Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Death

O thou the last fulfillment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for thee;
for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.
All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love
have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.
One final glance from thine eyes
and my life will be ever thine own.
The flowers have been woven
and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride shall leave her home
and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night. 

When ..!!

When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
when I give colored toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance
I truly now why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body
when I kiss you to make you smile.

Hateness

i hate the darkness in the night
i hate the shadow of the lies
i hate the mock stars in the light
i hate the love when makes a crime
Hate is
the hateness,
the hateness of blood,
the hateness of disaster,
the hateness of life
blood of soul
Blood of body
blood of survive
stop loving
stop felling
stop forgiveness
hateness is revenge, revenge 
for your soul, for your blood, for your past 
the past of foolishness,
leave the death peoples whispering in your ears,
the ears of truth
the truth of living
the truth of hateness
the last thing the truth of world
make the hope by yourself
make it by your hands
make your destiny and plan for your life, let yourself do every moment of your watch
make your own world
the..
world that you wanted
world of love and emotions,
world of roses and stars
world of life and goodness
make it by you, leave the hateness on the side, be the master of your own life
hate nobody, if you really want to enslave them souls,
Hate no more, Just love them honestly as you can,
Do not search the past too much, You don't live there anymore.

Monday, April 02, 2012

The world will keeps going round


It turns around and around, 
barely making a sound, 
people invisible in the background.
Some people never stop moving, 
they keep on running, 
never slowing down.
Have we ever stopped to think,
Of those other than us?
The less fortunate?
Do we ever stop to look at the scenery?
Think about those who have barely enough to eat?
The underpaid and over looked?
Lacking the necessities to live,
kids begging in the streets,
stealing to live another day.
The earth spins on an axis,
but the mind functions on another level,
corrupting or helping.
Those who slow down,
Impact others greatly,
Helping those in need.
Have you ever slowed down,
Looked outside of your comfort zone,
Seen how lucky you are?
No matter what happens though,
The world keeps spinning.
It turns around and around,
barely making a sound.
people invisible in the background.

Unconditionally Human

Within our precious habitat I pray
there will be tenderness and more love each day.
However, there is also this to say
our mortal feet,.. while mostly fleet,.. can rest on clay.
We're not celestial beings yet, and so
we cannot help but let emotions flow
to laugh, to cry,.. to let words fly,.. yet always know
That memories are short .. when lovers grow.
For words are only words and it is true
that tears,.. when shared,.. cleanse hearts
like morning dew.
And laughter heals and peels will make us new.
So cherish me and I will cherish you
and love you more because you're human too.

Clarity, which means !!

Where all primal instincts classifies importance in facts and certainty sees clearly true meaning to life. 
for trivial are our lives leaving little time if any to truly see beyond our shallow graves. 
and though we stride anxiously giving it our all we seldom find satisfaction nor true meaning for this gifted existence we take so granted in turn wasting time denying deliverance to free us from the cycle of self agony. 
try putting less resistance though never give in persistence,
and aimlessly escaping what would seem as an impossibility, 

making you one with all and not all with one. 
rapidly finding new clarity 
and needed understanding that all things are relative as actions set off reactions, 
though never to the things beyond the ripples of the waters edge 
they always stay
stronger more than stones,
craving more than rivers, Blooming them grass to fill the horizon
Calming  in clarity.


laugh More,

You may be the butt of others jokes and at you they may scoff
But you can one day prove them wrong all of those who write you off
And though you may never get the credit the credit you are due
That those who laugh last laugh the loudest as ever does seem true, 
Some may dismiss you as a loser as some with their words can be cruel
And some do lack in compassion they find joy in the ridicule
Of those they see as unsuccessful quite devoid of sympathy
They are very shallow people those who lack in empathy
For those life has not been kind to those who on their luck are down
Those who through life have to battle on the poor side of the town, 
Life for some is never easy and of success they do despair
And those who laugh last laugh the loudest that fact with us does remain.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

Sorrow of thee


The parable of the fig tree
when its leaves you begin to see
you know that summer it shall be
so likewise begin you to see
that spoken of coming to be
generation of the fig tree
in forty it came to be
the setting out of the fig tree
figs represent the human, you see
time of the fig tree
that generation shall see
sorrow of thee
or destiny to be

