In my younger days the post-adolescent hormonal turbulence sometimes forced me to write poetry attempts. Even though these days I have turned into a cynical old fart, my heart is still warmed when I read these souvenirs from a delightfully naive chapter in my life. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Hee hee hee! I just love to laugh!
Laughing is to cry in disguise.
If God is only human, he must be mad.
One day I will cry in the skies.
Together with my fellow fallen angels.
Then it will be raining tears.
Because life is just a joke.
Signed: Madin 7, November 1992
Love is this virginal faery
who visits my midnight dream.
Softly she whispers in my ear:
“Let’s walk on a bright moonbeam.”
She takes me back to the days
when I was an innocent child,
back when simple things
could make my heart go wild.
Each time when I wake up
the faery has gone away,
and I have got to face
the life of every day.
But at night she returns,
and gently fondles my hair.
Her smile makes me think:
waking up really isn’t fair!
Metin 7, June 1994
And on the seventh day God finally discovered that being lazy was even better than
creating!
Metin 7, on the Seventh day
Aren’t you afraid of the thought of death?
Afraid that all you are will be forgotten?
That you’ll be gone with your last breath?
Gone with your own flesh, cold and rotten?
Metin 7, November 1994
In the heat of the midsummer night
she spreads her all-embracing wings.
Cleaving the dark with her velvet light,
it is faery-tale magic she brings.
Metin 7, January 1995
When her eyes start radiating lewdness
and her body screams for your tender touch,
the scent of her nectar intoxicates you
and you simply want her way too much.
She will absorb your childhood innocence,
prove to you that life is full of sins.
You can try to resist her attraction,
but in the end it is she who wins.
Metin 7, March 1995
Velvet clouds hide the midnight moon
as you fly by on your witches’ broom.
I lie in bed, waiting for the sandman
when out of my window I see you loom.
You came to take me home with you,
to your land of moonlit clouds,
where gypsies dance around a fire
and there’s love in stead of doubts.
As I look into your tempting eyes
you remind me of a girl I knew.
Two blue gems shining so brightly,
I realize she must have been you.
Your eyes get brighter and brighter,
until I open mine and see the early sun.
Each night you remind me of paradise,
each morning I remember that you’re gone.
Metin 7, April 1995
Mister Nowhere was always searching
for the big goal in his life.
No matter what he started,
after a while he lost his drive.
He really wanted to be
a Mister Somewhere,
so the world would know
that he was there.
If you had ever met Mister Nowhere,
you would have known a friend so true.
When you felt sad and lonely,
he was always there to comfort you.
One day, Mister Nowhere
had finally found his goal:
to leave this cold world
and free his tortured soul.
Dear Mister Nowhere,
if you only knew
the world would be cold
without people like you.
Without a
Nowhere
there can be no
Somewhere.
Metin 7, September 1995
When the moon shines through your bedroom window
and whispers: “Go to sleep, it’s getting late.”
then your worries will soon be over, my love,
’cause answers come in dreams, to those who wait.
Metin 7, December 1996
Let’s float through the clouds of love,
let’s revel in memories sweet as cream,
let’s wallow in the purple skies above,
let us keep awake the dream we dream.
Metin 7, January 2000
Sep 08
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