He's been the man I really love
And the one, as well, I fell apart
For not being under a cresent, but a cross
Which is the whole and one reason of my loss
by Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut
Monday, 29 September 2008
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
But, anyway...
I am stolen one by one,
For years, I have been stolen
Every single moment takes away a single piece
From my little heart,
My patience gets less and less
Now I am starving for your caress
Now I am thirsty for your warmth,
But, anyway.
I am wounded terribly,
For years, I have been wounded,
Every single hour that elapses between your smile and darkness
Stabs my liver once again
I’m afraid to forget the blissful days
And it’s getting bigger
And it’s getting unbearable
But, anyway.
I 'm plundered and weary,
For years, I have been plundered,
And seconds without you ruins my spirit,
That was once full of you
And my belief gets stronger
Then I find the whim to go on
Then I bind my ties tighter to life
But, anyway.
Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut
For years, I have been stolen
Every single moment takes away a single piece
From my little heart,
My patience gets less and less
Now I am starving for your caress
Now I am thirsty for your warmth,
But, anyway.
I am wounded terribly,
For years, I have been wounded,
Every single hour that elapses between your smile and darkness
Stabs my liver once again
I’m afraid to forget the blissful days
And it’s getting bigger
And it’s getting unbearable
But, anyway.
I 'm plundered and weary,
For years, I have been plundered,
And seconds without you ruins my spirit,
That was once full of you
And my belief gets stronger
Then I find the whim to go on
Then I bind my ties tighter to life
But, anyway.
Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut
Monday, 8 September 2008
the Fall
The yellow leaves of Autumn will pass
Not through the feet of ours, but mine only
You will be far away, since you have left
And I’ll walk in these streets lonely
I, now, remember the the previous falls
We used to walk through the dry homeless leaves
As they were unconcious and hopeless
The harsh wind is stealing them like the thieves
The gentle autumn rain will not wet
The hands of ours, but mine, my pretty girl
Yet I’ll remember the little drops
Gleaming on your pure skin like a white pearl
Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut
Not through the feet of ours, but mine only
You will be far away, since you have left
And I’ll walk in these streets lonely
I, now, remember the the previous falls
We used to walk through the dry homeless leaves
As they were unconcious and hopeless
The harsh wind is stealing them like the thieves
The gentle autumn rain will not wet
The hands of ours, but mine, my pretty girl
Yet I’ll remember the little drops
Gleaming on your pure skin like a white pearl
Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut
Thursday, 17 July 2008
All of a sudden
Not even a thing do I have
______To make me remind of you
Not even a simple stuff have I had
______To make me think of you
All of a sudden, you came out,
______But you haven’t been indeed
All of a sudden, the things commenced,
______But we haven’t had anything indeed
My reason inquiries me sincerely and secretly
______If I’m getting away of it anyway
My reasons inquires, yet my heart can’t response,
______It’s clear it doesn’t mind the senses
My senses want me to stand behind and hold itself,
______But my heart is willing to challenge
My senses want me to accept there’s a clear line between them,
______No one would like to care each other
There’s no one around me now
______To give me a hand to figure the things out
There’s no one, but who cares the right or wrong,
______As it is somewhat palpable
I’m standing just at the point,
______Where I want to be happy
I’m standing just at the point,
______Where my ration inquiries me as well
The only thing I know is that
______I want to be dragged where my happiness lies
The only thing I cry myself is that
______I want to be kept in the laps of bliss.
Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut
______To make me remind of you
Not even a simple stuff have I had
______To make me think of you
All of a sudden, you came out,
______But you haven’t been indeed
All of a sudden, the things commenced,
______But we haven’t had anything indeed
My reason inquiries me sincerely and secretly
______If I’m getting away of it anyway
My reasons inquires, yet my heart can’t response,
______It’s clear it doesn’t mind the senses
My senses want me to stand behind and hold itself,
______But my heart is willing to challenge
My senses want me to accept there’s a clear line between them,
______No one would like to care each other
There’s no one around me now
______To give me a hand to figure the things out
There’s no one, but who cares the right or wrong,
______As it is somewhat palpable
I’m standing just at the point,
______Where I want to be happy
I’m standing just at the point,
______Where my ration inquiries me as well
The only thing I know is that
______I want to be dragged where my happiness lies
The only thing I cry myself is that
______I want to be kept in the laps of bliss.
Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut
Friday, 9 May 2008
Put Them All Aside
Ye'd better not believe what the others say
Disregard all ye have heard and live the day
No matter what happens
Breathe for the rosy years
The more you mind every attitude and word
The worse ye get, which is not what ye've deserved
So let them be a bird
And fly away in mirth
Remember we don't have to care for everything
We cannot save them all, for awhile, just think
Then release what ye have
That makes ye a real slave
Sometimes we're trying for the impossible
We're not aware, but think we are sensible
Just put the things aside
Think nothing, wrong or right
Tears and cries don't work or make the things better
As it used to, we understand it later
Leave them all in the past
Reckon it as the last
Edward Alan Cemré
Disregard all ye have heard and live the day
No matter what happens
Breathe for the rosy years
The more you mind every attitude and word
The worse ye get, which is not what ye've deserved
So let them be a bird
And fly away in mirth
Remember we don't have to care for everything
We cannot save them all, for awhile, just think
Then release what ye have
That makes ye a real slave
Sometimes we're trying for the impossible
We're not aware, but think we are sensible
Just put the things aside
Think nothing, wrong or right
Tears and cries don't work or make the things better
As it used to, we understand it later
Leave them all in the past
Reckon it as the last
Edward Alan Cemré
Friday, 2 May 2008
Story of A Drop
Since I don’t know from where I come
And how I did come into being
No background there’s, yet I need some
As it’s like looking without seeing
I am the one in a million
Appearin’ somewhere hanging high
Just like a Lacedominian
I’m fighting against the blue sky
There’s no land, no way or a route
This blue vastness is not a see
Of width or depth I have no thought
I’m only hovering like a bee
At last I saw in great gaiety
My men were hanging there as well
We became white pile in purity
And also had many things to tell
In time, we grew on all the way
Turned out to be cotton in white
Or a huge soft bed, so to say
A child e’er dreamt of lyin’ in sigh
Then ‘the others’ came, we got dark
And we were contaminated
It ne’er rained but poured, twas real lark
Which means that we were ill-fated
Odin sent his blow and we’re cursed
Never ending blow took us away
The way master wished: as he burst’d
We gave in on such a curs’d day
Dragged to and fro, we’re in exile
E’en without askin’ east or west
After I left my heavenly nest,
Would you, now, like to hear the rest?
Against the Lord, Odin, we hang’d
Yet Zephyrus made us feel cold
‘Twas the lament that Sirens sang
Nothing to wonder, that’s quite bald
My brothers rioted one by one
There broker out a war in the end
Hesitate within me’s all gone
I fought against them with my band
No happiness did the air bring
It was high time we all had gone
To each other we had to cling
And give hand to hand, just to flee
Only for the sake of being free
And of bein’ releas’d o’this exile
With our sincere heart, we call thee
Hope that it’ll never end in futile
‘Great Redeemer, Great Redeemer
Say go ‘head for the land promised
Let us not be a poor dreamer
Yet grant us liberty we’ve missed’
‘Twas the heavenly Lord who heard us
And gave a hand when we’re in need
We all were interwoven thus
He transfigured all, which’s his deed
That’s the miracle of Saviour
To favour and change us at once
We became heavier and heavier
I saw all falling with a glance
Like a feature, we descended
As feely as a bird can be
Some of us’ already landed
Far away: fine or worse, maybe
I see, there, a white cloth beneath
The very place my brothers dwell
It lies everywhere in neat
And far from the abandoned hell
In thick fog, everywhere is vague
Dress’d in an artificial cloth
E’en mountains seemed as though they’re fake
All is the same from north to south
Uncertainty accompanied
We’d no idea where to land
That’s the reason we were worried
During the whole time we have spent
Moreo’er the cold wind also wailed
Then a sudden fall affected
Dragg’d from the very route we have sailed
We sailed as Odin directed
Soon after some time flittering
Finally I landed down safe
Others were all there glittering
And some were still falling in wave
The cold wind left and the sun came
Shining with bright rays all around
A weird feeling grasped: I can’t name
But it says we’ll not stay as mound
Something weird happen'd suddenly
I began to lose my spirit
The dark blanket above, slightly
Mov'd away and still I feel it
The rays of golden ball stroke
Which made me'n my company melt
Soon there appear'd a thick white fog
"An Odyssea's ahead" I felt
The very moment on my mind
I had this queer feeling and thought
I thaw'd with the wind gentle'n kind
Pondering that e'erything is naught
On this endless chall'nging journey
I'm the mere Odysseus
I've set off once 'gain lonely
Having receiv'd the wrath of Zeus
Hard to admit, but this'll go on
On my way, there is no release
If only I'd a'Lord like Solon
The exile would surely cease.
