Author Archives: AlbertZayat

Cry

Cry, cry, cry

And why not cry

Let the birds sing with you

Let morning air fill your nostrils

With times long ago memories

With love left alone

With hands once firm with confidence

Now tremble all- alone

Cry cry cry

Fill the air with miseries cold tune

Wet your eyes from summer to springs

Bloom 

Cry for yourself, and others too 

For we are all a bit lost

When loss finds our dreaded doom

Yet one day will come

As sure as a new mornings sun

And your tears will say goodbye

And wish you a very very happy

New life’s time

So cry for now as much as you can

Tomorrow brings us to a new -found- land

I’m just a traveler

Like you, you see

Full of hope burns, deep within me

And like the sun

I rise each day

To warm all around me

Before I say….

Hey you!

What’s that? 

Are you all right? 

You know I only shine

From mourn unto knights

And that’s where you will see

The love of strength that fights

Within you, and perilously deep within me

So dither not!!

And waste time so,

Fight the good fight

And kill your damn foe!

It is darkness you quest to kill, you see

Is it not all that’s left?

For the last arrow, your last quill? 

Now be polite

Be assured

That your love of mercy

Speaks so loud

It’s unheard….to all who rest

So quietly

In the valley of time lost …

Lost amongst angry men’s 

Uncut beards……at best

In a moment,

Of nothing,

Of inspiration not compulsion….

Where I waltzed, un-abated

Among the dead and dying

Where footsteps once told

Of those

Arriving….

With hallowed souls partaking

And lost loves thus

So amazing

Oh, in the moment

Of toil and lust did my heart near bust and tear with pain…

In a moment

When and where the last of advice’s did and do glare

In a moment

Where success and frustrations hinder all refrains

In a moment

In a moment

In a moment where love an folly …..know all the mighty

In a moment

The light of days

The dark of nights

The stinging- sirocco sand winds

Come to all with wealthy missed ends

Howl at the moon

Fight the scares that come from within

Hiding under basement stairs

For there it is

There it’ll be

The death of fear

And birth of liberty

Do you?

Do you have Chambord? 

Do you have the time of –

Day? 

Is your pet well healed? 

Is it within the lines of good taste?

Where life and good wine find

Their skills, bound so fast

And where the breath of new roses 

Spills within and among those

Of equal moral classes…

Oh hell is that all one can see or say

Our does ones time, life, hopes and dreams

Melt desperation 

Away? 

It’s not the violence that wins

It’s when you’re legs are kicked out from you

You fall to your knees

And you finally see truth at eye level 

Someday

Someday you will wake

You will grow

You will take

All of life’s, confusing winds 

And carry them upon

Your

Silver,… wings

Oh let the rustle

Let the bustle

Let, the frustration, of

A kind life

Streak upon grays skies

Of moss and elms bark

Someday you will wake

And grow

And take

All of life’s risk

And mistakes

Someday

You will let the rustle

The the fragments of life’s

Ohh.. life’s…

The most honest
Is music
The least
Is music
But there is no better place
To hide
Ones eyes
From the grief
Of headlines

Danger

Well I got introduced to daaanger

When the street doctor said

Heey man

I’ve got the thing

To kill the pain

Of a love’s gone bad

bad-dream

Well I don’t know I said to him

Oh don’t worry, he said to me

This is your friend man, it’s just the thing

To kill the pain of love’s gone bad -end

So I paid his price

And rolled the dice

And sure enough I was cured of lust

But only for a while

You see,

Cause love’s gone bad needs time to die

In its own time

And the price I paid for the doc’s med’s

Was only a down-payment on hells edge and lie

It was

Once upon a time floating on a river

left unattended not yet

devine

Is where I saw you, in my day, in my dreams, in my most heartfelt manner

Left upon the rocks of lost dreams

It was

Once upon a time

Floating upon a great sea

Where my life, lost and sunk, deep down into

The watery gravy of loves deaths so many times, left,

It was where children played

And sought the no rules of today, nor judgment day

Is where the soles of my feet scraped upon distant shoals

And held love lost, till waves of death took mine

till, nothing was left to flip and ride the seas

Toss….