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If you don’t have it, money’s everything.
But once you do, it’s not the only king.
It’s just a medium — not the final goal.
Yet still, it plays a very vital role.

Azerbaijani Turkic version:

Pul, olmasa, hər nədir.پول، اوْلماسا، هر نه‌دیر
Olsa, sanma hər nədir. اولسا، سانما هر نه‌دیر
Aracdır, amac deyil, آراج‌دیر، آماج دئییل
Gərək ola hər nədir. گره‌ک اوْلا هر نه‌دیر
A bilingual reflection on the paradox of money — how it dominates when absent, yet should serve when present.

Written and performed in English and South Azerbaijani Turkic, this poem explores value, purpose, and the role of wealth in human life.

Language may shift, but the question remains: What rules us — the goal or the tool?
Cadmus May 21
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We board with desire.

We return with clarity.

And somewhere between the stations,

we learn

What was attainable.

And what was worth carrying.

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This poem captures the quiet transformation that time brings. We begin our journey burdened with ambition, desire, and expectation—only to return tempered by experience, having shed what we once thought essential. It’s a meditation on simplicity, loss, and wisdom.
Lynn Mar 19
"Hmm, lavender"
He murmured into my hair
He smiled against my scalp sensing my despair
I smiled up at him "my shampoo"
His hands on me feel taboo
And suddenly
I regret
Washing my hair
With
Lavender shampoo
Now, believe your gut,
your heart will negotiate,
your mind will delude.
the first feel tends to be the right feel; when it comes to the subject of trust.
I choose detachment;
Excitement brings more distress,
It never brings peace.
Excitement is agitation and agitation leads to desperation which leads to bad outcomes.
Excitement is born from expectations and expectations assure disappointment.
We were watched, making love last night
By her walls, painted plain and white.
I want to tell her,
If you love me, love me better,
You're doing it all wrong.
You just strung a dozen words together,
I wouldn't call it a song.
She says she's afraid to be alone
Fine, I guess I'll lead her along.
I'm not that cruel and
You're not very strong.
Four white, watching walls, night after night...
I don't think we can go on.
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