Do your best, He makes the soul transcend

War, misery, pain n' toil
news of scarcity n' peak oil
honor's threatened with evil
mankind's back to medieval

High ranking "leaders" proved wrong
Discrimination is their song
Their crooked plots, I won't miss
We strive to bring 'em to justice

and now that I am aware n' strong
Here, I give you a different song:

Whenever I am faced with crisis
"calling to the Lord" is the basis
He helps me leave the ego behind
Pray, do my best n' go beyond

They tell me to pile up scare goods?
a future of more shoulds n coulds?
please stop, I'm not in da mood
last thing to do is pile up food

Doing things in haste is my past
Now, I'll try to pray, give and fast
being poor wouldn't make me sob
hunger could well be my job

Rely on Lord, the pain comes to an end
Do your best, He makes the soul transcend
Now you Like this or not, it depends
let's discuss, cause my poem ends

Like the little tree birds.

Every morning,
the birds
sing near my window sill,
on the trees outside of
my cozy room.

I can't feel
but guilt, because...
The birds wake up early,
happily singing, thanking the Lord...
they open their wings blissfully,
jump from branch to branch,
wiggling their tales,
catching food,
showing God how gratefull and,
how in love with Him,
they are.

What about me?
I am curled up in my bed, feeling
jealous...
For why these tree birds
can be so much steadfast?
Every single morning?
from the get-go?
Through my outwardly hollow worships,
I fail again and again
to realize what life means.
Oh dear Lord, you sent those birds to
wake me up
from my ongoing slumber and
certain death.
Thank you.

Oh Lord, you gave me
the potential to represent your Lordship on earth.
I am endowed with a lot of gifts
and I feel ashamed to tell you now,
how,
I listen to the little tree birds, who
remind me to wake up and live too.
Please rejuvenate my rusty tired heart then...
purify it oh my Rabb..
so I can sing for you and fly
stretching my wings for You,
like the little tree birds.

To a music that clear

Oh heart, you like to burn in fire
                     ♫♫♫
Eventhough it is chilly out there
                    ♫♫♫
So come now and stay calm
                    ♫♫♫
Be happy, your Beloved hath come
                    ♫♫♫
Dancing now in here, to a music that clear
                    ♫♫♫
Rejoicing happily thou art
                    ♫♫♫
A lighted candle, pure and sincere
                    ♫♫♫
You saw wind-chill, you saw the cold
                    ♫♫♫
You heard bitter words from the unthankfull,
                    ♫♫♫
You careth not, Loveth it all,
                    ♫♫♫
You are burning bright, Min Al-Noor
                    ♫♫♫
Open thy lips, let me in to kiss
                    ♫♫♫
For a moment, those Ruby Lips
                    ♫♫♫
hehey hey hey, hehey hey hey
hehey hey hey
heyhey                   

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫

That Majestic Blossom gives the soul a lasting age

Rejoice oh friends, the Beloved has sent a message
Drink from divine Wine, with music and dance engage
                                 ✿✿✿
Lo the bright shiny rays radiate from Beauty's image
That Majestic Blossom gives the soul a lasting age
                                 ✿✿✿
Where's winter, what is cold? where's the thunderous rage?
This Scorching Blaze in the heart heals every single ravage
                                 ✿✿✿
We are thirsty  pilgrims,  for each drop give a pledge
We see the Ocean at last, we only choose to submerge
                                 ✿✿✿
With each step towards Love, we write a painful passage
May the Spring gush out then, may our pains He assuage
                                 ✿✿✿
Lovers incinerate at last, with this Affair they must wage
Then blossom to real life, inspired full of the Sweet Surge
                                 ✿✿✿
Oh heart open up! now realize those pure tears thus emerge
The nightingale's delightful, as with the Rose it will merge
                                 ✿✿✿
Be content with Pure Wine, that gives the Most Unknown Urge
Bewildered go strange, when the veil comes off the stage
                                 ✿✿✿
Dissolve in that poverty,  let go of the secrets ye cage
Heaven's gates are wide-open, to the Rich One we pilgrimage
                                 ✿✿✿
In the inner galaxies, Pooyan twirls like a whirling sage
It's a glimpse of the Noor, which he tries to manage