Heads in the sand..

In our lives we all have problems to hand, should we just bury our heads in the sand.
Will the problems then disappear over night, if we close our eyes do they go out of sight.
Should we cope alone inside the dark hole, living in the darkness just like the blind mole.
When we are feeling low think of the advice, we give to others remembering it has a price.
No ones lives run just as they would choose, to bury our heads friends we could lose.
Tomorrow is another day use it to repair but the problems you did ..o. It's beyond compare.
Problems are the creation of our actions, with others we can share our reflections.
To bury you're head in the sands of time, alone and feeling lost I do think is a crime.
Many problems have I not maybe drastic, I will bounce back as on a piece of elastic.
I could just run away from it all now today and hope that they will all disappear away.
But I will stand strong and try to embrace my problems for I have dignity and grace. 

Beauty

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Beauty is in all things.
Beauty is in the sky.
Beauty is in the water ever so blue.
Beauty is the winter when trees are covered with snow.
Beauty is the summer when you smell and see the flowers grow.
Beauty is all things big and little.
Beauty is in all things ...Black and white.
Beauty is in all things, you and me.
Beauty is all around us...can't you see...!!?

My power

To some power is guns
To some power is knifes
To some power is the ability to read, and write.
To some power is control
To some power is a fist
To some power was words.
To some power is like a trapped animal trying to get out of a cage.
To some power is love
To some power is art
To some power is money
To me power is knowledge
So what is power to you.!!!! For to me my power flow from loving you.

In silence..

Say Nothing ... for in your silence, I hear a thousand words
Let me touch you ... for in that touch is a comfort I have never known
Let me lay with you ... let your garden of wild flowers .. be my shelter from all harm... Shoo listen.. My words.. My words is my words...
Believe not my words they are the waves of my blood and the warmth of my tears they are mine not yours neither believe them nor follow
Listen the tune and discover the source in your own heart 
My words have a music but bear not any meaning they may give out something if you search to see but you may miss the song coming simultaneously from your own heart within
My words are my words but can also become yours if you can flow with the current of the music they create in silence.. Now say nothing for in your silence.. I hear a thousand words.

You talk..

You talk, and I listen.  .. I listen to the silence behind your words, the way the sun licks your golden grave. How your ears hear nothing, how I whisper into them daily. 
You talk, and I wait f... or your lips to start moving. I dig my heels into the dirt next to your gravestone. 
I whisper prayers to God and my dreams to you. 
You talk, and I wander ... through the island of your thoughts, pick a happy daffodil, or gently crease a sad poppy into the ground. 
You talk and I want so much ... to hear your words someplace other than in my head. 

أصمت

أصمت...

و تظل صفحات البوح فارغة لا تملؤها كل تلك الثرثرة التي أحدِّث بها نفسي...

تظل الصفحات فارغة إلا من سطور الدمع الذي ذرفته أعين المعاناه...

سطور تئن بلا أنين ...و تصرخ حرقة بلا آهة ...

أصمت...حين يحتاج الكلام إلى حروف غير تلك التي أعتادها...

إلى كلمات لا تشبه التي سمعتها...

إلى معانٍ أعمق من تلك التي أستطيع الوصول إليها...

أصمت...لأن الصمت هو الحل الوحيد...هو الكهف الذي ألوذ به من صخب البوح و ضجيجه...

أصمت...لأغادر حصار اللغة...و أتمرد على قيود النطق...

و أمضي إلى مناطق الصمت الرحبة...

حيث لا حدود و لا قيود...

أصمت...حين تكون الكلمة خطوة إلى مجهول لا أريد المضي إليه...

أصمت...لأن الحقيقة أصبحت كالخرافة...لا أستطيع أيضاَ الانعتاق منها...

أصمت...لأن الصمت لغة تحوي كل اللغات...تواصل يعبر الآفاق و يتجاوز المسافات...

يخترق حواجز الجفاء...و الفراق...و البعد...فأهذي كما أشاء..و أغضب..

و أشتاق..و أعاتب..و أبكي..

و ابتسم..كما أشاء...

أصمت...لأن الحدث مأساة...انهارت له قوى الكلمات...

و كلما أغرت نفسها بالنهوض من جديد خذلتها

الأقدام...فسقطت تتمتم...إنها مأساة...

