Distance emotions

Go as far as you can, meets what you want of any mankind,
But when it comes time to give love, give it to one from your kind,
Dazzling and beauty of the indifference, will illuminate your mind,
But there'll be tears of blood after letting you alone,...behind,
No matter how hard you try, there is nothing here to bind,
You are just another one who spread his emotions into wind,
Only the suffering of loyalty and this forbidden love, you will find,

The perfection behind heaven gates..

A little child plays at the garden and tenderly buries a dead butterfly, not because he understands the mystery of Death, but because Love prompted the action. 
And so we love without knowing the why and the wherefore. Love can only be compared with Love. There is nothing else to compare it with.
We do not love a woman merely because she is pretty, possesses a pleasing mannerism, We love her because, in an indescribable way, she sings a song, we alone can fully understand, a voice that lifts up our soul and makes it strong.
We follow, we follow that Invisible figure, that invisible bond from land to land, from heart to heart, from death into Life, on and on.. until our last breath, 
When Love loves Love for its own sake, when the self is dead, we shall meet again. We shall find the Beloved to be the one who finally found perfection behind heaven gates..
Yes no one has seen love, because no one has seen God, yet as I'm sure I'll meet him in heaven, I'm sure I'll meet you there.

We're heroes of paper

We're finally torn apart, 
blood flowing from our heart. 
Our souls are shout and crying 
even the dove feathers grow now she is flying, 
To search for to be protected and loved,
And to spread peace and hope from above, 
To stand against all the fears
There are many souls to be healed and the whole world cares,
Can we love and forget and let love take it's place,
 or will we let bitterness, hatefulness and self pride line our face, The bullets were piercing, bombs bursting, 
even your cheats bells still in my ears ringing, 
blood flowing from our own hearts yet,
And helpfulness fill the void left by their goals.. yet,
There is no answer, their screams silently will remain, 
Perhaps our minds and our hearts will stream like the rain.
May the storm of sorrow, and the thunder of tears,
Fade slowly before one's self pride vanished over the years.

لا بأس يا دنيا الفناء

دآئما هناك زوايا في داخلنا تبقى غير قابلة للعرض والإطلاع وهناك آلاما نعيشها في وسط أفراحنا لنخبئها بين ملامح الفرح ونوافذ لا نفتحها إلا في بداية الفصول ونهايتها و دائمآ هناك كلمات محذوفة من حديثنا رغم أنها حقيقة شعورنا..
وصمت طويل يقطع كل الآمال المعلقة ليحولها لحكايا متكررة في شريط ذاكرتنا الخرساء..
كل المشاعر والآمال والآلام التي طال عرضها ولم تجد صداها الحقيقي ولم تفهم كما هي؛ ترحل لمساحة الصمت البيضاء ..
تلك المساحة الواسعة التي ضاع بها الكثير من الأحلام والمشاعر والحقائق والتي طالما تعرضت للهزات والانهيارات المتكررة إلا أنها لا زالت أطهر من كثير ظنون وأجمل من كثير بوح
فما أجمل الصمت عندما يصبح أحد أصدقائنا في حكايا الخذلان، ومنفى البوح عندما يعدم الكلام ويحار الدمع مساحة خاصة جدا بين روح ونبضها تبقى صامدة..
لا تعافك عندما تطيل التأمل في تفاصيلها ولا تسأمك عندما تكرر كثيرا من أحداثها حتى الدمع الذي يتساقط ﻷجلها في كل مرة كأنما أول مرة يهطل لينبت بها كثير من زهور الأمل..

ودائما أشياءنا لا تكتمل ولا تستمر جميلة أم قبيحة دائما هناك نقص مهما زادت أشياءنا وتقادمت أرقام أعمارنا ودروس مندسة بين سطور حياتنا تنير شيئا من عتمة الغموض..

دائما في الحياة عمرآ آخر يذكر عندما نموت، وتصبح حياتنا أجمل عندما نفقد ونصبح لا سبيل للوصول إلينا، كل المحاسن بنا تحيا عندما نموت
ومادام أننا على قيد الحياة سنبقى الأسوأ مهما كنا أجمل وسيبقى الكلام يرمى علينا، ويبقى للأعداء كيد مستمر، ويبقى كثير من البياض يدنس بكثير من الكذب والسوء والسخف....

