Terror has a face

Blood, pieces of body, burned corpse, they were human, they were alive
They had a happy family; they were mom, dad, son or daughter.
They won’t speak to their loved ones again; they won’t smile, walk or drive
We just count them now, dead body no.1, 2…., or does it really matter?

We cry, we mourn and of course we pray we should never be there, anytime
And if we ever be, we need angels to save us, WE, ‘The weak bunch of fools’.
We want our heroes, their lives, their blood, to make us stand and sublime
We are so afraid to die, so we keep quite even when the hell breaks loose.

We get angry, we get hurt, but we can’t get ready to kill and ready to die
We can’t hit them hard back, we can’t thrash them for their lives,
We can just be silent audience; we can only cheers the fighters high
Can see the unfortunate ones body art, pierced, with bullets, splinters and knives.

How long we’ll be feeble and scared how many times we need to be rescued?
Time for us to stand together, hand in hand, and erase all our disgrace.
To tear them apart and to give our heroes and country, a real tribute.
As we can see clearly, this time, ‘The Terror Has A Face’.

Incomplete

I thought I have learned all, then found myself so illiterate.
An unlearned from a wise lad, driven by his fate.
Tried the shoes of wisdom one more time, but now I got grown feet.
I find myself, incomplete, so incomplete.

I wanted to do it my way, make this earth a better place.
But pushed in a corner to see the world’s mocking ugly face.
I nod my head and ran, like an angry ignored kid.
I see myself, incomplete, so incomplete.

I needed to be loved, to mend this broken heart.
I was clueless like a child, how, when and where to start.
It came like a storm, hit me and swept me off my feet.
Left alone all by myself, incomplete, so incomplete.

I am sitting here now, watching it rain.
Looking at the sky, clouds and thunders, my loss and gain.
Had so much, lost so much, still walking with my creed.
I’ll always be myself, incomplete, so incomplete.

Wings To Fly

I am lost, I am lost, and don’t remember the way back
I was running all the way, running so hard, so I can be lost
I don’t want to be traced or found, I don’t want to go back
And I am seeking what I always needed most

The smallest piece of peace for this tortured mind.
A little care of Mother Nature for this wretched body.
For this smashed heart, some true tears and kind
And a rhapsody with the rain, and burnt out me.
 
Everything else is behind me, guess I don’t need them.
As I am free kite now, got license to explore this blue sky
Free from all the love, hate, name, fame and shame.
So I can kiss my dreams and can bid them goodbye.

It’s time for me to run again, and touch the event horizon
Where the sun kisses the earth, sea meets the sky
Night of my life is fading and it’s the beginning of the new dawn
All I need is my wings on my shoulder, to runaway and fly.

away from life

Should I slash my wrists and bleed till I die?

Should I cut my throat with a sharp knife?

And enjoy some moment of pain to reunite

With my soul, which has been taken away

By the storm of sadness came into my life.

My nightmares promised me hell on earth

And my guiding star has taken me to a wrong path

I know this way only leads to my grave

But I want to dig it with my own hands

To lie down there with one last smile.

Should I kiss a snake or bite hemlock?

Should I be tied and thrown from a rock?

How should I be punished for being

The biggest fool and loser of this world

I feel so low, tormented, so helpless.

Wish I could apologize for everything I did

Wish I could undone every of my deed

I always was a wrong man in wrong place

Still I tried, to be right and failed

That’s why I am seeking the way, to run away from life.