أصمت...لأن في العروق أسى...و في الحنايا لوعة...هي أثقل من أن تحملها ظهور الكلمات...

أصمت...لأن الصمت احتجاج على ظلم ليس بالإمكان رده...

أصمت...لأني خُذلِت!!!!! و اجتثت زهور تفتحت بالأحلام...

و حطمت أمام عينيّ كؤوس ملأتها

بالأمنيات...و أطفئت قناديل الأمل...و ظهر شعاع اليأس...

أصمت...لأن الكلمات سجينة زنزانة الجدوى...فمن العبث!!!

أن تصرخ في أذن أصمّ...أو تستنطق

شفاه أبكم...

أصمت...لأن هناك من يجيد قراءة صفحات الصمت...و يسمع همس السكوت...

أصمت...لأن الآخر يرفض الإنصات...و يخشى أن تؤلمه وقع الكلمات...فيهرب من طنين

العتاب...

و لسعات اللوم...و لكن آنى له أن يهرب من سوط الضمير الذي قد يفيق يوماَ ما...

أصمت...لأن الصمت حكمة

Hell

Playing with flames of hell, will please you to make you a slave
Her beauty passes fresh roses.. Sweetness sweeter than honey
Value precious like gold, pleasure unparallel for beauty this sweet can only be a sin leading souls into the fires of hell! 

The desert we are living around.

Things are not always as they seem, especially when you’re inside a dream... Time is like a river time is also like a stream, as it travels down on the moonbeam.
I know that my dreams will always show, the direction the river is going to flow and it’s because of this... I’ll always know, I can never be lost no matter ... where I go.
I can see all the world and still be blind.
I can see all the universe and never find.
What’s in my head what’s in my mind but I’ll see them in my dreams as they unwind.
But 
The river is always moving down.
The desert we are living around.
If I listen ... I can hear the sound.
If I’m not careful then I’ll surely drown. 

It wasn't fair

My voices drift in from the endless night, telling you they long to see the light.
You whisper to them don't give up the fight, one day they to will have the gift of sight
Though answers are near there tied down by hate, but when they arrive you forget that there late.
Though it seems sometimes it's controlled by fate.. You'll never forget the thoughts they create... As the soft voices turn to howls of dispair because the damage its done beyond repair... You desperatly long for someone to care as we call into the night, it just .. wasn't fair.!

My Illusion

What is seen is not the Truth 
What is cannot be said 
Trust comes not without seeing nor understanding without words 
The wise comprehends with knowledge to the ignorant it is but a wonder 
Some worship the formless God 
Some worship His various forms 
In what way He is beyond these attributes only the Knower knows 
That music cannot be written yet how can then be the notes ... awareness alone will overcome illusion 

Enough.

The world is in chaos. People are angry. People are frightened. Of each other, of their governments, of corporations. Of the future... We live in a system that creates want, that *needs* want in order to thrive. It’s a system that tells you that you’re not good enough, that you don’t have enough, and that if you can just *get* enough you will be happy. I’m telling you something else... I’m telling you that you are enough. There is nothing wrong with you. You are golden and I had enough.

What is love.?

The question what is love.!!! has grown from the stage of seed into a plant, in me... Its heading towards a huge tree, I couldn't bare it any longer.
So, I started brooding over it, but i have no clear answer.
So started getting answer from people around me...
Mom before she pass away answered; love strengthens every relation.
But my wise dad replied it energies a person's determination to be patient to the woman he love, it's to give her all of you and wait for nothing but her respect to who really you are.
A newly wedded couple told me, Its understanding of souls.
Expecting my friend's answer would match with one of above replies.
But it did not, he said love is a relation wit no end point.
But for a passionate lovers .. Love.. is above all.
I m deeply worried none of d above replies matched what I feel
After a great disappointment, a clarity overcame my frustrations mind .. I, then realised, 
Love is life and life is love.. There is love at every part of our life we just need to feel it, to share it with the right person and to spreads our forgiveness patiently over all the obstacles that we met.

Happy life.. Happy wife.

The doors are wide-open... These tears I cry are no longer blue
The madness is over.. I don't want to fight anymore
I love you.
Nothing can stop you from shining
You are my own Muse .. I am inspired by you
This is poetry and poetry is this
Words from the heart never part
I forgive you and I will never forget you
As the sun sails across the sky
As the stars fall upon the shore
Life goes on. .. Goes on-to you.