Human body


for we are pure spirit
in a human body
testing what souls emit
and what we embody
if ones love's pure and true
or ones soul is shoddy
when this earth age is through
He judges everybody

Saturday, March 31, 2012

The School of Love,


Teach me your love so I can be sad
I've been in need for ages for a woman to make me sad
For a women for me to cry in her arms like a sparrow
Teach me your love so I can be sad
I've been in need for ages for a woman to make me sad
For a women for me to cry in her arms like a sparrow
For a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal
Teach me your love milady my worst habits
Teach me to open my cup at night a thousand times
And test the medecine of perfumes and knock on the door of Iraq
Teach me to leave my house to comb the sidewalks
And follow your face with the rains and in the headlights of cars
And the light of your eyes is millions of stars
Oh woman you made the world dizzy oh my pain
Put your love in me milady cities of sadness
While I did not enter cities of sadness from your heart
I didn't ever know that tears are man
That man without sadness is a memory of a man
Teach me your love so I can behave like a child
So I can draw your face with chalk on the walls
Oh woman you upturned my history and I've been slaughtered by you
From artery to artery
Teach me your love, how can love change the map of time?
Teach me, when I love the Earth will stop turning
Teach me your love, things that were never expected
And I read childrens stories and entered the castles of the kings of the Jinn
And I dreamed that the sultan's daughter would marry me
Her eyes were clearer than the water of the gulfs
Her lips were more crimson than pomegranate blossoms
And I dreamed that I took her like a knight
And I dreamed that I gave her bracelets of pearl and coral
Teach me your love milady oh the delirium
Teach me how to pass the years without the coming of the sultan's daughter
Put your love in me milady cities of sadness
While I did not enter cities of sadness from your heart
I didn't ever know that tears are man
That man without sadness is a memory of a man

Friday, March 30, 2012

Angels

Happenstance, the cry of evolution
All matter just came into existence
Forward progression is its solution
Reoccurrence only happens by chance
Are the laws of the universe constant?
Or do they change like the thoughts of one's mind
Only existing 'til nature's recant
Awaiting some great event to unwind?
Don't the same processes come to repeat?
Then, where are those missing links that once were?
Would not Divine intervention complete
The many variables that occur?
Vanity to believe just happenstance
Believing in Angels is the circumstance

Life train

The train sits at the station, 
waiting for a passenger, 
looking for a destination, 
and will do so with the patience of any saint ... until there is a reason.
What constitutes a reason? 
Is it something to believe in? 
Is it the fact that there is nothing ever proven? 
Then those wheels start their rolling ..
and with each new revolution, 
may come another revelation, 
and it gets just a little closer to where it's headed.
The problem seems to be that no matter
where you lay the track... 
it always has a tendency to bring you right on back
to the place where you began..!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Greatest pain

The Greatest Pain in Life
The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored
To lose the person you love so 
much to another who doesn't care at all
The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten
When you show someone your innermost thoughts and he laughs in your face
For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need
someone to lift your spirits
When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you
Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better?
Will people ever care about each other,and make time for those who
are in need?
Each of us has a part to play in this great play we call life
Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them
If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished
You will simply be ignored... forgotten... as you have done to others

Swallowing my anger

Should I be grateful
that you hurt me? 
Carved me back and forth, 
left me in tatters
like Sunday’s roast
untidy on the plate.
Am I supposed 
to clap my hands? 
say I forgive you? 
give me more
swallowing my anger
eating pain
like dessert
behind the beating
of your words? 
Oh! And what about
my fragile heart? 
No one but I, 
without an ounce
of poetic nature, 
no sense of colour 
or design, no poise
no rhyme or rhythm, 
just I, this mound
of self professed
ability with
such a fragile heart, 
would take offence 
when a random stranger
proclaims me dumb
and self deluded.
Not once but twice
as though you know me, 
can judge me from 
a picture
and words you say
you cannot understand.
Apology not accepted !!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Why Does Loneliness Weep In Wisdomful Silence

When the sun shows off its yellow teeth
In my eyes full of sleep
I laugh
And tie up all my sufferings in a knot
To put them in my heart's almirah.
When darkness and silence together
Knock on my window
I laugh
And birds resting on my lips
Fly away.
When for the sake of a handful of water
Empty and hypocrite hands
Fill up with prayers
I laugh
And in the rain of my laughter
Dry lakes quench their thirst.
But when in my wisdom filled silence
She does not acknowledge my existence
I laugh
And laughing, Now my heart start crying......! 

