Breakfast

And she asked me, something for her breakfast,
With a menu, o, i don't remember.. 
Birds, birds everywhere,
flying through the sky without care.
Reminding us how graceful life can be,
as they fly from tree to tree.
Singing so very happily

Traveling with the "I"

we often loose who we are, we sometimes loose our selves to gain someone, we don't deserve we stand by and observe but we can't react to this we live
sometimes you find your self on the edge of a cliff, so fast with no ability to drift
you hide in the darkness so no one could know, hiding so no one can realize. Realize that this is killing you, your heart dies, too many mountain, unable to climb
broken no wings to fly, hurt with no reason, close to die
you keep asking your self just why, you may scream, you may cry but it just won't go away no matter how you try..
And you'll still have that need to cry, still have tears drooling down from the eye, and you still ask why ... So never lose who you are.. never forget the "I"

Me, To, I and the mirror

Woman in my mirror tell me what you see, The world of beauty in your eyes for all the world to see.
Do you see the laughter that lines your shining eyes, or the way they sparkle brightly each time that you cry.!!
If you looked into their depths can't you see the life you've led, don't you see the strength in there
That keeps you focused... straight ahead
When you look into that mirror..
Can see how she looks at you,
Can you see the questions hidden there as she wonders who you are "to"..!!
Do you see her slender shoulders that carry the weight of the world, the way she holds her arms about.. and stands there closely furled.
Do you not see that tiny waist.. o.. Or the pert uplifted breasts, or they way her heart beats strongly.. Hidden there, inside her chest..!
Can't you hear the echo of her passionate cries.!
Can't you see her curving legs so tender and yet so strong, Why do you only see the things you think are wrong.!
Go deeper with me.. into the woman inside, that stands before you in the mirror,
Take a good long look before death draws us nearer.
See ..
The goodness in your heart
The kindness in your soul,
Look behind the cracks and chips to the woman standing whole.
Beauty lies beneath the surface and is not just skin deep, It's in the laughter of your soul and in the tears that make you weep.
It's in the way you hold close a child as she cries,
It's in the way you comfort him and dry the tears from his eyes.
It's in the way you hold your man and bring forth his passionate cries,
It's there in how he hold you and kiss the tears from your eyes.
The beauty that you posses shines thru in all you do, look into that mirrored face the beauty there is calling "me"
And between "to" and "me" you lost the site of I.

Let me love me as I love you.!!

Sometimes I walk without seeing, I see without knowing, I live without learning, I learn without showing.
Sometimes I pay no attention to what lies on the road ahead,
Sometimes I just rush in where the angels fear to tread.
Sometimes I listen real well to words that others souls speak,
Sometimes I dont hear reason, when my heart is feeling weak.
Sometimes when it rains, I see the sound that it makes, it floods my heart because of my mistakes.
Sometimes when it snows, I hear it's gentle sound, as it falls like silent thunder everywhere.. upon the ground.
Sometimes when I see you I think I'm really seeing me, because sometimes life's not really all it would seem to be.
Sometimes it all gets muddled from black and white to gray, sometimes that path to righteousness just doesn't lead the way.
Sometimes before I know it I find me standing in the light, because when I get lost you should set me right.
Sometimes when I think that all in my life is gone
I look and see you standing waiting there within the dawn.
Sometimes when I'm feeling that I'm running out of time, you're love helps me see that I can run to you sometimes.
Sometimes you will save me and keep me safe from harm, But sometimes you'll just guide me and lead me by the arm to show me that just sometimes I need to make my way for sometimes lessons learned come about in the hardest ways.
But sometimes I needs you.. hold me, and never regret when you sets me free, So that sometimes I can find my way back to loving me.. 

wishes..

I wish you enough rain to fall you in love, No need the passionate plea of above
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your desire, No need to ask to require
I wish you enough joy to keep you alive, No matter how toughly you survive
I wish you enough sun to keep you bright
No matter how dark is your night

A kiss..

Darkness flood the light.. from dawn converged, trying to hold onto.. everything we deserve,
Changes came to our lives and crosswords emerged, fell in pieces for our dreams.. which stayed reserve.
In pulse.. beat emotions.. on the road full of promises, but a kiss.. will say it all, for no other words.. can push you become convenienced.

