Sunday, October 29, 2006

T-F[2] + HP-J[3]

by Rasto Cambal#2
by Rasto Cambal.
Note: The photo is so political, the young against the old man leader. And, he is afraid to speak otherwise he is in jail!

Tonight's Fortune[2]:
"All Arab leaders, who you are going to meet tonight, will speak Lies fluently except one speaks broken English."--[x]

HistroPolitical Joke[3]:
"Once upon a time there was an Arab leader, his name was Camel, and his father's name was Camel too! They ruled a country and named it --- Should I say its name too?!"--[x]

Political Status: Not interested in wars.
Psychological Status: Happy and worried.

Good Night Dear Readers.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Tonight's Fortune + A Poem.

untitled By Taci Yuksel
... By Taci Yuksel.

It's interesting how some people believe in "Today's fortune" Those short statements given by astrologist and published by our silly newspapers and magazines. Therefore, I will have my own fortunes given to my readers so maybe this way they will have an idea and be hopeful about future and their unstable fortune. I call it "Tonight's Fortune".

Tonight's Fortune[1]:
"A million men will try to brainwash you, but only one monkey will do so" --[x]

The Poem: Knocking at the Devil's Doors, I wrote this poem a month ago, but forgot about it in my drafts. It's about how our governments think they are perfect. And I am advising the corrupted ones on how to do their skillful corrupting methods! even though they know! even a child got corrupted innocently. It's about How many people take and analyze their society and country separately instead of relating everything from its tiniest element to the biggest one.

Knocking at the Devil's Door.

Where did the truth go!
Everyone wants to know.
The Fool and The Poor,
The Child and The Parents,
The Police and the Thief,
The Leader and the People.

Is there any relation at all?

While the Devil Playing his saxophone
behind our doors,
The Fool solving our problem without a clue
The Child can't find his righteous toy,
The Police's driving his car so slow,
The Leader is betraying his people on the phone.
And Still there's no relation at all?...

Hey Fool,
Teach the people survival,
Little bit Cheating,
Little bit bribing,
Pave them a way to heaven.
And deny the existence of Hell.

Hey Child,
Smoke some weed,
Play violent games during the week,
Become an Atheist,
listen to your father the capitalist,
And Tell Mom,
Life is easier when you are divorced.
And Sex Education is all you wanted
To know about in this life and after.
Otherwise everything is an error.

Hey The Police,
Keep Ticketing those who drive fast,
And make sure the prostitutes never get fat.
Keep them beautiful, meaningful
for your poor customers inside your flat.
Go Arrest those thieves,
Shave their heads,
Sentence them to a life in Prison,
Let them graduate as Professional Criminals
In this new brave World.
And Eventually tell them;
"People safety comes first"

Hey Leader,
Gather the people,
Give them a speech,
Tell them how to live, how to think.
How you cheated death once, twice, and thrice,
In WarStan, KillStan, and DeathStan .
Tell them that their lives are never better, but bitter,
Until they elect you,
the fittest. The sharpest.
Then Live selfishly deafly at your 100s castles,
Die and live forever like a fossil.

Is there any relation yet!
No Sir, no relation at all.
Our country is still so perfect...

Like a watch that's
built By;
a Chinese,
fueled by
An Arab,
functioned by
An Indian.
And Controlled by
An American.

Influenced by [z].

Good Night Dear Readers.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

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And It remains the best.

The older one seems not working any more!

Monday, October 23, 2006

Eid Mobarak - Salty Feeling.

Eid Mobarak by [x]
My Calligraphy: Eid Mobarak by [x].

I just want to say Eid Mobarak all, just If someone is wondering what I wrote in the calligraphy, it says "Eidkom Mobarak, Happy Eid to all"

Salty Feeling.
Salty Tears,
Engraving Stones,
Speechless words,
like the wind.
A whisper,
A glance,
Over your shoulder,
He says "Stop dropping those diamonds down"
A crystal clear,
a dew reflecting the world so green.
I wish I could see those tears,
But joyful lips;
Are better than those regretful halo lids.

Good Night Dear Readers.

My 11th Eid I spend alone.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

A Sympathetical Word.

I want to be one of the boys by Ognjan Schalamanov
I want to be one of the boys by Ognjan Schalamanov.
Please Click on the photo to see it larger.

BedTime's Quote[118]:

-"A liar is someone who tries to make everyone except himself sounds like a liar"--[x] [Social-Understanding]
-"Love is when you say - I hate you - in a poetical form"--[x] [Social-Understanding]

Political Status: Away.
Psychological Status: Worried, Patient.

A Sympathetical Word.

O'lovely lady,
Your tears falling,
On your favorite poem,
Its ink is dissolving, fading...Away
ٍStop It, probably
Possibily, your eyes,
become dry.
And your love becomes blind.