Your passion for me


زيديني عِشقاً.. زيديني
Increase your passion for me.
يا أحلى نوباتِ جُنوني
My most beautiful fit of madness.
زيديني غرقاً يا سيِّدتي
Make me drown, oh my lady,
إن البحرَ يناديني
For the sea calls me.
زيديني موتاً..
Make me more dead.
علَّ الموت، إذا يقتلني، يحييني..
Perhaps as death kills me, I can truly live.
و يا أحلى امرأة بين نساء الكون... أحبيني,
And, oh most beautiful woman in the universe, love me!
و يا من أحببتك حتى احترق الحب... أحبيني
I am the one who loved you till the fire burned me, love me!
أن كنت تريدي السكنى أسكنتك في ضوء عيوني
If you allow me, I would love for you to live within my eyes
حُبُّكِ خارطتي.. ما عادت خارطةُ العالمِ تعنيني
Your love is my map, the world's map no longer matters.
أنا أقدمُ عاصمةٍ للحزن
I am the oldest city of sorrow,
وجُرحي نقشٌ فرعوني
And my wounds are as deep as hieroglyphics.
من بغداد.. إلىالصِّينِ وجعي.. يمتدُّ كبقعةِ زيتٍ
My pain has spread, like a flock of doves from Baghdad to China.
عصفورةَ قلبي، نيساني
Oh bird of my heart,
يا رَمل البحرِ،
Oh sand of the beach,
وروح الروحand oh my soul,
ويا غاباتِ الزيتون
Oh forest of olives,
يا طعمَ الثلج، وطعمَ النار..
Oh taste of ice and taste of fire.
ونكهةَ شكي،ويقيني
My doubt, and belief.
أشعُرُ بالخوف من المجهولِ.. فقويني
I tremble from the unknown, so strengthen me.
أشعرُبالخوفِ من الظلماء.. فضُميني
I tremble from the darkness, so hold me.
أشعرُ بالبردِ.. فغطيني
I tremble from the cold, so cover me.
وظلّي قربي... غني لي..
And sit next to me and sing to me.
فأنا من بدءِ التكوينِ
For, since the beginning of creation,
أبحثُ عن وطنٍ لجبيني..
I have searched for a home for my forehead.
عن حُبِّ امرأةيأخذني لحدودِ الشمسِ و يرميني
And a woman's love that takes me to the edge of the sun, and throws me in
نوَّارةَ عُمري، مَروحتي قنديلي، فوح بساتيني
Brightness of my life, my lantern, representation of my vineyard.
مُدّي لي جسراً من رائحةِ الليمونِ..
Make me a bridge with the scent of oranges.
وضعيني مشطاً عاجياً في عُتمةِ شعركِ.. وانسيني
And place me like an ivory comb, in the darkness of your hair, and forget me
من أجلكِ أعتقتُ نسائي
For your sake I freed my women
وتركتُ التاريخَ ورائي
And I left the history behind me
وشطبت شهادة ميلادي
And I canceled my birth Certificate
وقطعت جميع شراييني
And I Cut off all my arteries