Speachless.. "home"

In the twilight where no one hears me, when stars are all deaf to respond, like a cloak that hides the coolness,, 
of the night that leaves nothing except footsteps.. a careless whispering .. Home.. 
Home is such a little word, Which covers such a lot, From the old man in his easy chair, to the baby in his cot.
It doesn't have to be a place of antiques, gold or splendor,
Just a simple little cottage, full of joy and truth, and candour.
Where from understanding parents you learn, the right from wrong.
Where you are taught to be upstanding and grow up brave and strong.
Home is where you learn to share the respect spreading forgiveness with so much care
To see each others point of view and be as tolerant as you can.. for It is a place of love and laughter,
Of grumbles, frowns and tears.. but when as one, so .. whatever.
Its a place you are always welcome to, matter how you are,
It will put its arms around you, for home means love and care.
A meeting place of families,
where somebody always there,
Where you don't have to pretend,
Where you never feel a stranger,
And you are welcome to the end.
So boys and girls, if you have strayed, and on the street do roam, kind and anxious parents are calling out come home, to a place where you will find peace of mind and you will never walk alone,
For you are very very special .. in your own home sweet home.

The need,

Under the cover of religious, political ambitions played a dirty role yet the price only payback through innocent people bloodshed.
Once upon a time were, 
Necessity is the mother of invention ..  
But while there is nothing left to humans but ambitions, to become in time
Necessity is the mother of all the world corruption,
And under the lid of humans need
Corruption systems can bend so many weakness heads.

Nobody care..

Nobody cares about the way i feel
Nobody cares about the pain people suffer
Nobody cares about children who get hurt
Nobody cares if the world isn't a happy place
Nobody cares if i cant control my fears
Nobody cares if i cry myself to sleep
Nobody cares if angels look after you
Nobody cares about animals being treat wrongly
Nobody cared when i needed someone to talk to
Nobody cared when all i wanted was peace
Nobody cares about how life goes on
Nobody cares ! ! !
Will people stop war.?
Will people stop the hate.? 
Will people stop deed and search only for what they need .?
Would you stop to think in yourself for a while and care..!
Would you stop your vanity and care..!!
God only knows and time will tell..!!!

woman’s heart

See the river flow towards the endless sea
Like time that passes by into eternity
Never coming back to alter history
Tell me of what use Is man’s explore the space blindly
If he cannot unravel the mystery of a woman’s mind clearly
He might as well traverse the path of the earth, or even count the sands of the sea
For no other purpose than to boast of its futility
May it be known to men, That all pursuits herein, no matter how lofty
Shall in no way surpass the triumph of winning
And the victory of taming a woman’s heart

A dream

I dreamed of time beyond, Where children can run free, Where snakes feed along with lambs ... No hunters, No prey, All of us full of humanity
I dreamed of distant lands, Where women fear no more, where all with love endorse,
Where no one cries, and by God hands we only dies.. where justice is for all.
For mortals must win, Against all our sin, When this oracle begins.

Peace on you.

Terrorism has no religion

How many Muslims does ISIS have to slaughter before people will stop calling the group “Islamic” anything? Seriously, can someone please tell me the number of innocent Muslim men, women, and children who have to die at the hands of ISIS before people will realize that ISIS is truly unIslamic and arguably anti-Islamic?…

To be honest, how many have heard about the details of ISIS slaughtering of Muslims? In 2014 in Iraq alone, can you guess how many Muslims civilians—not fighters, civilians—ISIS killed? At least 4,325. ISIS is murdering an average 12 Muslim civilian men, women, and children every single day…

ISIS is not about the tenets of Islam. Their religion is power.
Those aren’t just my words. In September, more than 120 Islamic scholars and clerics wrote a letter to ISIS in both English and Arabic denouncing ISIS and its invoking of Islam to justify its horrific actions. They even explained in great detail how ISIS is violating the Quran and teachings of the Prophet Muhammad, concluding that ISIS is truly unIslamic…
… there’s no such thing as “radical Islam.” There is only one Islam. But there are radical Muslims. And there are Muslims who engage in terrorist acts. They are called terrorists. That is the proper way to describe them.

Every time an act of terror or shooting occurs, Muslims closely watch the news with extreme trepidation praying that the suspect is not Muslim. This is not because these terrorists are likely to be Muslim but rather because in the instances where they happen to be, we see amplified mass media coverage and extreme unjustified hatred towards Muslims.

