No War On Earth

War is happening,
War is bad,
War is not wanted here upon the earth.
War can be averted,
War can be stopped,
War can be turned to Love,
Make LOVE not WAR on earth

Peoples With Us

Peoples of the present world
Think and think again
Don't deceive and disappoint
your coming generation
This world is not only for you
It belongs to your coming generation also
You will not be present in future
Leaving the world in the hands of new generation
Don't destroy this world
With the flames of war
Otherwise your coming generation
Will not be happy and thankful to you
It is your duty to build a new world
For your coming generation
As a matter of fact and principle
You are indebted for the same.

Good Far East

Some time ago in the Far East
dragons shed scales
that tangled into ivy
scrolled up trees.
I still untangle vines today,
like an archeologist,
trying to piece skin together,
not bones.
\My eyelids will not
be locked in silence.
I saw those wings, wings
brushed against wings,
shimmered in front
of my Himalayas.
The sky, a crayon plum
like pages in a children's
story book or Van Gogh's night,
stretched its wispy fingers of fog
across time, tempted my thoughts.

My Mom

You have been by no means really here,
You tend not to actually know me,
You tend not to actually care.
You gave up on me a lengthy time ago,
But we will make it proper,
So mommy please don't go.
You missed out on so a great deal,
The life on the girl
In whom you gave a globe.
You lost my heart and
Shattered my dreams,
You weren't the following for
The critical points.
I nevertheless have my hopes
That we can make it correct,
So mommy please tend not to go.
I told you once just before,
You can be in my existence,
Just say so,
So mommy please don't go.

My star

I saw a star shining so obvious since the wind whisper around.
Because the night drew off beneath my eyes I saw the star shining off so far.
The star seem to understand my name
As we laugh and dance around the escalate.
The star motion me this way.
To tell me their heavenly names
Some brought darkness for me to determine
While all the other people waited there for me

Poem Of The Today

the search to get a cure for my dad kills me
a beggar in cold isolated streets
teasing coins stamped with the seal of hope
weather away opportunity
leaving salty roadways upon my cheeks
\quests to get a alternative slay me day-to-day
seconds river dance in his worn out watch
willing
to send my last kiss with him
under no circumstances
I dig a bed to lay my head upon
a beggar by means of ice flaked
ice picked blind lanes
these red-eyed blurry street guides are not able to demonstrate defeat
I cuddle as much as concrete cities of blue
hear me now, God
I hurt
I need him as well
I will not fall with my tears
erosion I will fight