makes us survive
And thus, without his reputation
A man’s life is like a
Rock in a river
Floating along the waters
Unless he finds his own way.
Rust In The Trees
Come as you are
With the joy with which you smile
Come as you are
While the storms run around
Come as you are
With the tears that never cry
Come as you are
With the heavy weight
Of freedom on your shoulders
Come as you are
To cool down the fire
That separated us, long ago
Come as you are
To paint a picture
Of this colorless world
Come as you are
Towards the un-speakable sorrow
Come as you are
To un-leash the words
That sleep beneath the shadows
Come as you are
With weaknesses that never leave
Come as you are
And sing the songs that have no voices
Come as you are
From the chattering of stars
That shine without any light
Come as you are
To realize the foolishness of
Our own decisions
And when you do come
Soon by the time
You will be carried away
By the winds just like
Rust in the trees.
Seconds To Centuries
The winds refused to blow
While I sat and watched
Everything drip away slowly
Still try to catch up
On the last train
That leads me to the
Skies to keep myself busy
Even though nothing is quite lest
But a mind full of ideas
And thoughts that have formed there
From the cradle till the grave
Take a whole round
And find yourself right back
Where you started from
The spirit of the tress
Always remains beneath the trees
When nature gives us time to breathe
We look upon the lives beyond our own
The ways are ceiled
Of how everything runs around
And stops again, taking
Everything with it to it’s depths
The long days of summer
I wish I could spend just
Sitting and watching
The sun as it sings
It’s good-bye song
Or perhaps maybe
The snow would fall
And come over to say hi
Wanting to free the times
That ought not to be touched
Asked me if I had them
Or did I loose them?
Nothing more I could say
Except tell the story
Of the person who wished
To have more time
Than life gave him
And all those years we’ve once
Waited so long to come
And when they did come
Without us realizing it
Turned from seconds into centuries.
Seen From The Distance
The things of my past
Were never lost
Neither were found
The blurry skies
Vanished away soon
For the sun to rise again
Running to stand still
In the fast moving crowd
The wonderful joy of dreaming
Rushes forth in my mind
But the mirrors that
Reflect the images of reality
Stopped me to moving forward
I try to reach the up-most heavens
Between the unstoppable rains
That poured on all my defenses
Un-questionable reasons
Of the un-trusted fallacies
Stuck on the moment of strings
When broken, tear apart
The live that I once
Forgot to thank for
I never say I’m alone
Neither I fell leftover
Even in the dark shadows
For somewhere in this
Heart that still beats
And a mind, still conscious
There lives a memory
There stays an existence
There remains a belief
Of God who always looks upon me
And never lets go of my hand
Still puzzled I think
How they could say
They are alone
For one soul lies in this soul
And the only thing that
Dies by the time.
She's The One
She’s the smile on my face
And the brightness in my eyes
She’s the key to my heart
And the reason for my happiness
She’s an angel in my life
And the helper of my troubles
She means so much to me
She’ the one.
She’s the shield for my protection
And the one for my support
She’s the root of my strength
And the one to give me courage
She’s the one to teach me wrong
And right and she’s the one
To teach me how to fight
She means so much to me
She’s the one.
She’s in a way of heaven for me
And the place for my comfort
She’s the reason for my joy
And the reason my life
She means so much to me
She’s the one.
Sitting By The Fire
Sitting by the fire
Watching the flames
Of the dying embers
That burn so slow
When the sun hides
Itself away in the
Curtains of the skies.
Watching these seconds
As they pass away
I wonder in the
Box of memories which
Lies in one corner of my mind
The memories, which sink deeply
Into the seconds
Which had passed long since.
They are memories which
Always kept me going
They are memories which
Are always lying in one corner
Of everyone’s mind, whether
They realize it or not
The memories in which some
May see themselves un-recognized.
Memories that one can
Always remember and think
Of what a lovely time
It was back then
But sometimes, it goes
The other way
Sometimes it’s not enough
To live upon just our past.
Sometimes, we have to
Live on what we have
And push away everything
That comes in the way
Of our open road of life
And perhaps we could
Save these memories
And be happy with
Having them in that
Corner of our mind
And then these memories
Could never be erased.
Sounds In The Setting Sun
Do you hear the screams
That carry pain inside them?
Do you wonder of the dreams
That went forth in the melting skies?
Do you still ask for more
When others are left with nothing?
Do you hide beneath the trees
While others are left to soak in the rain?
Do you question the ideas
That left other’s answers un-questiona
ble?
Do you find any smiles
That once ruled over these sorrowful faces?
Do you have faith in others
While others don’t have faith in you?
Do you still welcome your wishes
While other’s wishes are turned away?
Do you find it easy to decide of the grief
That made the joy hard to believe?
Do you sleep in the comfort of the mid-night
That forced others to lie on hard ground?
Do you expect to be respected every time
When you made a fool out of yourself?
Do you take the lives of the innocent
That caused others to sob on the ones alive?
Do you feel comfortable
When others have been in pain for so long?
Do you realize the troubles you’ve caused
That made all your people poor?
Do you rise up above the skies
When others fall in the depths?
Do you feel courageous among the leaders
While all they feel is scared?
Do you stop the blood flowing in the streets
That made others give away their lives too?
Do you still have strength when you see
Others break into pieces in the thunder?
Do you ever fight back or take revenge
When someone tries to destroy your home?
Don’t you remember the pain once felt
And all the wars once fought
To build the ground you stand on?
Don’t you remember?
Don’t you see the lines you’ve drawn
On that same ground that was once so clear?
Don’t you still see the courage you’ve sent to sleep
That was once awake to push back
Anything got in it’s way
And that became the reason that these walls stand
Don’t you see anything?
Don’t you feel what others feel?
Do you even live with a heart
Or just the greed to gain all that is there?
Thus it seems to everyone
That indeed, you don’t realize anything.
The Irony
It never loses, but wins.
It never slows down, but runs.
It never turns, but goes straight ahead.
It never hesitates, but plays.
It never rejects, but turns away.
It never answers, but gives way.
It never comforts, but helps.
It never speaks, but calls.
It never sympathizes, but cares.
It never fights, but saves.
It never promises, but accomplishes.
It never follows, but shows.
It never sings, but has melody.
It never relates, but bonds.
It never decides, but solves.
It never accompanies, but supports.
It never sleeps, but dreams.
It never imagines, but creates.
It never wonders, but finds it.
It never shines, but has colours.
It never fears, but encourages.
It never falls, but sacrifices.
It never smiles, but glows.
It never breaks, but mends.
It never thinks, but believes.
It never shimmers, but has light.
It never occupies, but controls.
It never kills, but hurts.
It never catches, but surrounds.
And it never costs, but pays.
That is the supreme irony of Love.
The Lost One
You saw through the dark skies
You walked through the rough ways
You heard the low cries
You felt the pain deep inside
You lied on the hard ground
You bore flowers into the evil hearts
Your eyes reached every blood-covered nook
Your mind recognized every image
Of your loved ones before your last breathe
You dwelt among the bitterest of all
You spoke bravely among everyone at the time
When they were afraid
You controlled the hardest when you