It's called LIFE.

listen carefully, to those so simple words ... there are life's questions are tough to answer.
To doubt ones self can make a 'what if' wonder.
The color of love is red but so is the thought of feelings murder. 
One persons perception can be another's deception. 
What is constant...? 
What will remain..? 
Some think time will end and others that heavens promise will begin. 
Can you tell me the definition of love and who really created hate..? 
Can you tell me what friend will always be there no matter what..? 
What about the enemy you should always keep close..! Are they truly your enemy then..? 
What is the meaning of a tear..? 
Does it mean you are no longer sad when you have none left..? 
I know love, have experienced it first hand with you. God has given me that. yet I still wonder about the original plan... O, I forgot to send my congratulations for your winning, and you also forgot to remember that; there is a big 'if' between Love and Endurance. It's called LIFE.

A world forbidden to touch

When the dawn is comes and the sun rise.... the heart Settle and start beating slow as if time its self is slowing down, try to feeling the breeze of the wind, searching for the smelling of that hidden flower in that fogy field...
Feeling one with nature, Feeling lost In happiness but with tears in the eyes makes it so blind, darkness fill the around,
for we knows the truth... This peaceful world is forbidden to touch

Goodbye

Feelings hurt but never die that’s why it hurts to say goodbye, And when love left to live its life... heart wondered how It should survive, close the eyes and a face glowing with a perfect memories replay in mind.
Miss the feeling of that strong embrace, longing to that deep kisses where silence can no longer find.
Once two humans had a love so strong, nothing they could ever do will considered wrong. it's  everything they dreamed love would be... now one lie in these tears, and the other enjoy in the sea.
How could one's has been so blind.?
Was it so desperate for the love he didn’t find.? 
he honestly thought what they had were real, Every promise was nothing but a seal... A promise of eternal faithfulness, A life of constant happiness.
sure she had other plans, now he see, That them 'whatever' was never meant to be. She took the last piece of his heart, Left him broken and not knowing if it was real from the start.
He is living in the shadows of they dreams,  No one hears his cries for help, its seems.... She'll move on and he'll trying too, But he is left shattered and alone by her.
Not thinking he is good enough for anyone, What’s left of his heart is on a constant run.  he doesn’t want to be hurt like this anymore, So he says goodbye to love, to the heart, the core... Yes feelings hurt but never die that’s why it hurts to say goodbye

I miss you

The question is ... Why is love always so feared just start slow in first, then move to 5th gear..?
to run and to hide will keep you at bay, but to try and endure could lead you the right way... even after your heart hits the ground, the sky may be gray, but not love lost.. yet no love found.
I don't want meaningless love, I want something that lasts... but my life as I know ... is like broken glass
I try to pick up the pieces.. they cut me in vein, but I'd rather hurt than feel no pain.
Each time I fall harder than the one before, but regardless of that I'll still hit the floor... and it hurts like hell to be alone but my heart in the meantime will aimlessly grown.
They say whats meant for you.. wont pass you by, but I feel those words are just one more lie, because so much has passed me it couldn't be right
but what can you do... when she's no longer in sight.

Down streets of life

Stopping off and on, never getting what I am looking for -
down streets of life. Streaming down hot, black, tar paved streets, looking for
life to meet my needs.
Seeing sights, beauty, along the way, finding an umbrella once in a while for shade to rest beneath, Losing all hope when looking up ahead at my horizon, because it is too far out of reach.
Standing still within my mind, choices of life cannot be defined, grief from the past, pounding, pressing heavily upon my life's blood, causing pain to fill my tormented mind.
Causing it to turn inside out - searching for the reasons and meaning of it's scattered fragmented existence.
Finding reasons from the past that have brought this lasting impression of what life is about leaving no room for asking questions ... just leaving unsettling doubts creeping out from pages of yesterday's memories.
Debris piled high, giving life the image of being a dump a garbage pile rife with pain.
Standing on the edge ... looking back.... slipping... falling... landing in a heap of death.

Your power is my misery

And when your beloved one asked you ...!
"Just tell me one word to point the way, Then we have time for morphology"
 you should point for the way.. the way of power and misery
Money and power are closely related, everybody need it but for some.. they deeply hated, for you can't pay back in money what your family did for you, you can't repay in kindness, all the tenderness your beloved shows, and when you have too much money! 
People will make themselves blue, easy to pretending, cheating and never will be true, they will do what works best for you... they will call you honey yet money can't buy you happiness the type that last till eternity, it can buy everything for you except to make someone to really love you.
Thousands of years of life ago,
The rain has no power, The wind has no power, The sun has no power, The flood has no power and The drought has no power to destroy humankind bonds, Money did, do and will always be our source of power.... and misery.

Appreciate what still remains

How do we know what path to choose
one determinants our destiny, another determinants our own decisions
which one is wrong
which one is right
should she sacrifice things to get her own decision out or should she goes with the flow and follow her destiny
is she willing to hurt other people to get what she wants, or is she gonna goes by the way god told her where destiny is.
they sky is dark and so is the heart, its like they split the heart in two, but one day She'll find some one better than him, and he hopes she will too.

