We the people together eradicated,
Hunger, many diseases, and went to moon,
Many invaders, monarch and criminals we defeated,
But in the care of our own deprived and disabled we failed.
Evil needs no other address than in the mind, Of the people who turn away orphans, homeless, disabled and deprived, And with evil minds, us they divide, In the name of God, guns, and choices, Through deception and lies, corruption and crookedness, And still call this land, the land of the free. Oh’ brutality became a new mask Of the machinations of the politicians.
Join your hands and stand hand in hand, Together to find unity than differences, When I smile at you I ask not, What way in God you believe, Or at the color of your skin I stare not, Or your sexual orientation I will not ask. Yes, unity comes only in togetherness, And division fertilizes suppression.
If united we fail we will lose,
Freedom on the land and then freedom of mind,
Then the land of the free inevitably will fall,
And will become land of the unknown.
Days, O’ days stories they gather,
About every thing living and add,
To the passed by time we fancifully call,
As history; at every moment begins,
A new story for the day to write,
And in every story of the living resides,
Life of a wonderful person none can rewrite.
The fascinating fact of life, Oh’, in fate written,
Fate none knows or in perfection can predict,
That makes life a wonderful charm to live,
Ah’ Days, they wait for the fanciful acts of fate,
Where themes of stories are written and we,
The perfect blend of actors none can replace,
We laugh, we cry, we celebrate stories well written.
The beauty of life is, that in every act a choice given,
The good and the bad, the wonderful and dirty,
And in every choice we make, ah’ strengthens the theme,
Nothing in life by accident happens or by a wrong theme,
Misplaced the living or by the choice of a misguided.
Ah’ so did the living soul of mine to you, Oh’ dear,
I came, through wonderful and weird, and we met.
Then days passed through our times, dark in blank,
No stories, no theme as for you to make a choice,
Time waits, the living and everything else paused,
Oh’ dear, there are no themes beyond already written,
And the theme before you and I as we understand,
In love between our souls we both know romances,
Until you makes the choice, blank will remain the days.
Days passed by, uneventful, yet filled,
With passionate expectations of souls,
Time grouped these days as unromantic,
I called these days, stairs in a tall ladder.
When approached you, Oh’, the young soul,
You made that ladder grew many more stairs.
Earth gone far, so the Sun and Moon in orbits,
Fear all around grew about running out of stairs.
When with love from you I detached,
A sea all around me with roaring waves I felt,
Making me an Island, none knows but my heart,
And the essence of the feeling in that heart I wrote.
Everyday when you read what I write,
Ah’ one by one those stairs from above lost,
The ladder became a moving stair, a smaller one,
Do you feel the love of yourself in the verses you read?
Or do you only feel the verses as blabbering,
Of a man to himself in romance to you, unkind?
Ah’ the unkind man find no pleasantness in fear,
Fear of losing your love from the verses he writes.
The wonders of nature all around gathered,
Bringing big bales of dark cotton like clouds,
Fighting like sumo wrestlers for space and time,
Ah’ what wonderful ways storms comes and spreads.
The umbrella was not indeed a great idea in a storm, The thin sticks fighting the cold winds that whirled, The mind far away took me ahead and beyond, Then I heard a dance on top of my umbrella by big drops.
They calibrated their celebrations very well timed,
Every drop carry a word in a story to be told,
Those words got strung inside the umbrella and echoed,
To tell me about the one who boss my heart.
Morning touched her brow and to get divine thoughts, And when awake she drew the rays of Sun to her eyes, Where new dreams births like new stars in galaxies far, The newest of the dreams that birthed ah’ carried your face.
I looked up hearing the echoes and asked,
“My face? Oh’ why my face which she rejected,
From all dreams and even for me to dream?”
A thunderbolt fell right beside as if telling me to stop.
More thunders roared up in the horizons like,
Disagreeing politicians in chambers trying to fight,
For a cause so passionately, ah’ these clouds speak,
For a romance I never heard, I never knew.
The paused rain drops at much higher speed resumed,
Ah’ the new words formed to tell me about her dreams,
And how beautiful of a future that big heart weaves,
Love no poet can imagine as the best poetry is her love.
