How easy they break you down
Those who break down easy
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Name
Through a thousand skies above my head
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
Like a wind I blow
And like a cloud I arrive
To rain
I wish I could help
To move out the pain
And tomorrow
The sun will shine
And yet
You are not mine
And tomorrow
Who knows
What will lies ahead
Through a thousand skies above my head
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
And tomorrow
Tell me when will we meet
And the sun will shine
And yet again
You are not mine
Not mine
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
Like a wind I blow
And like a cloud I arrive
To rain
I wish I could help
To move out the pain
And tomorrow
The sun will shine
And yet
You are not mine
And tomorrow
Who knows
What will lies ahead
Through a thousand skies above my head
Only a bird flies
And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
Only a flower grows
And tomorrow
Tell me when will we meet
And the sun will shine
And yet again
You are not mine
Not mine
Saturday, December 08, 2007
The Emptiness
Empty of you
You who were empty
So the result is the same
Empty
Of emptiness
It means
You
Never
Were
You who were empty
So the result is the same
Empty
Of emptiness
It means
You
Never
Were
Saturday, October 06, 2007
The Part
I partially understand
And I partially don't
There are many things
That I want to do
For you
And many things
That I want to say
In a way
I partially will
And I partially won't
And I partially don't
There are many things
That I want to do
For you
And many things
That I want to say
In a way
I partially will
And I partially won't
Monday, August 13, 2007
The Way
Hey!
It is not the way
If you may
I would say
Hey!
Have you started a good day?
For that ofcourse I would pray
But,hey!
The sky above my head is still gray
And you do not seem to have any attention to pay
So hey!
I would say
If I may
It is certainly not the way
Not the way
It is not the way
If you may
I would say
Hey!
Have you started a good day?
For that ofcourse I would pray
But,hey!
The sky above my head is still gray
And you do not seem to have any attention to pay
So hey!
I would say
If I may
It is certainly not the way
Not the way
Monday, May 28, 2007
The No
I'm sick and tired of you guys
Why don't you pull off your disguise
You thought you've made me a fool
But I always played by the rule
Now I can't take it any more
I'll stand up and throw you out the door
I wouldn't resist if I were you
You don't have the balls to fight me through
It's finished,over,and you're gone
You won't exist when I'm done
Just take your empty lives and go
If you ask to stay the answer is no
Why don't you pull off your disguise
You thought you've made me a fool
But I always played by the rule
Now I can't take it any more
I'll stand up and throw you out the door
I wouldn't resist if I were you
You don't have the balls to fight me through
It's finished,over,and you're gone
You won't exist when I'm done
Just take your empty lives and go
If you ask to stay the answer is no
Thursday, December 28, 2006
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
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
Friday, November 24, 2006
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 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
Monday, October 02, 2006
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"
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"
Monday, December 26, 2005
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?
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?
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
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?
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?
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
The Night
The crazy time
hangs too heavy;
you drop in yourself
like a stranger;
and the night
is a ruin,
just a ruin.
hangs too heavy;
you drop in yourself
like a stranger;
and the night
is a ruin,
just a ruin.
Monday, March 07, 2005
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!
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!
Sunday, January 02, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, December 20, 2004
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.
on the wet pots of belief and expectation.
Till this hope grows inside me;
to the small brittle sprouts of spring.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
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 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...
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