Vol one

Based on
true
stories
 The graves

The last goodbye

A dark night

An invitation to my funeral

My soul

The hand wrote

The pen

Death

Misery

A friend's suicide

Lost
 Sins

Wonders and wander

The smile of the poor

Again

Deep with my silence

The given birth

A lost orphan

The stolen star

The winter
 The graves

The graves speak in great intensity

Swallowing dynasty after dynasty

From the dust to the dust

You are from the past

So pitch, gloomy and dark

The full stop not a question mark

A must not a free choice

Scream and hear your voice

Differing between none

Like the father like the son

Poor or rich
I am the ditch

Put the body and walk

Cover me and lock

I eat then I ask for more

Knock, I open the door

By toufik halfaya
 The last goodbye

Write my name on the gravestone

Before I become dust and bone

Give me a pen to write

Before lose my sight

My last words before I go

Dear lord that's my flesh though

Dig my ditch and wait for me

Where shall I flee?

This life ends the other one begins

Do not fear death but fear your sins

Today I go free without a chain

Tomorrow I feel sorrow and pain

My life goes in a blink of an eye

My soul goes up and fly

The body fades to dust

Death is not a choice but a must

The dears will cry and mourn

My death is written before I was born

Before my breath stops and I die

I want say the last goodbye

By
Toufik halfaya
 A dark night
A dark night full of clouds in red
A night full of bloodshed

Pain flows with the western coming breeze

Frightened birds hugging the sad trees

The deadly silence that comes before the storm

The remained scar that is left after the harm

The unburied stinky corpse

Greediness, rage made us coarse

The loud scream of pain

Some gave up life some remain

No place for the weak among the strong

No more laughs, but the sad song

Where are those days of yore?

Where are the running kids on seashore?

Someday the harvest will be dry hay

Someday we will be clay

Everything has an absolute end

Nothing lasts to still stand
By
toufik halfaya
 An invitation to my funeral

An invitation to my funeral
Come and light a candle

My death is not casual

The grave is my cradle, and my castle

You are the next do not be fearful

We were born and we will die equal

Be faithful our death was and still fateful

My life is a story in a novel

It was written by my own pencil

Sins are shameful, life is racial

Never mourn when I am dead

Never shed a tear like the lord said

Till I die, spread my words and never lie

Tell my mother do not sorrow, do not cry

Till the water runs dry till the soul raises to the sky
That is fair and fine; set a line

No more drink no more wine

We are the prey, the death is the lion

Someday darkness will be covered by the sunshine

 Meanwhile I will take my last sigh

I am wiping my tears, making my eyes dry

The warmth of my heart is gone

I hope that my wish will be done

In the game of death nobody did won

I may not witness the next dawn

The angel of death is about to blow the horn

He will never speak, never warn

An invitation to my funeral, was written before I was
born

By
Toufik halfaya
 My soul
Carry the coffin and walk in deep sorrow
Head towards the ditch my deeds will follow

Today there will be no joy just the tears

Today will be the day to leave my dears

The ditch is too tight and scary

Bury me and leave the cemetery

Go back home and mourn

Today I leave tomorrow a child will be born

My path was paved by my hand

Waiting for my hour to end

Life goes in a blink of an eye

Before I perish I want to say goodbye

Remember me in good not in bad

Pray for me when I am dead

Sorry for whatever I did

Sorry for those who bleed

Death will knock my door

Thats what I was waiting for
By
toufik halfaya
 The hand wrote
The hand wrote, no one will read
My pen is all I need

With each fallen drop there will come flood

Our faith faded, the bloodshed will spread

The deaf can hear, the blind will see

Jog, walk, and crawl with a broken knee

Seek the past, journey and wander

Break silence, rumble like thunder

Bathe too far, go up in smoke

Like a flying bee in the morning roke

The head shall held high as the tree

Be calm full of rage such as the sea

Today my pen's ink runs dry

I pass away, my words will never die

By
Toufik halfaya
 The pen
The pen between my fingers is speechless
Telling me don't write it is hopeless