As a Muslim, I am tired of condemning terrorist attacks being carried out by inherently violent people who hijack my religion. I am tired of condemning these attacks to people who are calm and apathetic when Muslims are killed by these same radicalized terrorists.

I am tired of hearing the word “terrorist” not being used when the suspect in a terrorist attack is a non-Muslim. I am tired of the “mentally disabled” excuse being recycled when the suspect in a terrorist attack is a Caucasian. I am tired of seeing hundreds of terrorist attacks carried out by non-Muslims not get the same coverage of even a single terrorist attack where the suspect happens to be Muslim.

Above it all, I am tired of having to repeatedly say that Muslims are not terrorists. It is time we silence this Islamophobia with facts. My next five points will prove once and for all that Muslims are not terrorists:

1. Non-Muslims make up the majority of terrorists in the United States: According to the FBI, 94% of terrorist attacks carried out in the United States from 1980 to 2005 have been by non-Muslims. This means that an American terrorist suspect is over nine times more likely to be a non-Muslim than a Muslim. According to this same report, there were more Jewish acts of terrorism in the United States than Islamic, yet when was the last time we heard about the threat of Jewish terrorism in the media? For the same exact reasons that we cannot blame the entire religion of Judaism or Christianity for the violent actions of those carrying out crimes under the names of these religions, we have absolutely no justifiable grounds to blame Muslims for terrorism.

2. Non-Muslims make up the majority of terrorists in Europe: There have been over one thousand terrorist attacks in Europe in the past five years. Take a guess at what percent of those terrorists were Muslim. Wrong, now guess again. It’s less than 2%.

3. Even if all terrorist attacks were carried out by Muslims, you still could not associate terrorism with Islam: There have been 140,000 terror attacks committed worldwide since 1970. Even if Muslims carried out all of these attacks (which is an absurd assumption given the fact mentioned in my first point), those terrorists would represent less than 0.00009 percent of all Muslims. To put things into perspective, this means that you are more likely to be struck by lightening in your lifetime than a Muslim is likely to commit a terrorist attack during that same timespan.

4. If all Muslims are terrorists, then all Muslims are peacemakers: The same statistical assumptions being used to falsely portray Muslims as violent people can be used more accurately to portray Muslims as peaceful people. If all Muslims are terrorists because a single digit percentage of terrorists happen to be Muslim, then all Muslims are peacemakers because 5 out of the past 12 Nobel Peace Prize winners (42 percent) have been Muslims.

5. If you are scared of Muslims then you should also be scared of household furniture and toddlers: A study carried out by the University of North Carolina showed that less than 0.0002% of Americans killed since 9/11 were killed by Muslims. (Ironically, this study was done in Chapel Hill: the same place where a Caucasian non-Muslim killed three innocent Muslims as the mainstream media brushed this terrorist attack off as a parking dispute). Based on these numbers, and those of the Consumer Product Safety Commission, the average American is more likely to be crushed to death by their couch or television than they are to be killed by a Muslim. As a matter of fact, Americans were more likely to be killed by a toddler in 2013 than they were by a so-called “Muslim terrorist”.

When a drunk driver causes a car accident, we never blame the car manufacturer for the violent actions of that driver. This is because we understand that we cannot blame an entire car company that produces millions of safe vehicles just because one of their cars was hijacked by a reckless person who used it to cause harm. So what right do we have to blame an entire religion of over 1.6 Billion peaceful people because of the actions of a relatively insignificant few?

I will not deny that terrorism is a real threat, it definitely is. However, it is extremely incorrect to associate the words “Muslim” and “terrorist” when literally all the facts implore you to do otherwise. The only way that we as Americans can defeat terrorism at home and across the world is by accurately targeting its root causes. There have been 355 mass shootings in the United States this year and falsely blaming Muslims for the San Bernardino shooting will do absolutely nothing to address this serious problem. It is time that we begin addressing terrorism on an educated and factual level.

As an American Muslim, I plead you all to deeply consider the facts mentioned here the next time you see a news headline about Muslims and terrorism. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that”. We cannot allow the disparity in media coverage to blind us from the facts and turn us into hateful people, we are smarter than that.