Edward Allan Cemré
And how I did come into being
No background there’s, yet I need some
As it’s like looking without seeing
I am the one in a million
Appearin’ somewhere hanging high
Just like a Lacedominian
I’m fighting against the blue sky
There’s no land, no way or a route
This blue vastness is not a see
Of width or depth I have no thought
I’m only hovering like a bee
At last I saw in great gaiety
My men were hanging there as well
We became white pile in purity
And also had many things to tell
In time, we grew on all the way
Turned out to be cotton in white
Or a huge soft bed, so to say
A child e’er dreamt of lyin’ in sigh
Then ‘the others’ came, we got dark
And we were contaminated
It ne’er rained but poured, twas real lark
Which means that we were ill-fated
Odin sent his blow and we’re cursed
Never ending blow took us away
The way master wished: as he burst’d
We gave in on such a curs’d day
Dragged to and fro, we’re in exile
E’en without askin’ east or west
After I left my heavenly nest,
Would you, now, like to hear the rest?
Against the Lord, Odin, we hang’d
Yet Zephyrus made us feel cold
‘Twas the lament that Sirens sang
Nothing to wonder, that’s quite bald
My brothers rioted one by one
There broker out a war in the end
Hesitate within me’s all gone
I fought against them with my band
No happiness did the air bring
It was high time we all had gone
To each other we had to cling
And give hand to hand, just to flee
Only for the sake of being free
And of bein’ releas’d o’this exile
With our sincere heart, we call thee
Hope that it’ll never end in futile
‘Great Redeemer, Great Redeemer
Say go ‘head for the land promised
Let us not be a poor dreamer
Yet grant us liberty we’ve missed’
‘Twas the heavenly Lord who heard us
And gave a hand when we’re in need
We all were interwoven thus
He transfigured all, which’s his deed
That’s the miracle of Saviour
To favour and change us at once
We became heavier and heavier
I saw all falling with a glance
Like a feature, we descended
As feely as a bird can be
Some of us’ already landed
Far away: fine or worse, maybe
I see, there, a white cloth beneath
The very place my brothers dwell
It lies everywhere in neat
And far from the abandoned hell
In thick fog, everywhere is vague
Dress’d in an artificial cloth
E’en mountains seemed as though they’re fake
All is the same from north to south
Uncertainty accompanied
We’d no idea where to land
That’s the reason we were worried
During the whole time we have spent
Moreo’er the cold wind also wailed
Then a sudden fall affected
Dragg’d from the very route we have sailed
We sailed as Odin directed
Soon after some time flittering
Finally I landed down safe
Others were all there glittering
And some were still falling in wave
The cold wind left and the sun came
Shining with bright rays all around
A weird feeling grasped: I can’t name
But it says we’ll not stay as mound
Something weird happen'd suddenly
I began to lose my spirit
The dark blanket above, slightly
Mov'd away and still I feel it
The rays of golden ball stroke
Which made me'n my company melt
Soon there appear'd a thick white fog
"An Odyssea's ahead" I felt
The very moment on my mind
I had this queer feeling and thought
I thaw'd with the wind gentle'n kind
Pondering that e'erything is naught
On this endless chall'nging journey
I'm the mere Odysseus
I've set off once 'gain lonely
Having receiv'd the wrath of Zeus
Hard to admit, but this'll go on
On my way, there is no release
If only I'd a'Lord like Solon
The exile would surely cease.