As my home I reached the songs of future days sung,
By the dancers upon my umbrella who all slowly faded,
But as I entered my little porch and tried to close the umbrella,
A wind brought a thousand soothing drops on to my face;
Kisses in dreams of the lady who bosses my heart they found.
Summer left the north racing with a bright lit sun,
Drowned my unholy dream into past never to see again,
No disappointment I took, no part of heart twitched,
Wild thoughts and fantasies with no ground to grow,
Ah’ I didn’t say another time, I loved and love unlived.
Then I found her ah’ the sweet smiling darling,
The one who can claim my heart as her own to boss,
And every day I woke and every day I lived weaving,
Dreams in which we both found simplicity of love,
Dreams we gathered in the different worlds of ours.
Different worlds of work, age, beliefs but,
The chances unfolded for us ah’ no age can boast,
And the love to be lived Oh’, gathered dust,
As questions each other for each other answer,
Took a life of their own with unreal understandings.
And times of gathering dreams are left behind.
Uniqueness of each other in which togetherness found,
Silent life between us brought thoughts of fullness,
And dreams where love just in simplicity thrived,
Oh’ they lost no colors, they lost no momentum,
They became the lamps that hides darkness of doubts.
Every dream I translate into a poem and you read,
Ah’ it is one stroke of brush in a bigger picture,
The picture were you and I and the future unites,
Dynamics of life we embrace hand in hand,
And every bit of energy shared charges our memories.
Times of making those dreams into life’s memories.
Are gathering around us, Oh’ my dearest,
They hang in every bit of our senses and unites,
In our mind where happiness, sadness, and anger,
Makes life a reality of wonders and wonderfulness.
As in each other’s souls we live and find joy,
Isn’t it time for us to unite and make each other’s soul,
The fascination of our senses to learn day by day?
Our souls are ready as you know it and I know it,
Why not let us unite hearts for us to be each other’s souls?
I wonder where to start everything new,
When all that in life I passionately cared,
Faded away into the thick fog beyond sight,
Paths like veins in a body, no beginning no end.
Oh’ looked back to find a closed door to knock,
But those doors beyond recognition disappeared,
Still knocked at anything hard one can find,
As cold in the falling rain so cunningly brewed.
Alone, directionless, cold and in a season unknown, Oh’, the unloved man, a selfless dictator became, His blood thickened and his flesh warmed, To preserve the love he felt, for the one he loved.
The world may invent new ways to destroy his love,
For a girl in his heart and soul he very well know,
Is the only one he can ever love, he will forever love,
Even the very thought about her, ah’ brings a new glow.
Clasping his own hand at the withering weather he faced,
That new glow found ways from his soul to his eyes,
Showing ways for her to find a way to his lonely soul.
As the chaos of the world not to venture into her ears screams.
And at the world and the stereotypes he smiled,
Binding ropes of structures that stops a loving heart,
And to her his plea screamed “Break loose from those,
Who binds you to a meaningless and loveless world”.
Night came, everything once again by darkness consumed,
He looked for her all around and nothing he found,
The world looked for them and nothing they found,
She looked and found the glow of those eyes, bright and clear.
The night left quietly and the day spread, Much more quietly no to wake the unloved, So thought the magic God gave to humans, Night and Day taking care of the deprived.
God gave no blessing different than God gave, Everyone, a reason to breathe, a way to find food, Oh’, the unloved spent their times gathering fate, And combine in many combinations to see,
Love ever exists for them in this world, And the answers they seek, Oh’ they will find, But love remains incomplete for the unloved, As the ones they love don’t love them back.
Life exists for them and scattered as pieces of ruins,
Like nightly scavengers those unloved seek those pieces,
To place in one jigsaw puzzle, ah’ a never ending nightmare,
Oh’ the loveless live between the living, ah’ not as the living.
The screams of their heart, Oh’ none can hear,
Like gathered storms unleashed all at the same time,
Their passions, Oh’ demonized by the scrupulous,
Ah’ those lusty, for whom flesh and blood matters than love.
The unforgiven feeling in every possible way given,
The unloved man ah’ a danger in the eyes of lovers.
Then there are those who speaks soft, who holds you close,
They are testers, ah’ testers of tears, salty or sweet.
