Nima Bass Hunter's blog

Remember Me

nimaabromand — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 05:53:44 UT

God blew our lives
Take people to slavery
Changing the world
From heaven to hell

When you fly from your home
It’s your last eyes to your room

My eyes are now so tired
And no longer to see
But dream of my wall
Linger in me
So carry your past
In any rooms of your heart
You’ll never be empty
Of love when you part

When you fly
It’s your last eyes

Then remember me.

Nima

Nightmare

nimaabromand — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 05:51:03 UT

I cross..
Like a phantom
No ghost to see
Under the bed
Don't look for me

I panic..
Crazy in the head
Screams left and right
No.. Don't let me sleep
Too late.. Goodnight

Oh my..
Could I stay awake?
I'm too scared to close
My eyes shut

Into the dark
I'm sorry echoes
Crying all the way
Para, Paranoia Nightmare

You lie..
Like a rhythm
No human to speak
Out of the closet
I look for you

You exit..
Hazy in the eyes
Shouts left and right
Yes.. You went to sleep
Too late.. Goodnight

Oh why..
Wil you hold me?
You laughed so loudly
You couldn't stop

Into the dark
You're sorry echoes
Crying all the way
Para, Paranoia Nightmare

Can this be a dream?
Must this happen to me?
I should be free

Can you accept this?
Will you make a wish?
You won't be around to miss

Speak to me
Whisper to me
Don't hold back every word

Speak to you
Whisper to you
Don't hold back every word

Hush..
A little silence
Creepy into the song

Shush..
A little heavy breathing
Eerie into the song

I cross and panic
Oh my..

You lie and exit
Oh why..

Ease the pain
Into the dark
Dream away
We sleep into..
A Para, Paranoia Nightmare
For the ceiling to make a wide eye stare
(Heartbeat Pounding)

Nima

Illusion

nimaabromand — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 13:33:02 UT

Reflections in the water

Fade and disappear

Illusions that mine eyes can see

But cannot touch nor hear.

And now I come to ask myself

Are you really real?

If I reach out to take your hand

Will it be your hand I feel?

You might be an illusion

My eyes might be decieving me

You could be someone that I made up

A wish, a dream, a fantasy.

Questions like these just make doubt stronger

Creating a kind of inner hunger

In quiet solitude I ponder

Leaving my mind to search and wander.

If life is so much like a dream

And things aren't always what they seem

Then let me walk this road with you

Until our wakening is due.

God? War? Hate?

nimaabromand — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 15:50:42 UT

a lonely heart
a lonely song
a lonely tear now that peace gone
a tortured soul
behind fearful eyes
having to be all that you despise
a dying hope
a raging hate
that you must fight while leaders debate
that you must die for other men's quarrels
the tears of a dying warrior's sorrows

لیل و نهار

nimaabromand — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 18:57:05 UT

پیش از من و تو لیل و نهاری بوده است
گردنده فلک نیز به کاری بوده است
زنهار قدم به خاک آهسته نهی
کاین مردمک چشم نگاری بوده است

The Great Gig In The Sky

nimaabromand — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 08:18:33 UT

And I'm not frightened of dying, anytime will do. I dont mind. Why Should I be frightened of dying?
There is no reason for it, you're gotta go sometimes.
"I never said I was frightened of dying."