Love is unfair,

Love is a divine gift from God,
A burst feeling of admiration,
And thickens to infatuation,
That deepens into the very core of our imagination.
Love is great.. when it's grow
Love is kind... when we can bow
Love is patient.. to except what other's do.
Love is cruel.. without a destination to go.
Love is mysterious.. there is no need to why, how.. should i know..!
Love is unexpected.. a boat without a shore,
Love is unfair.. when you are poor.
Love is a pain-killer or pain-maker.. for that it's last.
Love is a challenge.. for this i lose so many battles.
Love is a game.. both are loser or both are winning .
Love has no boundaries.. so come on, let us swimming,
Love has no age bracket..
Love has no races
And above all...
Love is powerful.
Lucky are those who are in love,
For they feel being loved,
Not all are fortunate to be loved,
For there are people who are all out of love.

Family is a renwable river

The baby sighed at her mother's breast
Eyes closed, contented enough now to sleep
The daughter sighed as she closed her books
Now the rest of the day was hers' at last
The young woman sighed against her mans' chest
A sigh that said I know I'm safe and loved
The mother sighed as her baby sighed
Tired, yet strangely happy with the constant demands
The grandmother sighed as she dusted the photographs
Of her smiling grandchildren, growing up so fast
The grandfather sighed as the latest arrival
Was carefully laid in his old loving arms
Not many years left now for future plans
But in exchange for a future, the rich past
his mind, is a book full of treasured memories..
once he said to me .. that there's a lot more pleasure in the wanting, than the getting.. I couldn't reply him with agree or disagree but now.. I..
I disagree, for over the years so many dreams have disappeared
And many plans and ambitions were never allowed to come to frutition
Life always seemed to find a way of putting obstacles in my path
Doing what other people wanted and what other people asked
At times I've felt as if I were a ship just drifting on endless seas
Yet I have never given up the hope of finding that longed for harbor
For some day, my time will come
I'm certain that it will.. but until then, the way we treat our families is a story we ink it and someday our children will read it to us..

Midnight moon

Midnight, always a magical time for a story of long ago, When men believed in witches and fairies, basilisks, dragons and unicorns, So, when the moon arose
Above leafless trees, stark in the light ...
Shut out alone, a man shivers
Shunned by family and friends
He fears what will happen, if the moon is full for they have labeled him a were-wolf..
You call out my name.. Yes, I hear you and wonder why..!!
I can do nothing to ease your pain
I cannot help you, here beyond the grave
Would I, if I was still alive, I doubt it, for where my body lies
Is where you put me, before my time. 
Now i becomes someone, something i used not to be with a dark and tortured soul, doomed to wander forever through this world, until I am ready to make an end.
But that end is not yet awhile, So I'm warning you, be sensible
Flee while you still have the chance, from now on, only walk in the sun
Don't look to take me by the hand, Talking all the time of love
For if I let you walk me home tonight...
My goodnight kiss will be..., The last thing you'll ever know.
Midnight.. always a
Magical time for
Story.

Payback

When you cannot help the person you most want to help you are frustrated and angry at yourself, 
you write a small note about it .. And then go deep into the cave of your own loneliness, And scream out of the top of your lungs to God about why you are expected to do the job God should be doing..
You write a small note.. And in writing it, Try to forget your failure, your impotence, your impatience, your anger, your stupidity, your total hopelessness.
You try to comfort yourself by describing how you feel and in this too.. you can't find salvation.. once i was that one, now.. I payback for my sin.

Hope for everyone

Everyone is different from me and you
Everyone is different it is true
Everyone is different in color and size
Everyone is different cause some are honest and some tell lies
Everyone is different and want to stand out
Everyone is different and wants to play, scream and shout
Everyone is different in hopes, religions and culture
Everyone is different some is kind, good but even he has a heart, O; whom..!! i meant the butcher
Some people can't because they are pushed around, or maybe because it the color, size or the way they sound.

useless letters..!

thirty two years ago, when i start to study English language, i was wondering about who's  idea was it, to put the silent letters in words ? 
It makes no sense to me. When the word is said, you hear it, phonetically. Why do we need the k in knee ? If you leave the k out, doesn't it still sound, like it's supposed to be.!!
 How about the word plumber ? 
What is the b, supposed to be there for.!! 
As far as I'm concerned, the b, shouldn't be in there anymore. 
Putting all these extra letters in words, is utterly confusing. For those trying to learn the english language, it's anything, but amuzing. the point is everything should be kept simple, so it's easier to pronounce and easy to spell. If they would have left it alone, without using those extra letters,
we all would have done, very well!
is that clear..!! like I said, simple life not a simple life just when you through out all those usless letters from your mind.!