Edward Allan Cemré
Little Had I Thought
Little had I thought
O' leaving a whole life
Till the very moment
I was left alone
Hard though it is
I try not to retrospect
And re call we had
In the pristine
Edward Alan Cemré
O' leaving a whole life
Till the very moment
I was left alone
Hard though it is
I try not to retrospect
And re call we had
In the pristine
Edward Alan Cemré
Friday, 18 April 2008
H Q Series
'Tis georgeous
To see the billows
With Sincere Fellows
All the time
They rise ud and fall
With bewitching call
By the sea
Gazing at the night
Is fine with dim light
In the scene
Honeysuckles smell
And the martins yell
All in all
The fine venial scene
Is one to be seen
Edward Alan Cemré
To see the billows
With Sincere Fellows
All the time
They rise ud and fall
With bewitching call
By the sea
Gazing at the night
Is fine with dim light
In the scene
Honeysuckles smell
And the martins yell
All in all
The fine venial scene
Is one to be seen
Edward Alan Cemré
Friday, 11 April 2008
Welcoming Spring
Following the harsh and chilly winter
In time, cold blanket on hills withdrew
The foliage's colour'd by Lord the Painter
Days after the wind strongly blew
Only the tops of hills remain white
As a holy relic of the past
There they stay like a triumphant knight
Yet, that's not sure how long it shall last
From time to time, so fierce is the wind
That it caresses e'erything around
The green cover's ready, yet the ants ain't
To come out and enjoy nature's sound
All of a sudden comes a downpour
Accompanied with the giant rainbow
Following the gloomy sky's fierce roar
That's not as cruel as it sounds though
Tiny buds of blooms hath come out
In the midst with small pretty freckles
There smells the fragnant odour about
This makes 'em unique despite prickles
Witnessing the birth of heaps of leaves
Gives the greatest joy a man can see
'Tis good to see nature really lives
Observing the vast green that's once wee
So tall and high are the poplar trees
That're adorned in things like centipede
In jealousy, they are bent by the breeze
Yet cared and dampen'd with every bead
The bushes all around are braver
As they've hasted to let their leaves grow
In changing weather, they endevour
To get dressed in green gown and to blow
The little clouds chase one another
In joyi they play an unending game
Continuously they go e'en farther
That's nature, nothing remains the same
Edward Alan Cemré
In time, cold blanket on hills withdrew
The foliage's colour'd by Lord the Painter
Days after the wind strongly blew
Only the tops of hills remain white
As a holy relic of the past
There they stay like a triumphant knight
Yet, that's not sure how long it shall last
From time to time, so fierce is the wind
That it caresses e'erything around
The green cover's ready, yet the ants ain't
To come out and enjoy nature's sound
All of a sudden comes a downpour
Accompanied with the giant rainbow
Following the gloomy sky's fierce roar
That's not as cruel as it sounds though
Tiny buds of blooms hath come out
In the midst with small pretty freckles
There smells the fragnant odour about
This makes 'em unique despite prickles
Witnessing the birth of heaps of leaves
Gives the greatest joy a man can see
'Tis good to see nature really lives
Observing the vast green that's once wee
So tall and high are the poplar trees
That're adorned in things like centipede
In jealousy, they are bent by the breeze
Yet cared and dampen'd with every bead
The bushes all around are braver
As they've hasted to let their leaves grow
In changing weather, they endevour
To get dressed in green gown and to blow
The little clouds chase one another
In joyi they play an unending game
Continuously they go e'en farther
That's nature, nothing remains the same
Edward Alan Cemré
Friday, 7 March 2008
Lyrics of My song!
Art thou lookin’ for the things?
That we are all waitin’ for!
Come over, Come over!
Then take my soul away
Come over, Come over!
Renew the cast and play
Edward Allan Cemré
That we are all waitin’ for!
