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Standing at the praying window
Looking up at the blue sky
Oh heaven can you help me
Standing at the praying window as I cry

I only ask for a love that's true
I hope I'm not acting selfishly
Sometimes when we pray it may take two
So heaven could you agree with me

Soon clouds will be on the way
The rain is surely at hand
Do you see the church where I pray
Standing at the praying window again

As she pondered her time on Earth
She wondered why God set upon her this curse
To show her the suffering of the human race
She decided to go back to that filthy place
This time she would have some important things
Her brilliant white robe and feathered white wings
She would appear to the people in an aura of gold
The nature of the visit noone needs to be told
She will promise people only the truth
Her saint-like presence should be enough proof
And talk of being a child of The Lord
And that each and every person is adored
The angel would talk of her sacred home
Where angels stand together and are never alone
If they turn their back without even a glance
They are not lost, it's not their last chance
God does not hate, it is not his way
Do not worry, even if you have been led astray
Now, the time has finally come
So little time, so much to be done
She would start with His work one bit at a time
She would go to the people, she would give them a sign
The sign would be of harmony and love
Sent straight down from Heaven above
She had been put in a troublesome position
Optimistic as ever, the angel embarked on her mission

Autumn...
Nights growing colder and love kept in a silent perspective
Full Moon and gloomy moonbeams
Perhaps the World is sorrowful, suffering several calamities
Another sleepless night to me
Candle light at my dark bedroom, my obscure shrine
Right now i am listening to bells ringing at a distant cathedral
So i think to myself: where is my temple???
Will any religion accept my sinful life???
First i need to purify my mouth... i hope so...
Who will forgive my doubtful mind and my selfish heart?
Maybe i am unforgiven in spite of being so grateful to my ancestors
My invisible and visible foes curse me every single day...
And so i offer my deep compassion to them
Yesterday night i met twisted friends who stole my balance
Who are my true friends at this decaying city?
Is there someone who will rescue me from this involuntary exile?
Is there anyone here who really has the power of making me feel good?
I don´t wanna bother the spiritual realms of light and cry for help
However i confess that i don´t want to be "all by myself" nowadays
I am tired of living daily nightmares and collect battle scars
Hopefully i am stronger than my painful sufferings and so i survive
May my loyal hidden fellows guide me back safely to my next home!!!
My future i can´t foresee but i won´t perish here where i dwell now
My secret ally will predetermine my blessed fate and destination
Someday i will forget this dismal present way of living
I will keep my faith and my enlightened path will save my soul
I hope so...
Let it be so!!!

How time passes quickly by
No more than a blink of an eye
Is this really where we meet
Among so many strangers as we share a seat

It’s been sometime that we’ve last spoken
Somewhere inside memories have woken
Is it really that long ago?
I look older but I guess you know

As you can tell eventually
The years rolled on I got married as well
Feelings I have I thought went away
But seeing you now they were meant to stay

After all these years we are back on our own
And the cruelness of age has placed us here in this home
Perhaps companionship was meant to be
I know I’ve missed you but have you missed me

Yes it’s lovely to see you again
My friend
Come sit a while
A while, yes awhile

It’s so lovely to see you again
My friend
I see we’ve learnt to smile
To smile, yes to smile

Riding the lonely train such a pain,you have love to share,but who really cares? Here in the states the haters do hate...What's it all for,meaningless war? Words intent to scar don't go far,just remember my friend on this do depend,we're all the same,no matter our fame.Your soul's here to grow,just let it show.In your words and deeds,before you're in need.

In this world there are many forgotten
Totally ignored and tossed aside broken
Left over garbage from a past life
The innocent who have to pay the price

They will always be waiting in the wings
Watching and waiting until they are seen
But then there comes a day when they are gone
Too late to tell them you were wrong

God over us
like hard rock covering land mollusks,
shielding them
from tropic sun
(like hell raging on Gomorrah)
and velvety ocean breeze
carrying salt to season coconut water.
Zebra type, like a leopard’s stubborn spots,
Shun the selfless offering
for the small of a hard back;
the product is beheld on hot concrete.

If we as March hares, fast,
hippity hop
in green pastures
his Spirit pulled from a top hat,
but when rain clouds change complexion
screening the eye of sun,
we set off along crooked burrows
to escape morning shower.
At home we are mostly wet.

Joseph in colored coat;
his reading of Pharaoh’s memory
is for his days
(the vision still stands).
Meager bulls swigging loaded cows
and Lot galloping hard
with back against Sodom.
How damaged are we
when children bear no children?

Calling all yonder
why do you wander
to places that darken the soul,
disillusioned?angry?
or filled with envy
of those living lives whole.
Do you listen to voices
of so called truth
abandoning loved ones
through reckless youth.
Have your life's pains
replaced sunshine with rain
seeking pain relief
with all that's wrong.
As you pillage and plunder
many will wonder
why your battle cry
is a never ending song.
Despite your views
and internal short fuse
from one man you can't hide
although you may run.
He's our heavenly father
calling all near and yonder
"please return my prodigal sons"

Now I lay down to sleep,
I pray for a man who is worth for keep.
A man who's handsome, fit and strong,
who's not afraid to admit he is wrong.
I need a man who is responsible,
who's heart is big and lovable.
A man who thinks before he speak,
with sweets words that makes me weak.
I pray for a man who will treat me right,
who will think of me day and night.

Oh, give me a man who will open my door,
massage my back and insist more.
Please give me a man who knows how to praise you
so serving you I can continue.
I pray this man will love me no end
And never compare me to his ex girlfriend.

Thank you in advance and now i will wait,
for I know you will give me before its too late.

I am neither a Moslem nor a Hindu
I am not Christian, Zoroastrian, nor Jew

I am neither of the West nor the East
Not of the ocean, nor an earthly beast
I am neither a natural wonder
Nor from the stars yonder

Neither flesh of dust, nor wind inspire
Nor water in veins, nor made of fire
I am neither an earthly carpet, nor gems terrestrial
Nor am I confined to Creation, nor the Throne Celestial

Not of ancient promises, nor of future prophecy
Not of hellish anguish, nor of paradisic ecstasy
Neither the progeny of Adam, nor Eve
Nor of the world of heavenly make-believe

My place is the no-place
My image is without face
Neither of body nor the soul
I am of the Divine Whole.

I eliminated duality with joyous laughter
Saw the unity of here and the hereafter
Unity is what I sing, unity is what I speak
Unity is what I know, unity is what I seek

Intoxicated from the chalice of Love
I have lost both worlds below and above
Sole destiny that comes to me
Licentious mendicity

In my whole life, even if once
Forgot His name even per chance
For that hour spent, for such moment
I’d give my life, and thus repent

Beloved Master, Shams-e Tabrizi
In this world with Love I’m so drunk
The path of Love isn’t easy
I am shipwrecked and must be sunk.