If only
The sky was gray
Earth was square
Stars were scars
Man won't swear.

If only
Streams were milk
Sky was silk
Stars were cars
Man won't pray

If only
land was bed
leaves were cash
pain was trash
Man won't be dead.

If only
Eyes could speak
Heart could cry
Soul could leave
Man won't lie.

© KhayrSouf|viabeneathherwords

There is a place
It is heaven and it is hell
The place inside my head
Where no one can reach me there

I can imagine butterflies
I can imagine dragons
I can see me as the princess of Albion
Or see me fed to the Lions

With books, in my head I imagine
A world with fairies and armors
Garden with daisies and arbors

With pain, in my head I imagine
A world with cries and tears
Rivers of lies and fears

If I find myself sliding into my head
With a frown on my face, and a heart that aches
Do pull me back
As the dangerous den to be
Is a place, called my head

Khayrsouf|Aplacecalledmyhead

Don't ask when,
The sky will open.
      Don't ask when,
The mountains will crumble.
       Don't ask when,
The land will tear.
       Don't ask when,
Man will fear .

Time is going
Tik-Tok, is moving
Trees are drying
Man is dying
Clouds are fading
Life is not ever
Don't wait forever
Is
It's now or never .

KhayrSouf|viabeneathherwords

When you see my dead
Avoid the flash and the shots
When you see my dead
instead pray for my soul.

If I hurt you here
Please do revenge here
But when you see my dead
Don't say foul on the being.

When you see my dead
Don't keep shedding tears
when you see my dead
Instead do pray for my rest

When you see my dead
Don't be shocked and ask "Why?
As when you see my dead
Is a warning, as you will also be there.

Khayrsouf | whenyouseemydead
via| beneatherwords

Using a canvas and a brush,
I paint the face that is posh.
with a swift of the brush,
His sharp eyes came to view.

Using a pencil and a pad,
I draw the body that is never fat.
With a swipe of the pencil,
The body appears ever graceful.

Using a stick on the seashore,
I had still draw my role model.
With the waves singing to my ears,
And the sun reflecting it's light .

Using a pebble on a hard rock,
I had still craft my papa.
With the peak of the mountains as my seat,
And the whole world as the audience.

KhayrSouf |papaspride
via| beneatherwords

As my smile is the rarest of them
It holds the Galaxy of stars
The bouquet of roses
And much lightening.
Yes I have stars but I also have scars.
Yes I have roses but I also have thorns.
Yes I have lightening but I also have thunderstorms.
Am a wild bird in the Sahara.
The only shark in the lake.
The only cat in the forest.
Yet I appear much than you see.
The trees bow when I walk,
Gracefully scraping the earth surface.
The sun smile when it sees the dimple,
Slowly crafted by the most high.
He who saw the best in me.
He who gave me reason to be me.
With the heart of a Painite and
Face of a diamond,
I shine deep within the sea.
Or high from above the cloud.
I have enough to be proud
You might take some if you want.
You can stop me for smiling.
But you can never take my smile.


KhayrSouf.

I have not one
Not two or three
I rather stick with none
Than make you agree

The face you once saw,
The face you see now,
And the face you see later
Each is a different amphitheatre.

When you judge me,
On the face you saw before,
I won't make you understand
For the face you will see later
As I hold many...just like a curator.

When the first one compliment me
And the second vilifies me
Do not find their fault in it
As the face I chose for them to see
Is the surface of the thousands that lays beneath.

© KhayrSouf