Love no one and give nothing.

How can you tell someone you love them and then turn around and bring them down? 
How can you make someone feel like they are on top of the world one day and the next in the worst part of hell? 
What makes a person feel so much affection for another then some much hatred? 
Do we ever really love someone? 
How do you know that you truly love the people you say you do? 
You can't because everyone changes and gives up the good things for something better.
No matter how much you love someone they will always turn there back on you someday.
That is what the world has turned into… A LIE! ! ! 
What happened to 'I will ALWAYS love you? 
What happened to 'We will be together FOREVER? '
What happened to 'No Matter what I will ALWAYS be here for you? 'You give your whole self to someone and they throw you away.
You put everything you have into someone and they just throw it back at you.
Why not just live alone.
Forget about other people.
Why do we need someone else to make us happy? 
Everyone WANTS someone…but do we really NEED them? 
I Love Many but I know they do not feel the deep care for me as I do them.
What do people want? 
What will make them happy? 
What is it that I have to do to show them that I love them and that I need them or I will be nothing without them? 
Why is it so hard to love me back? 
Maybe we should just go on living the way we do, hurting each other everyday pretending like we know 
what love is.
Or maybe we should stop LYING to ourselves and actually love the people around us.
Or maybe we should just not feel anything.
If you don't feel you don't hurt.
Who wants to wake up everyday knowing that someone else they thought they cared about is going to hurt them.
I sure don't.
I am done with love. 
I will go on pretending I know what it is and that I feel it, but I don't really know what it is and I never will, 
because the love that I give to people I never get back.
Love does not exist.
And pain is something that no matter how good you feel will always creep up behind you and take it all away.
Life is worthless without love and no one can love because they will never understand the true mean.
So the lives we live are a waste of life itself.
Love no one and give nothing. 

Moving on

In this world so busy, 
May it be an electron, 
Or it may be an ant, 
May it be star in the sky, 
Or may be planet, 
All are busy in their own journey! 
This world revolves so well, 
Polarity takes place, 
Positive and negative, 
May it be charges or may be human attitude! 
Never judge anyone, 
May you be a judge or not, 
You are limited by time and space, 
What stuff brought you here, 
Brought others also! 
one may be in a hurry, 
may be desperate and in fury, 
You are not here a jury, 
Life is an oven, everyone get baked here! 
No one here can walk straight, 
know thyself and thy fight, 
Be compassionate, 
Everyone is fighting with his own fate! 
No one knows destiny or destination, 
No one knows anyone's state, 
One has to pass through several phase, 
everyone has his own problems to face! 
World is divides into two, 
One can't understand the other, 
No matter on which side one may be
It doesn't matter, 
One is seen and another is seer, 
But can't decide, it is not one way affair, 
One can't decide who is fair or unfair, 
This world is like a big fair! 
One who has won himself will know others! 
electrons and protons, 
North pole or south pole, 
They have their own role! 
Be a neutron, for even neutron, 
To remain as neutron, 
It Has to move, 
stationery will disintegrate, 
So be neutron, move, move move on your way, 
If you rest awhile, you may disintegrate, 
Keep busy always and move till the end! 

Life as you know !!

The past is the past.
So why isn't it ok to ask? 
Finally at last
We all hold fast
to something outlast
only to be harassed
by something miscast.
The present is now.
We must all bow
Because of how
No one may take a bow
We must all allow
For what is going on now.
The future is to come.
It can ruin your life as it falls crumb by crumb
Everything is just so dumb
So i sit and play with my thumb
Because my mood is just so glum
The thoughts of things to come
Just keep me so damn glum. 

Cheating

Thinking without doing
Is just cheating
Doing without thinking
Is also cheating.
Breathing is living
Living is not only breathing
Living is something
Beyond breathing 
Beyond cheating. 

Tonight

"Then we will have tonight!" we said.
"Tomorrow- may we not be dead?"
The morrow touched our eyes, and found
Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
Tomorrow's gone- we'll have tonight! 

Who live by the sea

People who live by the sea understand eternity.
They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the tides, and the saltiness of their blood coresponds with the sea.
They know that the house of flesh is only a sand castle built on the shore,
that skin breaks under the waves like sand under the soles of the first walker on the beach when the tide recedes.
Each of us walks there once, watching the bubbles rise up through the sand
like ascending souls, tracing the line of the foam, drawing our index fingers along the horizon
pointing home.

