Friday, July 13, 2012

Passion of life


To achieve something great in the world you need Passion
To fulfill vision, a great leader’s courage comes from Passion
Whatever it may be, you must find your Passion
If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins
Follow your passion smartly and success will follow you! 
Never underestimate the power of passion
Without passion religion is spiritless
Without Passion history is meaningless
Without Passion art is useless
Follow your passion quietly and success will follow you! 
When you take up a mission with passion
There are no dreams too large
No innovation unimaginable
No frontiers beyond reach 
Follow your passion kindly and success will follow you! 
Our passions are the winds that propel our vessel
Our reason is the pilot that steers her
Without winds the vessel would not move 
Without a pilot she would be lost
Follow your passion truly and success will follow you! 
There is no end and there is no beginning
There is only the passion of life
Passion is universal humanity
Passion is the genesis of genius
Follow your passion faithfully and success will follow you! 

Perfect Vanity


..!! And the wind was, whispering a tune, 
Hoping for the rain to come soon, 
Because I’ve lost myself in the crowd, 
As it swallows me in like the waves of an ocean, taking me down,
Going blind with insanity,
Watching people die for the perfect vanity,
And a bird quiets down as the hunter’s bullet pierces its feathered heart,
If all good things come to an end why do they start?
The thunder rumbles in warning of its return,
Fires blaze in the distances silent screaming forests burn,
Gravity pulls me to my knees,
Begging for it to stop, “Mercy! Mercy! ”
As people stare thinking I’m insane,
They walk on without a, “what’s your name? ”
Because they are blind with insanity,
They are dying for the perfect vanity,
A home is now only a house,
A dog devours an innocent mouse,
And the world moves on blind to death,
Blind to the kids in alleys doing weed and crystal meth,
As the skies quietly go gray, trying to drown my sorrows in rain,
Because my tears weren’t enough to numb the pain,
And children want to be beautiful and like their perfect dolly,
As the homeless walk around with an empty trolley,
But the happy are the ones with an empty heart,
Because their smiles were fake and there “heart” is a mere hole, so dark,
And a leaf falls from a tree not getting too far,
Wiped away with a windshield on a motorized car,
As speed takes people where they need to go,
Hiding from them the truth, the stories they need to know,
And the “cool” woman steps over that once exquisite rose,
What a beautiful plant it could have grown into, but she’ll never know,
Closing my eyes against the eternal pain,
I put the woman to my head again,
As I drown in my crimson blood and I have no more problem to fix no more deals to be dealt,
And the world moves on without giving a thought to help,
Because the have gone blind with insanity,
And they think I have died for the perfect vanity,
Never will they know I needlessly donated my blood to the green grass,
So I wouldn’t have to watch their perfect vanity shatter like glass,
…And now the wind whispers me a lullaby,
Because no one bothered to say good bye,
And a little woman stares at the world passing her by with unbearably painful speed, crying for their insanity,
And they think she’s crying for her perfect vanity…

Life .. shall be lived

one life to live
one life to share
some problems to face 
some sadness to bare 
people to meet and places to be
so many people an places to see
to love and to hold
to stand up in life and be bold
for life has its ups an life has its downs
from cheerful smiles to cheerless frowns
life should be lived and life should be grand
for exciting adventures shall come in this uncertain land 

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Be or not to Be

i don't know is it a nightmare or i'm awake
i don't know am i alive or dead
i don't know this time what is this kind of play
you took my blood, you too my feelings, you took my pride, you took my soul away 
after many years of struggles, 
what i see is your ugly face, laughing 
is there anyone to cry with me? 
for all the pain of living
seeing just unfairness, feeling just pain
being in this cage
i want to fly away.
to be or not to be
the question is how to be
i don't want but i want to live
oh the time is passing
torturing me
this passing of time
doesn't mean anything to me
there is no song to make me happy.
there is no miracle on this world
this bird in cage wants to fly away.
but it can't find a away
away to live.
looking at old people
i see everything
at the end we all confess it
but in the middle of the way, i feel it. 

Life is beautiful IF

life is beautiful if 
you close your eyes to outside
preserve every beauty inside, 
for the bird in cage
imagining a fly
life is beautiful if 
you start every second with love
life is beautiful if
you give and give, and get
until you die
life is beautiful if 
you give every thing up
your material life in passing of time
life is beautiful if
you believe all of the children are yours
holding them in your arms and see their smiles
you cry and laugh with your brothers
suffer for their hunger and privations 
life is beautiful if
you never let anybody alone. 

What is justice all about?

No path, no explanation, 
Just feeling shaped by morality, 
It sensed by people, 
But it was acted to be disobeyed.
Justice ain’t be the rule
Rule no justice, 
It is only order.
Stealing or killing, 
Just the same level, 
And prison shall be their class.
When the rules was acted, 
People all over the country, 
Blindly Binding
But the rule ain’t be justice, 
Justice no rule, 
Justice, interalia, live independently

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Love is true

A Memory is one, 
One that lasts forever, 
A Memory is one, 
One to treasure forever, 
A Memory is one, 
One you create with someone special, 
A Memory is one, 
One that you wont forget, 
A Memory of you, 
You the special one, 
A Thousand Memories, 
Is not worth a real you, 
A Real you, 
Is needed to make Real Memories! 
My Love is not a Memory, 
My love is True. 

