Wonder year (Obama)

Gathered on the grass
Two hundred thousand shining eyes
In the darkness of Chicago’s night
November 4, 2008, the year of wonder
Emerged on the podium, humble, calm and composed
Fruits of millions on foot
“Obama” the shining star of the hardship
On his back, the toil and pain of centuries
On his forehead, morning star of new day
New era, new generation, new opportunities
Sea of people in the darkness of the night
This is Chicago, land of winds, grass and breeze
All colors, all together
With flag of their ancestors, founding fathers’ dreams
Man is created in his image, all equal, all different
It is Obama’s year, time of march, time of help
Time of sacrifices, time of selflessness, time of greatness
March my man, march to a new horizon
I will walk with you to the dusk of time

Veteran

I was a soldier
Served in many wars
many invasions
I have been killed many times
all over the world
in different fronts
Wounded so often than I cannot remember
I fought Indians
I fought British
I fought in Texas
In Europe, Africa, Asia
I lost legs, arms, and my body
I fought in Vietnam
Fifty seven thousands times I was killed
I lost my dignity
my respect
In the eyes of my fellow countrymen
I fought In Golf
I came home and suffered from Golf syndrome
and I was denied the truth
I was denied treatment
I was called hero
The whole country rose up on my return
My fellow countrymen
praised me and waved flags
Governors and mayors
Congressmen and senators
President and First Lady
all use my name
my sacrifices
my wounds and blood
my body and sole
for their ambitions
to consolidates their positions
I was told my fight is for
Human rights
For safety and security
and weapons of mass destruction
I shed blood
I died many times
in the arms of my comrades
I lost my sole in deserts
my humanity
I fought for humanity
but I destroyed humans
I fought for security
but I created chaos
I fought terrorism
but I created more terrorists
I fought against poverty
and I created an army of poor
I fought against palaces in Iraq
to create more palaces and mansions at home
I have been a pawn in the game of political chess
No less, no more
I was discharged with honor
to be a veteran
I am home again
Festivity is over
banners are folded for my next return
from another war
another invasion
another destruction
I am standing alone
in the middle of the square
and forgotten
No recognition and homeless
I am an US veteran
with a Purple Heart medallion
hanging on his uniform
Soldier of many wars
Forgotten relic of military machine
Expired item of business world

Dawn and Dusk

Who lives in your eyes?
Drawn in blue, as ocean
Coffee in your hand and
Greed in your hearth as
The weapon of many killings
The war of innocent start
And the peace of sinful end
Made no difference between
Your small and slim fingers
For the good of mankind and
Growth of wealth, written beneath
The ivory teeth, wrapped in braces
Of wants and desires, shown in book
Of no passions, no mercy, no God
Tell me for the first time, and last
Who lives in your eyes?
Drawn in black, as nights of no moon
Dagger in your hand and
Son, at your feet as lamb of sacrifice
When no voice will command
Before blood colors the horizon
To make dawn and dusk of eternal day

Shadow

What did I see in palm of your hand?
That brought me to my knee
In all shadowy night, lines of you
Guided me in my walk toward a point,
Engulfed in halo of tears, mystic mist.
I always asked myself in parallel worlds, parallel words
If the lines of you, ever will rest in a forest of dreams?
Or ever my sorrow travels to your doorstep?
One day, sky cried to me in thunder
I trembled as a bird falls on the ground
In the hand of a falcon
I lost my faith since then in all things
That cover my eyes, in shadows.
Hold my hand and travel to me
To the grassland of mystic dreams
Who knows, one day I may gain my faith
In all things that never existed in you
And never die in me

Lost Sun

I stood still
In the passage of life and time
Separated by touch, closed eyes
I left the land on foot
With my brothers fire and thirst
One night, when Gods lost their minds
And grass did not yield to wind
I left behind my brothers
In search of the lost sun
I walked along the river of pain
With sands in my shoes and moon in my hands
The surge of rising night
Pouring from the shadows of forgotten memories
On my shoulders as the curl of long hair in my youth
Falling down from the trees and man
In the valley of silence
Life burnt soul and dreams
Eyes of the sky
Hidden in blood and toil
To remind man of his intolerance and sin
Fixed on path of never ending desire and chaos
Cried load in tears, trickling from the corner of the
The barren cloud, covering me in its shade
In the prophesy of journey
To bring home the lost sun
I walked many times around the circle that
Never meant to be conquered
Not knowing the sun
Was under my shirt, hidden.

Bird of no wings

I call on you
In the silence of night
Flame of your love
Burns me to ashes
To give me rebirth
Hear my call in the breeze
Hear my call from fire
What would I be without you?
When you hear my call
Nothing matters any more
When you do not hear my call
Nothing matters any more
I begin with you
I end with you
What would I be without you?
An empty drum
An arid land
A bird of no wings
What would I be without you?

Chalice of eternal love

I will bring you a basket of dawn
With the mist of love
In the resurrection of my soul
When you show your face
In the horizon of my path
Sun is no more radiant
As candle in a summer day
Walk with me along the river of
Thousand turns, thousand unknowns
In the morning breeze
In the shade of affection
I will sing your name to the clouds
I will drink the wine of purity
In the chalice of eternal love
As I walk along the edge of moonlight
A shadow to fallow you
Who engulfs existence beyond Earth and Heaven

Universe

How Could I not love?
I, who is the breath of universe
And the attraction of matter and spirit
Absorbed in me, a glimpse of truth and beauty
Light of lights and whisper of whispers
I became you in flow of good
To leave behind my evil and desires in purity of you
Bewildered from the wine
Of your existence, in sunrise and sunset
And delicate laborious tasks of a honeybee
Along the warmth of spring
And coolness of autumn
I became the blue and horizon

Birthday

I stand at the gate of my 50th birth year
in my palm, a token of the past
from beyond my youth
A boiling memory
that fills my eyes
fills my heart
A morning fog that raps me
and my entire existence
Still, after 30 years
the medallion you hang around my neck
reminds me your scent
to drawn me in your eyes
still whispers in my ears
My arms stretch to far lands
beyond space and time
to the harmony of clouds
and the echo of rain
in my memories
At the gate of my 50th birth year
Still I dream of you
in cold night of winter
in hot night of summer
Every season
Every occasion
Every sad song
Every sad story
Everywhere
And for ever and ever

Fear

It’s not safe to walk in dark
In street or in park
Creature of night may grab you
Monsters do not care who is who
* * *
It’s not safe to embarrass the boss
Complain, criticize or fuss
Remember that walls have mice
They can hear and that’s not nice
* * *
It’s not safe to be middle-eastern man
Like a fish fried in oil and pan
Buggy man may put you in chains
Every time he thinks if it rains
* * *
It’s not safe to be weak and feeble
Called dangerous and unstable
Bully-boy may come after you
Arrogant does not care who is who
* * *
It is not safe to be poor and sick
with no option to chose and pick
To die lonely in despair
Broken, in pain with no care