Your Glory!

Do you have Hope at the start of this new day,
or still caught up in the cunning yesterday?
Stand up and fight for yourself, be whatever may,
till the Sun seems far to you and Sky so grey..

You've Never been burnt by the sun's immaculate glow,
but it hurts the still waters and makes them flow..
Same is the irony of life and it surpasses faith,
to quench your thirst, something needs to be slayed..

You wake up in reality, a world unlike your dreams,
the music of life is absent, almost replaced by screams..
here men play the games as children become men,
the strings of your fate controlled by the unholy heathen..

But your treasure is your hope, your faith your wealth,
protect your vanity and help this sick world regain its health..
The dream of reality is your life as you want it to be,
Defend it to death, and the sun will tell the stars - Stories of your Glory..

Burn Like The Sun

World was ours, we were one,
just to suit us, rains shall come..
to caress your touch, the only reason,
Love was the flavor ever to return..


but the lake of love was covered by the sands of time,
over buried sentiments, a land of lies was made,
when the trust was broken, love was gone,
everything we did was everything we forbade..


Without you, the peace of life was gone,
the taste of your lips was replaced by rum..
as i hold on to a heavy heart, embraced by some,
If love is a war, not every war is won..


so i see it burn like the sun,
we've fought and now we run..
you won't see me on your return,
hopes shall perish and dreams will burn,
As yesterday is gone and tomorrow will never come..

Mother

ever did you think about the children of nation?
what dreams they sow and what can we return.
imaginations sailing wild, but will they find a port,
if not can we deliver, we are beings of what sort?

Jest and play will soon be gone,
animals of war, will they become?
For times like this shall never come,
ask what are you doing and what shall be done?

our eyes were open when this dream turned a nightmare,
if existence is at stake, shall we really not care?
life was awarded to us, and life shall we return,
if she is a Mother, at least by our deeds she shall not burn!


So, just for the greater love, our eyes shall be open,
as united we shall strive for what the Mother shall be hoping..

Free City

Wise man is all free, fools are in debt,
with the clock, worthless repetitions they enact.
growing over something undesired is their pact,
and everything they do are love defying acts.

For them, time is money they need to spend,
life is fate gone awry, curable by money's wand.
but they also think of the freedom not at their hands,
and all they hope is to that their children will make amends.

Ruthless are the stigmas of this plagued human society,
for it praises the dare of the criminal, glorify him as mighty.
and the bodies of our soldiers, unattended can decay frosty.
while all the vices ever invented can be learned in any university.

prayers are answered in efforts, not life in adversity,
let nothing be pure and holy than the human unity.
helped will be God by us, for already he is in pity,
let all roads converge to make earth a free city.

Perfect Life

a ship sailing in distant waters
not to be seen by eyes of light
i see it drowning in the echoes of dark laughter
every moment pretending vanity doesn't exists..

if the stars were less gloomy or the lights din't fade,
we'll all have faith in sun, still treacherous stars we'll try to persuade.

Earth lies as a mother about to lose her son
tells us everything wrong about us can be undone.

for stupidity is harmless and yet fatal,
go on son, find peace in death or your perfect life.

empty words are cruel and so is the solace in them,
what are we? nothing significant if we don't pretend.

asked everyone for my approval, forgot my own voice
burning everything down for pleasure, comfort and rejoice.

breathing is not living, or it would be fulfilling,
all we see is a distant happy world,
and everyone have one of that in his head, to call his own..