لا بأس يا دنيا الفناء.. لا بأس
ففي الرضا جنة معجلة وفي ذلك حكمة لخالقنا .. فالجنة موطن الكمال والجمال الأبدي الذي لا يتغير ولا يتحول الجنة التي ندعو بها دوما هي بالتأكيد الذي لا ينقص بها جمال ولا يختلط بأفراحها أحزان..والصبر على نقص الحياة ومتناقضاتها زاد جميل للظفر بالكمال والجمال والراحة الأبدية..

Entomb request.

It was a game, how fool i am, as much as i suffered there's nobody to blame,
Didn't you notice my point of view, the clown masks color were fading hue,
Years has lost, priceless was the cost, even the warm feelings turned to frost,
now I'm alone, everything gone, yet still my heart can't move on,
promise to keep, your love so deep, thousand miles away.. away from creep.
sleepless was the night, mind objection and the heart still.. willing to fight,
Until I'll have anything more to give, I'll bury that love, 
Until we meet again in our holy place above.

The blood of innocent

There will come a time on people when they hearts will die and only bodies will remain,
They will enjoy watching the suffer of others as if there isn't anybody bleeding or complain,
Our affection, mercy, devotion, loyalty and virtue lost in battle can not be win,
We have left the earth sinking with the blood of innocent,  
We left hunger to break the will of the poor for mint,  
We left the ungodly win over pride even nobility becomes for rent,
Αnd we have lost our humanity just for gain.
Our words are written
Our saying will never be forgotten,
And the sun of our life fading away at sunset and almost taken,
Leave your vanity and pride, remember that you are a human being... Don't let your heart be harden.

Don't fall in love with a woman who feels too much,

The quality of woman had been shown clearly in this great writer "Martha Rivera" specially when she inked this special words "Don't fall in love with a woman who feels too much..."
I was impressed by this article so that for a period of time I set it as a standard and standard for the lady that I should love.
Not of course the specifications described by the writer. But by the qualities she denied. What is the nicest thing to hear about women is the laws of women that it is impossible for superficial men to associate with her,
If you are a mature man and you find in yourself what makes you link to the partner of your struggle battle with time.
Do not judge the beauty of women with your eyes. But look at her with your mind to see what is hidden behind the scenes of decoration.
Otherwise, you will lose your mind from the first sight and then imagine that you are before Venus coming from the sea foam.
In the fog of the senses and the buzz of excitement it is impossible to see and zoos turn into gardens of bliss. And the features of hatred and softness to the features of the angels.
Women like rare book you have to read with your mind first. And browse it without looking at the cover. Before you can judgment its content. And try to look at the book with the eye of the critic, not the eye of the lover, who will honestly guide you to your life partner.
 

Trust in the Creator

We forgive seeking for getting comfort from bile,
We forget hoping for new innocent clear smile,
We keep silent because there is no benefit in the argument to find,
We ignoring for there is nothing that will hold back reproach can find,
We are patient because our trust in the Creator has no limits,
We all knew that ...
The self always covetous yet the reasons are always failing.
The self is lost between despair and growling,
Do not be sad whenever the world shrinking around you while it grows wider for others,
And look at the moon and this darkness skies how they became more magnificence together,
 

Pathetic end

Reality telling us that through our lives some people had predestined to enter,
Either to grew up through time with us or just left without kind words to render,
Nevertheless they painfully forgot how humanity still keeping wonder,  
And some of them were taken from backbiting and gossip a place to surrender,
Therefore humanity suffering between sin and blessings and what they always hinder,
And some of them will always remain in our heart, no matter what happened or what was intended to the learner.

Souls surrender into oblivion

Tough times happen to all of us no matter how strong, powerful or confident we are.
Causing us to crumble, lost and scared as if all available chances flee and became so fare.
We left trapped under miles of sadness rock, we feel our souls surrender into oblivion clock.
no rescue around, shouting with fading sound, no light seeping through, what a great shock.
Now it's easy to get lost, with our cluttered thoughts nothing become clear the most.
Hopes with dreams, courage with pride all our aspirations even durability vanishing like ghost.
struggling becomes a style in our hard time, remember we still breathing in fact still alive.
And during tough time we can't give up, for we have no more chances to avoid this suffering cup.
Yes our foot stuck and our weakness let us call it bad luck, but it's the right time to just awake up.
Collect what still remains of our strength, to fight another battle for our living, hopes or dreams and be grateful for what.. what our next day may brings.

VISA

1.The goal and the circumstances of the planning stay insufficiently demonstrated.
2. The information provided with regard to the purpose and conditions of the intended stay is not reliable.
3. Your intention to leave the territory of the Member State for visa purposes could not be established.