Eye !!

Mirrors or spies
what are your eyes?
Do you see the thorns or the beautiful blossoms?
Do you live with poor self acceptance?
Making yourself less by focusing on faults?
Or do you inspire yourself by focusing on your perfections?
Each blossom does not compare itself each to the other.
What are your eyes mirrors or spies?
What do you see, In the face of a stranger?
Do you see a brave man, Or a coward who would run from danger?
What do you see, In the stars of the sky?
Windows to the heavens, Or simply what you pass when you fly?
What do you see, In the homes of the poor?
An opportunity to help, Or a house of another whore?
What do you see, In the reflection of your soul?
Compassion and a bleeding heart, Or is that what you lack to make you whole? 

Mistaken

My heart first felt it real, 
Real and flowing like stream water, 
Water that it was real love, 
Love from deep within my soul being.
Benedict calls me an escapist, 
Escapist that disappears from reality, 
Reality of being loved, 
Loved but the heart locked from outside.
I realized what I had mistaken, 
Mistaken from Gods good love, 
Love and not that passion, 
Passion that almost felt like love.
So I sit down and visualize, 
Visualize about the end, 
End of this infatuating mirage, 
Mirage that claims relationship.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

12 Roses

The first red rose
Sent out of season
The second red rose
Sent for no reason
The third red rose
Sent for happiness and health
The fourth red rose
Sent for gaining life's wealth
The fifth red rose
Sent for gaining new friends
The sixth red rose
Sent for guiding you through life's bends
The seventh red rose
Sent for praying you never tire
The eighth red rose
Sent for giving you all of your desire's
The ninth red rose
Sent for your happiness in love
The tenth red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your turtledove
The eleventh red rose
Sent for igniting passion and fire
The twelve red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your desire

Monday, July 09, 2012

Love ..

There are five-four letters I would write
That is equivalent to two words,
As with a burning pen.
There are six-five letters I would write
That is equivalent to two words,
As with a burning pen.
There are three-four letters I would write
That is equivalent to two words,
As with a burning pen.
In searching of eternal love
The light that symbolizes HOPE
The pillar that symbolizes FAITH
A God that symbolizes LOVE
Upon the hearts of me and you

If you could just feel
What I feel here in my heart
You'd know it was real pure and true
Right from the start
But I'm just a man who didn't understand
What you was going through
But you are and i am gone away,
Maybe you'd stay If you only knew in early and how. that i love you too
How did I let you go away 'Cause love, love is so easy to feel
But the hardest thing to say

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Anger

Anger is one of the tools that we use
Often to express our emotions 
Uncontrollable anger makes us to be bad people

Learn to control your anger 
Teach your self to control you anger 
Uncontrollable anger can make you a bad person 
Unnoticed anger can make you to have dreadful reputation
Anger can makes you to be seen as selfish

With your anger, you can became a bad example 
When your children see you fighting with their Mother
Because of your anger without justification 
With your anger, you can became an abuser 
You can start by abusing you wife, girlfriend, husband and boyfriend 
Later on you take out the frustration to the children 
If can do it once it will be came addiction 
Learn to control your anger 
Teach you're self to control your anger 

With uncontrollable anger, 
You might have bad reputation in the society
Because you abuse your wife and your children 

When you abuse you wife it affects children 
When you abuse your children you damage their future 
So 'like father like son' 
Like grand mother like granddaughter
All this because of uncontrollable anger
Teach yourself to control you anger 
Before a police man knock on you door 

Friday, July 06, 2012

Year ago

Year ago, we came to the end of the line, 
both went our separate ways, 
but your memory keeps calling me back. 
Calling to me from a distant shore, 
back to your arms once more.
I try to resist and carry on, 
but your memory keeps calling me back, 
like some overplayed song. 
I have a different life now, 
the life we had is now over and gone.
Traces of our love they still remain, 
but I cannot go back, I don’t feel the same. 
Each day it gets harder fighting the urge, 
for your memory keeps calling me back, 
saying with you is where I belong.

Monday, July 02, 2012

Travel

Travel to the place .. Where mind set to peace, No one can see, Feel us free.
Travel to the place .. Where we can breathe, Fill our desire, We wish; we aspire.
Travel to the place .. Where we have silence, Flower of fragrance, And nature to admire.
Travel to the place .. Where we can write, Lines of rhyme, At any time.
Travel to the place .. Where we have enough space, Work without race, No tension on face.
Travel to the place .. Where we can dance, Sing at glance, Bit of time to romance.
Travel to the place .. Where we spread love, Freedom to serve and land to move.
Travel to the place .. Where we can live, of joy and sprinkle its grace, And do anything, anywhere.