Real life, letter with forgiveness

What means more than the word 'love'. is the affection and care you show someone. You can throw all the 'I Love You's' out the window and it wouldn't take away from all the little 'I love you's' that kindness can say But 'I love you' rolled off my tongue meant to make you feel happy and not push you away
Anyway...
You make me feel so nice when I'm in your grace So serene the feeling when I see your face and most of all I feel the emotions in your heart and from you I wish to linger and don't rush to part When we were confronted with Stay or Go
I stayed for you...regardless of love and I know you know Its says something more than 'I love you' It says that I care and I hope in time it feels inside you
that you're someone special to me
Our age is likely to get in our way But God didn't make our hearts that way
they feel things we can't even say and do so in a timeless way as when the sun shines on the earth and warms it as it passes each day You just touch me in a cosmic special way And when I look at the stars in the sky I say God Bless You to you, far away I'm thankful that you came my way
I don't wish hold what isn't mine but your smoky eyes I hope to look into for precious moments in time and your soft hand I hope to hold someday if only for a while so that I can recall it in days ahead with heartfelt smile
I know more than most that life is fragile and rare and it hurts me more than anything in the world to imagine you not being there I'm happy to be the smallest part of your life you don't have to ponder being my wife
I snore not in my sleep and I can be messy
and I typically wear jeans and boots more than I'd dressy but I'm more than most men and have a few good traits I can swap and engine and fix brakes!
and I'm good at putting my foot in my mouth and making big mistakes But when I see you sad or crying I'll do whatever it might take to make you smile again a real one....not fake!
My little darling I just want to think somehow you'll always be there in some form to know that you love me and care there's much I know in life that's been hard and unfair and that's just why I care I'd miss you too much if you weren't there so can I stick around and stay in your hair?
We might be an unusual one... but somehow we make a nice pair, So hold my hand and don't be afraid .. This might be one to the best mistakes we ever made!
Later in life we can laugh lest we cry whatever happens lets be close and never say goodbye. I love you's may be overrated but Cupid shot me in the rib anyway
when I fell as I skated!
So laugh and be happy .. its OK
We'll talk many times anyway your pal I'm going to stay unless you decide to toss me away Maybe one day we'll go outside together and play and that to me will surely be a happy day, so this last thing I don't want to miss whenever we meet we'll greet with a warm hug and a kiss and whatever we happen to do or say
we'll part the same way because you're a wonderful woman so soft and I just want you to know
I love you.! .....oow sorry!
Shooo.....well, maybe it will eventually show.

Snowfall heart

The snowfall is so silent, so slow, bit by bit, with delicacy it settles down on the earth and covers over the fields.
The silent snow comes down white and weightless; snowfall makes no noise, falls as forgetting falls, flake after flake.
It covers the fields gently They come down blossoming but then so quickly they are gone; they bloom only on the peak, above the mountains, and make the earth feel heavier when they die inside.
Snow, delicate snow, that falls with such lightness
on the head,
on the feelings,
come and cover over the sadness that lies always in my reason why .!! 
Why i fall in love with the snowfall heart..!

Silent minds

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred.. delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find..!
How should another know your mind..!
Will he discern what quickens you..!
A thought once uttered is untrue... Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred.. drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone within your soul a world has grown, the magic of veiled thoughts that might, be blinded by the outer light, drowned in the noise of day, unheard... take in their song and speak no word.

behind every great man there is a great woman

We used to say; behind every great man there is a great woman
I say;
why is that great woman standing behind that great man.!!
Why can't that great woman be beside or God forbid in front of that great man.!
I'm sure, 
if the great woman was in front of the great man the world would be a much better place.
They used to say; that the man would be intimidated, jealous, you egomaniac!
So its been said that a great woman needs a great man like a fish needs a bicycle.
So i say to all those great woman out there step out of that shadow and give yourself permission to glow, to shine so brightly that .. you blind that great man to the rest of his life.

When happines come..!

