Day diary two

Sunday stand on odd number,
end the form of what to be remember,
after rest of day being slave of matter,
working 7 to 7 just for piece of butter,
bemetallism soul that taste turn bitter,
meantime the rich master keep get fetter,
by materialismus that they keep on slaugter.

Normal calendar sunday is a last day,
either it sunny or not it still Sunday,
meaning overtune demand an quiet day,
as baker will not bake the bread today,
barber will not sharp the blade today,
but the beggar keep on begging today,
just for piece bread to cover the day.

Sunday have keep turning away,
but those hold friday is on the way,
for hope because there are some way,
that all life will be on better way.
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Day diary one

Day begin on ride,
while everything stand still,
silent enfold time, since ever,
as the cold-cold winter take hold,
then, a pure mineral dropping from sky,
signify of growing seed, signify goody day,
signify rhyme soul and signify distination to go.

Day begin, all right,
seem the sun being missing a year,
seem blind to see an rainbow fall,
but never say that spring wont come,
it will make my kid cry for whole day.

Ok, ok, day begin with namaz,
what will be a day without it,
maybe like the moon without plant,
maybe like the sun without air,
althought that, moon and sun say their namaz,
oh Lord, keep me everyday with namaz.

Many-many time

Many-many years,
we take a walk,
by any level,
cross the limit,
to kiss the sky,
before say goodby.

Many-many night,
we are restless,
trumble in bubble,
blow of oddity humble,
to flee from hypocrisy.

Many-many day,
we without light,
exclusion of doom,
that coming near,
may by any day, dear.

Then in time,
we being told,
about interspace,
in minute of breath,
ablution and postration,
so that, life run to direction.

- akhi@zub