If you know about these three sentences, then I suppose you have a broken dream, crashed between your painful reality and Stubborn souls full of darken steam, Suspicion in your deed, destitution even may the need, or anything can fade as the Sun last beam.
You picture the situation as if it your end, you spirit shout there is nothing can let you bend, stand up please... I'm still have power to fight, and to you I'll lend, clarify what's happened and you'll comprehend, your wounds make you blind but nothing can't mend.
Falling thousands of times either gives you experience or gives you priceless lesson, See how the arrow is going back just to go forward racing the beam of Sun, Even that speeding bullet goes out of steady gun.
When you fail to handle hard life mill gear, and you lost the vision or can't see clear, you should search for hope in the heart of stone, Fight to get what you want even if all you got are broken bone, for you became stronger you became a genuine and not a clone.
Yes it was failure but through failure we've been grown, no matter how it was darken, stop complaining about that's already gone, never let weaknesses obscured your dawn from shown.

Destiny

Money brings you friends of commun interest,
Beauty brings you friends of lust,
Morals bring you friends remain throughout a lifetime,
Destiny comes to fold what had been destined,
We maybe can't cry tears, but we have a bleeding heart,
We maybe kept silent for years, yet our words touching souls as blessing art, 
We maybe hide our inner fears, but the eye of be holder it need no border or chart, 
I know that anxiety is like rocking chair, Makes us swinging a lot, Think a lot yet It will not moving us anywhere, so.. I'm sorry it's out of my hand, and i can't explain how i already care. 

Dove

I know where i should, to be... But what destiny hid nobody can see, 
Under the same skies we are struggling like humming birds suffering of bree, 
Tired from swings, fire in our wings, willing for rest, searching for a tree,
An echo from above, calling ya dove, fold your wings, push your strength, for what meant to...  Be, 
Let your feathers invade the heart of winds, and be brave for what.. tomorrow may brings.

Suicide

When love conquers poverty mills. The hearts bleed the blood of love on the graves of commitment.
The joy of the encounter and the pain of parting turn into a struggle for survival
And the ray of hope dissolves Between fear and bashfulness,
Aspirations stat to disappear, we keep pushing until we get wounds we can not bear,
And the discontent between reality and the struggle to heal the wounds the life itself becomes disheartening, meaningless, 
You can curse the circumstances. 
You can resent what you have made with your choices. 
There are many reactions depending on your personality
So you can try again many times... But even if you keep trying in the same way, you will only benefit from repeated failures,
Here at this particular time ... faith must emerge from the heart of sorrows,
Belief that you are a human nd humans do mistakes,
Belief that everything happens by fate and destiny,
Belief in your strength, ans your power to rise again,
Belief that nothing created to stay forever, and who he will win is aften the one can patiently waiting a little bit more.
Belief that What afflicted you, you weren't had the ability to avoid. And what missed you wasn't distend to harm you at first place, for all that you are going  through have been written when you was at your mother womb.
Now awake up from your dreams and try again to make sure you give them birth and let them come true, you are definitely designed for success.

I'm grateful for what I've and thankful for what I haven't.

You will still keeping be sad and afraid of losing the people and things dear to your heart, until you'll learn to be afraid of them creator more than what he gave you once and you have lost.

Daughter

Rising a daughter is hard indeed,
For we grow a generation to lead, 
Not fragile child to bleed, 
Selflessness to her family when the time in need, 
Have no vanity, no ego even the greed
Help her as a shadow glowing in her darkness deed, 
You, he who think you are a good father, 
your mission wasn't just them feed. 
For raising a daughter is hard...  Indeed 

Merry Christmas

Who I'm..  I don't know but I'm your best friend, telling you his secrets because i hope for this love to be mend, 
He is just a fragile feather in the wind. And in his love, he is so blind. 
Forgiveness you will surprisingly find for he said revenge for the weak mind. Respect elderly, and for parents he will surely bend.
Mercy for children. Commitment is the crown of love.. O wait that's not the end,
Religion for God it's away from being touch and the place we shall call it home, is for everyone not just for lunch. 
No compulsion. No force to do evil but Frankness and clarity is always required. No lie hypocrisy nor betray even with pried . 
Merry Christmas my beloved and my best friend.

Restless

Yes.. The flames of longing intensified from waiting,
But, If ships don't stand against storms, how it would into the heart of the typhoon invading, 
And.. If it was not for love, the foot would have gone so far and joyfully bleeding, 
Longing became measureless, even the game becomes useless,
The soul became restless, even the heart refuse anything more or less,

Still waiting..

