Don't scorn them when they call for blood
For they don't know any better
Let them live their pitiful lives
With a dark and hateful center
Cherish them as you would a child
For they cannot be helped
Give them pity and give them peace
And be your righteous self

A gazel will jump from danger
Into the cold hands of death and injury
Just as a human will jump at the chance
To prove his friends wrong

Not enough pipers, not enough poets
Too many criminals, and all of us know it
To many insults and too many stresses
Not enough laughter to end each our days with
Too many break ups, not enough kisses
And not enough time left to declare her my misses

Theives dont ask for forgiveness,
They take it with pity
And sell it for a steep price, Usually solitude

Half are educated, but not the poet
The poet spent too much time in his passion
And yet, he is wiser than an owl
Why is that?
Is it his philosophy that drives him to ask why? and how?
No, it is his will to accept whatever lies ahead
And paint that on a page with his words, and his soul
And help you to be a poet

love me in my petty sleep, for i'll be with you soon
Love me in my coma creep, love me like the moon.
Glorify my name as i would have done for you
Petrify the trespassers, I would have done that too.
Now forgive me as i pass on to my next life
For i could not have forgiven you, had you turned out my wife

Give me a cup of love and ill drink from it
Even tainted water will do.
And when i am done, I’ll fill it up and pass it on
Much cleaner than what i received
And then I’ll ascend from this world into bliss