The cry of my heart

Your hands are not too short
To embrace me
Nor your ears too deaf to listen
To the cry of my heart
I am here for you
Longing to be with you
Listen to the longing of my heart
Listen to the cry of my heart
You lift me up when I was down
You made me strong, when I was weak
You made me whole, when I was broken
You listen to the cry of my heart
This, I promise you
From this day on, 
I will serve you Lord
I will listen to the cry of my heart

freedom

It must be a winding road
On the road to freedom
Freedom not to hurt other people
Freedom with kind words to share
Not to look down, but to lift us up higher
It is not too late..give it a try.

Learn to share

It isn't about what you see with your eyes
when you point them up to the sky's
or what you think is lurking about
in an empty dark house, 
that gives you the shivers, 
that makes you want to shout.
It isn't about what you believe, 
it is about the life you live.
It is about the choices you make, 
about what you give and what you take.
the Divine intelligence is there
you will see it when you learn to share, 
when you learn to give
more then you receive 

Silence

Silence speaks 
Silence screams
Silence talks louder then any word
that cuts true the heart like a sword.
Silence echoes in my ears
to my eyes it brings tears
Silence drives me around the bend
what's the problem i don't understand
Silence is a weapon of your choice
To cut trough my heart like a sword
with out saying a single ward 

My ignorance

When wisdom is lost what do we use to find it? 
If the head is cut why should the cap become prominent? 
Where the wall is broken, who clamors for keys? 
When the man is burnt who still looks for beard? 
'Tis only a fool that looks for the mark of cut in water
He only can look for the tracks of flight of birds
Or better still want to know what the corpses eat in the grave.
When wisdom is lost, the elders dance naked in the markets
Passing calabashes of palm wine in merriment.
Sleeping while riding their bicycles.
Where wisdom is lost the cobra looks like a rope; 
Yes an ill wind that blows no one good
Oh why should the footless die fighting for shoes? 
Or the toothless die for bones? 
I am confused. Yes logically paralyzed.
On the wheel chair of wisdom, I see
Where the elders defecate in the open
On paths where their off springs tread, 
And in market squares where it must be
That in four days they must be back
When the offenses of odor its peak just reached
That means logic stand on its head
Wisdom lost its path
Then in the town of the blinds, 
Where a one eyed man is found, 
Who shall be the king? 
Let the young flies be warned, 
The animal that is slow lives longest in the forest.
But it needs little wisdom to know, 
That is the fly that is ill advised
That enters the grave with the corpse.
When you prove me wrong, 
My apologies I will tender; 
And my ignorance I must admit.
Before warned, I was told, is before armed. 

Come to me

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong

I love you

No words I write can ever say How much I miss you every day. 
As time goes by, the loneliness grows; How I miss you, nobody knows! 
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name, But all I have are memories And photos in a frame. 
No one knows my sorrow, 
No one sees me weep, 
But the love I have for you Is in my heart to keep. 
I've never stopped loving you I'm sure I never will; 
Deep inside my heart, You are with me still. 
Heartaches in this world are many But mine is worse than any. 
My heart still aches as I whisper low, 'I need you and I miss you so.' The things we feel so deeply 
Are often the hardest to say, But I just can't keep quiet any more, So I'll tell you anyway.
There is a place in my heart
That no one else can fill; I love you so, Dad, And I always will. 

To my daughters

A Dad is a person who is loving and kind, 
And often he knows what you have on your mind.
He's someone who listens, suggests, and defined.
A dad can be one of your very best friends! 
He's proud of your triumphs, but when things go wrong, 
A dad can be patient, helpful and strong In all that you do, 
A dad's love plays a part.
There's always a place for him deep in your heart.
And each year that passes, you're even more glad, 
More grateful and proud just to call him your dad! 
Thank you, Dad... for listening and caring, 
for giving and sharing, but, especially, for just being my dad 

In Africa

In Africa the lion is no more
The jungle not his home
For he now opens a door
The corridors of power he is seen to roam
In Africa the monkey has left his tree
In Africa the snake no longer hides in the grass
In Africa bird and beast are all but gone

Too-quick

We move, the wheel must always move,
Nor always on the plain,
And if we move to such a goal
As wisdom hopes to gain,
Then you that drive, and know your Craft.
Will firmly hold the rein,
Nor lend an ear to random cried,
Or you may drive in vain,
For some cry ‘Quick’ and some cry ‘Slow’
But, while the hills remain,
Up hill ‘Too-slow’ will need the whip,
Down hill ‘Too-quick’ the chain. 
Politics

Our hidden place

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves
a place where we go to get away, 
To think things through, to be alone.to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings, 
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes, all our needs, 
all our dreams
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design, 
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel, and to share all the reason, all the uncertainty, and all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm, 
Then quietly settles down in there own corner of our special place.
Where a bit of themselves will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend

Watching the sky with lifeless eyes.

