You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize

My mind is a tree of growing dreams
It seems like it produces more each day
But with every day that passes
There is also a forgotten one
When you add all the forgotten ones
you get a tree that is dry 
A tree with many rings
but with one leaf
One green leaf that appears
every day but also dries up 
when the next day comes
When a tree only has one leaf
no one really looks at it
It is a tree with no ambition
A tree with only one dream
No one wants a tree with one dream
especially if it is never fulfilled 

pride is not worth the pride

Sleeping in the dark,
is a lot better than walking in the park,
true lover lost forever,
seems harder than defeating pride,
sitting on the cold wet stones,
lets you hear the faint whispers of your hopes and dreams,
slowly slipping away, Maybe is your fate

To pride oneself on one’s feat means
To evaluate oneself highly
And devalue others equally
Such like pride is not worth the pride

Words May change your world

Words may not Tear flesh, break bones the way sticks do

Words may not pull the trigger alone But can be they catalyst To the one holding the gun.

Words may not Be of a physical essence But still the fact remains
Words may be deadly when used to harm.

Words May change your world.

Your Ego

You've got a big ego you do come on strong
You try to convince others your ideas cannot be wrong
There are millions like you in the big World out there
So do not feel precious since your type are not rare.
Our political leaders installed by the majority
But majority thinking seems dangerous to me
Since more rum ours of war and millions in poverty
And no future for the Stateless refugee.
To those of similar thinking we tend to gravitate
And a friendship with those who think different we've no wish to create
With an exclusive clique you choose to socialize
Quite arrogant as you are but not at all wise.
You've got a big ego and it also does seem
That you suffer from an over inflated sense of self esteem
Your thinking from my thinking seems far apart
Though red is the blood that flows through every heart.

Oblivion

When all is lost, there is still a memory, From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree, There is only the past and the future on the path; When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie; When the new city is built, it will be an abode, Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city, Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be, New light when all knowledge is swallowed and those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea, A city revived from memory and abroad; When all is but a memory, there is still memory. Those with memory will be wealthy.

Never let your dream

Kiss the edge of fantasy, lick your lips and dwell in the shine.
Enter the room of pink filled fabric. 

Drape yourself in loves comforting magic. 

Dip those eager fingers into the pool of velvet blush and taste the erotica of loves fruit crush.
Take your extended minds and plunge into a passion filled ocean. Listen to the 
sighs of loves rising tide. Feel the waves that tingle inside. Release your bottled pleasures, that electricity you're feeling.
Splash into the flavor of new passion and scream, I'll never let my dream

A special world

A special world for you and me, A special bond one cannot see

And though at times a thread may break,
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

The brightness of the sky Is meant to be mine
That brings a lot of memories in my life...
As a hope
the brightness of the sky should be there for the entire life 

A special world for you and me, A special bond one cannot see

Half and Half

Half the world lives, Half the world makes, Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates, Half the world runs away, Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is, Half the world was, Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies, Half the world burns, Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares, Half the world weeps, Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings, Half the world laughs, Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.

Life is not the same

Life is precious like the sun rising over the early morning dew or a full Moon shining down on an open field covered with the first frost
Life is precious like the first kiss with your first love or like marrying your high school sweetheart
Life is precious like a hummingbird drinking from nature’s sweet nectar or watching squirrels playing in the trees
Life is precious like a sweet smelling rose or like watching new life busting from the seams at the beginning of spring
Life is precious during each changing season, like the first snow, the first spring shower or the first turning of colors at the beginning of autumn
Life is precious like the new birth of a precious baby or the knowledge of someone seasoned with life
Life is precious when you have a lamp post to guide you through the dark times, yet life can be fleeting when you can no longer see the light
Life is precious when you have a love that is everlasting that sees no wrong and is not judgmental
Oh,
Life is not the same when the sun doesn’t seem to shine as bright and the moon doesn’t have that shimmer
Life is not the same when your first love can no longer be seen, touched or found and life is not the same when the colors of that hummingbird seems so grey
Life is not the same when the roses don’t smell as sweet and the blooms of spring don’t seem as full
Life is not the same when the lamp post that has guided you for so long has gone out and you feel you can no longer find your way
Life is not the same when the everlasting love has ended and you can no longer reach out for it
Life is not the same when the change of the season is just another adjustment in life and you fight to enjoy the simple things
When life begins to feel empty and numbed by the pain of losing the love of your life it is at that very moment you realize that you are the one left behind,

You never will comeback

What is Life
if the time goes not by days, weeks or months but by the moment I saw You last time
if I call your name and there`s no reply
if I can fit the green grace in your eyes, and I don`t see then often so is always dark
What is Life
if my days are ending passing over your shadow and saying good night
if I imagine You in the arms of destiny, wishing to be mine
if a thousand times I scream forgive me and only silence is coming back
What is Life
if I am dying here and You never will comeback.