Come over, Come over!
Then take my soul away
Come over, Come over!
Renew the cast and play
Edward Allan Cemré
Pray
Before the sanctuary,
I kneel down to pray at my pew
Thinking of repentance
I tried to recollect my days on true path
that is rather few.
Edward Allan Cemré
I kneel down to pray at my pew
Thinking of repentance
I tried to recollect my days on true path
that is rather few.
Edward Allan Cemré
Brighter Stars
Never hath shone the stars brighter before
And never hath they been so closer
Diving among the glittering stones
I feel the depths of vast oceans
And the blue o’ uncertainty
Since the lights of cities are away
Edward Allan Cemré
And never hath they been so closer
Diving among the glittering stones
I feel the depths of vast oceans
And the blue o’ uncertainty
Since the lights of cities are away
Edward Allan Cemré
Kept in Safety
Kept in safety,
Everything was in all right behind the walls
Then we’re sent from heaven
And saw the glittering o’ life
Beginning to grow up, we all changed,
Without noticing got mature in time
Never has been and will be the same again
And now, before a Sphinx
I’m questioning her, unlike the king once-lived
Gazing around, I see a snowflake descending
Gently,
Slowly,
And in perfect order
With an incredible beauty and heavenly form
As if they had not touched anywhere
And it had not been stained
Purity is hidden in every single crystal.
Yes, they’re leaving the cotton clouds
Wandering without ceasing
And they’re landing to and fro,
A new life in every piece has just started herein.
Yet the case is with the rest,
I’m now asking to Sphinx:
Shall they ever be the same again?
Edward Allan Cemré
Everything was in all right behind the walls
Then we’re sent from heaven
And saw the glittering o’ life
Beginning to grow up, we all changed,
Without noticing got mature in time
Never has been and will be the same again
And now, before a Sphinx
I’m questioning her, unlike the king once-lived
Gazing around, I see a snowflake descending
Gently,
Slowly,
And in perfect order
With an incredible beauty and heavenly form
As if they had not touched anywhere
And it had not been stained
Purity is hidden in every single crystal.
Yes, they’re leaving the cotton clouds
Wandering without ceasing
And they’re landing to and fro,
A new life in every piece has just started herein.
Yet the case is with the rest,
I’m now asking to Sphinx:
Shall they ever be the same again?
Edward Allan Cemré
Mesmerized In A Great Desperate Mood
Mesmerized in a great desperate mood,
I hath miss’d thee,
And thought o’ thee with my whole heart,
On the slopes of Ararat,
I hath a challenge
To keep thy eternal flame
Within me while ye’re away
In spite of the frost!
Just a memory of yer glimpse
Was enough to keep my future and hopes alive,
Even when the tiny dust and huge rocks around yielded
Against the Zephyrus the Freezing
Covered with a purity,
All turn’d out to be still
Yet the love within me
Kept my soul full o’ breath and joy
Though everything was on their last legs.
Edward Allan Cemré
I hath miss’d thee,
And thought o’ thee with my whole heart,
On the slopes of Ararat,
I hath a challenge
To keep thy eternal flame
Within me while ye’re away
In spite of the frost!
Just a memory of yer glimpse
Was enough to keep my future and hopes alive,
Even when the tiny dust and huge rocks around yielded
Against the Zephyrus the Freezing
Covered with a purity,
All turn’d out to be still
Yet the love within me
Kept my soul full o’ breath and joy
Though everything was on their last legs.
Edward Allan Cemré
Hatred
Has your soul been filled up
With the feeling to get away from all mankind
And to leave everything behind as soon as possible
With a pure hatred
My hatred grew and still has…
Fed up with all I do wish:
I were away anywhere!
So as not to see an evil in body and flesh
Not to feel the presence of a breath nearby.
Edward Allan Cemré
With the feeling to get away from all mankind
And to leave everything behind as soon as possible
With a pure hatred
My hatred grew and still has…
Fed up with all I do wish:
I were away anywhere!
So as not to see an evil in body and flesh
Not to feel the presence of a breath nearby.
Edward Allan Cemré
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