حكاية علم

احمر ... دم

اسود ... موت

ابيض ... كفن

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Tomorrow will come, will be today

Too hurt, too bewildered to be angry
Take me away from this moment
So that I can deny its' existence
Close the curtains, block out the light
Lock all the doors and windows
Retreat into just one room
As I am retreating inside
Sit, curled up on the floor
Next to the roaring fire
Though the heat doesn't reach me
I am as a lump of ice
Numbed beyond tears; mind dead to feeling
I'm surprised to find my heart still beating
If this was a play or film
I would be screaming, crying
But I cannot cry, my eyes are dry
Thoughts have the attention span of a butterfly
As I hold my hurt to me
Like a child at a woman breast
Tomorrow will come, will be today
Oh, hasten tomorrow, become yesterday
Then I can maybe start to forget
Yet for now, no wish to acknowledge this
Shut out the world, let it leave me alone
Grant me the right to be on my own
Until I can reach the height of acceptance
And learn once more to live again 

power

If there's a brotherhood of man where are we in that
Is there a sisterhood of women and considering that no matter
What we may believe in or not or indeed the color of our skin
All our organs are the same and red is the color of our blood
Man is born of woman, lives and dies no matter in what country
So while man continues to fight man
How can there be a true brotherhood of Man
There is a power in taking
But more power in giving
There is a power in revenge
But more power in forgiving
There is a power in destroying
But more power in letting something live
There is a power in denying our true age
But more power in showing that we've lived. 

Poverty

For most of us there are times when we find it hard to smile
When we ask ourselves is life really worthwhile? 
But even when hope out of us does seem gone
The will to live makes us want to live on
Poverty is to be found everywhere
And millions of people in the big World out there
Are sleeping on park benches or uncovered on the ground
The homeless of the World in numbers abound
Of riches I am one who cannot boast
But I know that I am luckier than most
Millions of exposure to weather and malnutrition every year do die
The poor people far less lucky than I
We may have little to smile about but would you not agree
That there are millions worse off than you or me? 

Fate is fact

So silent, strange is life-storm
Who can playfully his play perform.
Nothing is clear, nothing exact, 
Desire is fancy, fate is fact.
Soul's bird wants to fly so high
But the fist of dust is made to die
This conflict is the basic defect.
Even if we reach the glory of fame
And each our dream may prove the same
Even then we cannot feel perfect.
Desire is fancy, fate is fact.
Here we want to live for ever
Fear of death comes to devour
Our passing away we cannot reject.
I wish flowers may not wither
And autumn may not come hither
That Nature her course may neglect.
Desire is fancy, fate is fact.
Desire is glass, fact is stone
In the fair of world, man is alone
Often light things cast a heavy impact.
May God bless you O my dear
Sorrow of no type should come near
Service of man I choose my sect.
Desire is fancy, fate is fact. 

I envy our human ancestors

I envy our human ancestors though we've come a long way from the cave
They did not hunt with heavy powered rifles and to survive they had to be brave
I hope that today they are happy in that kingdom beyond the sky
They lived in a different World so different to you and I.

From the treacherous jungles of Africa their journey of conquest began
And they battled their way up the food chain the ancestors of modern man
And if they killed they killed for survival and they survived against all of the odds
So different to those who came after and they worshipped different Gods.

I envy our human ancestors of the guilt of sin they did not know
They killed creatures to eat them only and the pace they lived life at was slow
But the World they lived in it would seem was a better and a more peaceful place
They could not have realized their descendants would evolve
to a super race.

I envy our human ancestors they lived life in a simple way
Their achievement was their survival and we top the food chain today
We may have come far since the cave days but for progress a high price we pay
And the World we live in more dangerous than their World was sad to say. 

Envy is a disease

Envy is a disease of the heart, Jealousy is a disease of the mind.
They are not the same they are not one of a kind.
I can handle Jealously but run from Envy.
Jealously is negativity towards things belonging to somebody.
Envy is negativity, it’s a desire to be that somebody.
You cannot be more than what you are, believe in yourself you are great by far.
I seek refuge in God, from the Envier when he Envies.
He whispers in the hearts of men, the evil whisper of a slinking devil.
What does an Envier look like, look in the mirror and you will see.
You cannot tell one who Envies, imitation is the greatest form of flattery.
Only God can look on the heart, so judge not just stay far apart. 

In silence

In silence the flower buds gently bloom, 
In silence they waft their sweet perfume.
In silence grows the blades of grass, 
In silence I pen down my verse.
Speech is silver, silence gold, 
Good deeds silently performed, 
Is more eloquent than words! 
In silence lovers cuddle and sleep, 
True love communicates through oceans deep! 
Look at the mountains towering so high, 
Clouds kiss their tops and silently float by! 
In silence the monks move their prayer beads, 
In silence they perform their charitable deeds.
In silence the sun rises and shine, 
In silence the moon beams softly smiles.
In silence my God I invoke, 
In silence rise my incense smoke.
In silence my inner-self unfolds, 
In silent prayer my hands I fold.
In silence, with Him I communicate, 
In silence I surrender to my fate.
In silence I beg Him to make me whole, 
In silence to Him I surrender my soul! 
In our noise polluted world, silence is difficult to find, 
But I know, one day, this Silence shall be mine! 

The education of the young mind

The education of the young mind
Took place
Behind closed doors
Because that mind -
Initially free -
Had to be 
Taught
The value of freedom.
The education of the young mind
Took place
In an open space
Because that mind -
Once closed -
Had to be
Set free
To explore itself. 

And I miss you.

