Poems from Godcan Irek
When my flesh become dustEverlasting life I haventWondering the streets aloneWaiting for my judgment Thinking about my pastI know I...
Don't overlook our words Spoken through our inks and sheets Don't say we are workless or jobless Many are called but few are chosen Don't...
Our dreams are pertections of our imaginations But our perfected spirit works seems a delay When our homes no longer shelter for a head ...
When the vehicle death comesand my last respect is paidby the ones my mortal call family and friendsbefore my mortality returns to dust ...
Tell the poets to speaklet their inks be heardfor they arent beautitul lharswho's words are pregnantbut the voice to the common Tell the...