Morning...

What a beautiful morning outside
The sunshine and warmth of summer
That glows in the blue sky
The flowers with dewdrops
Birds of the tree branches, the leaves
So lavishly spreading their face:
Isn’t it beautiful morning outside
On the turning of our time
Day after day in this harmony of wonder

Mother Nature unveils its wonderful face
Sun warmth, chills of sunset, and cold of night
it is morning again with all the bright
I open my day with a verse of Rumi
And now ….
I repeat the words of passion and love
With radiance and sunshine and glory
Joy and happiness to all
I will look at the sunshine, the moonlight
And appreciate all the beauty of life
I will stay in love…
And I will sing to the glory of being and existence of
Love…
For all …
For all the eternity…

Choice...

My love to you only follows one path
I have no choice
The desire in me
Burning within me sets me on fire
I have to burn with this fire
I have no choice
The time you entered into my life
At my prime and youth
You captured my soul through your goodness
I did let you go
In despite of my wish
You were not aware of your power
I had no choice
Today, time has passed me
I cannot count those times
With emptiness of you
This time I fulfill
My desire to the end
I have no choice
If you leave me
I will die of emptiness
The air for my breath
Will be empty
I can’t let go
I have no choice
If I leave you and let you go
As I did thirty years ago
You will not find that lost hope
As you never did
You have no choice
We are bound together
The destiny...
For a reason have brought us together
Do not fight it...
I will bow to it, we should understand
Hear the voices that have brought this onto us
We will live, and die, together if
We only want to...
We have no choice...

Struggle for pleasure..

Darkness quietly takes away the light
Sneaks in through my window that was bright
My room slightly deemed with light
Then everything disappears short and tall
Into a glimpse of shadow on the wall
Everything that once was there
With the burning candle light
Dancing with the breeze through my half open window
Burning fire warm
Now only shadows on the wall
My memories and dreams of the past
Melancholy and sinister
Takes over the clock of my mind
Rakish hope gets demolished everyday
And all that remains
Are trembling shadows on the wall…
How much joy can I ask for?
How much pleasure life brings?
Living head over heels
Struggle…
But…Life
Still remains…
Only a shadow on the wall
Longing to love…
As life in only a struggle for pleasure
And nothing of life remains, but…
A shadow on the wall
Quietly…
Darkness peaks and takes away the light
Of window now swilled with rain drops
Fire gets another piece of wood
To heat the coldness within
As mind walks me through an unknown path
Of unknown lands
As my Universe
Becomes…
Just a shadow on the wall
A flickering shadow
Comes alive
Within each teardrops
And I stand in Desperado!
Waiting to love…
A struggle for pleasure…

In the serenade of colors...

The serenade of colors
Green, Red rose and Violet
I am acquainted with the lilies of the field
For many years
Early with the mist
I have sat by the fountain of the dawn
Leaning head on head on their shoulders
Their moist faces flickering with the breeze
And their faces are hidden behind the shadows of their shyness
Blooms blended in fragrance of the colors
Leaking of their delightful silence
The best of tune
The best of music
Your velvet gaze of lilies
Takes me lighter than the mist
Of the fields in the garden
To the garden of your eyes
With the serenade of colors
Green, red rose and violet
With the same shying silence
With the same song and fragrance
The best of everything there is and there was
The best of everything there was and there is
In the field of your eyes lilies

I have crossed the best of heavens
I have reached to the best of the springs
With same language of the best moments in my life
Your sorrow…
My existence has been poured with you
OH….
All day
All night
All week
All month
A way in the space of cottage passes way
In the air, on the ground, with the tree and greens and water
In the scrabbled lines of a book
Within the blue seas
The distance with you, my best alibi to cry
Without you I have reached to the highest moment of
Unspoken desire
Your caress the best hope for living
I am at your side
I have withdrawn of the best pleasure
In the lilies of your eyes
The yellow, blue and purple leaves
The fragrance of green and blue
And unheard music, are playing
The best of all tunes and instruments
The velvet of your face
And the blossoms of the colorful touch
Are opening the new leaves
Better than all the colors and secrets
My best of all, my dearest
I am drunk with your name
Better than the wine
Better than all the best poems
Your name is the anthem of life
I take you to my solitude of divinity
And I call the best of my best
My dearest
You are the best of my best

Brian Simpson | Let's Get Close | Radio Edit

My Heart...

I am in possession of a heart
In the left side of my chest
It is like an ocean…
With deep water blue…
And sometimes gray…...
Has room for every specious and Lord’s pray…
I am condemned with this heart of mine…
Accused of …its color, the blue, and the gray
My heart lives me, puts me in trouble
Sometimes leads me…
And sometimes leaves me…
Falls into deeper positions…
Takes me to some unknown decisions
It penetrates with my eyes…
It does not listen to my cries
I am going to take charge…
I am going to kill the grudge
I do not need a heart so deep
I will be happy with a tiny puddle
So I can relax and sleep

Enough...

