Spectacles, yesterday's newsGrandpa's good-mornings were always there,
Reading the newspaper on his rocking chair,
The care in his eyes, and his loving heart,
Made this day, today, his day, so hard,
How much I cried, and the incidences shook me,
Headaches captured my head, blinded me to see,
All the tears in eyes for this beloved man,
With the lovely smile of his and the natural tan,
His soul is wandering and his body is resting in a coffin,
His view reminded me of the tea he made and muffins,
The delight in the morning and the singing of birds,
And the chess challenges which I feared but dared,
The Old fella, who taught me much about life,
That the things I should care of in world are five,
Today, tomorrow, work, love and mourn,
As those come to you without a sign or warn!
OptimismIt is the way you walk on beach,
With head rolling to see the seabirds,
Bared and sand between your toes,
With wind between your strands
When sunshine sets,
Reflects the orange rays on your cheeks,
With eyes so dark, light with optimism!
Brandon JonesBrandon Jones, the beggar of fourth London street,
Always Known for his chocking jokes,
Quite creative, and unique, barely getting anything,
With his tie, hat, and gloves, fancy suit, very neat;
He had a daisy in his pocket, looked pretty in sunshine,
His smell fragranced with leather taste, a hugo boss fake perfume,
I don't know why he begs or what does he beg for?
As with the stick in his hands, to me he looked pretty fine;
Brandon Jones, the beggar of fourth London street,
Always known for his chocking jokes,
Quite charming, and one of a kind, the beauty he seeks,
With the coins in his hat, he buys fancies not a treat,
He had a daisy in his pocket, the yellow brightens under street oil lamps,
With a mustache and a beard, he begged ladies for a dance,
He comes everyday, and stands in the same corner of the square,
With his bright smile, and jokes, to fill people's heart gaps;
Brandon Jones, barely you can call a beggar, with the smile,
He begged for a need, more important than money,
The Legendary Ahmus
The rage and hatred in human souls,
Greed lives inside the flesh,
The disgrace and disloyalty to mankind,
Makes a savage animal a whole;
Masks on face, made disguise,
Peaks in hands and horns in air,
Shattered the rows of mighty men,
To fall in their own abyss;
Came on wheels, led strong creatures,
Shields on chests, Helmets, thorns,
Swords hung in belts, daggers, sticks,
Black rebels with unknown features;
Killed the king who was considered a God,
And his son, the son of a God,
Time for tears, and some screams,
Babies, widows, when they had to retreat;
The Other son, Son of youth, Rushy but smart,
Studied the battle, and the way the enemy wins,
Ordered carpenters from all over the Nile to Tiba,
To make the inventions come true, the core of ancient heart;
The men were not ready, and they were afraid,
They thought the enemy were monsters,
But what Ahmus gave them with his rebounding voice,
Made them a salvation army against the raid;
The age was a witness, to a massacre,
NarcissismI am sorry, I didn't mean it,
To make myself cry,
Bundles on my forehead,
wet with sweat and I wait till they dry,
On scenery of the violets,
On summits, some grow,
with mania of self obsession,
with tips of noses, in air to be blown,
These are my faults,
I let myself, be driven,
My mistakes which I now promise
to redeem, with no oblivion,
And the heart of harsh wool,
would be softer than Thai silk,
And the darkness within myself,
Would be whiter than Rochester pure milk.
Gothic LoveBent my shoulders and down on my knees,
Flipped a flower between my lips,
I said I am sorry, and begged her please,
"Mistakes ain't small, and promises you can't keep"
They ain't huge, not as she sees,
How can she forgive me, sorry is not enough,
But her love is precious and I'll seize,
This ain't a battle, I was in need,
and those who envy us want to cease
This love, our love, you shouldn't believe,
I know I betrayed your trust, my mind was dead-freeze,
But if this what you want, to leave me,
I would go, you won't see my face,
I will leave but I don't want you to cry over my name,
when it is written under, the big R.I.P,
Rest in Peace.
BlindnessDo blind have dreams?
Awake at night, to open their eyes, as if they
When was their first time?
And how this turned to be?
Do blind see in their dreams?
Do We see in our dreams?
Is it vision or perceiving?
Is it darkness we are bleeding?
Perceiving darkness, creates light.
How do you feel roaming around at night?
Do blind have dreams?
Does vision blind our perceiving?
Does perceiving teach us how to light our
In Blindness, lies greatness.
In Perceiving, lies the truth.
What blinds you, Makes your vision easier.
From HellI am burried alive in pain,
It is too hot in hell, till
you feel sweaty cold,
I am driving myself to torture,
Where the skin crust falls,
And chains hold your hands,
Turning to blood thirst creature,
You never have till the enough,
You need to hunt more,
This life ain't worth living,
Living in continuous need,
Blood, then shit, then tears,
It is a madman county,
It is the state of the insane,
Dead leaves, too late to save,
The fortress, we are prisoned in,
Under this ugly skin, thirsty heart,
No one can hear me now, when I Scream,
I need more, but I can't leave what
I always lived for, I can't kill anymore,
My cruelty will end, in the funeral
of my tyranny.
The melodies echoed,
Warming the air,
With vibs filling her
body, and moving through
her hair, She don't know
what she wants, or needs,
but she is feeling lonely
indeed, Loner than stars,
Loner than the grass, she
used to sit on and gaze
the moon, the facts she don't
get, and her own life she
can't trace, Can't reach her
aim, She can't touch his face.