Tuesday, November 12, 2013


He who gave us life in this dry dead land
will see us grow water from sour sand

He who poured rain down for our rose to grow
can't see our buds wither before the show

He who set stage for us to act and dine
can't turn the spotlight off when we should shine

He who brings Tempest to our island shore
can't leave us on Earth so lonely and sore

He who blessed us with a spirit so strong
can't see us in despair and go so wrong

He who blessed on us with the art to think
can't leave us so clueless without a wink

He who has made heaven and earth for us
can't have us beg for pennies in a bus

He who controls all possession and wealth
can't leave us in the dungeon with no breath

He who crafted us in black, brown and white
can't bare see us slay each other in fight

He who gave us this heart to care and love
can't watch us arrogant from high above

He who runs the blood in our every vein
can't be that far from us when we're in pain

He who gave us such worthy wings to fly
will never let us fall, drop dead and die

Alireza Manzour
20.11.2013 - 11:23pm

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Tomorrow's Land

The night began too early, late last night
It was the fall of hope, the warmth of light

Deprived of sleep, alone, lonely in heart
Tried leaving the coffin, dead to depart

Kept crawling back and forth, torn dreams in sight
Pain in body and bones, cursed cramped so tight

Shaking shivering the chill with dried lips
Sweating cold, wet, freezing, feeling the whips

Reminiscence call, came haunting from door behind
Remembering better days when the world still shined

Memories came of youth, of love, of vows and hopes
When placed my faith in fate and fate in fair, all ropes

Damn! this damned Destiny had tricked me once again
To think that the sacrifice today be in vain

Tomorrow, tomorrow will bring us the king our demise
With no Lady Love and the fighting forests right behind

For time will wave and wash away our castles in the sand
For tide will come and drift away all that we hold in hand

For hope is nothing but a forgotten grain buried in the sand
That we hold dear today but it's no more in tomorrow's land 

Alireza Manzour 
3.11.13 at 3:11 am 

Thursday, January 10, 2013


My destiny is not your destiny

For your destiny is stupidity

For your solution is humanity

That you have left it in modernity

For you sing and speak in such a fear

And wish destiny make you a dear

For you live a dull life as dark as coal

I detest this with all my heart and soul

For you trust no one but your stingy self

Like a jar of honey on a broken shelf

For as long as you keep this in mere chain

Your reward shall be nothing but bitter pain

For you break broken hearts like a wooden twig

How you expect the next guy, not be a pig?

Alireza Manzour 
June 12, 2012
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