Hayvanseverin isyani...

Tek sifatimin hayvansever oldugunu dusunmuyorum... en azindan antipatik, cadi ve muhalefet fln da vardir oralarda... ama ben de su kedilere su vermiyolar senin verdigini de apartmanin onunden alip dokuyolar diye isyan ediyorum yazin.. sen agustos ortasinda 3 gun temiz su bulamayip deterjanli veya camurlu su ic bakalim nasil oluyo... hayvanlara ne duzgun yasayacak yer biraktik, ne avlayacak yemek ne de icecek tatli su.... keza ayni sekilde kisin da yemek veya usumeden siginacaklari bi yuva yaptiginda karton ve kopukten, 3 gun icinde birileri yokedip cope atiyor... sen 3 gun iceri girmeden veya sobasiz, isitmasiz bi insaatta gecirmeyi dene istersen kis ortasinda... bak bakalim soguktan basina neler geliyor... bi de onlara yardim etmeye calisanlari da belediyelere sikayet ediyolar... yok efendim evinde cok hayvani varmis, yok kopek havliyomus, yok copu kokuyomus.... yok apartmanin onunde su kabi "goruntu"yu bozuyomus.... ne dersen de ama bu kadari bencillik bence... timsahin patlatildigi reklama komik diyemicem ama gercek bir timsah degilse tabiki de isyan etmem... filmlerde insan da patlatiyoruz sonucta... ama hayvanlara eziyet etmek icin illa sopayla vuruyor olmak veya tekme atmak gerekmiyor... can cekiseni gorup yoluna devam etmek de, ac susuz gorup umursamamak da, belediyenin toplayip denize attigi hayvanlari duyup sessiz kalmak, kilini kipirdatmamak da, yardim etmeye calisanlarin yoluna tas koymak da dolayli yonden de olsa cok etkili bir eziyet ve acimasizlik.... bi dusun bence derim.... onlarin dili yok senin gibi her konuda haklarini ve fikirlerini duyurabilmek icin.... sadece uc-bes tane senin kil oldugun tipte avukatlari var butun hayvanlara yardim etmeye calismaktan yorgun dusmus...

ETILER'in gobeginde INSANLAR (!).... ve onlardan daha insan Kopekler...

Etiler'de meshur bir adam var, gecenlerde yol kenarinda sizdigi icin haberlere bile cikmisti, bir nevi Etiler'in delisi diye bilinir, yaninda genelde en az 7, bazense 10 tane kopekle dolasir... Bu adam evsiz oldugu halde bu civardaki butun restoranlari ve yardim etmeye gonullu marketleri dolasip bu kopeklere yedirmek icin yemek artiklari toplar... Biraz evvel ogrendim ki Etiler'de bu adamin baktigi kopeklerin toplatilmasi icin imza toplayanlar varmis... Neymis efendim cok havladiklari icin gurultu oluyormus. Bebek muhtari Aydin Bey'den cikti bu haber... Ben bu kopeklerin cogunu tek tek taniyorum, adamla bile sohbet etmisligim var ve hem baktigi kopeklerin hem de adamin ne kadar zararsiz olduguna kendim sahidim cunku yanlarindan 2 kopegimle bile gecerken birbirlerine hirlama disinda problem olmadigi gibi havlayan benim kendi kopeklerim oluyor, adaminkiler degil... Bu imza toplayanlar kim bilmiyorum ama soruyorum size, kopekler toplaninca nereye goturulucekler biliyor musunuz?? Ya Istanbul disinda ac bilac iskelete donunceye kadar acliktan kivranarak olecekleri ormanlik bir bolgeye, ya da haftada en fazla 1 gun yemek ve (kirli) su bulabildikleri tiklim tiklim dolu barinaklara... Diyecegim su ki, Etiler'de oturmak, buna maddi imkaniniz olmasi, iyi egitim... hepsi palavra... Insan oldugunuzu siz zannetmeye devam edin... Fakat Etiler'de sarhosluktan giysilerini cikarip dolasan, yol ortasinda sizan bir adamin tirnagi kadar insan olmayi becerememissiniz butun imkanlariniza ragmen.... YAZIK!!!

Regurgitation

I've got many words,
gathered over the years,
most of them weigh me down...
But I can rarely say them out-loud,
for I know that, if unleashed
it could be mountains, that they bring down!

When did the Shades of Gray Overcome the Blacks and Whites?

When did the shades of gray overcome the blacks and whites?

Things seemed much more urgent when I was younger… The yearning for love, much more painful… The emotion itself, much more overwhelming and intense… Words like “love” and “hate” came as easily as “like” does these days… There was none of this politically correct junk of trying to understand different perspectives and tolerate views completely opposed to my own… There was no in between… The answers to questions were rarely anything but “Yes” or “No”… The word “maybe”, which has dominated my language over the years, barely existed in my vocabulary back then. I either wanted something or didn’t… and the possibility of that changing was non-existent as far as I was concerned.

Smoke Screen

Those who truly know me often say I’m too honest.
because I can easily say things like
“it was just sex” or “I never had an orgasm”
but the truth of it all is that I can say these so easily
because they help me keep
other secrets that if shared
would certainly make me weep…
I know for most women the heart is hidden
between their legs as much as it is within their chests
and sex is rarely ever just sex…
but if you’re like me and you learn early in life
that the ones you love will never really love you back
and that the only thing they seem to appreciate is your sex
it ceases to be a sacred ritual of love
and morphs into being the only thing you can control…
so you learn to give yourself separately,
instead of body and soul…
you learn to live life
half asleep and half awake
because you can see clearly
that if you don’t, it’s your heart, that will break.
just like an old and fragile building after a disastrous earthquake...
if you let it, your heart will break!

Giving up on Fairytales...

For approximately twenty-four years I had managed to hold on to my faith in love. And by love, I don’t mean the “ we’re family so I love you” kind, or the “of course I love you, we’ve been friends forever” kind. I mean the kind of love that takes long and heartwarming novels to portray, the kind that makes your muscles all tingly and weak, the kind that makes you forget to breathe while thinking, because you’re so mesmerized by just the thought of the other person… The kind of love, people often call “true love”. Then one day, my twenty-four-year-old body woke up to an entirely different person in charge.

Parenting 101

Only a parent can make a non-drug using, non alcohol abusing, kind, animal loving person feel like a giant failure at everything, at life... don't know if they all take a course on how, but they manage to do that every single time they open their mouths...

On Words...

Looks can fade, muscles can shrink... even being tall could mean nothing if chained to a wheelchair. Most things we're often attracted to are too easily lost. But not words, and what a person can & does do with them. (the ones that come from the heart... the kind that write songs and legends) Those always belong to the person they first came from... no masks, no make-up & no lies... just a heart... and its voice.

Perfect

On paper he is everything that I want,
And I know that he’d stick around when you won’t
I notice that we like the same movies and he laughs at all my jokes,
I notice that he shares my love of books and he even likes that I’m intense
But most of all I notice that it seems we couldn’t be more made for one another,
Even if it were kismet...
But something about the way he holds me, feels stiff and forced
That’s how I know that sooner or later I’m gonna want to bolt.
And even if I want to want him, something’s holding me back…
It’s probably my stupid heart telling me,
there’s gotta be more to love than these tans and beiges
There’s gotta be red, purple and black gazes...
There’s gotta be passion, joy and even sadness...
There’s gotta be endless adventures featuring unpredictable madness…
But most of all ,
there’s gotta be that little voice in my head saying:
“Stop thinking and just let yourself fall!”
“Stop thinking and just let yourself fall!”