No need to shed a single tear

Alone you stand with nobody near

My ink is not shed in vain

Like the blood in a wounded vein

Don't write no one will read

Put me and don't make me bleed

In the right hand I am a weapon

Write and see what is going to happen

Burn the papers, but the words remain

What on the papers shifts to the brain

The lord created me the first

If I died it is because of thirst

By
Toufik halfaya
 Death
It is chasing every single one
our lives will be done

It is with us wherever we are

It comes after us near or far

Along time ago was born with me and you

we cant kill it, yet it can do

It never differs between the rich or the poor

Weather you closed the window or the door

It was sent to perish a soul

by your side waiting for the call

By
toufik halfaya
 Misery

All I see is misery

the reckless anarchy

Living in sufferance
given no importance

Dying hungry
enjoying no bounty

Trust the gods will

feel what I feel

I cried and shed tears

I share my deep fears

Mercy has faded away

death is on its way

The hope of life is slight

who can stand and fight?

Understand what is said

who is alive and dead?

No eye shall cry

no graves to pass by
 A friend's suicide

A friend's suicide, life in the other side

a day before his death, he smiled and said

There will be no dawn, because I will be gone

he had no wife or son, he had no joy or fun

I looked to his eyes, he never tells lies

now his soul flows in the high skies

He is dead, so much blood

his end was by his own hand

The hearts weep, I hate that sound

I hate seeing people underground

No matter who we are, poor or rich

one day we will reach that ditch

I still recollect that day in cemetery

my friend you were a legendary

You chose to go in a hurry

your corps by my hands I had to burry

Souls on the air, stare at them stare

That is not fair
In the event of your demise
when your soul starts to rise

Wipe your tears

get rid of your fears

May god bless your soul

wait for me and never call

Harsh life gives pain

dark clouds give rain

Now you are up there

I hope that everything is fair

This is a friend's suicide

Life in the other side

By
Toufik halfaya
 Lost

My nights walk bare feet

the bitter never gets sweet

Black nights covered in dark

Walking feet leaving no mark

Seeking the forgotten past deep

Crying on the present and weep

Waiting for the future with fear

the picture is gloomy not clear

Feelings are buried deep inside

But I keep running away to hide

I fear my shadow chasing me

so I just keep running to flee

I pray every day for the best

Getting ready for the worst

The morrow is another memory

Buried in a deserted cemetery
 Between the tombs stones lies
a dead lost soul loudly cries

Thats my lost soul went a part

Leaving my body without a heart

It is time to follow that lost soul

it is time to surrender and fall
I call for my fate to join my past
Together we go and fade like dust

Holding hands so tight, side by side

A body without a soul has no pride

By
Toufik halfaya
 Sins

Today a child will be born

then people will mourn

It starts from life to death

the first and the last breath

The Eyes were open to light

to struggle strive and fight

The purpose of the creation

Worship, seeking salvation

We may sin and fall in doubt

we may Fall apart or cast out

Repentance has no limits at all

the doors are open when we call

He forgives all sins but one

to worship another one

From the first man to the last

worshipping him is a must

I raise my hands high

I beg him before I die
Please Wash my sins away
before the judgment day

By

Toufik halfaya
 Wonders and wander

So soon he comes anytime

I am the lord , he shall claim

The worst of his kind ever

He cheats even the believer

He has many tricks and wonders

the man asks himself and wanders

He can bring the dead back alive

Telling you your parents Ill save

His hell is heaven to mislead

but his heaven is hell indeed

A young boy shall rise to say

I am the lord of the judgment day

The worst glamour ever to appear

His death comes with the spear

No man has the power on him

His a nightmare not a dream

The Savior is the messenger of the lord

He is named the true word of God
With his spear shall split him into two
He does what none can ever do