Thanks for wishing away our whole lives;
How would you like it if it was your life?
So let us lie down and close our eyes,
While we wipe our names from golden slates.
A timeless passion equalized,
While the days roll by uncompromisable.
Hands age, eyes weep,
As thirty years goes by in a heartbeat,
And a lifetime in one week.
Not so long ago the days were long,
But today the sun leaves us prematurely,
While the sky says farewell to brothers.
Thanks for looking us in the eyes,
And telling us all the lies,
That seemed so true once upon a time.
Let us stay ageless upon a world so ageist,
And perform in a world that’s stageless,
With all eyes on one life,
Will we ever noticed your life,
Watching the sky with lifeless eyes. 

O.. Forever, still only seconds

One day to remember where we come from, 
The revolutions of joy and sorrow, 
That spin the earth, 
Make lives, take lives.
One week to look back and laugh, 
Because though it hasn't been long, 
It will soon be long, 
And we'll be waving goodbye for the last time.
One month to find ourselves lost again, 
For sitting here is getting old, 
Watching the faces age and break, 
But so be the shattering effects of life and time.
One year to find ourselves aging for the last time
The cycles of one life, 
Become the end of one life, 
But still the fantasy lives on.
Ten years to feel nostalgic, 
Let the clouds take us down, 
For the days were plenty, 
But still we stood broken.
100 years for death to do us part, 
We came, we left, 
But is the world any less blind? 
Or were all the moments just moments.
1000 years to watch the world crumble, 
And realize life is inferior, 
To what it could be, 
To what it should be.
One million years and still only seconds have passed. 

I wonder if we were ever meant to fly.

Sometimes the whole world spins out of control, While 
sometimes everything seems to makes sense. But sense is just man’s perception of sanity.
Sometimes life’s simplicity are deceivingly so. 
Sometimes complication fades away into the night, A time of solitude and unawareness. 
Sometimes the night’s a place of all-knowing, The answer to Nbms’s knot.
Sometimes we can’t save ourselves, 
Sometimes we need a golden angle... An angel to fly down from the heavens and cast a shadow of forgiveness.
Sometimes angels don't have time to save humanity, 
Sometimes humanity can’t be saved.
Sometimes pain doesn't lead to perfection just more pain.
Sometimes practice doesn't make perfection just mediocrity.
Sometimes what we want more then anything is the one thing we can’t have.
Sometimes the slightest ray of hope becomes a moment of certainty.
Sometimes we wake up and realize that it’s all a dream, The prospect of impossibility rears once more.
Sometimes we realize we were never asleep.
Sometimes the possibility of salvation is enough to make those most sane to ask questions, Questions of conditional importance
Sometimes time stops .. Stops without a whisper, Without warning or heed.
Sometimes we aren't ready for reality to reset.
Sometimes dreams are just dreams .. But sometimes they are gateways .. Gateways to our desires .. Desires hidden beneath denial and sanity.
Sometimes it would be easier to lose sanity, Lose it on an unlit trail. A trail that the lucky few venture, And none speak of.
Sometimes false annulments keep us from speaking our thoughts, Keep us from telling are deepest desires.
Sometimes only the earth listens when the sky is the only one you want.
Is it ... sometimes better to settle for second ? 
When first place prize is more then a medallion, More then oxidized metal.
Sometimes first is life.
Sometimes second is regret, 
Regret for not telling the sky your thoughts, 
Regret of staying earthbound.
Sometimes the sky is more then clouds and sometimes those clouds make faces, The faces of our dreams.
Sometimes a face is all it takes to stop the world from spinning.
Sometimes a face is all it takes To keep us all on the ground.
Sometimes I wonder if we were ever meant to fly. 

Last photo

For all these photos made us laugh once, 
But today they’re just photos.
All these picturesque titles tell a story, 
But no one knows how to tell it.
All these names are meaningless, 
But still we learn them to heart
And tomorrow they’ll come to pass.
For all the angels have fallen today, 
But still we say nothing more.
Without silence we’d never recognize, 
All the thoughtless gestures.
For all these songs made us cry once, 
But today we’re as hard as stone, 
And as translucent as the rain that falls.
Not everyday is worth living, 
But they all must be lived; 
To find the days that are.
For these words made us smile once, 
But we all read beyond literary masterpieces
From time to time.
The hollow shells will float to the surface, 
If we’re ever going anywhere.
The truth goes done hard, 
When our heads are clear for once; 
But I guess it beats, a lifetime of denial. 

To the rest of our life.

