You, You, You

shoulder by shoulder,
Knee by knee,
walking on this ground,
like we are free

snow is falling,
your name is calling
from the papers of my notes,
from this injured throat

to come with me, the one who made me free
from this cruel ground, from this wicked sky

to the tree of life, on the ground of time
under the cloudy sky,
tie my hands to yours
without jealousy and cold

lets sit together under the shade of this tree
and read the poems, which does not have meaning
but they have feeling

it is gonna rain once again, out there on the grassy ground
the warm rain will come,
to celebrate the moments of love


now repeat after me, those three magic words
those three outdated words
those forgotten
which will start with "I" and it will end by "you"

in the end,
remember that, you are not my the first
but you will be the last,
only You, You, You

Man, Destiny and Money

He opened his shop for another day, to gain some money,
play with some few notes and pay some in return

He was wiping the windows while singing his old songs
His childhood songs, he was remembering
once upon a time, he wanted to be a king, to be a general of peace

Damn destiny, now I am slave of money and our cold world.
he was thinking about these words, when he was singing his childhood songs
when he was wiping the windows, when he wanted to start his day for making some few notes
without having a desire to do so...

He was not satisfied with his life, however he was dealing with jewels, with Diamonds, with gold...

Where is my dream, what happened to my destiny

Everyday, with these few questions, he was opening his eyes and coming to work
and in the night, he was going back home with same questions, without any answer
absolute lost, absolute desperate

Door got opened and news paper guy came in, small fellow with a big smile on his face
gave him his daily newspaper and got his money, and said: have a nice day sir

The owner was wondering, why this guy is so happy, so he asked that fellow
hey boy, is it your birthday

newspaper boy said: No, why you are asking

The owner of the shop said: Because you are so happy, If I was you, I would not be so happy like you. Why you are so happy?

The fellow said: Well, I am happy because Today I am going to buy my first typing machine with this last few dollars, at last my hard working turned to something good for me.

So from tomorrow I will type, in place of selling this newspaper and as I predicted, next few years from now, I will start my own publication.

I think these are good reason to be happy, my aims, my dreams, my destiny are calling me

The guy said this and waved to him and went out...

The owner found that, why he is not happy because he does not have any plan, he does not have any dream

He does not have any dream, so he stopped blaming the destiny and start to live for his dreams again

The Story of Freedom

Fathers, Sons

Bullets, Tanks, Loaded Guns

in raised voices,untamed horses

hands in chain, evidences in sane

Law, religion

Devil, God, heaven and hell

I remember the first lesson of my teacher:

white is good, Black is bad

but there is a question

If white is good, then black is bad

If the white is bad then what would be the Good

who said what is good and what is bad

these days, If you are agree with some group then you are good

otherwise you are bad, you are evil and you are black

yes Black, Black Black

you have to pick up the gun and choose to kill good people or bad people

you have to prove that you are fallowing the murdering rules of good people, not the murdering rules of bad people...

I remember nobody thought us how to teach bad people to become good

I remember nobody told us, you can cry for them and show them the goodness way

Someone said that some people are the axis of evil, and because of the words of that man,

the other people have to suffer. Suffer, Suffer, Suffer

Yeah my friend, these days being good, also has a price, it has its own profit and taxes

even they have a bill for that, they will pay soldiers with respect to number of people they killed

number of eyes, they made them cry.

number of houses, they burn

This is the way, Good people are fallowing... as they say they are the follower of Jesus, the prophet of Peace and kindness

on the other hand, evil people are killed and they take revenge from those who came to their land, who tried to occupied their fathers land. They are killing them everyday

and of course they are making others pay for their price....

These days fallowing the flag of Peace does not have any benefit for anyone. Why you want to fallow the World Peace, If there is no crime in this world, there won't be any cop.

No army, No weapon and in the end no Government

I don't think so, these Governments, whom knows only to kill and to rule, allow us to reach the world peace, these big big corporations let us breath the fresh air and drink the pure water...

They try to make us busy with pain and bills, They try to encourage us to be alcoholic and addicted... this is what they are doing to us. They made us addicted to their products and their rules and systems...

This is what should be ending soon...

The end to live this life as a lie, Stop to just fallowing the bills and forget our happiness.
Stop watching the world through their media and listening to the sound of universe through their radio tone.

This is the way to live free

This is the story of freedom

Passangers

sitting here and having a cognaK,

lips are wet and forhead is sweat

looking out of the window

people are walking with their sunglasses

sometimes happy sometimes sad

sometimes angry sometimes mad

where are we going

I dont know

why we are here

I dont know

I remember someone asked me,before he dies

when you are there

you dont know

when you are dying

you dont know

so why we are saving time,

just to make good graves,

just to waste it

just to fill it with our guilt and our hatred

we are rational, rational adults

we dont believe in goodness,but we believe in bad

we dont believe in love but believe in hatred

someone just for fun, standing with a loaded gun

pointed at his head

to finish the time

to save the time

to shut his eyes

toward the sky

we are not racist, we are just patriots

we dont like people from other lands

it is understandable because we are rational

but this idiot nature, is nature everywhere

sky is sky

cloud is cloud

it is outdated

it doesn't have leader

it doesn't have time

it does not have better, it does not have worst

it is just nature

we are rational

we are men,

just for sex

we are women

just for sex

we are not natural

we are not ourselves

we are just, we are

something between human and machine

between place and time

surrounded by un solved equations

and addicted to his own made

we are rational

we are wise

we discovered

what love is

it is not a feeling

nothing to proud of

it is just a means to seduce

it is just a chemical re action

a little bit of this

plus

a little bit of that

sex is the game

love is the name

lets forget the name

and just play the game

I am touching her hair, and still drinking my cognak

she is asking me once again

where are we going

I dont know

why are we going

I dont know

The only thing I know is just to go,

is just to escape from these super rational people

whom they dont know

why they are here

and why they are there