The Bread

One bread
a day
for every man

Till this is not the way
the name of man
is not a name
but just a title
we have given us
without a reason

Till this is not the way
the name of this planet
is not earth
either

The Gun

For a fistful of dollars
the hero killed the bad gunners

He came to the town with no name
he left it behind just the same

He was so proud of his gun
he used it as if it was fun

He played a big role in their life
he saved the man and his wife

He brought to the town some good change
he shot a few at close range

He atlast made the final scene
he stayed the man he had been

For a fistful of dollars
the hero killed the mad gunners

The Car

I loved my car
It was the best vehicle in the whole world
It had four complete wheels
That went round and round and round
It had a perfect design
So every one knew
That the car was mine
The lights in the front were too white
And those on the back too red
It was in this car
That for the last time she said:
"I love you"
It was in this car
That for the last time she said:
"I need you"
And it was in this car
That for the last time
She looked at me and said:
"Take care and bye"
I never said thanks
I never said bye
I just drove away and did die
The car was later sold
Because it was almost old
The man on the market asked:
"How old is the car infact"?
My soul instead of me replied:
"I did not know when my body had died"

The Call

Heaven or hell:
Does it ring a bell
in your ears?
Does it leave you drowned
in the cold cold pool
of tears?
As I pass before these walls
I hear the desperate calls
of the ones in need.
And in the silence of the moments
just an empty heart lies.
Look at their eyes!
Look at their eyes!
Oh indeed:
The next year is coming.
The next year is on.
But the joy of life
for the man and his wife
and the children too
is gone.
Heaven or hell:
Is there anything much
left to tell?

The Cry

Standing on no ground
under the roof of nothing
the poor cries out loud:
Oh god!
These men came and ripped everything off
and yet it is not enough
why are we so blind?
why are we so blind?
"Are you out of your mind"?
The man in the big car said:
"Keep the change you fool
everyone is just a tool
I saw the writing on the wall
all you should is to give me a call".
But there was a time we could see
what has happend to you and me?
what has happend to you and me?

The Misery

Drowning in a deep silence,
through the path of luxurious shadows,
there is no way out at all,
no way out.
The prostitute is hanging out all day long.
Nothing seems to pass,nothing seems to end.
How much for the day?
How much for the night?
Just fix the price and the place!
And it is alright;
nothing seems to be wrong,
all day long,
there is no way out of misery.
No way out.

The Extraction

I reached the human's extraction.
And my share of freedom
was inevitable;
That I have never been in search
for freedom;
It has always been with me;
And so did I
reach the human's extraction.

The Look

By your quiet behaviour,
by your graceful gait
and your name;
I swear
that I pluck a piece of cloud
from the sky of your eyes
and let loose
in the ambush of the wind;
till hereafter,
not just I
be the chamberlain
of your look's hall.

The Fear

Suddenly a plane
broke it's sad lump
above my head.

I stare at the dark illusion
of the sky
restless.

There is no trace.

A moment passed
and the feeling of flight changed;
just as the pain
being weighed
different.

Now look!
at the amazement of her eyes
upon the seed of fear
crashing
from the broken ceiling
of the sky.

And look!
at the vibration of the cold roots
crawling
inside the body and the soul
impatient.

The Night

The crazy time
hangs too heavy;
you drop in yourself
like a stranger;
and the night
is a ruin,
just a ruin.

The Song

Sing little bird sing!
for your own sake.
The sky is blue,
and my heart too,
and I pour down
on the alleys of the night,
limpid like the spring rain.
And I remain
waiting for the rainbow of dreams.
Tomorrow morning,
the fondler sun will boast
of all those pansies and apple blossoms.
And the sky is blue,
and I have the desire to fly,
the strange desire to fly.
For your own sake;
sing!

The Line

The big liers are on the line;
they are all doing just fine.

They make silly conversations;
they do a lot for their nations.

They are the greatest promisers;
they get escorted by the officers.

They are so true and believable;
they are not always quite visible.

They are so kind and too caring;
they do not care what you are wearing.

They move around in expensive suits;
they sport and take fresh fruits.

They waste energy during the day;
they make sure you find your own way.

The big liers are on the line;
they rise like the sun and they shine.

The Hope [ For Bahar,a friend whose name is the beginning of life ]

I write your name in green o green;
on the wet pots of belief and expectation.

Till this hope grows inside me;
to the small brittle sprouts of spring.

The War 2 ( The Prayer )

In the name of war;
the compassionless and the merciless.

In the name of war;
the one who destroys and is loveless.

In the name of war;
the one who kills the children.

In the name of war;
the one who eliminates all men.

In the name of war;
the one who sets everything on fire.

In the name of war;
the one who shoots at the heart of desire.

In the name of war;
the one who is the enemy of life.

In the name of war;
the one who cuts you like a knife.

In the name of war;
the one who dislikes to wish and to hope.

In the name of war;
the one with whom we can not cope.

In the name of war...

The Table

The men behind the big round table;
they are always in power and able.

They talk to each other all the time;
they never even do waste a dime.

They make important decisions for you and me;
they know we are blind enough not to see.

They buy and sell what ever they could;
they do not make an exception,or they would.

They drink French cognac and smoke Cuban cigars;
they fancy transportation in American cars.

They shake hands and kiss each other's faces;
they do not leave behind them no traces.

The men behind the big round table;
they are quite in power and able.

The War

The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.


Sergeant shouts in a glorious way:
"let's make it our own special day

hey boys come on now!
we ain't here for fun now

no fucking creature remains alive
move!I wanna watch the show live

we ain't here to think and talk
our orders are to kill and walk

don't let no one in here escape
let me see you're in such a good shape".


And the little girl comes with a flower in her hand;
she wants to join the concert,to join the band.

The brave soldiers open fire at her;
no wonder that she does not care!

Her parents are killed in the bombardment;
when peacefully having dinner in their apartment.

Now everything is finished and the evil is dead;
and sergeant got a medal for what he had led.


The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar,
in the sea of hatred and more...

The Road

From which road you return?
Through which road the storm,
that reaches me so dark,
ends?
Along which road the rain,
that pours down on me so cold,
stops?
From which road,
ah,which road,
you return?

The Exile

You have the strenght to cry,
you have the desperation to reach,
and you have the necessity to see.

Tears form a circle in your eyes,
and farewell is a rainy road
along the exile.

O forever traveller!

Time does not wait for you,
and destination is much invisible;
so,do not travel without a thought,
and do not travel without a word.

O forever traveller!

May the hands of reminiscences
always be with you,
cause danger is ambushing you
in the corner of each alley.

The Escape

It is late at night,
turn off the light!
I am afraid of the looks usurpation.

The wind blows;
the crazy wind blows towards us
from the mountain side,
and I do not feel in secure.

It is late at night,
and our time is tight;

come on,let us go,
come on!
before the wind reaches us,
we should be gone.

The Toy

O boy!
What a fabulous toy;
When you touch her,
she sings for you like a doll.
When you talk to her,
she does not hear you at all.
When you put your arms around her,
she does not care,
if you surround her.
And when you leave her in the box,
she says:what the hell,life sucks.
Boy o boy;
What a disastrous toy!