The visions of the past whirl by at untold speeds; This is more then moving forward; This is leaving the past behind, Forever.
Forever the memories will feel incomplete.
Forever the passion will burn on.
Forever the past will haunt us.
The rain washes out the smiles; But the only tears are those of
What will soon be, And what has been.
The only smiles are those of one last mountain.
But isn't there always one last mountain; One more reason to fight.
The rain washes out the smiles but we’re still laughing.
Spirits may not be dampened with such a routine simplicity.
The rain washes out the smiles but isn't it great; Realizing we’re all human.
In a time too close to death finding exhaustion is impossible.
In such a time lives are built, And memories are never lost.
In such a time
Re-sculpted thoughts don’t need new inspirations.
Once upon a time we all woke up lost; Scared in the dark with no trails to follow, 
But what a trail it would have been, What a stage it could have been.
How long does it take to realize ?
That this comes around once in a lifetime ? 
No matter how long it takes it will come.
It always comes when we least expect it.
Sometimes being bored is enough to send us tears; Tears of joy, Joy in remembrance.
Who among us can’t move mountains given the chance ? 
Given the motivation.
Given the opportunity.
Three days of freedom.
Doesn't it feel like a month ? 
Through freedom isn't there always one more chance to escape? 
To find a place we have been told about since birth but have never witnessed; Never thought to be true.
When was it ? 
When was the first moment that we realized this is where we want to be.
When was it ? 
Not as long ago as it seems. 
Even months can be broken, Broken into minutes, Seconds, Milliseconds.
200 thousand more seconds of chasing; Trying to keep from drifting too far and losing one more chance; One more chance that never happened but was relived until it felt real.
Where were we when the rain started ? 
Because we sure as hell weren't here.
Where were we when the rain stopped ? 
Because it must have been the worst moment of our lives.
Perhaps we all have three faces;  Three souls; Three chances for redemption.
We all can’t talk at once 
We all have to listen at times; Listen to what we don’t want to hear but what we know is true.
Sometimes we portrait ourselves badly but we’ll wake.
The next day will always bring new fortune.
The next day will always bring new opportunity.
The next day will always bring us one day closer; Closer to where we want to be; The place we thought we left but now realize we can never truly leave.
It’s not truly the end; It’s never the end.
The moments live on through history; 
The frustration will never truly disappear; 
The hopes will never be vanquished; 
Intelligence will never be questioned.
It’s not really over
When you wake up surrounded by the past everyday for the rest of your life. 

Don't forget the honesty,

Don't forget the honesty, 
That was once surrounding; 
Honesty in a sea of panic, 
Innocent in deaths eyes.
For to him your just
Another passenger on a
Never ending train ride.
Don't Forget to live; 
Don't forget to breath, 
In the fallen wasteland
That has become, 
Which will always be. 
Don't Forget to live

One More Time

How can we change ourselves from one night, When so many have come and gone? 
How can we remember our thoughts, When so many have passed us by? 
With a bow of our head, and a glance from the faint of heart, 
The light shines right on through; Continuing on its own desolate path.
How could we have forgotten the faces the brought us here, When it’s them we face, thank and idol.
How can we expect you to know what we’re thinking, When we ourselves are left clueless? 
Because when the stony walkways are covered in rain, 
With just a flicker of fear and terror. When the faces have long but vanished
The path will become slippery, As they all do eventually.
Who is strong enough to stare into the eyes of a stranger, 
And say those three words we never seen coming from ourselves? 
Let us ride our emotions for as long as we’re breathing, Because too many times have we gave into the guilt, That we question thoroughly, and decisively.
When the door closes a lifetime will begin, 
And we too will lose ourselves.
For who will save us all in times of separated shoulders and swallowed pride? 
Today three is the theme of our lives, And through three we live, lie and breathe.
Through hollow truths and shallow thoughts, 
We live to curse ourselves in consciousness; 
For it was these three faces that told us three lies, 
About three cities that we thought we knew.
Today all our guilt stands by, falls through and becomes just.
The past can never leave us, Just like the future may never be outran.
Which ever way sanctity lies, Yours have become even more impressive.
Yet again we thank you for your daring tricks, 
That carries us on but somehow reminds us, Of the one thing that’s missing, 
The one thing we always leave behind, And picture before we fade away.
It’s about time we whisper these three words that are long overdue, 
Because you will never know what we’re thinking, 
When we don't know ourselves.

An answer to a problem

In searching for an answer to a problem, 
We look for someone to solve them. 
We search and search and no one's there, 
we keep on looking in our despair. 
Where do we turn, who will help us out? 
I need some answers to my questions we shout. 
An answer came from the clouds above, 
that's all you have to do is look to God in love. 
So, if you are looking for someone to 
answer your problem, 
look to God and he will solve them.