Handprints on my glass

Since Father Adam was betrayed, His sons always shaded, by the daughters of Eve, Gave them thousand grieves.. Every man is a boy, If the theme is love and joy, Flower is his waterloo, Made him always blue. Every failure of a man, Or his success, Behind is a woman, Behind his quest. For every man is an art, For they have heart, They have guts and fears, So laughters and tears. No matter how huge is his kingdom, How sharp is his wisdom, He will throw his diadem, Just to impress "them".

Once there was a kind Mother River, In the faded paradise of Winnyver, Green pastures, gold plains along with her, Flock of lambs, school of fishes, lived with fair. Carnations, Ivies, Tulips made her dainty, Swans, Flamingos, Cormorants enjoyed her beauty, As clear as crystal was her body, Faunas and floras were her babies. Very essential, day by day, Even hills wanted to kiss her and lay, Breeze of gentle wind meets her in the month of May, Lamp of heaven's rays extend on a summer day. Like a wary mother, yet so glad to stare, When little fairies came to her and play, When lads and lasses swim with her, she cares, Her face grins with the nudes and bares. Long yet narrow path, thread-like on a Creator's sight, Still fond at night, Lover is the sheen of a moonlight, Companion of Evergreen trees, all year round, Reed plants and lilies grew with her, provider of the fertile mound. The daisies blossomed, Cedar's leaves died, Autumn came, days swi

You're the Wonderful Hands who created me, The Undisputable Shout who crumbled the Jericho's Wall, The Invulnerable Face whom Moises spoke, out of the burning tree, The Invincible Power who made Tower of Babel's fall, The Powerful Voice who've promised Abraham's nation, The Wall of Fire of Israelites in the dark dessert, The Indestructible Wind who divided the Red Sea, The Clear Interpretation of Joseph the Dreamer, The Unconquerable God of the Twelve Tribes. You're the Unassailable Hands who guided me, The Killer Stone of the young David, Who downed Goliath in the battlefield, The Ecclesiastical Wisdom of King Solomon, The Great Lord of Israel Nation, The Destructive Fire in Sodom and Gomorrah, The Glorious Alpha and Omega, The Unsinkable Ark of Noah, The Amazing Prophecies of Isiah. You're the Unbeatable Hands who loved me, The Loving Father of Christ Lord, The True Faith of the Apostles, The Solemn Vo

Oh, how I love to see, The sunset in a sea, A tired and sleepy ray, A purple sky turn to gray. Oh, how I love to see, The children smile at me, Their laughter and the glee, Their minds are really free. Oh, how I love to see, The birds in a poplar tree, Their chirps are sweet sounds for me, That comforts my self-pity. Oh, how I love to see, A butterfly and a bee, Both sharing the nectar of daffodil, Satisfied on their simple smart deal. But the one I really love to see, Is you, my sweet gentle lady, Your smile, kisses and warm hug, Your innocent beauty and tender love.

In a cold December morning, When ashes still mourning, As quiet as the graveyard, No one ever glad. A world without music, The truce ended in tragic, A day of a dread, Green stone not a jade. Some ant walks, Other chats and talks, The bliss ascends little, Their thoughts fully puzzled. The bitter cry of the mortal souls, Their loud and unconsoled howls, The unhealed scar on their minds, Anger, pain, tears, bleeded hearts. Where are the people's smile? Is it there across the miles? The dying leaves whispered dim, The smile never seen. It is better to burn out, Than just to stay alive, There will be no tomorrow, The future coated with sorrow. Hope is in deep hollow, No bright days to follow, And yes on Adam's fall, We suffered all.

Four corners of hope, Four paths of fate, One destiny in crossroads, Came to me in late. I passed by there in free, But a split second glance, I fumbled my knee, When I lost my chance. I seek for nothing then, Hoping to find the gold, But I don't know when, Need a torch to hold. A call to strike eagerly, While the bow is in your hand, And while there's a bird in a tree, There will be a nest to be found.

In a strange place I saw a mystical face, Around her were butterflies moving in a rapid pace, Adored her diadem were golden beads, A porcelain mask protects her from strong winds. Can't see her face for there was a mask, In her right hand was an elephant's tusk, Like fairy or angel in a lovely tale, But my brain puzzled by the real scale. Don't know how, don't know why, She holds the water, but blows a fire, She offered love, she offered lust, Kissing my lips with poisonous dust. Along came the serpent, Too late for me to repent, Inducing my blood, extracting my soul, Carving my name in an ancient wall. I am dead for I was enticed, By blind faith with thousand lies, For I don't know it was only a dream, When I wake up with a scream.

Bring out the broom and roll out the barrel, After a vicious and dramatic battle, Armed with riffle and gun, Yell and throw them with fun. The bacon fries in an olive oil, The water sparks and madly boils, The sign display in a castle, Time to climb up and use the ladder. After the struggle and fears, Play the band and lend your ears, Then let's eat and drink for awhile, Forget this world of tears and lies.

Somewhere in my soul sprouts, When I almost fall into the state of REM, Tinge the hue of midnight illusion, In a sacred evening, Transgress the aphrism of silence, Unfold the mystery of an ode, Divulge the unspied dream, From a lean chance of triumph, From my wandering senses, Bear the mint mental impression, Plunge the ideas immensely, Defeat the minds of rarity, Master the pangs of vanity, Strike my sty unceasingly, Revive the old chained heart of poetry.....

After the world was created, Adam and Eve mated, Became human's ancestors, Mankind's journey began to explore, Based on Moses's scripture, Where Creator's words featured, Three divisions of era were set, Days of Christian, Patriarch, and Prophet, Patriarch's and Prophet's days were over, Christian era still on play....... Many great people had conqueror's mind, Invaded other nation, other land, Darius, Cyrus started the trend, And so Alexander the Great, Caesars of Rome then conquered, Almost the Europe and the Crescent, The fight, the quest never ends, Renaissance sought the essence, Michaelangelo, Raphael and Leonardo, Ideas, principles started to grow....... Earth spinned around, Apple fell into the ground, Galileo's mind, Newton's work, Roman's principle broke, Bishop's objected and scoffed, Copernicus was in dope, Independent minds were chained, Sensitive prides in vain, Then Einstei

Amidst of calm blue ocean I sailed, From my homeland till south of somewhere, Without the guide of compass or scale, Little determination, a piece of prayer. Though I know troubles coming soon, Noble "will"fulfills the mighty task I bind, Tomorrow maybe or on a quarter of moon, Failure and grief,  last words on my mind. Riding not in a huge boat or a great ship, But in a 'banca' made up of poor log, One strike of a wind make sink a deep, Maybe I'll drown, be exhausted or dragged. Thunderstorm mocked at me, lightning hit me out, My 'banca' destroyed as my soul scared, Heavy rain blessed me with bitter laugh, Helpless heart griefs, downed and frailed. I'm really weary, yet I have a goal, In this place of misfortune and wrath, I sailed to find a good fate for my soul, Ignoring the difficulties, seeking the path. ...................................................................... Amids