When the great eagle soars and the mighty bear roars, The dragon awakes from her sleep.
When the Serpent's released and the Lion's reign ceased, The old whales retreat to the deep.
When the ground starts to quake and the oceans do shake, Then the full moon eclipses the sun.
When clouds growl with their thunder and the winds charge with blunder, then all the stars from heaven will surrender.
When the Earths blood will flow as its heart beat does slow, from pretending of mankind minds. Then blah blah slips away into death and decay, Through the hourglass the last of the sands.
When the darkness of day hides the seasons away, You will know that he finally came... But your fear of the night is to trust not to fight, for in the light he will hide his faces in shame.
For your debt has been paid by the one was betrayed.
So thou shall not cry yet do not forget to ask yourself why, this gift has been given to you.
You will see the new day as the darkness gives way, A safe heaven, on earth, will appear not fortune but with no fear, oW
But before that eve dawns pick out all your thorns, and let all your hate disappear.
Because when all this is done
The new kingdom shall come, and your soul shall hold; 
Whole, a love so pure and clear.

Speak

In the midst of the storm, standing I, and still the tears flowing down my eyes,
knowing that I am still so meek, that I won't be able to speak.
But I have to gather some dare, to show how much I care,
and how much I appreciate, so as to make her rejuvenate.
This time I had to tell, as I don't want to knell,
and to make it useless speaking, and to make the words loose its meaning.
Speak before it becomes useless speaking, speak before the words loose its meaning,
speak before the very end, speak before we will sadden.

Fold your wings and sing a recognizable melody

Why does the Caged bird sing..!!
How can its days be so bright with such a dark surrounding.!!
How can its pain sound so beautiful?
look inside and see the tears, feel the pain.
100 needles will only compare to one singing note.
1,000 tears will only compare to one minute within one confinement.
10,000 sorries will only compare to one hour without light.
100,000 fears will only compare to one dawn without love.
1,000,000 words of wisdom will only compare to one damned day as a caged bird
but
100 needles will never take away the songs sang.
1,000 tears will never give back the time spent away.
10,000 sorries will never shed light on the hours lost in darkness.
100,000 fears will never repair the loss of love and feelings of loneliness.
1,000,000 words of wisdom will never give a caged bird its loss of song, life, light, love, or freedom... for the caged bird's wings are clipped, and its sang a silent sad melody nobody understand.

Meaningless

Desire that I seek is meaningless
Because I want to be a man without fear or weakness
In doing so I must give up love which without life is meaningless

Life is..

A life of fire burns deep inside as the days and nights pass, a desire for truth
and meaning burn deeper... We, through time losing the most precious meaning of being family, for as i knows to standing on the edge of our future destiny, sharing our love with one another, holding close our memories, we move forward into a new and exciting dimension of our lives. Wanting to share our love we unfold our beings to encompass our children and become our own special meaning, a special family through love. that's how i see life,

the truble is, we think we have time,

In the time frame of life passes motherhood,
in the quest for knowledge passes childhood,
in the definition of achievement passes manhood,
in the satisfaction of greed passes wicked pursuits,
in the attainment of vengeance passes opportunity of peace,
in the action of destruction passes the hope of reconciliation,
in the greatness of truth passes falsity of intentions,
in the mystery of faith passes the unity of beliefs,
in the frame of time, death passes life into God's hands.

Different civilizations, cultures and religions

As all of you, all around the world growing older, 
As all of you, all around the world should know,
We are all living in the moment,
We are all talking about different subjects today that can be hard for others to talk about,
We are alone with our thoughts, with our choices for once in a life time,
We are all living in the land with different civilizations, cultures and religions,
We are always fascinated by clouds, So when we look up in the sky we see the clouds creating different images of things for us to enjoy, to inspire, to create and let me tell you that; we enjoy it very much, That we don't even take our eyes of the sky,
We are both in love with God.. is that a coincidence or what..!
Yes I know we both worship God every single day and we pray to God with different languages, with different religions, everyday to thank God for the things he give us everyday,
We are all need to step side our greed, our bad deeds and just to learn how to spread love everywhere.. Stay humble for you've came from dirt and to it you shall return.

I'm not a knight

If I can be a prince, of kingdoms by the sea where knights have wings and dragons speak to me.. They say I should be happy but I know I won’t be for kingdoms mean nothing.. nothing if you’re not there with me.
If I can be a poor woman’s husband, with only rags to wear, If I can live a pauper’s life with poverty to bear they say I will be sorry but I know I won’t be for I can sail against the wind if you are here with me.

one dream, one love and one destiny

Two relentless minds.. one dream
Two yearning hearts .. one love
Two willingness hopes .. one destiny
Two different paths .. have crossed
Two uneven worlds .. have merged
Two sprawling lives .. now intertwined
You and I

Needs eternity

If infinity can lend me, a space to write my story ..
If the night can turn to ink,
To print the thoughts I think, then maybe I can start to write
But will there be an end for to write about my love .. Needs forever to expend.
If the language of the moon can describe the woman I loved
If the sound of distant seas lend the words of which I write
I may write this great story..
But will it ever end  for to write about my love .. Needs eternity to expend.