When I can't trust me..!

I am walking in darkness, even though there is Sun, I am stuck in my tracks, when I am trying to run.... Just the thought of loneliness.. and I am undone.
I write these words, with sadness ripping me apart, Laughter is on my lips, but tears are on my heart... You see, I feel, oh so very much alone, And this feeling goes straight to the core.. to the bone.
For I am surrounded by people who are laughing with me and I hide from them, with plain smiles they can see the simplest of masks, that hides me so well
The purest of disguises, so easy to sell
I am a creature born to help those around me but deep down inside, I face my struggles solitary, Filled with self doubt, with uncertainty
Who Do I turn, when I can't trust me.. I mean, look at this way, look at how I can see it... !!
Who can I trust, if I can't trust my own shit..!
Who can carry me, if I can't walk on my own feet..!
Who else could fulfill such an undaunted feat.!!
So I wipe them away, each and every little tear, Each want, each worry, each misplaced fear
And I trudge on, where fake smiles are founded, Wholly, sorrowfully, and completely alone, yet surrounded.

Giving up life

The wounds began to build up, quicker than I had thought The pain began to amplify, from the lies others had wrought.
I sit alone, in my room, thinking about my life, Backing away, taking a look, at this world of strife.
I lean back in my chair, letting a deep sigh escape, Hearing all those lies replayed on an endless tape
My father telling me about the miracles of fate, How I was a mistake, There was no love, only hate... My whole life has been one wound after another, No matter how much I looked, I couldn't find even a single soul brother.
No one to help me through all my suffering an pain, No one to keep my dry through this world of rain.
So, I sit up here in my room, afraid of the light, Switching it off, not sure how much longer I can fight, Alone in this world, wanting to be set free... Wondering, if anyone in this world would miss me.
And then, 
I think I make my decision, To plunge into the dark world of sin, I finger the tip of a blade, wondering if I should cause a flood to cut into my wrists, open them up and see the blood... or I could just as easily throw the throttle, drive to fast, or take all the pills in the bottle... Could drift away so soft and quiet, Would my passing even cause the smallest of a riot, I can feel the tightening of this world's noose, Tightening around my throat, not letting me loose
I can feel the darkness closing in around me, Blotting out my vision, I don't think I can see... Is this death, is this what it feels like to die?
I don't know what I am doing, I don't know why?
Why did I choose to end it all instead of living?
Now that I am dead, What I am giving?
All those people that i Had let down?
Just because I let my troubles wash me up and I drowned in the sea of my own transgression, When I realize now, I had my own mission... There are people out there, that need me, people who looked at me as their only key.
Then, 
with a gasp, I rise from my sleep, I had been lost, in the world so deep, My unconscious mind had tried to tell.. That if I ended it all, My world would be hell
Even if my whole family tries to destroy, All that i Have built, There is still someone out there, who looks up and sees, A person they can trust, perhaps a hero in me...
So for all of you, who want to end it, who wish to go bye
Think of all that you are leaving behind before you die
Think of your friends, I am sure you have one.
Think of your unborn children, your future daughter or son
Think of the memories you are throwing away
Because you can't hang on for just another day
I know I know, no one knows what you feel, No one has been what you have been through, don't know what is real... Trust me on this, you are completely wrong ?
If you think you are alone, you are singing a false song, You are not alone, other have been where you are, Others have felt worse pain, and have worse scars
And they can live and fight and strive for more, Keep on trucking no matter how sore, Pick themselves up when knocked to the floor because they love memories and just want more.
But this isn't a plea for you to not die.. This is a plea, for you to ask why ?
Instead of looking to the bad looking to the night, To stop dwelling on the dark, and live in the light... Because if you weigh the good with the bad, and look at these things without getting mad, You'll understand that the twenty, forty or less years that are past you, are filled with many fears,
But also, somewhere, there is happiness and joy, So turn up your head, You girl, or you Boy ... And remember all those around you that mean something to you, they love you... and you aren't a toy.
And they, they are the reason you need to keep hold on, move on, carry on and .. and never ever give up.

God only knows

love is magic but magic is an illusion
So is the heart shrouded in a lie, when love enters it..?
An illusion distorting the eye, bear witness to such deception O, such a beautiful lie. 

What is seen is not the truth, what is cannot be said

Trust comes not without seeing nor understanding without words
The wise comprehends with knowledge to the ignorant it is but a wonder
Some worship the formless God
Some worship his various forms
In what way our God is beyond these attributes
Only the Knower knows.. yet that charming music cannot be written, now tell me...!
How can then be.... the notes..?

In time

I don't know when, we'll meet again, at heavens door. 
I only know, we'll be together, as we were before.
Never for a moment, did I forget you.
As you know, that's not easy for me to do. 
You are very dear to my heart, as I, was with you. 
So when the time comes, I'll not be afraid, 
just knowing, I will see you once more. 
What makes it even easier, 
is the fact, you'll be waiting for me, at heavens door ! 

