I eat the grain and rest till noon
For my will leaves me a bit too soon
At night I rejoice over a sight
Morally betrayed,with blood tumbling down left and right
Again I find my spirits have arose
My body ripens awaiting death like a chore
There is no love all left is shame
So I find myself unforgivable and unaimed

At Vail,
I am a circus dog to no sail,
A reluctant adjourn I face,
Now this circus has no circus dog to graze،
Unfaithful yet I  abide,
despot creater by my side,
Now I am a dog that eats no bone,
Recently peace is all I have known,
It baffles me so,do I deserve this meat ?
No show to put,tied to this seat
There is no might to slake
Wisdom in me is left unawake

Time carries your scent away,
in tiny rebellions,
in sheer mock.

Myopic fad,
She's meant to feel for a man the love they never had,
Encumbering the lit sky she gazes softly,
as if a pry or a feeble cry,
Forthwith,
She senses religion  butchered and dry,
A loveless man with a lifeless gaze,
Jeopardizes her feminine craze,
In atonement of her birth,
She forces out if her a clay,
Her whims one with the wilting hay,
In this life is she to taste,
An unprecedented warmth or a love so chaste?,
Or lend her power,
So futile man can praise himself every hour.