The world played evil games at every step,
And the games he played back at every step,
Went down many times but he came back,
And Oh’ what fascinating stories he told.
The eye of the storm he chased and became,
The storm itself as the world around him lost,
The binding force of nature in the devil’s scare,
A story he made that gathered the fallen pieces.
A lie told and then another ten more told,
To give a feeling of truth and he disappeared,
As over the unknown steps, step by step he walked,
Ah’ they always led to more lies and fun filled laughs.
The blizzard roared from the north and blinded,
Then the howling shut the ears ah’ what catastrophe,
All around the city and away in the farm lands unleashed,
A story as a song he sang to melt the frozen tundra.
From work to gatherings, lie after lie he told,
They laughed, many admired him, many wanted him along,
Ah’ as age grew up with him he learned,
Those unknown steps were that of the devil’s path.
Spring to summer galloped and fallen apart,
In the changing temperatures, Oh, all went upside down,
Tornadoes danced through the mid-west lands,
And away from the storm he ran as his lies abandoned him.
The storms are gone and out of the shelters came, The world and along came the stunned liar, The world at him looked, the world wanted the old man, He looked at himself and all around wandered.
Nothing made sense, nothing truthful he can say, The only truth he hid; as that truth may hurt a young soul. The young soul that told him a reality that cut his heart, “You are much older, ” that told how pathetic of a liar to himself he is.
Old times, ah’ when people traveled without fear,
Ladies well respected, rich people well loved,
Peasants happy in their ruins as they lived,
Like birds of sky, like prophet Isa (peace be upon him) said.
Adventurous young lady for a man of sea searched,
None came to travel with such inexperienced beauty,
Then she found someone whom many recommended,
But found him about to enter a brothel all drunk.
Like a peasant he looked, spoke language of uneducated,
She held him by the throat and said, “Two days you have,
To learn to behave with a lady properly, in good, bad and dirty,
Learn it all, or I will find a way to kill you and take another”.
The money she offered in gold and silver Oh’ irresistible,
So to the educator he went to learn the way to behave,
Scratching his big belly in front of the wise man he stood,
And said “Learned man, teach me to behave like a gentleman”.
The learned man sat and gave a queer look,
And the itchy-belly, impatient traveler lifted him up,
And said, “No time to play hide and seek you two days.”.
The scared teacher looked down in agreement.
Once down the teacher spoke his conditions for the lessons,
“One topek for every lesson you learn, I only teach once,
Learn and pay for the next.”, The pupil agreed and paid,
The advance for the teacher and pointed to the next brothel.
“No, they are evil people and no sense of mine go there.”
The teacher cried and at the pupil looked, He replied,
“I just saw you buy vegetables and fruits from cheap jacks,”
“You believe they own that stock? Just plucked from wild,”
“And to you they sold that which they own..” Pupil smiled,
Continued his remark “Those ladies give you their bodies,
For them a job, and time away from time for you,
For the money you pay”. Then the teacher returned the advance.
The teacher said “You taught me a lesson for which I pay”.
The pupil took the money and flicked him up in the air,
Then the teacher said “A gentleman will always find a woman,
Who will care and love expecting nothing in return”.
The pupil scratched his belly and gave the topek to the teacher.
No sleep, no food both through the different parts of city walked,
Many good knowledge they exchanged teacher’s wallet fattened,
The pupil in gladness learned and followed the teacher in haste.
Two sunsets history took and at sunrise they both reached,
The port where the young lady with her pretty smile waited,
The moment the big bellied man saw the lady he gave,
A flower to her and bowed as if in respect and took her bag.
Then he turned to the teacher and pulled a little bag from waist.
“Here is a ten golds for the satisfactory lessons you taught me.”.
The teacher took the bag and smiled and took a bigger bag,
The one with the topeks he earned from the lessons he taught.
He gave the topeks bags to the pupil who in surprise asked,
“This is more valuable than ten gold pieces, why you returned?”
The teacher told, “There is no price for education well learned,
But for satisfaction there is always a price..which you taught”.
The ship left and the teacher in search to the next pupil gone,
With his new gained knowledge from an uneducated peasant.
