Aryabod Siharyvani

Rookie - 0 Points [The Rebel Rat] (1983 / Damascus)

Aryabod Siharyvani Poems

1. Time Of War 2/26/2013
2. Take Me Home 5/25/2009
3. Azadi 7/4/2009
4. My First Love Words 1/9/2009
5. The Day Where My Soul Dies 1/18/2009
6. King Of Pain 11/29/2008
7. Old School Friend 2/10/2013
8. What Really Matter 2/20/2013
9. Whisper Of Satan 2/22/2013
10. This Is My Homeland (Proud To Be Persian) 1/18/2009
11. Republic Of God 1/18/2009
12. Lie P2 (Don'T Think You Ever Know P1) 1/31/2009
13. Darkness 11/29/2008
14. Mind Chaos 12/1/2008
15. Glomy Moon Gloomy Life..? ? ? 1/9/2009
16. Don'T Think You Ever Know P1 1/9/2009
17. My Friend Shadow 11/29/2008
18. My Land 11/29/2008
19. Holy Tale Of Immigrant Women 11/29/2008
20. Queen In My Homeland 11/29/2008
21. Home Land....What I Do 11/29/2008
22. Is There A Hope 11/29/2008
23. Is This Call Pain 11/29/2008
24. Loving You 1/9/2009
25. Hay You...This Is The New Reallty 1/10/2009
26. Be With Me 1/10/2009
27. Culpable Pleasure (Tribute To Cleopatra Queen Of My Time) 1/10/2009
28. Sell My Soul To The Evil Beacuse Of You 1/10/2009
29. Eternity Rain 1/16/2009
30. Untitled 1/16/2009
31. Story Of My Land 1/18/2009
32. For Life Love You 10/5/2009
33. Sad Moments Without You 10/6/2009
34. Sweet Distraction 10/7/2009
35. Freedump 6/7/2011
36. Re-Born 5/7/2012
37. Rebel In Love 5/18/2012
38. She Is Wating 11/16/2012
39. Love Fist 1/18/2013
40. Once I Was Knight 3/17/2013
Best Poem of Aryabod Siharyvani

Time Of War

forget the coloring
but don't forget to say goodbye
good bye for the good matters
good bye for the colorful world

in time of war forget about books
in war there going to be a new melody
because war write new note in history



in time of war there no more humans
with new ugly faces and souls
painted with new war colors

in this time every thing painted
painted with your fancy color
the red fancy color of war

in time of war read more about love
teach you self because all masters are dead
color yours room ...

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My Land

i remember yesterday where the rain drubs like bombs
fallowing my dream of arrival home
you can't destroy what i dream
i was think that heaven is above
it look to me the real heaven is in my land

i can see the travailing away boats
all they carry away with them is hopes
some of them crying others weeping

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