God Gave Me the Gun...

...and then god gave me the gun

He said how many bullets? I said one

He said you must be the man of faith

I said that is gonna be my only wealth

He said this is sign of my grace

You should keep it in a safe place

I said I know love is not a game

After it nothing is gonna be the same

...and then I left the place

With confidence on my face

I knew I was going to

Make love to you

Make love to you

I shot the bullet into your heart

Baby we should never be apart

This is about the gun we all have! God gave us all such a thing to shot the person we love most and make him or her love us! Gun is our power of love. Some people have one bullet some have more. Some used it all and some don't. The thing is not to let it slide away from us, and keep our lives going and don't give up.

Amir Samimi.

July 29th 2008

Driver who died from a cup of coffee!

Sun is still down and my eyes are red
the waitress asks: Do you want some tea instead?

Oh god, I have to drink some coffee somehow.
She said we are out of milk right now.

Look, I have to stay up tonight.
Because, I'm a driver and I have to ride.

I don't want milk anymore.
Just give me that fucking coffee with liqueur.

We don't serve alcohol here, she said.
So, mix it with a shot of espresso, I said.

That can make your stomach upset.
This is none of your business. Do as you're said!

And then she gave me that homely coffee.
On the side there was a good old toffee.

Here we go! My first try!

Wow it's not that bad! But, I'm gonna die!

Happy Nowruz!

Happy Nowruz guys. I wish you best to come.
Take care.
Have a good one.

Give me a sign!

I know that nobody read's my blog. so if you are reading it, give me a sign by leaving me a comment! THNX!

With me!

You will fly. But, with me!
You will cry. But, with me!
You will try. But, with me!

Freedom

Don’t lie to people never again

This can’t solve this problem
It will remain, always the same

It won’t help you this time
Just, let me sit and write this rime
Not only about dying for a dime
But, about death and crime

Look, what is happening to the people
Who is responsible Mr. President or the Evil?
There are many of us struggling
Not to die or become a cripple
If you got pain my pain is triple

They are sick and tired of see you trying
For making their promise land
Go and let us cry while dying
With our hopes in our hand

Now its time for making this happen
Nobody can stop us even with power and slappin’
Raise your hands and say what is going to happen
We want freedom even with making some carpen

By

Amir Samimi

Hello

Hello, my name is Amir Samimi and I've just started my blog on BLOGGER.com. I will post some poems written by myself, and some other stuff. So... BRING IT ON!