If I could borrow you my eyes,  you will surprisingly see how beautiful you are, 
If i could gives you my ears, you will enjoy the music of your heart beats,
If i could let you see the the world in black and white, you will notice the purity of your soul, 
If only i can package my love in a container, I'll need a universe to decently submit to you the promises of eternal loyalty.
If only.. It's by my hands, I'd be there from a long time ago.. Pray for me to get what I'm waiting for as i pray for your acceptance to who I am. 

Weakness

After putting our weaknesses feeling and our goodness in readable open book,  we grew up enough to know that not everyone supposed to respectfully like poems.

Mercy

Today I grabbed a sense of the situation i let youo face alone while I'm complaining for what I'm going through and i thought I'm own you with apologise..  And It is not important to tell the one you love that you are sacrificing for him,  but the important thing is that you feel it is worth the sacrifice, and you are worth loving.
I'm not asking you for love.. I'm seeking your mercy for mercy is deeper than love, it's quite purity, where love, sacrifice, self-denial, tolerance, kindness, pardon, generosity, for my sweetheart all of us are able to love by virtue of the human genius. But only those who are capable of being mercy are so rare kind of human, 
Just don't love flowers for its perfume and nectar، watch it gives you mercifully its nectar until it last breath.

A kiss

Saturday night, only fools seeking for fight,
For it's a blessed moments full of delight,
You keep our problems aside but now .. please let me hold you tight,
For that last battle weaken your knight,
didn't you know that; the day i missed you, I lost the road that leads me to the light.
A soft kiss wishing you goodnight.

When faith in God is limited

When happiness lies between the touch of our existence and how we feel about others,
When it becomes rational... what rejects by the mind with all means and imposed by the heart,
When faith in God is unlimited, and all predestination will lead us to the same path,
When we savor loneliness as a means of giving rise to our longing,
When we live the present with sincerity to the dreams of future and to lose time between the pen and what it dictates,
When silence says what words can not
When the eye reveals what in the heart so hot
Do not get angry
You love deeply.. deeply love.

The facts of a corrupt society

One of the most severe forms of social injustice is the search for a good wife for a corrupt man,
When a community is created on what is wrong and right instead of lawful and Prohibited, Do not be surprised if you see a man doing immorality acts orders his wife to obey and honor him,
At first, the nations make their customs and in the end, these customs control them like the idols in the puppet theater,
The truth is that it is not only a person who is accustomed to living in delusions,
We, as human beings, do not realize how good or evil is within us unless we have a real temptation. We are not aware of our strength or weakness unless we face our fears.

Life is like a big market ...  Walk around and take whatever you wish but remember that you will pay the expense of what you took.
Now please stop looking for answers in what surrounds you of technology. Look for it in everything created by the Creator himself for technology is made by man, which is far from perfection.

Love burning in vain

Some grown up and still need time to understand, some understanding and need time to grow up and between them both there are a gap of emotions and a drying out lake of mutual responsibilities.

The impossible

Do not give people more than their right for the rose may die from the multitude of water ... Similarly, if the knowledge of the mind is near perfection, we say less.
I missed someone who advised me to be aware of myself and stay happy no matter how difficult I was pass through. 
If only I could tell that I lost everything when I lost him... But my only glory that I believe nothing impossible, for the impossible is what God did not write for us and wasn't meant to be at first place... not what we failed to achieve or what we cowardly can't face.

Creativity lost,

ِAnd here comes the question "does creativity is idea or will" ?
Personally i denied the idea about the fourth stages of creativity theory, or even Plato or Freud theory
"Inspiration" leads to some "ideas" then "creativity" must glow bright in it's form whichever it'll be, Some of the great thinkers have spoken of inspiration from various magazines of interest to all scholars and intellectuals in a purely academic way.
With my respect for them all I see inspiration as the basis of any creativity
has two paths emerge
The first is the creativity that stems from the feeling and feeling that the artist develops in a way that the recipient understands for art.
And creativity stemming from the idea of whether it touches the artist himself or just another work added to his art.
Personally I am not qualified for pure poetic experience
I prefer the poetic experience stemming from a sincere sense.
So as for example, few days ago i deeply feel that i miss my beloved.. and i'm willing to let her know that through my words, so i inked those words for her,

How much I care..

"Close your eyes let me take your hand, i can't begin to know your fears I'll never understand. 
But for a fleeting moment let me soothe your pain, for just a passing second before you go back to your reality again. 
So, lay your head upon my chest.. feel the beat of my heart as i gently stroke your hair, and whisper softly to your warm ear, I miss you.. do you even know how much I care"

Now how to ask for creativity from someone who does not have his own inspiration, I miss you and i can't do more for I miss you.

