember ‘“EHL-I BEYT’” with tears of blood ;

Thank GOD I bathed in a pool of Paradise at last !

That hereditary dirt of mine came off !

I fecundate the dead people artificially from my spirit !

Like Gabriel I do blow wedlock to Virgin Mary !

Even then I am always virgin !

The one looking at my eyes sees my LORD before me !

To my spirit shinning from Sina Mountain,

My flesh is not a grave anymore !

By plugging the plug to the Sun, I have become a giant radar !

From seven layers depth of ground, up to the Throne of GOD,

My antenna receives waves !

I heard a moan while I was touring in space,

I saw, one dark germ was up to tormenting an animal :

Superstition with mankind !

Sharpening my lancet at the back of the planet,

I plunged into the center of the wound with inflammation !

The great crowd flowed out from within:

The cross, rosary, ewer, fanaticism, revolutionizers,

Impostor, broker in between GOD and men,

Came out, I did the first aid !

Synagogue, Church, Mosque, are all kinds of idol museum,

They all became dust when the rocket of my knowledge struck !

Heavens descended to the ground !

Am I a philosopher ? No ! Messiah ? No ! The Muslim Messiah ? GOD forbid !

I only am watching a gloomy stage !

Since I am at the theater !

This is such a play that I tremble like a leaf,

At each performance a gorilla opens the curtains,

And closes an Adam !

I am the last sculptor who came down from above the sky,

I extract a human by carving animal bust,

Always GOD is my model !

Separating the mud of Adam from its straw’

I knead his dough at Sun once again,

My hands smells blood always !

While I was proceeding on a right path towards my LORD confidently,

Hearing a scream in front of my machine,

I hit the breaks hard !

I am the last train of Hereafter, my rail passes from the earth !

Please give your tears to load my wagon !

Come on the train is taking off !

For ‘it is gloomy and sad’ dawn does not upon grave !

Even at night in the sky once in every thirty days,

A moon becomes a full moon !

Even though you do not see any farther then your nose!

The poems I have written always crying,

Do not read them with laughter!

Each of my word is worn, each of my line is scattered…

Maybe this is a sign to the maturity of my style,

The aged face is wrinkled!

Sometimes the decision is given to my death, sometimes to my favor !

Some looks for scale, some for rhyme in my poems,

And some for progressing !

I entrusted every one of my secrets to your honesty ;

I showed my bed, quilt, sheet, and rush mat,

Confidentiality is unfolded !

Whoever sells these in a lust market,

At LORD’s glance tomorrow would not leave him in peace,

A total naked orphan !

You call me “this is a person obsessed with divine ! Or a sick soul !

Who hit his head to the tombstone and cracked his skull !

A vagabond! Drifter !”

I can never be offended ! Can a sea be angry with the salt !

But if you err and call me “Forget it! Just a poet !”,

My soul hunts you !

Says : “He was neither a Hugo! Nor a Shakespeare !”

Maybe he is an old Saint whose appearance only changed…

He had three names why ?

Come and do not erect a statue to him, but turn to his book !

He has come down to your world not for your ‘“Nobel Prize’”,

But only to take you !

He had never had eyes on applaud, women, girl, or your money,

He has traveled among you like a ‘“Flying saucer!’”

He was a guest for a moment;

When he heard the sound of “Resurrection pipe”, said with joy “Yes Sir.!”

He threw a divine satellite to “the Sun” from his body !

The darkness was left to you !

Squeeze his couplets, “EHL-I BEYT” blood comes out !

Squash his rhymes, the headless men stand up!

The universe clangs from pain!

Well then do not keep on asking who is he ? It is shame !

What is there other then water in the body of a fish ?!

And in man other then GOD ?!!

Come ! I am yet alive ! My mummy is still breathing !

Chewing his own meat, one dirty cannibal in his grave!

By vomiting internally !

At each beat comes out “tam tam” sound from my heart !

Ramses of Egypt have risen from his Pyramid !

For one “Death dance !!!”

I am one young wreck! From fog of sins,

From Noah’s ship that crashed into the ice of your heart,

I am the last one who survived !

I am carrying the shipwreck to my island,

Where there is no other looks like a “Man” other then “Friday !”

Robinson is always crying…

I have hung my flesh like flag to my spine !

Maybe a ‘“Captain’” could see from far, but,

There is no light in the seen !

From looking to the horizon my eyes became blind !

From kissing the earth my mouth was filled with soil !

Still lover is waiting !

Most certainly one day a “Ship” approaches to this shore !

To a dark well which is called World, Man

Is a winding-wheel that is put !

While sacrificing life time in order to pull “water” to the sky,

The only sound that is heard from his chains with blood,

Is a hoarse ‘“Sob !!!’”

M. H. ULUG KIZILKECILI

ANKARA 20.12.1960

TURKEY

(x) THE SOBS (ANKARA, TURKEY-1960) Name of my work.!

Friday : The only man on the Robinson island, and he is primitive !

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