Category: Socio-political writings

Me, in a nut’s shell, now…💔

What's even worse, are the not-even-veiled, snarky hints such as, "don't be such a party-pooper", "thanks for making everyone else miserable", "why do you always have to make everything about yourself?" The world has become on an individual level, the perfect copy of "monarchies" such as the UK, where a parody "king" and his multi-bill/millionaire … Continue reading Me, in a nut’s shell, now…💔

UPSIDE-DOWN, ABANDONED HEARTSTRINGS: Poetry from The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Vol. 2, Ed. 1 -With Original Images & Artwork-

When your mind is in the wrong place... "at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart"from Don Quixote, by Nazim Hikmet, 1947, Translated from Turkish by Taner Baybars Strange... Of most people it would be expected to have been mentally settled by the age of fifty; how wrong.Fond of Cervantes' Don since … Continue reading UPSIDE-DOWN, ABANDONED HEARTSTRINGS: Poetry from The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Vol. 2, Ed. 1 -With Original Images & Artwork-

Theoretical Philosophy, a Disclaimer…

Standing alone at the midnight crossroads of thought may be frightening. No one knows who's coming, bargaining belonging for one's liberty of mind. Alone however, doesn't mean lonely, until there's a clarity of purpose, bitter rooted in an effort to achieve through learning, forward looking onto a more palatable reward of understanding. Theoretical philosophy irreverently … Continue reading Theoretical Philosophy, a Disclaimer…

To my autistic diary…

When its motion stopped, I realised that my circle of life became an insignificant spot, desperate, frightened, alone, like a tired fire juggler abandoned by an audience too dull to notice the beauty of the single detail constructing their illusion
 “How odd” he said, “In vitro, every now and then becomes a schism embedded deep … Continue reading To my autistic diary…

Agnosis…

It’s not important to remember days, and wonder why has our time become so slow; it doesn’t matter anymore if there’s no thunder, after the rain, before the bow
 It matters not why in our backyard’s desert, there are no camels and the Bedouins have left; what truly matters is a sense of water, illusion … Continue reading Agnosis…

Pater noster…

Stabbed, with wounds as wide as sentences awaiting to be read, almost eternal gods on trial for emotions never their own. Darts flying all over boards looking back and forth every arm eying high towers of fake mahogany
 Dabbers have long dried out from above every inch of tainted prayers, sent images of cast gold … Continue reading Pater noster…

Defiant hopelessness…

Nobody’s making attempts anymore to stir a peace of roses. Individual daffodils and bunches of sage challenge shields of rage hidden under profaned altars of compromised innocence; piled mountains of drowned chariots awaiting another exodus to chase
 I nearly fell for you Delilah, but I am blind you see, incapable of discerning between a hairdresser … Continue reading Defiant hopelessness…

Genesis…

Stay with me, little angel, closer to thought. Careless reminder of deep patterns of asphalt, grey, laid at each street’s corner, forgotten by traffic lights and wardens. No one sells tires anymore
 Only horseshoes, either too small or too narrow for the inhuman centipede called life. Every night, wildlings of old crawl into cobwebbed wombs … Continue reading Genesis…