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Mohammad Nazari Poem
I am a man, Aryan and true.
Persian in heart, bow at hand, I stare at the skys deep wild blue.
Child of the Sun, Hunter of the lion, king of kings, creator of freedom.
Look upon me for I am man, barer of the earth, Risen from the sand.
From a child so small ive grown and grown, taking the land of powers so bold.
Lydia,Egypt,Babylon, and more for I shall not stop until nothing but PARSA is told.
From the reigns of my horse I ride throu the land, never to stop as far as i can.
Until one so bold to even face persia, the macedonian was born.
Now I look upon ruins of my people, forever lost in the lands of Issus.
Taken from us the power of the world, Macedonia offers only but crysis.
Wanting a barbarian ideolized people, the leader so young is taken forever.
Now by there own hand they are destroyed, taking from the aryans the endeavor.
For we Achemenids will fight forever.....
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My bretheren take this heed
take this warning
as the time comes near this land of sweet love and glory....
comes a darkness arising with the night until the beginning of the morning.
when the sun rises to greet the land of man with warm palms, and a sweet
sweet smile.
Its florescent lights of greeting wonder and hope shall reveal the souless
corpses of those who dwelled in its gardens, literally decaying with bile.
Men seek wonder, hope, glory, pride, and pleasure mainly through the body
When even the smartest of man dont understand that you must also fullfile
mans desires throught the mind, so both Body and Soul may entwine giving birth
to the wise and the worthwile.
Those who study and earn not only what they are given, but what also lay hidden
in the texts and words of religion.
Those who study not only religion but also the wonders of truth, kindness, love,
nature and eventually leading to a vision.....
Seem to gain a large sense for learning causing the wanting of greater
knowledge, and earning....
To reach beyond what man may yield or be unable to control, and actualy use it
beliving that only the posotive may behold...
For as a child man expiremints, touches, smells, and tastes to understand and
gratify our poisoned sense of curiosity so the truth may be told....
As then when man reaches out searching for the
"kingdom
the power
and the glory"
Is when man is revealed there limits, and then our faliure, to late to avoid wipes
life off the face of the earth, ending our trip....
As it began with an apple..... and ends with a burning.....
that indefinetly god knows for man
Without Pain There is no Learning.
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Invasion, the death, the agony so
I fire my gun
against my foe
Watching my friends, my brothers
go
Fear in my heart
Tensions grow
I push along the shore
With all the might I had
For my family
I Suffer this D-Day agony
Then in the blink of an eye
I feel a sharp pain
peircing my heart
stiffening my viens
I remember my Anny,
Prayers to my wife
Longing her in the last
Seconds in my life
......then a light, the light surrounds me at every angle......
I see my gaurdian angel
walk up to me
guiding me calmly
on the cotton cloud grove
I feel the warmth my place
In life
....as I walk up the stairs....
getting closer, wanting more
walking upon
The silky smooth stones
at heavens door
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Unstable emotion on a plane of ambition
On a goal for a greater transition
With a Fire and Flame a point is made
as the sun sets on the followers of
Cane
I look at my brothers consumed by destruction
as there land is filled with blood and corruption
they cling on there god, of the dessert sun
and hold there land, they dont run
The eagle comes to the land of the lion
interupting the hunt for its Zion
Eagerly awaiting to take the land of the star
The Eagle attacks from afar
Forign to the land the lion defends
The Eagle Attacks
The End
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I will remember
When our hearts forged together....
On that sweet sweet December.....
As the sun set dying...
As the moon rose crying...
The diamonds sparkled danger....
As the devil killed my guardian angel....
I will remember
On that cold cold November....
When our love still burned our souls....
And the roses still lived long and bold....
As nature celebrated our love.....
And cupid cared from above....
As with purity fly the doves....
I will remember
Every night as the stars shined bright...
I whispered in your ear....
You whispered in return....
"I love you my dear".....
and we hugged, made love, protected from the cold face of fear.....
I will remember
When I came home from work......
And death came hidden....
As you lay there, your life, forbidden.....
Never again to feel your soft lips on mine....
Lost in the abyss of time....
I will remember
When I couldn't last a second.....
with my love taken and deafened.....
Driving next to the river.....
Decided and delivered....
Dived in with the reaper...
Lost in the water, the cold streams my grave....
I will remember
How our love was like pure art
Not even
"Death do us part"
because now we lay forever
Under loves grave endeavor
So we may be together
Even as, death so clever
Failed to separate us
For
Love lasts forever
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They marched on toward the land
An army so vast, so grand
So full of life under the star lit sky
That there efforts lay to see the enemy die
Metal clinging, clanking so
as the men march to and fro
Taking there weapons in there hands
To fight the infidels in "there" land
Across the land with the banner of Islam
Wanting the city of Jerusalem
The area where Jesus descended
The city where Mohammad ascended
The city where religoun is born
The city where religoun, is war
A holy land where doves fly
And where the devil brings
battles
so brethren may die
As the soldiers reach there destination
The warriors fill with agitation
Watching there enemies defend there land
As both generals raise there hands
The soldiers grab there swords, bows
guns, grenades, and with pride they
begin to raise
As the
Starlite night set ablaze
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Burning in thy heart
Burning in thy soul
Forged from destruction
Forged from the cold
Freezing to the touch
Searing in pain
Hells turned over
and burned the great plain
when its all over
when the demons are done
All thats left
are
Angers Ashes
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The ashes smile with the brightness of fire...
Swimming in a wind to carry on in its desire...
Through the dense forests dripping with honey..
The ashes fly though the leaves so cunning...
The leaves still filled with the dew of tearing clouds...
While the children are playing with the rose pink baby sow....
Crickets sing duets with birds that inspire...
So beautiful and loving the angels cry without tire...
Go on and on the ashes fly....
As there numbers began to multiply....
Invading the kingdom of the trees....
A battle erupts, the animals flee..
As the onslaught lets no body free...
Then a darkness is left on the battle ground...
Of warriors from either side none is left around....
At first........
it seems........
forever lost.....
It seems that nature has paid its deadly cost.....
Until from a hill covered in the remnants of the battle....
A blade of grass rises from the ground...
Teaching death a lesson again....
That a new era for life will always begin....
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The cold air is building
The crystal curse is here
As the jingles keep on jingling
My eyes fill with tears
My skin starts stinging
My eyes begin to twinge
Standing on the ground
My love now lives
Cold as the grave abover her
She lays there unkown
That I am spending my Christmas
At her tomb
Now i stand here
Heart torn in two
Watching
My
Flower
Wilt in the Winter
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I began to stride near the lake that never sleeps, never moves, just lays plain in
its serenity deep blue.
I just watch as the water lives, with no emotion, with a glazed and bautiful great
love that propels past the boundaries of a mans devotion.
I just admire at the the plain representation it gives, for without it all the people,
all the life, all the animals, all that glorifys, all the honor,all my memories, will
have never lived.
I just love how it seeps through my hair with curious fingers feeling me so
completely that it surpases any other physical integrity.
I wonder what lay in its anchor deep depths as it holds secrets that no man
would want to forget, or even dare to regret.
I just start to cry as the sun begans to die over the heads of the trees and shines
its array of colors on the silver mirror surface of the gargatuan deep.
I just regret how Ive waisted my life working all day and through the expansion of
night.
I just love how it gives me a scene to remember my youth in its fountain so blue.
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