I vent my anger
Breathe in and out the air of bitterness, which feed my ego
Became stranger to myself
The softest girl has left
I dine with the thunder storm

Sun…shine on me…
When I am loosing my way

I swing
I sing
Open arms and legs
Let them fly
Massive… massive anger and despairs
Go away…
Let them go…away

Open the door to the sunshine
Baby you can do it
Sun…shine on me

Gold, Silver, Euro, Palestinians and me...

One day, I feel like Gold
The next day, I feel like Silver
Another day, I feel like Euro 

The day after that,
I feel like Palestinians,
who lost everything and
Fighting for the ground and their existence...

Just be quiet!
I told to my nose and brain,
which keep venting words after words
they keep shouting and yelling
the acceleration seems unstoppable if you could not be quiet so
go onto the highway

let them fly
fly on the highway

day after day
night after night...

Give me a space in the garden
Where all the birds sing beautifully
Where all the flowers are not failed to blossom
Where the air is clean from sin
Where I can’t be a sinister for murdering anyone who is guilty or innocent

This is the garden for me, for my son, for all the kids
This is the garden, where we all speak the same language of peace and harmony
This is the garden where we can trust each other and no space for agony
This is the garden where we all are free from anxiousness and misery
This is the garden where we all can keep our healthy mind and body.

Time philosophy

Time is flying.
All of us are flying on the time.
I ask to sell some times from time.
No way, she said.
Make it happen, when it has to happen.
Let it go, when it has to go.
Enjoy it, when things are in your favor.
Forget it, when nothing seems working out.