Life

Life... its a word can't simply explained by words, for some its all about actions, but for me its about both.

About you

There is no where you have to go,
There is something you have to know,
That is your life is going down,
And the soul could find nothing,
But the dust on ground.

If you heard one voice calling you,
When the evil spirit chases you,
And the mysterious fog was hugging too,
You should know it's about to start,
And there is nothing could stop your moving heart.

Who ever tried, who ever cried,
Never listen, it's you,
It's you who will be asked,
In the day of the chart,
When Archangel Gabriel is asking you,

Who created that damn earth and you don't know,
You feel that essence of your life,
Dropping back all the bad knifes,
Trying to remove all the bad sides,
Remembering the good thing,

The joys of soul

There is one only place,
You can easily trace
A place of yours,
Serves your morns.

Some where, where birds,
Can sing in free
And pats have nowhere
To have fun or spree.

Where you can answer,
The questions you ask
And you get the whole power,
From this new mask.

It's where the greens grow,
And your mind holds,
A spontaneous overflow,
Out from the lost odds.


Imagine the mountains,
Which carry the fountains,
That hold the seekers,
And the mighty founders.

When the beautiful rose,
Make you stand, and think, and pause,
In the beauty of the mind,
You gaze, more than at the mortal mold.

Yes, see and watch and gaze,
At this mysterious maze,
But remember most of all,
These are the joys of soul.

Hardship

At the face of the midwife,
When the mother sees her life,
Between the eyes, when the baby cries.

She sees him for the first sight,
And then the baby dies,
His mother cries,
After the big foggy fight.

The trees weep the young nails,
He stayed in the land of ambiguity,
And gazed at the mortal eternity,
Then passed under the sand of reptiles.

Again  the mother cries,
The jailed isolation jails his sadness,
Drives the whole world, the captives right to madness,
A tear by tear equals big byes.

Again the mother cries,
Then, her mother dies,
After two aged miles,
The daughter cries.

The leaves lose the pretty shine struggle,
Saying people are not as simple as a muggle,
They do vanish every day in piles,
Claiming this is only fake trails.

The mother cries,
Her glowing tiny eyes,
Turn black till the tight ties,
The bodies roast like chicken fries.

Again, again, again,
The mom, mother, ma'ma,
Mummy, mametto, mama,
They all still cry.

Don't wait

                                      Escaping from fate to fate,
                                  Trying to hunt the mortal date,
                                Knowing the secrets of love and hate,
                                    But never catch the right mate,
                                    The color of life all of it paint,
                                    Will soon  fade and never wait,
                                    whether you did or didn't ate,
                                        You're just have to stand,
                                          Till the count of eight,
                                        So beware and never late,
                                            Because if you did,
                                          They'll close the gate,
                                    And you'll lose the possible rate,
                                    Now help yourself and do great,
                                          You're not a prophet,
                                            You're not a saint.

The Apocalypse

When the empiric comes
from the dusty cave,
Full of sin, delusions,
and honest people he slays
Then Jesus comes out from high
to show the real,
He brings us all to faith,
and to our hearts he appeals
We turn from black to white,
from vice to virtue
And we drink from
the well of innocence and forgiveness,
Then, the sky turns pale
when everything goes on its way,
Leaving us in awe, in fear,
in trepidation in this Day
Gog and Magog rise like limbo,
eating everything could be
They ruin, destroy, dilapidate,
and kill the living and dead,
The show gets worse and worse
as the creature rises up the hill,
It gives a sign for each one was pure
and didn't roast in hell,
The smoke fills the throats
and minds, after all,
To tell us about the eclipse
that turns three times,
We call, " the fire's everywhere, where to go!"
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!!
The big voice is heard,
it's Asra time- to go on,
The deeds are ready;
the king comes to see,
What we did before,
why we didn't plea?,
We tear, I tear, you tear of fear,
Just then you'll know,
the Apocalypse shall grow,
The mortal…no more!!
And the living dead will stand,
on the same eternal sand,
Gazing at the light of the one,
who raises with no finger…the sun

My happiness in every pain.

                                                 I suffer inside my heart,     
                                                 But I enjoy it every part,
                                          I prefer it above being senseless,
                                    I could deal with the fact of being hurt,
                                          When I see the hardships of others,
                                          I feel so lucky of being that way,
                                              I can judge I can explain,
                                                  The misery of others pain,
                                              In the middle of the common,
                                            Stolid and immovable  Narcissists,
                                                      When I look and gaze,
                                                          At someone dies,
                                                No one cares no one moves,
                                                    To save the mortal core,
                                            And take him out of his wounds,
                                        They all stare, they stare… they dare!!
                                              While I try to catch his hand,
                                            But I can't because of the crowd,
                                          They stopped me… and succeeded,
                                            After all, my tears come down,
                                                  I couldn't give a hand,
                                                    To that anguished man,
                                                      Yet I felt his breast, 
                                          Turning to pieces out of his chest.