O'lovely lady,
It's better to look at the sky,
Choose your favorite star,
name it "Lucky boy".
And smile.
Inspired by [y].

Eid Mobarak All, Happy Eid. Another Eid for me I spend alone.

Good Night Dear Readers.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006


Update: I revised the paper, and made slight corrections.


Of A Man And His Pentagon.


The train came late as usual, it's the only train station in the town, and it always had trains coming way over schedule. The town was empty, just to avoid exaggeration, actually it had very few people. The minority groups ruled the town, the majority group had disappeared since the war began. The town left so alienated and remote from the rest of the nation. Mr.[x] was frustrated because he would miss his job interview appointment for the third time. It was his dream job, it was the only thing he wanted to master - to be an AntiNationalist writer.

He decided to wait longer,there could have been another ghostly dusty rusty train coming by, luckily there was one caming. It stopped, he got inside, it was surprisingly full of the majority group's people. He was puzzled, and went into deep frozen silence. He decided to stop at the last station to meet someone special, it was one hour away. The train was crowded, it was hard for him to find an empty seat, hardly found one, he sat next to an injured old man, almost raptured. He was wearing white and Red uniform, it had many pentagons. Those Pentagons represent the number of damned Nationalists, he executed...--Click for The rest of the story.
Written by [x].
The paper might be revised and changed later.

Good Night dear readers.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

O'self Consciousness.

Alarmed Narcissues by Kristina Buceatchi
Alarmed Narcissues by Kristina Buceatchi.

Political Status: Offensive.
Psychological Status: Patient, hopeful.


O'self Consciousness.

A Green Mountain,
Birds singing,
Landscape escaping...
There she was,
Standing over the cliff,
watching the world
Became Small.
Her moments became short,
A life time story became a second.

There she was,
closing her eyes,
Smiling or Frowning,
An emotional confusion,
Capturing a million pictures,
Assembling them into one person,
inside a melting heart,
beating for the lucky one.
She said to her self-consciousness;
"...Please forgive me,
I don't want to win,
But to Be won...By the one."
Inspired by [y]

Good night Dear Readers

Monday, October 09, 2006

The World without A Crutch.

Bloom by Armindo Dias
Bloom by Armindo Dias.

The World without A Crutch..
A Nation overwhelms my Brain,
And I try to withdraw..
A Nuclear Attack,
I panic, I freak,
My Soul at the edge of a heart attack...
What a depressing fact...

A Bulldozer runs over the ghettos.
I turn into green and blue,
I can't decide where to go,
I become a refugee,
to live free....

The Solar System,
A Star, and its Planets,
A government and its b*tches.
A lover and his wishes....
...I write a love letter at midnight,
Thinking they would sound different
When the world goes out of sights...Blind.
...I write a wish over a Maple leaf every noon,
..I wrote
"I wish to be you"
"I wish you not to be me"
"I wish I was there"
"And I wish there was Me"

No Time to think of a Romantic letter,
When my nighebor's streets filled with them,
Pollutions, Corruptions,
Humans to Animals going through

Guns, Rifles, Tanks, Warcrafts,
The World will still be at peace,
As long as, there's no Ammo.
....And I withdraw..
From this field of juggernauts.
Influenced by [z].

Note: Poem written in little bit different style, I usually don't like to use "I's". "I" in this poem refers to a refugee who escaped his country, and fell in love, but eventually he realized, his love is and the world around him can't let him think clearly.

Good Night.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Signing A Paper

Every Street by Ed Swinden
Every Street by Ed Swinden.

BedTime's Quote[117]:
"The Most attractive and puzzling thing in a woman is when she is mad, and that's what a man should accept, not hate, to face, and wait for days for her smile. Patient He should be, for It's hurtful, but beautiful "--[x] [Social-Understanding].

Political Status: Offensive.
Psychological Status: Hopeful, patient.

Signing A Paper.

The Sun was rising,
the Moment was approaching,
Holding his pen, signing...In a black ink.
On a new Constitution.
Writing his last name,
which sounded so tamed.

At the noon,
He announced;
"Our land will know a new future soon,
I am here to erase my father mistakes,
And intakes your sufferings, your complaints.
I was born to lead, and be led by you, the heroes.
I today did sacrifice my life to overthrown
my father, my behalf.

Who used to poison my mind, and Your minds
Destroying our culture and belief,
...May Allah forgive him!
I will bring A new order to enrich
our Military,
Our Economy,
Knowledge and superiority.
We will use the Oil to make more money
For you the people to live in luxury
I have written a constitution based on Sharia,
And drawn by the Media.
And all we have to do is to follow it faithfully"

The Sun rose & sat, rose & sat
, But the land stayed the same,
It was only renamed
from a "Colonized Country"
to the kingdom of the Islamic honey,
to the empire of the enlightening savvy,
to the republic of the Obesity of the Chunky...

