Who has sacrificed

She may not have had a baby, or been a wife.
Or, been able to birth, her husband's baby to life.
She is not bitter, at the absence of this blessing,
Faithful to others, her love is caressing.
Khaled, Mona and Shaker,
many others have come in their cycle.
When one day, she will grow old,
Love returned to her, will be pure as gold.
When the roll call, at last is given,
The reward, handed out in heaven,
Who is a mother? Let the bells toll!
She, who has sacrificed, and given her love. 

Rise again

Silence, evaporates the mild night tender responses, 
gather spirits of stars.
Penetrating echoes, fill the air .. early rising stratospheres, 
condensed into emotional navigation.
Eyes holding transparent eclipses, find moments of capture ever changing, how far we see across thresholds, of free thought.
Evolving in essence, we trial our own existence tumbling, with the touch of a hand reaching further for bravery, understanding fragility.
Soft melodies, play hypnotic infusion transpiring broken language
rains of doubt, never flood, a deep residing Seas.
Swaying sweetly, breezes sweep across, our changing lives condensing each hour, 
we spoke in refined destinations our shadow, followed moving tides.
Diving, without isolation a river flowing, intertwined broken barriers, minutes waiting ..
Waiting sheltering beneath rains of uncertainty, why.. why we strive to rise again. 

A melody of changing postures.

They assembled themselves like chairs, like a rounded set of stairs they're twisting drama pulling and choking on breaths of confusing spaces.
Lights chimed in the thin glow of night paralyzing any ability to leave
sounds reached in silence needed no words.
So many times before they had found this place the spaces found when there's nowhere to go
each sentence finding fondness to begin again.
The walls assembled around them as shifting tides moving in and out but their hearts, bathed in each others glimpse held together, the pieces of a forgotten season.
Living through a bronze reflection as leaves turn to gold and winter grows fond, of a withered heart
their world of soaring stars gazed back upon them
then broke them apart into small specks of dust to find a way back through the winds which evoked, a melody of changing postures.

To be with you.

Whatever I do, 
Reminds me of you.
My heart pounds with yours.
I listen to my heart, 
Guess it tells me what? 
My heart pounds with yours.
It tells me to do, 
What my soul tells me to.
My heart pounds with yours.
All I have is you, 
A friend so true.
My heart pounds with yours.
All I want to do, 
Is to be with you.

This can't be earth

no foes 
no poison in my plate 
no day dreaming
no yearning 
no need to fear my fate 
no plagues
no sickness to guide me to my grave 
no tyrants 
no homicidal kings....
no .. oh no, this can't be earth 

Moving on

Moving on
Means moving up
Learning to love
Is learning to trust
Opening your heart
Opens the soul
All these things
Make someone whole
Life’s lessons
May be hard to learn
But in the long run
What you gain outweighs what you lost

Store of life

I breathe
But there is no life
I speak
But no one is there to hear
I am dying
A little each day
For the reason to live
Is no longer in my heart
Life's expectations
Are nowhere to been found
Gave it my all
Got nothing back
Maybe it time to checkout
Before the store of life closes
For another day of today
Is not worth the wait

Sleep tight

there's two deeply different way of to feel sick
when your heart is hitted by greed
this grow fast like a bad seed
when your heart is flashed by Love
You bring other's around on a glove
when one heart is bited by greed
is who has around then turn to dead
when one heart is touched by Love
around we feel a healing fly of a dove
only Love let You sleep tight
the sleep of the right

Inceptions

It's the only way to get away from this lonely world,
I make my own place where I can go,
A place that I travel to every time I close my eyes,
I drift away,
On a cloud,
Of into my dreams I go,
I stay there as long as possible,
Or until I hear the sound,
Of my alarm clock,
For then to my great disparity
I have to come calmly back here to earth,
To face the horrible things of the day,
With a longing in my heart to go back to the friendly place,
But I know when the sun goes down,
I'll float back up,
High in the sky,
To greet my world,
The knowing is what gets me through my day,
The knowing that greets me at the night,
Sleep.

What is the main responsible for love..!

Deep within my heart of hearts,
I say a prayer for you.
I ask my God above to protect and bring,
All the happiness I have received from you.
I've asked Him to protect you,
From any danger or harm.
And that He would give you all I'd gotten,
When you held me in your loving arms.
I know that we're no longer together,
But your loving memory still lives in my heart of hearts.
That's where I choose to keep it
And have... from the very start.
I'll keep it there in hopes one day,
That you'll soon return.
Where I can give you all MY love,
From all of your loving sweetness learned.
but I’m still wonder ..
What is the main responsible for love ... The heart or the eye or otherwise
I'm sure that the splendour’s top when you smile ..
and thousand of tears in your eyes,
and patience's top when you keep silent,
and you have a hurt talks in your heart,
and the pain's top to get hurt from who you love
and the love's top to love who has hurt you.  
And the love's the most is to love entirely with your soul

You Will reap what you sow

You Will reap what you sow 
Media leads us to see beyond utopia
but its not more than illusion and hysteria
their sentences are nothing more than lies
but why do we keep buying their lines?
is it because we keep running away from the truth and losing our belief ?
or we just want to find the comfort in pain to make us feel relieved.
A little boy watching television
'Batteries not included' influences his decision
On his new G.I. Joes
The T.V. he is staring at should be one of his greatest foes
'Oh that, that's not cool anymore.'
Because the man in the box said moments before
Lets shell out our money to mass corporations
Before we even think about it, we are set in animation
'I'm so ugly. I'm too fat! '
There's nothing wrong with her; why would she say that?
The flickering, bright box is full of ladies with perfect elegance
But examine them more closely; some are not worth the glamorous romance
The media is our slave and master
Pulling us with much rave and faster
It is mind control, no subliminal messages involved
Just hearing it broadly and the problem is solved 
I really have little regard for most media; for they are parasites, who prosper at the cost of the misery and despair of others