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Nobody Can Love you Like I


 الصِّبَا وَالجَـمَالُ مُـلْكُ يَدَيْـكِ
أيُّ تَـاجٍ أعَـزُّ مِـنْ تَاجَيْـكِ
Youth and Beauty, met in one,
Are thy kingdom, thine alone;
And was ever crown more fair
Than the crown which thou dost wear?
نَصَبَ الحُسْـنُ عَرْشَـهُ فَسَـألنَا
مَنْ تُـرَاهَا لـَهُ فَـدَلَّ عَلَيْـكِ
Loveliness upon a time
Lifted up a throne sublime:
“Who shall sit thereon?” asked we,
And he pointed, love, to thee.
فَاسْـكُبِي روحَكِ الحَنـونَ عَلَيْهِ
كَانْسِـكَابِ السَمَاءِ فِي عَيْنَيْـكِ
Let thy gentle spirit now
O’er thy kingdom softly flow,
As the cerulean skies
Flow serenely in thine eyes.
كُلَّمَا نَافَـسَ الصِّـبَا بِجَـمَالٍ
عَبْقَـريِّ السَّـنَا نَمَّـاهُ إلَيْـكِ
Whensoever Youth displays
Beauty all in glory’s blaze,
Vaunting wondrous brilliancy,
Youth attributes all to thee
مَـا تَغَنّـى الـهزارُ إلاّ لِيُلْقِـي
زَفـرَاتِ الغَـرَامِ فِـي أُذُنَيْـكِ
Never plangent nightingale
Sang sad music in the dale
But he poured his passionate sighs
In thy ear, to sympathize
سَكِـرَ الرَّوضُ سَكْـرَةً صَرَعَتْهُ
عِنْدَ مَجْرَى العَبِيـر مِنْ نَهـْدَيْكِ
Through the fragrant afternoons
Lo, the prostate garden swoons
With the frankincense expressed
From thy soft and tender breast
قَتَلَ الوَرْدُ نَفْسَـهُ حَسَداً مِنْـكِ
وَألْقَـى دِمَـاهُ فِـي وَجْنَتَيْـكِ
And the rose, that sought in vain
Thy rare beauty to attain,
Slays herself in jealous mood
To suffuse thy cheeks with blood
وَالفَرَاشَـاتُ مَلَّـتِ الـزَّهرُ لَمَّا
حَدَّثَتْـهَا الأنْسَامُ عَنْ شَـفَتَيْكِ
And the amorous butterflies
Now their favourite flowers despise,
Since the warm breeze of the south
Whispered to them of thy mouth
رَفَعُـوا مِنْـكِ للجَمَـالِ إلَـهاً
وَانْحَنَوْا سُجَّـداً عَلَى قَدَمَيْـكِ
Men have raised thy image there
To embody Beauty fair,
And in reverence complete
Fall adoring at thy feet.

Broken caves


Fighting the tears that fight back
Cracking whips of mighty waves
Flashing from drained pipes 
Into Heart broken caves
Fishing the ocean
Catches of the day.... Who knows? 
Memories blooms like White Paint
Should I stay back or take to go
Timidity in my Voice 
Flow from Focal points in my surroundings
She knows it, but who's too say ? 
That she beholds this in clarity
And gives the time of day
That i'm different

I’m in love

When i think of you
A tear wells up through my heart
All those promises
We made to each other
Have just been forgotten
On the journey of forgotten souls
Floating in the sea towards the island of ... forbidden lovers

With my forbidden love
Forbidden to touch, But I can see.
She makes me try so hard, try to show the real me.
I am trying harder, can't you even tell ? 
My vision has become broader, I have risen so high from where I fell.
Your words do help, even if they don't show.
This is the best I've felt, if I sink again I'll let you know.
You bring me up, can you tell? 
I'm staring down, so far up from where I fell. 
When i think of youA tear wells, wells up through my heart

Monday, March 26, 2012

look back or look ahead

From five months, I turned forty
So I look back or look ahead
Back to what I was or ahead to what I'll be
But not too far because then I'd be dead
I decided to look back then travel ahead
Exploring my most pivotal years
Remembering things people had said
Examining my deepest fears
if my memory still exist 
Childhood, years of innocence and wonder
Everything to a child's eyes is new
Til one day, innocence is torn asunder
As surely as the sky will be blue
Teenage years, a sense of immortality
At such an age death is not even imagined
Doing everything with such youthful vitality
Not knowing the end is already predestined
Twenties and Thirties maturity is reached
And things just seem to fall into place
Is remembered in the look on a child's face
In your Forties attaining middle age
Deciding that maturity looks good on you
Graying hair, against which you don't rage

You feel it's distinguished, how very true