My verses have no names at all

to put your minds under the call

By

Toufik Halfaya
 The smile of the poor

The smile of the poor remains a dern

A secret that everyone must learn

The grievous life shows no mercy

Patience is the only policy

For them life meant to be a test

Living the day waiting for the next

For some others life is pleasure

Luxurious living fun and treasure

Satisfaction was and still a virtue

Though the candle burns blue

Suffering at day resting at night

Keeping together holding tight

Every night they gather round

Showing love giving mound

They see dreams rather nightmares

They endure burdens that no one bears

Despite their stomachs rumble

Poverty thought them to be humble
 Their sever life is unwritten book
So do not judge them until you look

By
Toufik halfaya
 Again
Today I lay my head down
with my lost pride among the crowd
Tears, and the face is pale
my soul for the devil was for sale
I wept with deep regret
a heavy burden, unpaid debt
Please god forgive my sinful soul
anytime for it you shall call
Too many funerals, too much death
so many lost words for the last breath
Seeing my body in the grave
who shall help me, and save?
Sins put me under great strain
I am standing before you hopeless again

By
Toufik halfaya
 Deep with my silence

I drowned deep with my silence

I lived with no conscience

The same question

Am I living I reality or fiction?

Now I experienced the real pain

I realized what my heart did contain

It was as dark as the night

Because of my sins I lost my sight

Each time I raise my head high

My eyes weep and cry

I am struggling with my evil

My life is a complicated riddle

I am seeking for forgiveness

In the absence of kindness

I want to live in peace and tranquility

I want to give myself high fidelity

By
Toufik halaya
 The given birth

Thank you mother for the given birth

Thank you for the breath and the mirth

You suffered the colossal anguish

You saved me when I was about to perish

The moment I opened my I eyes to the world

Your voice is the first I ever heard

Spending night soothing my pain

I felt life making me fain

In the great sorrow you granted me hope

Teaching me not to climb the torn rope

With each blink I see your precious face

I am your son no one can take your place

In my sickness you shed tears

Holding me tight with all fears

The first steps I made

Wiped the pain make it fade

This life I am living is yours

Your prayers opened my doors
 In my eyes you are a queen
Like you I have never seen

No way to pay back your favor

You are my love you are my mother

By
Toufik halfaya
 A lost orphan

A child born of an unknown father

He had never seen his mother

Thrown in a dark orphanage

No way to go on a broken bridge

He misses his mother's tenderness

Like a dry leaf in the wilderness

Seeing the other kids smile

Alone in his funeral in the green mile

No one to hug him or to kiss

The bliss is curse, the curse is bliss

His nights are slow and hard

A young lad with a broken heart

Inside four walls, a small window

He hides his head beneath the pillow

Where is the apple of his eye?

Is she alive, or did she pass away?

He waits and begs to see her

Crying eyes with a hopeless stare
 Under the rain the cold the strain
Goodbye happiness welcome pain

Time goes slow, age flashes like a spark

He was given a letter, signed with a mark

An indescribable pain, heavy burden

A nameless kid, a lost orphan.

By
Toufik halfaya
 The stolen star

I shall tell you about the stolen star

I shall do that before I go too far

The hearts died the eyes ran dry

Stand by the grave and say goodbye

For the star that was stolen by those

If I have to mourn let me bring a dead rose

Small hands, innocent sparkling eyes

A lovely smile, pure tears when he cries

A priceless gift that was brought to life

The source of happiness for a husband and a wife

Unbearable pain after his death

A deadly silence that seizes the breath

His small body was covered in white

His soul flew away like a kite

All what was left is a picture

Bury him today, grieve over later

He was a new white page

A victim of the soldier's rage

A raped mother beside a crucified father

Tortured to death by a barbed wire

They left this life to the other one

A happy family with a beloved son

By
Toufik halfaya
 The winter

The winter comes the spring leaves

Roses die trees lose leaves

Dark empty streets at night

The snow lies down white

Drops of rain fall straight down

Lampposts lighten the town

The cold coming morning is wet

Like a small greenish hamlet

Silence is the only sound

Hidden away in a shroud

The running rivers are covered with frost

Good has returned after it was lost

Seasons come and go

Sea, roses, rain and snow

The joyful kids out side

Winter is the best tide

Soon it will be a turned page

Disappears like a white mage
 Meanwhile we shall wait again
For the cold breeze and straight rain