The Media

I stare at the television news....
Assaulted by violence
Stunned by the inhumanity of a Godless society.
I listen to the radio....
Embarrassed by ads that tout promiscuous pleasures
Outraged by the thinly disguised, decadent discourses of the shock jocks.
I read the newspapers and magazines....
Cuckolded by corporate America
A loser in the games politicians play
Violated, shamed, cheated, and betrayed I try to turn it all off
But like a bitter pill, the distasteful images linger
Nor can I go along with eyes shut and ears muffled
Living (or not) in a padded room of my own making
I cannot function without information
Though my senses are wounded by the brutality of the media.
I crave thoughts that might ease my distress....
Like a mother’s soft whispers to her crying baby
Like the beauty that shines from faces that know love.
I don’t want the reality that the media rapes me with
I want the reality that God promises in his Word! 
 You believe everything you’re told;
None of your thoughts are actually your own.
Your imagination has become decayed,
as the beast leaves you in disarray.
Good friend, I hate to break it to you,
but you’ve become a simple tomfool.
You mindlessly follow the pack
with others who don’t have your back. 
Media leads us to see beyond utopia
but its not more than illusion and hysteria
their sentences are nothing more than lies
but why do we keep buying their lines?
is it because we keep running away from the truth and losing our belief ?
or we just want to find the comfort in pain to make us feel relieved

Just be kind

I don’t want to Cry
What may come my Way?
I shall not sway
Face difficulties Anyway
Fight with all the Might
Make the life nice and Bright
Problems will keep coming
Shall solve them
Without Failing
I’ll keep my Promise
With all the Sweetness
Without any Bitterness

What is politics?

I do not know
What is politics?
To me it seems to be
Poly tricks
Played by people
Involved in multiple
Gimmicks
Called as leaders
Telling lies
Fooling people
Is their passion
Their sole goal
Is Power
However it may come
By hook or by crook
Africans or Europeans
Situation is the same

Within the confines of the mind

There's a war being waged within the heart of man.
Adam's first sin against God's master plan.
The aged old classic of good versus evil,

This Duality I fight within my soul.

But what decides what is Angel’s Ballad,

 And what is Devil’s Song?

One man's right is another man's wrong!!
The silent war wages dusk to dawn,

All participate whether the queen or the pawn!.

The battle is real and you have to take a side,

On your decision does the result ride.
There are those true saints who follow the Master's plan,
Then those who belong to the Satan’s clan!
There are fence sitters, who straddle both side,

To the highest bidder will they abide!

How does this duality survive within the confines of the mind?

Surely, one must win and the other will lose!
Outcome will be settled by,

 What we feed our mind,

And whom we choose to Amuse! 

If we nurture for good,
then evil grows hungry and cold,

If we work in a
little evil it will take root and little by little,

Good will lose the hold.
The complexities of the duality are great indeed; we all must
feed one or the other.
So my question can only be, what's on your table and who
are you having for dinner.

Everyone expects respect

Love gives comfort; respect gives courage.
Love sedates one and respect inspires.
Love lulls you and respect awakes you.
You can’t demand love but command respect.
Love with respect or respect with love
Is what people, be high or low, expect
From those outside their family circle.
There only exist human relations. 

Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave 

Once I read those wise words to a great writer..
"If we can not respect another, How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs, How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race, How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others, How can we expect respect in return"
"" David H.""

Its funny

Its funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye
Its funny how remembering good memories can make you cry
Its funny how forever never seems to really last
Its funny how much you'd lose if you forgot your past
Its funny how friends can just leave you when you're down
Its funny how when you need someone there never around
Its funny how people can change and think there so much better
Its funny how many lies can be packed into one love letter
Its funny how people can forgive even tho they cant forget
Its funny how one night can contain of so much regret
Its funny how crazy and ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all .. Is that none of that seems funny to me

Alone

Sometimes I just sit in the dark, by myself in my room.
Staring at those fish in the aquarium, so full of gloom.
It helps me think..
Whether that's good or bad, looking around at all the light blue, Sometimes happy and other times sad.
I don't want to talk... I want to be in a place I consider mine.
I don't want to walk... If you ask me what's wrong I'll answer, 
'I'm fine.'
I wish everyone wouldn't worry, There's nothing wrong.
Sometimes things get blurry, when I listen to those old songs.
If I want to sit there ... Then let me be.
I don't always need you in my mind.
I don't let many see the real mine.
You may think it's 'unhealthy'
That it's not good
That I just sit here quietly.
I know you're just doing what a good person would.
But sometimes it's okay to sit, to not have many phone calls,
But only for a little bit. It's okay for me to be alone.

Alas!

A dove sitting today .. On the termite eaten branch of peace, looks sometime towards the garden 'n sometime towards her curtailed wings.
The big fish must not think the small, foodstuff of her own fate; Tears are amazed in eyes of the deer 'n paws of the lions are blood stained.
Scattered are the bodies enshrouded, flown away kites and crows
Scratching them all, they are sitting In the arenas of mosques and temples, 'n some have perched on walls of churches.
Nature of the veracious animals never changes, though they move in the civilized aprons, yet a wild smell emits out of their bodies.
Under the flag of peace and friendship Blood flows from all sides on the globe.

In the gloom

You held me close, I held you near,
When we were together there was no fear,
I was no longer scared of what had been,
I was no longer scared of what I'd seen,
I'd never felt this way before,
You numbed the pain, stopped me being sore,
But then you changed you broke my heart
You'd lied to me from the start,
You left me there in a darkness room,
On my own, in the gloom,
You promised me more than one night,
what happened, did you lost the sign ?