Are we not tired of killings?
War and destructions
And the blood on the pavement is not enough
It is not enough…
To subjugate our feelings

When is the time
To sublimate our thoughts
And only use our hands for holding tight
Each others arms
Use only our lips for kisses
To subdue our anger
And just be nice
Without quarrel
Live only our life peaceful

What is all this killings?
Why are we not friends?
They are sucking the juice from the earth
For only the greed of man
Destroying our life, with their outgrowth
The outbreak, the burst, in our mind
Ostentatious, with their vulgarity,
Somber and modest, we in our purity
How cannot, we see?
How cannot we feel?
Do we not feel the redolence?
Of early morning blossom of the trees
Growing with the warmth of a little garden
In our back yard
And life is not beautiful enough
Just the smell of a little rose, a daffodil
Touching the soft hand of love and tenderness
Is not enough….
Have we become cruel with our children
What is it that we live in division of …
classes, races, and gender?
In misery of one for the price of another
When can we share our father’s daily bread?
And only drink the glass of wine of our father?
Is redemption far away?
Or we are only too blind
This scrimmage of our living
Will only contribute
Into nothing more than scrimping life
Look around… look around
What do you see?
Misery, hunger, war, and killing
Nothing but
Scruffy scrum in a tumultuous bound virulently
Tempting their indulgent self
So pity….
So Pity……

Of the tree...

Of tree the branches on the horizon of clouds
Each fragile leaves dampened with the rain drops
The fragrance of the greens of heaven
Has blended with dawn early breeze
Soft and agile, the spirit of water
Flies with the air with no flatter
The lovers are wet with the rain falls
Warm and sweet every time are playing the harps
The cord of each instrument of earth to heavens
Will bring the sound of saddened theme
Whoever contemplates the sound of this tune?
Is drowned within souls floods
The lover of water and the rain, cheerful and shy
Is making love with the soul of the dust
The dry soil thirsty of the sea
Are drunken intoxicated under the rain
This river of consciousness will bring joy of wit and sense
Each branch of tree cheerful and the roots are immense

Birth in silence...

When the earth gives birth to plants, and trees,
There is no sound, but silence:
A green or brown thrust
In silence from ground
Firmly hold and nurture by the roots
our births is not like trees, or the flowers
It does not come in silence
Through our lives
We live quiet and...
Most lives run riot-
But the rose buds open silently,
And leaves fall quietly
And flowers give way to fruits.
So we must see
We must hear
so we must search
for the stillness within tree,
The silence and prudence within the roots...

" Something in me
Is longing to be
A drop in the healing rain
Soothing the sadness
All of the madness
In all this pain

Deep in the hollow
Deep in the earth
Locked in a memory
Something is stirring
Someone is calling
Beckoning me
-A.M.

Raspberries Farm...

I walk through the raspberries farm
I see more berries I can swallow
The red taste of sweet, sour and dry
Too many, my eyes can follow
I munch, crunching the seeds between my teeth
Soak the sour taste in the smell in my breath
I can never get enough of this desire
My lips will be stained of these swollen and ripe
So much beauty, so much taste
Longing to squeeze and bite
I am amazed, by the nature’s gift
That allows, the ripe fruits, between me and them to rift
I must watch for the thorny stems, with anguish they cause
So much taste, so much of good gift of heavens,
I must eat them swift

Perpetual Motion...

I have decided to run
And never stop running
I have this feeling
Of perpetual motion within me
In absorbing the geology of creation
In an ongoing movement
I do understand the laws of thermodynamics
My wish would violate these laws
But I also understand that…
The laws of physics are incomplete
I have to generate the power, the energy, and the work
My average impact force..
Will multiply with the distance I travel
That will generate an infinite kinetic energy
I am not running
From fear, or pain
But I will run to the end…
Until I surface to the farthest point
The motion stops only…
When the time brings the end
And then…
I will decide to end myself
And then the time comes…
That I will understand
Of the forces that moved me
Like love…
No more than its name
But…its force

Equilibrium

Our powerful objection in believing
God…
Is the fact of Evil…
By the agnosticism depth is our suffering
We must love and we are in need
Of this entity of divinity
So…
If God is this loving perfect
And God is this powerful
Then what is evil in his existence
Where is his omnipotence and perfect loving?
There is a contradiction
But…
The conception of our world
Cannot be imagine in a negative theodicy
We then would live in paradise
And all suffering and pain were excluded
In imagining such life
What would have happened to our
Ethical concept,
Moral behavior,
Those would not contain a meaning
Wrong actions are the elements
In the concept of wrong doing
Then…
In our hedonistic paradise there would be no
Wrong doing, no wrong action
Nor there would be right actions
In distinction from all wrong
What would be the courage and fortitude?
No danger or difficulty
The agape aspect of love
Generosity and kindness would hold no meaning
Prudence, unselfishness
And all…
Other ethical notions
This presupposes life
Could not be formed
The world of our life
Promoting fictitious pleasure
Will be ill adapted for moral qualities
Then indeed..
Life follows only real laws of creation
And it must involve
Dangers, difficulties, problems, obstacles,
And pain, failure, sorrow, frustration, and defeat
Life indeed involves particular trials, and perils
To realize this is not
To be in possession of detailed theodicy
We must understand
That this world, and our life within it
With all its headaches and the thousands natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
Is a life..
And environment so manifestly not design
For maximization of our pleasure
And minimization of our pain
It has its purpose within divine rights
Of keeping the balance
Equilibrium…
Between what is all bad or all that is good
A purpose in …
Soul-making
That is all…

The word...