His Plans sounded successful,
His people looked miserable...

He lost his sight,
Lost his mind,
Lost his heart,
A machine pumping it with blood,
A pipe feeding him with liquid food,
A laser eye scanning his universe, ..

....His life ended
When his son as he claimed,
"I turned off the machine mistakenly...
While I was signing some papers...
for a brighter
Influenced by [z]

Note: The poem; it's about... Well you know!

Good Night dear readers.

Monday, October 02, 2006


Brooklyn Marine Park 04 by Yongbo Jiang
Brooklyn Marine Park by Yongbo Jiang.

Note: I wrote following, it might be funny, but it's actually related to our daily politics.

Political-Fiction [5]:

Once upon a time [x] was asked by a curious [y] if he remembered his early life and dreams so he answered:

--"I remember the day I was born, I remember I was dropped off, like a water drop, on a blue bedsheet, and an Indian doctor came to me, and said "Ok, here you arrr, Kyoot Babee", I remember he smelled like Coconut oil. To be honest, my nose was disfunction for coco oil smell. He put a tag on my right wrist. The tag had my birthdate, and how many white hair I would have at the age of 12. Then he said to me "Welcome to Earth, Don't tell your mom that the Afghani war isn't over yet. Soon you will have your own passport, your own belief, your own land, or become an illegal immigrant in some superpower countries". I smiled while my mind had thoughts like "Wait until I invade your country and destroy your coconut trees to get rid of people using such oil on their hair", he got scared, and backed off, and said SATAN! My tongue was disfunction at that time otherwise I would reply and say "No, Your holy cow".

In the first night of my life, I enjoyed a process called "Sleep" I had a movie played in my brain, which is an event called "Dream", and a bad dream is called "Nightmare". I had a nightmare, my first nightmare was about a president, it's a term used to name anyone who sucks at politics, this president drank a lot of black liquor endlessly, he called it Spoiled Milk, he refused to share any of it to any one very greedy he was, he tried to arrest me and sent me to jail. However, I suddenly woke up in shock and it was morning , I dropped so much tears, in a process called "Crying" for seeking a breast-fed. My favorite drink at that time was unexpired milk unlike my nightmare president's favorite. Milk is a white liquid produced from a four legged creature that makes a sound "MOO". The doctor came, said "God MorninG". I wish I knew English at that time, but I only knew how to speak "Waa Waa" language, which is not processed by the tongue, but the eyes. The doctor said to me that I was becoming 2 days old and I must look for a wife soon at least within 20 years. I said to him in the Wa wa language " WA WA AAAA WAA WAA" which meant "WTF, I still don't know If I am going to be male or female". The Indian doctor understood and said "Oh No Brobleem, we will wait 20 years".

I left the hospital with my emotional Arabian mother, when we got home, we had a huge party celebrating my victory at the hospital against the Indian's Axis of evil. My turkish secularist sick father was so happy and hugged me very strong like squeezing a kurdish refugee. And, our nieghbors started visiting and giving my mom money to build my empire. I got a lot of money from a Chinese doctor, a Russian nurse, and an Iranian belly dancer although my American grandfather did not like them. Anyhow, within a few days, I bought a huge well-protected fully-armed bed, one tank full of toys and Babyist -babyist is anyone who believes in babyism- musical Anthems, thick bullet-proof diapers, and a 10 years plan to install braces. It was only time for The World to fall in obedience under my feet, until my mom and grandfather started to spank me to behave well, and that's where all my dreams shattered away. And, I screamed "WA WAA'A A A A WAWA" which painfully meant "Mom! Why do You Women get jealous so easily!?" --

Right after [x] finished his tale,

[y] said: LIAR!,
[x] said: Well, look around do you see anyone is honest?
[y] said: Yes, Me.
[x] said: Yes, you are honest since your mom started to spank you as well.

Written by [x].
under revisions.

Previous Political-Fiction[4].

Good night dear Readers.

Sunday, October 01, 2006


Years Passed by, and Egyptians ran out of patience so they kindly asked their president:
"Why do you like to be the president and always win the election by 99%!?"

The president said: " Sorry people to make you wait this long, but I kept my position this long because I just wanted to know the feeling of being a mummy inside a pyramid guarded by a thousand men and visited daily by a thousand wanna-be-president-like-me for inspiration; And hence, I won the election by 99% because I was the only one who voted, and only 1% of myself disagreed with my policies."

Unfortunately, his people agreed to wait longer.
Written by [x].