Just like before

Life's a mess
Where joys are less
And seems to me
To be free of all kinds of joy
For all to enjoy
And it is true
That less are the views
And troubles are more
Just like before

Some ups, Some downs

Life has some ups
Life has some downs
Life shows us blues
Life shows us some browns
But nothing ever stops or forever drops
Life goes on and on
With its eves and morns
And this is not the end, It is this world's trend
So accept it without asking why, Just to your fullest here try
And believe dear that one day, You'll end life's journey's way
And then quietly you'll go, ending your role in this show
And even then you'll see, Here in this world's tree
Spring will come to smile, And spread joys for miles

Digital Dream

His name: crosses yours
Her reply: publicly so, no threat
private message, 

messenger, 

instantaneous
Some form of reciprocation, understanding
all he has is the idea of you
He will fall in love with the idea of you in lieu of your touch taste
but all so soon once again,
he's lost in his head and you fail to appear
Do you really want to remove this person from your contacts list?
it as was what once it has always been,
a digital dreams serving us as sideline
He went looking for you in that dream anyway
Can you hear him in your memory now..!
A little egg of plausible response the mystery of spark or nothing

We burn alone in this room alight with a glow

We're monitored without emotion throughout it all

Our beds are calling, in our lonely distant homes. 

A question of two strangers who share the same desire.
Each wanting to start what they hope will be a burning fire.
A glimpse of the future provided by another,
Developed an usual encounter an, “Internet Lover.”
The words they exchanged capture their attention like a spell,
One says a joke, the other writes .. a harlequin story she could tell.
Already both have shared stories disclosing things in their past.
And they share what they feel will form a love that will last.
A common bond that has intrigued both and has them wanting more.
A new endeavor embraced by both, a journey together they will explore.
And if something should happen causing the burning fire to end,
Both internet lovers made a promise to always remain internet friends.

All the morning

Someone said my name in the garden, while I 

Grew smaller in the spreading shadow 

Grew larger by my absence to another,
Grew older among the ants, ancient
under the opening heads of the knowledge flowers,
new to myself, and stranger.
When I heard my name again, it sounded far,
like the name of the child next door, or a favorite cousin visiting for the summer,
while the quiet not thankful seemed my true name, a near and inaudible singing
born of hidden ground.
Quiet to quiet, I called back.
And the birds declared my whereabouts all morning.

From blossom, to sweet

From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilant of peach.
There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet

If

If at all
the heaps of wealth should take us, that should be towards generosity.
the praises showered should fill in us, that should be feelings of humility.
all the experience should teach us, that should be more and more simplicity.
the strength should provoke in each of us, that should be solidarity and humanity.
the love should sow in each of us, that should be seeds of empathy, sympathy.
the God could preserve in each of us, that should be purity and sincerity.
and If at all,
at the end we could take with us, that should be heart full of love's ingenuity.

Wills in a broken hearts

Wills is the thing which keeps us living,
and love is the thing for which we keep on living,
when wills is shattered we start to die,
and when heart is broken we long to die.

A single grain may not go waste

Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer,
to grow the food which so comfortably we eat.
think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours,
rather than just rice and wheat.
millions die due to lack of food, so is their fate,
but we are lucky to have every time enough in our plate.
we may never go to the fields to produce the food,
but my friend 'food saved is food produced'.
so lets take a vow today to put in our plate only that much which we can eat,
so that even a single single grain may not go waste.

just two lines

Weakness is a sin, softness is a power,
infatuation a disease, love holy flower

Just like the days, when i used to be a child.

A Laugh is the gentle blow of a wind,
which cools down the heart for a moment,
but a Cry is the rain which washes away,
the dirt of pain off the heart forever.

Have the knowledge,
learn about the things,
but become not prisoner of a cage,
seek to fly as if it were your wings.

The desire is intense,
the passion is wild,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
The eagerness to learn,
the will to burn,
are again as bright,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
i know i can do it,
i know i can achieve it,
the confidence is just right,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
neither i fear from anyone,
nor i lack the courage anymore,
i am always ready to give a try,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
i have lost all the pride,
no traces of ego in me anymore,
i am humble again with simple smile,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.