Life is not fair,

Life is not fair, So it is futile to compare. 
Grass always seems greener on the other side, 
Who knows what skeletons in their cupboard people hide? 
That couple who seem to be made for each other, 
In privacy, for all you know may not be talking to one another.
The man who seems to have achieved all his goals, 
Might be waging wars in the silent chambers of his soul. 
A woman may hide her tears behind her make up and smile, 
As she doesn't want to appear cynical and senile. 
We all have to play the cards we have been dealt with, 
And try to remain calm and not seethe. 
Every hardship is an opportunity to grow, 
So keep on moving even if you feel low. 
I hold silent conversations with God, 
And ask “what lessons am I supposed to learn lord? 
If in silence you listen to your inner voice, 
You will be able to maintain your poise. 
Don’t lose hope, at times that’s all you have.
Take one day at a time and be brave. 
Acceptance, surrender gives a lot of peace, 
Lighten your burden and help one to move with ease. 

What in Your Right Mind is the Heart Thinking?

To write poetry of a different kind sometimes deserves a calm and
Soothing mind patiently waiting for the heart to find what it
Desires just at the right time the mind never knows what words to
Rhyme until the heart knows what to say on each and every line
To deepen the passion the person has so greatly intertwined
Inside the heart and mind trying to decide which one should be left
Behind-the heart or the mind-and which one should be used more
Frequently for the words the person chooses to say what is on the
Heart or on the mind.
To some people it sounds peculiar to say what is on the mind
Before what is on the heart since poetry is usually stimulated from a
Passion the mind can only think about expressing but can not feel
Fulfilled until the heart is appealing the busy mind with the words
It must try to rhyme to give poetry the most wonderful flowing time. 

Unite

To be apart of a family like mine 
Is so divine 
Where love is shown, hurt is shared 
Our love for each other is never impaired 
We talk 
We laugh
We cry
but we are a family and we do it all together
For as a family we do it all as one
You hurt one you hurt all
And as a family unit we will all stand tall
for we are family
A family full of strength
A family full of love
A family no one can touch
That's why I love my family so much.
Unite.

Peace

Who has the most toys
Who plays the game
Try to get what they got; And it's all in vain.
'They' don't like 'Them'
Because the colour of their skin
Keep 'Those People' out; Let 'These People' in.
While the humans were fighting each other; The enemy came in.
You ask someone's opinion,
And if their opinion you don't like; You protest against them,
Try to bring them down; Try to force your opinion as right.
While the humans were fighting each other;
The enemy came in.
You don't like 'Those People' because…
You really don't know why;
You're just doing what you were taught,
Now you're teaching your children the lie.
It's not fair; And sing 'We Shall Overcome.' But,Who shall overcome; When you're killing each other off ?
Humans come together, When there's a tragedy
Say, 'Let's pull together and be strong.'Then time pass, 
Humans forget about love; And go back to picking the bone.
'They' say it's 'Them' 'He' said it's 'Him.'
And pride stood up strong; No one wanted to say I'm sorry.
No one wanted to forgive.
And while the humans were fighting each other; The enemy came in. He says, 'I have the solution.'
They say, 'Our solution is best.'
Humans won't unite, Struggling for power; Failing the love your neighbour tests.
What is the hope, and the solution; For our world today?
Let's all turn back to the Lord; And He will direct our way.
Get back to moral standards, Repent, trust in God
And all you should know that, You can't separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.

To you my Mother

A mother's love is consistent 
and patient, it will never fade. 
A mother's love is warm and 
compassionate, even in the 
shade. A mother's love will 
always help you through the 
weakest hours. A mother's love 
is always like a bouquet of 
flowers. A mother's love is 
strong and will never steer 
you wrong. A true mother's 
love is beautiful in many ways. 
A true mother's love is sincere 
and it takes a mother's love to 
conquer our fears. A true mother's 
love knows the depth of love. A 
true mother's love is contentment, 
just like God's love. My mother's 
love is absolutely all of the above.

Mother

Besides God, you are closest to me
And the best gifted mother that live
You stood up to the responsibility
Of being God's Earthly representative
You were never ignorant to your duty
Or stop loving me in any way
The choice was yours directly
Of wanting to be a mother some day.
In life you stand out amongest society
With affection, inspiration and love
Your soul has been blessed so wisely
Truly, you are a special from above 

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