Him or her

Her
Always there, Never bare, Multiply subtract, Add divide, Reading misspelled, Wondered if well
White for yes, Black for no, Always gold, Never known
All the feelings, In the world, Could never help, A lonely woman
Empty inside, Full out, Wanted more, Never a chance, A closed door, Never a glance
Sick, diseased, Apple, poisoned, Last salvation .. Never cure.
Him ..
Greedy Hunger, Always took, What she had, Never looked, What was behind, The closed door
Given more, Hated gift, Wanting to take, Open against, Hopeless tears, Stabbing fear, Tearing fate
Broken pieces, Bended rules, Never there, Used as a tool
Him or her
Extracted appeal, Broken seal, What he give is surly what he receive.

Your Greed

Where there is a need
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed
When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed
Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married
We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed
I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead.!

Greed is a desire

Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.

Justice is the basis of governance

If I was tall to touch the pole
twice the lenth of the fall.
Eyes of fire, scarlet red
to the ground, coming dread. 
The sound of wind, laughter to
small and weak they yell were do! 
Awake to the sound of silent stares
we are equal what's mine is theirs. 

Sun

Every day, Sun rises with same bright
With it's behave, It makes every one excite
you can say It is charming sight
With it's politeness, you become delight
It is the magic of the Sun keep strong and tight
When darkness changes into white
It is true that might is right
Than same white becomes night
Sun always argue for It's right
Keep ready Itself to fight
It takes always balance diet
You can touch It as a Kite
Sun always rides at It's hight
But gives the poor and the rich equel light
Regular and punctual is It's flight
keep itself calm and quiet

My best friend is mirror

Mirror is true friend of man, It tries to keep us in right path
Mirror is true reflector of everything, It tries to give it's true opinion
Mirror is sincere with everyone, It tells us what is sincerity
Mirror is faithful to every one, It never gives sorrow 
Mirror is of resolute mind, It never gives you in distress
Mirror is true reformer of the world, It tries to make civilized 
Mirror is very simple and straight, It never deceives you
Mirror is My best friend 

Watching

One lonely tree standing, In one lonely field
One lonely field sitting, In one lonely city
One lonely city laying, In one lonely state
One lonely state drowning, In one lonely nation
One lonely nation With one lonely person
Watching  .. humans drenched in hate, suffocated in lies

Lonely wolf

A lonely flower in a field
A lonely child does not yield
A lonely star in the night sky
A lonely man gives up to die
A lonely car in a cold street
A lonely girl admits defeat
The loneliness affects us all
A gutless fight, a pitless fall
A lonely time in my daily routine
Sets the tone; a deserted scene
A lonely wolf under a lonely tree
A lonely soul, this is me 

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