Real men bow only to they Queens

When you kneel, Kneel on both knees. When you bow, Bow low from the waist When you love, Love to death. And 
when your heart gets broken, Let the pain consume you to ashes and let the wind blow it away.
Re-invent yourself
Rise up on your feet
And start living again.... proudly, with your head high. For You are a human being, 
you’re not flawless.. you will do onto othersm and they will do onto you... Its how life is .. A chain of event, happenings and decisions. Don’t lose your identity be known for whom you are. Take of all your masks .. Keep on seeking our life is a journey, journy to what you love... Yet never  lose your humanity, If you lose it, you lose yourself and you die inside.
The journey stops when you pass on.
The journey never ends if you don’t’ lose your soul. Be merciful and kind to whom loves you and walk athe way beside.. Live and let live but die only for those who deserve living and worthwhile.... Cry… Cry…. Cry like a child even paint your face with mud and scream like a mad person
Lick your wounds and let them bleed clean let the scar tissues remind you of the lost battles, Don’t feel sorry for yourself cuz you are what you made yourself and losing a battle never meant that you lost the war.
Don’t  ever hate yourself, have the courage to live... dear anyone can die..
And when the angels comes lie down and let your soul go peacefully and let them kill you mercifully... nobody will be sad.. Even me.. Because now.. You are mortal .

Silent wishing

I felt asleep last night to the rhythm of silence, the ruin of darkness blinding the eyes that once peered upon the beauty that is you.
this morning i awoke to thoughts of your face, hoping you hadn't forgotten the wonder you once saw in mine. 
And I'm sad now around this room of blues, grabbing at your hands, wishing there was no other place you'd want to be than here with me.

Be honest

Honesty is true.
Honesty will never lie to you; as it fear God, bring smiles, joy and glad.
Honesty is pure, like medicine do a cure.
Honesty is clear, the heart in God's he fear.
Honesty is just.
Honesty comfort.
Honesty is fair.
Honesty do care.
Honesty is contented.
Honesty bring peace.
Honesty is humble.
Honesty is upright.
Honesty forgive.
Honesty individual possess; 
Honesty bring smile not depress.
When was the time you tell yourself you're true? 
Don't fool out on anyone or they will do the same on you. 

Imagine When I kiss you

When our lips touch explosions go off in my head flashing lights in my eyes blood rushes to my face like a celebration in my headof the love finally recognized
when i lean in for a kiss i hesitate not once for the love i seek is in contact with you the sweet sensual embrace like a celebration of our love to each other
when i think about you all i can do is smile even if we are apart because i know when i kiss you we share a mutual feeling
i know you love me .. you know i love you when.... kissing you

Yesterday..

Yestetday i heard your cry ... Like I was been every day, 
I see it in every way... You try to hide it but you can't fight it. 
You seek to find, help that is blind. 
I watch you in pain, but surly not in vain. 
Your family say I am evil, All they do is shaim
You run from your fears, Your pain and your tears. 
To seek what you can't find, because to you .... help is blind. 

There is a time..

There is...
A time to write, 
A time to listen, 
A time to learn, 
A time to play, 
A time to read, 
A time to see, 
A time to lead, 
A time to sleep, 
A time to be happy, 
A time to be silly,
A time to be mad, 
A time to be sad. 
A time to wake, 
A time to talk,
A time to stay, 
A time to walk. 
A time to help, 
A time to hurt, 
A time to scheme, 
A time to dream, 
A time to wonder,
A time to want, 
A time to try,
A time to die,
A time to love,
A time to live,
A time to make a difference, 
A time to do something. 
There is always going to be a time, 
But will you do something when that time comes..?

Garden

Inside the secret garden ....
what appears right may have shadow of wrong hidden deep under the righteous ground
What appear wrong may still possess some light covered under the thick cloak of blight
What appears true may hold false at root shielded by the shiny mask of truth
What appears false may still hold some right shrouded by the dark foggy blight. 
Inside the secret garden, 
it is always summer flowers blossom everywhere and butterflies merrily gather.. Here, morning sun shines brightly overhead every day light breeze moving white cloud slowly along its way.
At this place, your dreams are warmly embraced
It is the place where your happiness is deeply placed
Everyone has a secret garden of his or her very own
Locked away in a place where to others unknown.