But i miss you, don't forget about me

I think of your warm and inviting smile of the laughter that now brings tears and I miss you.
I think of your small body wrapped in my arms of the hands that caressed your hair and I miss you.
I think of evenings in front of a fire of hot chicken soup now gone cold and I miss you.
I think of you bravely waving good bye of the way you walked out of my sight and I miss you.
I think of lessons you have taught me of the promises I keep ... and I miss you.
How could fate have separated us ?
How could you just go away ?
I think of you and miss you.

Silence in the sanctuary of beauty is beyond beauty

It is hard for me to imagine beauty not associated with virtue for true beauty and true virtue are one thing yet beauty without virtue as flower without fragrant breeze, 
The most beautiful things in the world you can not see or even touch, you should feel it with your heart, If you look optimistically into existence, you'll see beauty common in all its details,
True beauty disappears when intelligence shows up. True love is the convergence of two spirits. The souls do not compete in beauty or intelligence. Because all spirits are beautiful and intelligent.

Who is looking for a good, smart and beautiful woman looking for three different women, Who is looking for a good, intelligent and strong man looking for three different men.


The softness in the wonderful power is stronger than the power itself, because it shows you the place of mercy in it and humility in beauty better than beauty, because vanity is denied by him .. and everything of strength has no place in it for something of mercy is what God put on people of the laws of destruction.

Twelve months of the year,

For every When..? There is a Why..? for every push, there is a pull, 
For every truth there is a lie, for every fall there is a fool
For every Where..? There is a How..?, for every Heaven, there is a Hell
For every moment there is a now, for every nose there is a smell
For every foe there is a friend, for every smile there are many tears
For every start there is an end, When every day we face our fears
Twelve statements, Twelve months of the year,

Home _002

one's saw roads are rough and full of struggle, or very narrow to get through
But you know whatever road I thought about it always leads me back to you, for you...  are my inner light which shines through every storm,
You...  are there by the fire that keeps your house a home,
You... walk with my mind each moment through happiness and pain,
You... are my invisible sheltering umbrella for whenever there is rain,
No matter where I'm waiting to travel, Where ever in the world I roam
I have the inner hidden longing that I will never lose my way, because my sweetheart all the roads lead me back to you to that fairy tail place 
which we'll call our home.

Winter

I love winter because it is under rain, fake masks fade away .. And fall colors borrowed and remains only purity,
I love winter because all things shrink in winter.. but Why nostalgia distorted for this rule and growing wider with each cold night,
I love winter for some in our lives are like winter, we love them, but they are the cause of our sickness,
I love winter because it reminds me of what I need...
The madness of our jealousy warms the cold of time,
For a night we share its details with love,
Your voice is fondly playing my ears,
Maybe a meeting, When fate arranges it to us for walk in the rain,
But alas, Once I was complained to you from winter cold now,
Now... I'm complaining to the winter of the coolness of your feelings.

Be beautiful

In a meditation, in a moment of silence,
the mind blinking in the gloom of your world to found the wonder,
Which lost without excuse, and come back for no reason,
There is no shade will last long even if we felt safe,
I ask about the love of it was seductive..!
And who has a shrine and prestige, 
It is good for him to collect virtues,,, not gold... 
then I came back with a few words,
The words of beauty abandon, forgiveness and being patience,
Beautiful abandon .. was abandonment without harm,
Beautiful forgiveness .. is laminate without admonitions,
Beautiful patience.. will be patience without complaint.

Learn to associate "event" with "time"

Learn to associate "event" with "time" with a certain scene. With a distinctive smell. With sincere passion, Relax.
Take a deep breath. Diving deep in the dark ... until you see the light,
Free your mind from all disillusionment, 
Cleanse your spirit from all impurities,
Surrendered to the earth in position Southeast 141ْ
Hear only the echo of your breath coming in and out.
If it fails to emit ambient noise. Place earplugs,
Breathe deeply without sound,
Now say .. I love you ... Because you did not say it for 44 hours,
Now listen to me, when I come to the end of my road, 
miss me for a little while but forever for I'll always be around and so near, 
and please don't let your heart hold any fears, or even let your eyes shed no tears,
we may didn't ready to take the last journey home,
but surly we are just waiting to vanish this misty gloom,
for one day we all have to take the journey of death,
And on this day we breathe our last breath,
Learn to associate "event" with "time" with a certain scene. With a distinctive smell. With sincere passion, And ... Relax.