How could fate have separated us? 
I think of you and miss you.
I think of your warm and inviting smile
Of the laughter that now brings tears
And I miss you.
I think of your small body wrapped in my arms
Of the hands that wish to caress your hair
And I miss you.
I think of evenings in front of a fire
Of hot chicken soup now gone cold
And I miss you.
I think of you bravely waving good bye
Of the way you walked out of my sight
And I miss you.
I think of lessons you have taught me
Of the promises I keep
And I miss you.

Your eyes

Beauty lies
Within your eyes
I can't speak
Of what I seek
Its mystery
A majesty
No purpose seems
To fit dreams
Beneath the lid
Your eyes hid

Love no one and give nothing.

How can you tell someone you love them and then turn around and bring them down? 
How can you make someone feel like they are on top of the world one day and the next in the worst part of hell? 
What makes a person feel so much affection for another then some much hatred? 
Do we ever really love someone? 
How do you know that you truly love the people you say you do? 
You can't because everyone changes and gives up the good things for something better.
No matter how much you love someone they will always turn there back on you someday.
That is what the world has turned into… A LIE! ! ! 
What happened to 'I will ALWAYS love you? 
What happened to 'We will be together FOREVER? '
What happened to 'No Matter what I will ALWAYS be here for you? 'You give your whole self to someone and they throw you away.
You put everything you have into someone and they just throw it back at you.
Why not just live alone.
Forget about other people.
Why do we need someone else to make us happy? 
Everyone WANTS someone…but do we really NEED them? 
I Love Many but I know they do not feel the deep care for me as I do them.
What do people want? 
What will make them happy? 
What is it that I have to do to show them that I love them and that I need them or I will be nothing without them? 
Why is it so hard to love me back? 
Maybe we should just go on living the way we do, hurting each other everyday pretending like we know 
what love is.
Or maybe we should stop LYING to ourselves and actually love the people around us.
Or maybe we should just not feel anything.
If you don't feel you don't hurt.
Who wants to wake up everyday knowing that someone else they thought they cared about is going to hurt them.
I sure don't.
I am done with love. 
I will go on pretending I know what it is and that I feel it, but I don't really know what it is and I never will, 
because the love that I give to people I never get back.
Love does not exist.
And pain is something that no matter how good you feel will always creep up behind you and take it all away.
Life is worthless without love and no one can love because they will never understand the true mean.
So the lives we live are a waste of life itself.
Love no one and give nothing. 

Moving on

In this world so busy, 
May it be an electron, 
Or it may be an ant, 
May it be star in the sky, 
Or may be planet, 
All are busy in their own journey! 
This world revolves so well, 
Polarity takes place, 
Positive and negative, 
May it be charges or may be human attitude! 
Never judge anyone, 
May you be a judge or not, 
You are limited by time and space, 
What stuff brought you here, 
Brought others also! 
one may be in a hurry, 
may be desperate and in fury, 
You are not here a jury, 
Life is an oven, everyone get baked here! 
No one here can walk straight, 
know thyself and thy fight, 
Be compassionate, 
Everyone is fighting with his own fate! 
No one knows destiny or destination, 
No one knows anyone's state, 
One has to pass through several phase, 
everyone has his own problems to face! 
World is divides into two, 
One can't understand the other, 
No matter on which side one may be
It doesn't matter, 
One is seen and another is seer, 
But can't decide, it is not one way affair, 
One can't decide who is fair or unfair, 
This world is like a big fair! 
One who has won himself will know others! 
electrons and protons, 
North pole or south pole, 
They have their own role! 
Be a neutron, for even neutron, 
To remain as neutron, 
It Has to move, 
stationery will disintegrate, 
So be neutron, move, move move on your way, 
If you rest awhile, you may disintegrate, 
Keep busy always and move till the end! 

Life as you know !!

The past is the past.
So why isn't it ok to ask? 
Finally at last
We all hold fast
to something outlast
only to be harassed
by something miscast.
The present is now.
We must all bow
Because of how
No one may take a bow
We must all allow
For what is going on now.
The future is to come.
It can ruin your life as it falls crumb by crumb
Everything is just so dumb
So i sit and play with my thumb
Because my mood is just so glum
The thoughts of things to come
Just keep me so damn glum. 

Cheating

Thinking without doing
Is just cheating
Doing without thinking
Is also cheating.
Breathing is living
Living is not only breathing
Living is something
Beyond breathing 
Beyond cheating. 

Tonight

"Then we will have tonight!" we said.
"Tomorrow- may we not be dead?"
The morrow touched our eyes, and found
Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
Tomorrow's gone- we'll have tonight! 

Who live by the sea

People who live by the sea understand eternity.
They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the tides, and the saltiness of their blood coresponds with the sea.
They know that the house of flesh is only a sand castle built on the shore,
that skin breaks under the waves like sand under the soles of the first walker on the beach when the tide recedes.
Each of us walks there once, watching the bubbles rise up through the sand
like ascending souls, tracing the line of the foam, drawing our index fingers along the horizon
pointing home.

The cry of my heart

Your hands are not too short
To embrace me
Nor your ears too deaf to listen
To the cry of my heart
I am here for you
Longing to be with you
Listen to the longing of my heart
Listen to the cry of my heart
You lift me up when I was down
You made me strong, when I was weak
You made me whole, when I was broken
You listen to the cry of my heart
This, I promise you
From this day on, 
I will serve you Lord
I will listen to the cry of my heart

freedom

It must be a winding road
On the road to freedom
Freedom not to hurt other people
Freedom with kind words to share
Not to look down, but to lift us up higher
It is not too late..give it a try.

Learn to share

It isn't about what you see with your eyes
when you point them up to the sky's
or what you think is lurking about
in an empty dark house, 
that gives you the shivers, 
that makes you want to shout.
It isn't about what you believe, 
it is about the life you live.
It is about the choices you make, 
about what you give and what you take.
the Divine intelligence is there
you will see it when you learn to share, 
when you learn to give
more then you receive