Love taste..

When you love someone you see the splendor of spring, burst into life in the magic of her smile.
You sleep with her name in your lips and the radiance of her face in your dreams.
You awake at the sound of her passionate voice whispered by the glorious dawn and even when she’s gone...  the last flickering ember of hope continue to light in your blistered heart.. Waiting, even when the waiting is in vain and nothing around you but silence.

Missing you..

missing you is like a day with no Sunshine, a smile that doesn't rise and plane that doesn't fly.
missing you is like rain that never dropped, a car that doesn't stop, a marker with no top.
missing you is like a face with a frown, a person not able to calm down, a queen with no crown.
missing you brings tears to my eyes, a butterfly that neverflies, in my eyes only god wetness that it never dries.
missing you is the pain i feel wishing it wasn't anymore be real for to me...  missing you is a huge deal.
when i miss you and want you back, why does things have to be so black why do people have to hate, with this pain how long can i wait..!!

Freedom.!

Do you ever feel that freeform has been taken from a book, a paragraph or sentence with no meaning and no hook.
That's difficult to understand there aren't any signs, I sometimes come across this when I read from time to time.

Don't ever close your eyes while staring at the sky

The life of my soul is yours and the breath that i take. for as we walk through life of joy sure sometimes we will cross the bridges of emptiness..
You are the woman of my dreams, the woman who always love me, you are the truth from heaven wakes the sleeping 'me' from shadows land,
Don't ever close your eyes while staring at the sky, might you'll miss the moonshine as witness for our love tonight and every night.
I love you, I love you so much, no woman can take your place in my heart.
have you seen the falling star..!!!
it's an omen from heaven, sign of a good start..
Feel my heart... i am yours
Feel my lips... it's all yours
Feel the warmth of my love, it will never break your heart.

Woman..

A woman's heart is filled with passion,
A woman's heart is filled with lust,
If you don't believe that these things happen,
Could be the biggest mistake that a man can make.
A woman's night is filled with dreaming,
Of the perfect man who may not be you,
If we don't see what she's been missing,
Could be the biggest mistake that a man can make,
A woman's day is filled with longing,
For a little romance and company,
If we don't look or just don't listen,
Could be the biggest mistake that a man can make.
A woman's heart is yours forever, she will be true, to the one in her life, but if we don't give her love and affection,
Could be the biggest mistake, that a man can make.
Give her your night, and she will show you her passion,
Give her your lust, and she will drink you dry,
Give her your dreams, and she will show you a true lover,
Give her your heart and she will love you till the day she die.

Rich I'm not

I always telling her i love her and she thought it wasn't real, thinking i wanted her to be my budgeted meal.. not comprehending what my love mean, as tinny as a sesame bean.
Is it a crime that i don't have or a taboo to keep you my always and forever better half.
If my love is real, I pray thee may thou feel,
My love i can't hid, you always beside o.. and inside my head, despite the great tide..
Refusing my story, even my being worry... So my baby..!
Rich I am not, fool maybe yes maybe not, and you already knew that, talented a lot.
time tells who i will be, but not what you see..!
Baby i love you... just because i love you.

Tomorrowland

The painful thing in death is not a death itself, For everything creation from scratch of dirt and water, from dust and into dust we shall return someday. Death by itself is the end of the imperative for all creatures on the face of the universe. But the most painful thing is to knows how you will die, or when you will die..
o.. Once you know one of those points, 
Your life twisted up side down,
Your point of view becomes useless,
Your purpose in life limited in one point, "Tomorrowland"
do i prepared to leave that shell and finally have a meeting with my final destination.!
am i ready to leave my kids alone, am i ready to abandon my beloved woman..!

the End..!

Dose life start at the beginning, or dose life start at the end.
For me the start of life was the start of a worrying trend, Bad wrongs I forget, right wrongs I mend.
Deaths the end to life, but dose that mean its an end.
If wrongs a product of right, is right how we begin,
Dose life start at the beginning or dose life start at the end.
I’ve managed to escape the illusion,
That all ends lead to a conclusion.
I’ve been told 'bout beginnings and ends,
It’s the middle where I aim, it's the middle where i was blind..