Remember

to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fell
but to remember why and for what
to remember the fallen
is not only to remember their actions
but to remember the dream for which they fought
to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fought
but to remember who they fought for
to remember the fallen
is to remember their reason
to remember their dreams
and to remember those they fought to save
to remember the fallen
we continue their fight
we carry their dreams
and we finish what they start

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Suicide

tis no reason to live
i am living for people
that curse me under their breath
i am living for things
that hate me all the time
i am living for relationships
that have never been there
what am i living for then?
and if you say god i will explode,
my eyes burst with sadness
with a smile to cover up the hurt
apathetic is me
ignorance is bliss
and i don't have it
neither ignorance
nor bliss,
take me now god take me now
i want to cease to exist.
my eyes are opened to the reasons of suicide.
my ears are open to their cries
my nose smells the sickness they face
of a world that hates them
of a world that is apathetic
about
them

Confusion

dieing breeding life to different things
changing from a spring of life to a fall of death
a bluer of colors in my retina
a quick shuffle of leaves past my cold frail body
the cracks in the sidewalk filled with memories
lost down under
only the worms feed on it now
the wind whipping me briskly in the face
like a friend that turned me away
lemonade stands and islands of kids fill my head
pulling at me like a cement block tied to my feet
going down to the bottom
fish food for the time being
it rots away until you couldn't pull it up with crane
so heavy yet, at the same time its almost gone
i want to reach out and touch her
i want to share gods love
but we are just strangers in the same place
no closer then a bird to a reptile
as she runs her hands through her hair
i cant help but wonder what is on her mind
her family? her friends? me?

Opportunity

i see fields of people
scared and afraid of things we have no notice too
when all we think is happiness
all they think is survival
do they deserve the maybe some, but mostly not
heartache that incinerates all it hits
when raindrops fall from the gutter
who sees it?
who catches these victims of the elements
these people hurt like a trapped cloud
imprisoned by responsibilities
yet still a lack of opportunity
how did these raindrops get in the gutter?
and when clouds start to form
its inevitable that rain is gonna fall
and when rain falls
who sees it?
i can smell the sadness
it teaks of an eary silence
but there is noise all around
theres a life cycle
theres no stop
no thought, no care
who would have care for others....
when you thought you were free?

Friday, June 29, 2012

River must find its way to the Sea

EVERY RIVER MUST FIND ITS OWN WAY TO THE SEA
LIKE THE SOUL AND THE SPIRIT SEARCH TO BE FREE
THERE’S A VOICE IN THE GALE AND A CANDLE BURNS BRIGHT
A PATH THROUGH THE DARKNESS, A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT
SEE A PEOPLE’S HISTORY REFLECT IN THEIR EYES
FROM THE ASHES AND EMBERS THE PHOENIX SHALL RISE
THERE’S A PASSION INSIDE, LIKE A FIRE IT BURNS
THE LONGING AND PAIN OF A COUNTRY THAT YEARNS
FREEDOM O FREEDOM RISE UP AND SEE
A NATION AGAIN, PROUD AND FREE
FREEDOM O FREEDOM RISE UP AND SEE
A NATION AGAIN, IS OUR DESTINY
WHEN YOU HEAR THE DRUM ROLL AND PIPERS LOUD PLAY
IN PRINCES ST GARDENS ON A FINE SUMMER DAY
OR AT GLASGOW GREEN WHERE THEY MARCH SIDE BY SIDE
LET THE SKIRL O’ THE PIPES FILL YE WITH PRIDE!
IT’S OUR PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND PEOPLE LIKE ME
WE BUILT THIS GREAT COUNTRY, THE STRONG AND THE FREE
TO BE EQUAL MONG NATIONS ACROSS THE WIDE WORLD
WITH OUR VOICES HEARD AND OUR FLAG UNFURLED
THE GREAT GLENS AND MOUNTAINS OF OUR HOMELAND
BELONG TO THE PEOPLE, IT’S WHAT NATURE PLANNED
O WAKE UP FROM THE DREAM BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE
FREEDOM’S YOUR BIRTH RIGHT; FREEDOM’S YOUR FATE
FOR THE SAKE OF OUR CHILDREN, THEIR RIGHTS TO RECLAIM
FOR FREEDOM ALONE, NOT FOR GLORY OR FAME
DON’T CURSE THE DARKNESS HOLD UP YOUR LIGHT
LETS PULL TOGETHER - RIGHT IS OUR MIGHT

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Hope

Strong to be silent, 
Patient like the heart, 
That waits for its beating, its timing and start.
Still as the breeze, dead in the trees, 
Not a whisper, no murmur, 
Thats says what she needs.
Here here she will stand, 
For as long a she needs, 
To wait for that moment when love will succeed.
He knows the way back, yet will he return? 
Will he come home to her answering urn? 
For he told her to wait, and thats what she did, 
No eating, no movment, till he reappears.
And there she is now, wasting away, 
Wishing and hoping today is the day.
Darkness empowering, shes losing her way, 
Lost in the stillness, 
And skies fading grey.
Her eyelids close softly and she dissapears, 
From the body she knows to the spirit she fears.
So there she stands waiting, 
Alone in her days, 
Noone can hear see her or hear what she says.
For he said he still loved her, he said he'd come back.
And nows she has eternity to realise his lack.