Strength to be patient

Nothing much left in me

Your power had not remained

anything in me.

I'm waiting for this parade

to pass me, to see what you left me

Nothing much left in me

Just some of the light of my eyes,

that I wouldn't need, to see through

I will give the light to you

and some of the strength of

my willpower. Don't burn them

or take the hope from them.

Take care of them!

Some of me eagerly wanders

to seek you in the parade,

call you, with my unheard voice.

Ask you to give me

some of your mercy,

and strength to be patient

So what left in me wouldn't

float on the sea.

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For the people of Japan -  Tweet © 2011

Influenced by ... !

Few steps between you and I

If you approache, you will regret.

Few things we must identify

like our principles or values

We must renew our promises!

Are you surprised?

Let's not, shall we?

Inspiring revolutions

around the world.

Allows me to give a

taste test of these

and bring revolutions

to our "home".

Patience,

within my weak body,

Will be valued with a relieved pain

This is not rebellion

against the dominator

Only a desire after an

understanding, supporting

lover at home.

Tweet © 2010

The new tomb

A new tomb is on

the verge of completion

of drilling, who's dead?

Some remains of

the remains of victims

from the last battle,

lying there before

being burried.

But the new tomb

is finished who will

they burry today.

Many many victims

died together,

Their bones and blood

are all mixed together.

They were not jurists

or experienced politicans

or preachers,

or ascetics,

or great worshipers

They were citizens

random citizens

their pure blood

are now mixed.

But they only dug

one grave, one tomb
Who's the one,
that will rest in it?

When they were alive

The earth was tight under them

and on their living needs.

They used to share

the worry and stress

their minutes of joy

and years of sadness

Is it possible also

to share one grave now!

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Festival of Sleep - 2 -

- 2 -

I have nothing left,

but to sleep!

This is not my love

to sleep, and me being lazy.

But to recall your spirit

to rediscover your gentle soul

to see you, only you!

in my dreams

I wish right now, to be visited
by the king of Sleep,

order me to sleep,

See you in the dream

I will dream of you,

lying on the bed of happiness

Lying on the light and serenity.

I did not find that

is the way to in order
to satisfy my instinct

In order to create a better self-

of the spirit of childhood inside me.

Only to see you,

For renewing your photo

And restoration of the huge,

statue of you in my mind.

I would not hide

I try to look at you for

reshaping your look and features

as an intensive look of you

to let me live until tomorrow.

I devised many ways

to revive your picture's

remains in my memory.

That's why,
I rush in to sleep

Tweet © 2010

These are the second lines of "Festival of Sleep". 

Read the first part of Festival of Sleep -1-  

I hope you enjoy them.

Submitted for Jingle’s Poetry Potluck

Festival of Sleep - 1 -

- 1 -

Here I am,

Getting ready to sleep

And the night did not redressed yet

Calmness shakes me now

Darkness in the place

And all the creations are slept

Well, I finished,

Getting my bed, ready for me

which has long complained about me

The time is not twelve yet

There is still plenty of time.

Then,why would

I hurry in to sleep?!

I do not know!

All I know is that,

I run away to sleep

To feel the calm

To hibernate,

To silence.

Whenever I miss you.

And,

perhaps hurry on,

to see you in my dreams.

In clothes full of snobbery,

love and happiness,

You walk with pride

Of charm

and attraction.

So,

I have nothing left,

but to sleep!

These are the first lines of "Festival of Sleep".

There will be more. Just click on the lable called

"Festival of Sleep". I hope you enjoy them.

We Launched groans

There,

behind the limits of reality

I lived with a nice Lover

In an abandoned palace,

near the graves.

In every corner of it,

We buried our memories

And with every window

We launched groans.

In the palace, after years

And the wound still bleeding

The smiles committed suicide

on the doorsteps.
The corridors now
dressed all black!

He left,

Silently with rain or wind

Left after bowing under

The rule of Fate!

Leaving behind

The flowering groves

Yearning to kill me

from suffering only

© 2010

To kiss and celebrate.

In their footsteps,

Let's walk with a wobble

We are accompanied by,

The stillness of the night

To deny our existence,

and celebrate.

We are,
in our love and kisses,

The new extremist lovers

We saw dispersion lived

Scattered between

The autumn of our days

I,
who go out of my

balcony every night

To watch the laughter

Of the lovers, while

Walking, kissing

in the parade!

Today
 we can enter into
the religion of lovers,

To rush with them in

their parade,
and celebrate

In their footsteps,

We'll walk with a wobble

to kiss and celebrate.

Tweet © 2010

Meeting in dreams

When I sleep!

I always find you,
Waiting in my dreams,
To kiss me, where you
prepared for our meeting.

Then I turn from you

While rolling in the bed

Feeling the tears

That wet my pillow.

It bothers me

That you still belong to

my universe.

Your main concern

is to be my illusions!

My tears rejects the oppression

And sadness in dreams

Your injustice in my dreams

visit me, make me cry

And your proud smile

Shows your real YOU!

I need to burry you for a few moment

This distress, and all your tyranny

of the mighty rebel of yous, let't

Stay away from me!

Give me place to research

Freedom in my heart

To lift the injustice

on my shoulders.

.

Tweet © 23.12.2010

Old

Where would I go?

I'm near my old happiness

That now are under the earth,

Oh, come to me

And hear my story

Oh,

They all hurt me,

And took from between my hands,

All my life and my happiness!

© 2010

Before the Daybreak, I know-how

Before the Daybreak,
I know-how

With his large hand,
And his strong fingers

Was he warming
my whole hand!

I could feel the cracking lines
 on the edge of his fingers
They were so fissured

He was with his hand, warming me,

from the cold of the morning
my Papa!

The sun was not yet up

And we could only hear
 the Rooster crow alone

I know,
it is like any other morning

Papa, If I did not see
 the morning before

If I did not hear
the crowing before

I would be astonished

Walking between the old trees

Carrying your old leather valise

Wearing mama's shirt, feeling her

soul when knitting my shirt

Well, I am jiggered

While watching you
 build my future

like you wanted yours,

I'll be astonished

With amazement
and Wonder

I always watch the Sunrise

© 2010