From the most beautiful day of our world
There is a reminisce within me
Mist of dawn was still and is still with me
The jewel of moonlight was holding onto the hair of night
And the jasmine flower
Spread life into the air flight
My journey was to meet the dawn
And my breath had blended
With the fragrance of the jasmine flowers
I was flying and singing with a lofty joy
I was whispering, with my silence
Gazing at the most beautiful day of our world
I must write the most beautiful of all words
The sky, the jasmine flower,
The dawn mist, the moonlight, and the breeze
Have poured the soul onto body of life
Have aroused your love within me
You my only, write the word of my life
All the doors of liberty are shut
To the words into the breeze, open your window into your house
I was searching for the most beautiful poem of the world
On the horizon, behind the curtain of light
The garden of roses
Spreading branches in to kindness
Have brought blooms on to a dance
In the moments of the breath of early mist
The flowers expand
The flowers open
The rose gardens
The rose gardens
And one lonely red rose, raises of the heart of water
How beautiful your smile
In the sweet moment of openness
Of the sun
Bestows brightness onto the world
How magnificent
All worlds has risen to stare
I was searching for the most beautiful poem of the world
Two pigeons at peak
Were flying wing tangled in wing
Two pine trees in the garden
Have laid head and whispering in to ode of nature
The sea gull, with her mate, of far away beaches
Are flying onto the gate of lights
The green grass of memories
Within the deepest heart beat
Is nurturing a blooms
Is bringing a gift
And its leaves are opened slowly
The leaves have opened
I found the point of my poem
With brightness of the sun
With the tenderness of your smile
I wove it with kindness and love
Softer than the fabric of jasmine flower and dawn mist
And “I love you” is the finest poem of whole world
I have found the most wonderful word of whole life
This is my rose bud
Fill you skirt of these roses to give them away
To your friends
The secret of happiness is the spearing of the aroma
I swear by God, it will nurture the hearts
It will spread the light
It will give the soul
And… you my dearest… repeat the word
This most beautiful word of the whole world
Not once, ten times or one hundred times or more
Ask me the word of “Do you love me?”
I will tell million times the word of “I Love You”

Oh, my only one...

Oh, the one that my dark night glows of your dream
My heart has been ponderous with your gleam
You have covered my eyes with your impunity
Like the rain that washes the body of the dust
Cleansed my soul off my impurity
You, the burning tremble of my body
The fire in the shadow of my lashes
Fresher than the corn fields, the blossoms of the trees
You brighter than those golden fruitful branches
Have opened the door onto the suns
In the midst of darkened rush into my doubts
I speak with you…no fear of all the pains
if there is…is only of all joyful gains
Both your eyes, my greens
Both your eyes , my greens
Has collapsed with warmth on to my dreams
It is painful and dark, the pain of passion
Walking in vain and wondering with no fashion
Oh, blended with my life and compassion
You have awakened me of my grave
Have arrived of far from the white clouds
My solitude has glowed in the dark of the nights
My body has blended with the fragrance of your love
My dry trench of my heart intoxicated with your drops
The bed of my blood runs with your floods
In this world of such cold in the pace
My steps taken only with your trace

Your love hidden under my skin lives in every pieces of my part
Like my blood boiling in my vain all to my heart
My hair is burning of your caress
My eyes burns of desire of your face
Oh…you stranger with my cloths
Abreast with the greens of my frame
Oh you the bright dawn without the sunset
The warm sunshine of the west
Oh..Oh you cheerful than the early dawn breeze
Fresher than the springs and winter freeze
This is not love no more; it is impudence
It is the flamboyant in the dark and silence
Love that aroused in the heart
of desire my head up to my toe were sacrifice
this is not me not me. No more, no more
Oh pity of the life that wasted on my adore
My lips a place of your kiss
My eyes in waiting of your lips
Oh you the trembling of desire in my body
The line of your figure my cloths
Oh I desire to break unto a piece
Perhaps, it will blend me into appease
Oh I long to arise of my place
And cry like a cloud on your trace
This broken heart of mine and the ember grey
In the tavern of the harp’s plectrum those songs play
These empty spaces and wings with no fly
These quiet nights and cry
Your stare resemble like lullaby
The cradle of a child in distraught
your breath like early breeze in my pillow
Has washed me off my moments of my sorrow
My morning sleeps and wakes me up in my gleam
Goes deep into my deepest dream
You acquiesce with the wit of my poems
Poured all these words with your fire
Now that you burn a glow of fire in my dream
At the end burn my poem in your fire