"in the memory of my mother grave"

It will vanish at some point

I'm starting to believe that to some of us 'happiness is just a word', When everything you try turn to fall apart, you become furious and a target of the voices in your head. You watch the time tick listening to its sound as it passes you. Still you remain left alone inside your own shell of nightmares. Becoming far away from the light and the people surrounding you.
You can feel the demons haunting your soul, preying on your thoughts. Life gets really harder as your life get filled with more mistakes, discouragement events, disappointments and failures.
You keep telling yourself that your turn is coming, same words being spoken by your family, father and friends after witnessing the sorrow soul in your face. 
If happiness was a bird, you'd be the first to seize it, hoping to find some comfort to unbroken your heart. But really life gets darker and days more stressing than before. All the motivations are starting to sound like lies. Your faith in your will is slowly becoming nothing, for everything you believe in is not going accordingly. 
So keep calm, even though it doesn't help at all. You've tried your best to succeed, but know I assure you, beating yourself from inside will vanish at some point.

أحياناً يُغرقنا الحزن

أحياناً يُغرقنا الحزن حتى نعتاد عليه، وننسى أنّ في الحياةِ أشياء كثيرةٍ يُمكن أن تسعدنا، وأن حولنا وجوهاً كثيرةً يمكن أن تضيء في ظلامِ أيامنا شمعة، فابحث عن قلبٍ يمنحك الضوء، ولا تترك نفسك رهينةً لأحزانِ الليالي المظلمة.
فمن يقرأ التاريخ لا يدخل اليأس إلى قلبه أبداً، وسوف يرى الدنيا أياماً يداولها الله بين الناس، فالأغنياء يصبحون فقراء، والفقراء ينقلبون أغنياء، وضعفاء الأمس أقوياء اليوم، وحكام الأمس مشردو اليوم، والقضاة متهمون، والغالبون مغلوبون، والفلك دوار، والحياة لا تقف، والحوادث لا تكف عن الجريان، والناس يتبادلون الكراسي، لا حزن يستمر، ولا فرح يدوم... ومن يعلم الغيب لعل اليأس هو آخر محاولة قبل النجاح

I can't grow old without you "Gratitude only for you"

when I was blinded ... You took my hand and showed me the way, 
when I cried over it all ... You took my hand and dried my tears, 
when I questioned our destiny ... You took my hand and helped me understand,
when I was too stubborn to say anything ... You took my hand and mended my mind,
when we remembered my funny mistakes ... You took my hand and made me laugh,
When I was wonder if God has a special plan for me ... You took my hand and made me see,
When you took my hand and made me promise, I’d never walk alone again.
When I takes your hand and never let go, because our love means more than you’ll ever know..!

Come and paint my world, Let's the colors warm my life.

Simple 
is to say And do and love And pray.
Hard 
is to be And to act As an example.
A good soul shows mercy,
A good heart shares compassion,
In and out,
On and on,
When all I should say,
Is 
thank you, 
you paint my world, Let's the colors warm our life.
I miss you, i need you, I love you

let me paint reality

Someone will say It is abstract And for another It is collage
Some may say It is cubism or Impressionism or Surrealism
But no one will say It is absurd, it is a big lie, it is fall of fake people but above all ... Life is like a painting we can not satisfy every viewer.

Day dream door

Once a day and sometimes more
I look out my day dream door
I wished you to come to me in my dreams, and then by day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay... The hopeless longing of the day. 
Inside of me there is snow melting down, and lots of mud and slush around, 
I know the grass will surely sprout and birds and flowers will come about.
But why oh why does it take so long.?
I'm sure the calendar can't be wrong.
Someday Sunshine will fill my heart with cheer
I wish that winter are really here.
Wake up.! 
close the door.!

Good night.! !!!! !!!

I think of my loved one as a shining star,
Looking down with tenderness from afar.
I'm never alone as long as I believe
There are blessings here for me to receive.

never let your ego, lead you to dead end.

Desiring things, decrease their occurrence in perception while potentially increasing
their occurrence in reality.. when there is a point where desireing and potentials gets dead end, and we start to no longer care.. take your time for in this game only death will win.

falling leaves..

Like a candle burning on a window sill
In the darkness of the night admist silence
He lies in quiet desperation in hopes that a falling star will shine its light of mercy upon his broken dream,
It was the high of love that didn't last
The chaotic fluster of emotion drifting from his thoughts, through his veins and into his bleeding heart,
As tears of innocence softly caress his cheek
Falling behind time, upon the candles flames in attempt to dim the fires bright passion,
Reflecting the anger behind a missing kiss, the shadows behind a series of laughter face to face.
Now in a solitude of darkness, with only the glimmer of the moon sneaking through a window
And a flicker of the candle's last light,
A calming fills his soul, like a tree that grows and stands alone,
Strong and mighty against the battles of thunderstorms and fierce winds
A thing of natural ugliness
A piece of art when the sun shines its rays through his falling leaves, 
Even in the darkness of night the moon start to fade away... 
Day after day, alone, tall and strong but 
People will see him; an uglyl tree of failed dreams.