Freedom.

As the shadow of twilight touch the dawn and the crickets creep and move in the ground, the tweets of the birds color my day.. it’s Sunday… a bright day…myaybe some spends in hospital but still remains holiday...
As I smell the fragrance of spreading scents, flowering figs and guava are about to end, fruits start to appear from green to yellow
oh what a beautiful day… my heart glows.
I tried to look and move around, i saw a helpless bird trap in the leaves, i hear its voice feeling the pain, i attempt to reach and let it fly again.
As I sit alone I think and I realize, happiness begets, when you have freedom in life.!
if you live in memoriesthen only recollections you can find.. you can’t move on and the fact is you will always left behind.

Your rights go hand in hand with your responsibilities,

Twilight and I, will walking hand in hand, As lovers walk in warming light.
Across a lonely hardest land, Where west winds chanted in the wheat an old, old vesper wondrous sweet.
Oh, Twilight and i were went as lightly as on wings through many a scented chamber fair, among the pines and balsams, where I could have dreamed of darling things, and ever as we went I knew, the peeping fairy folk went too.
I could have lingered now and then by gates of moonrise that might lead,
To some forgotten, spiceried mead, or in some mossy, cloistered glen,
Where silence, very still and deep, seemed fallen in enchanted sleep.
But Twilight ever led me on, as lovers walk, until we came to hills where sunset's shaken flame had paled to ashes dead and wan;
And there, with footsteps stolen light, She left me imagine where i can find the lure of night.

In this life,

We get a chance, a chance for something new, something only we understand.
Our dreams suddenly seem so close and we hold on tight to what is leaving and follow the path that we create for ourselves, yet little trod upon the way we used to be.
In our hearts we understand what we must do to reach this unknown land. This land where all our dreams suddenly become reality
We see a potential for trouble and we never turn our backs and hide behind any walls of shadows.
When we need to come out head strong and change to right from wrong
Our dreams are real, if you'll let them be, If you hold them close, and aim for this reality so dream on and open up to wake my dreams and yours
We get a chance... A chance for something new
Something only we understand.

September will come

September is like no other it's days change color and weather no other month can say quite the same gor every day, I can feel the change
It's cool breezes start out warm, changing to cold throughout every storm, the leaves change and fall as the Summer will leave and Autumn kisses us all once again.
September maidens feel the change like the blue of the sky yet the color so deep with nbelievable beauty.
Maidens fall throughout and watch, each raindropp changing through colors so fast yet one streak remains the same of that wonderful sapphire rain.
September, unlike any other will hold you tight, in any weather. changing will come, no matter where you go.
North and you'll get stormy snow, South and feel the heat of summer coming september does this, no matter what. change lives within, Nothing to stop
September is beautiful and awesome all the same
It's hope for the future and the change comes swiftly as we sweep away
The Summer will end and the Autumn will begin
Change is all around with one maiden leaving and yet, another comes born into the world of wonderful September.
The sapphire skies live on through out this wonderful.

Doubt not.

Doubt that the thunder kills
Doubt you that the sun is real
Doubt you that the stars can see
Doubt you that there is holy hill
Doubt you the foolishness of the wise
Doubt the truth in my words to be lies
Doubt you the sweetness that in honey lies
Doubt the experience of a bitter life's
Doubt you the wonders of the elements
Doubt you the destruction that is imminent
Doubt you the power of ingredients
Doubt the uniqueness of the Earth
Doubt you the glory of the king
Doubt you the bird does sing
Doubt you the awe of all things
Doubt all your night dreaming,
But never doubt that, I love you.

a dropp of water

A drop of water from your eyes shows many emotions, maybe anger, pain, sorrow of life and sometimes due to pain or may be to show joy of life... someone slap or hurt or break your heart.
A drop of water, show this all..!
when there is a joy or a warm hug in your pain it is the same dropp of water will come from your eyes
This drop of water is the flow of your thoughts...
It is the reflection of heart
It is the image of your own
It is the inner truth of yours
As it have the bond with your soul but not with your mind this dropp is a bond between your heart and soul.
A drop nothing but a dropcame not from your eye but from youe heart and soul this single dropp say this all
As it reveals many secrets of your heart aw well as of our inner trith and soul.
A tear within a priceless value.. dropped form the eye, with no answer why..!