Goodnight..

Loyalty .. Ch03, in the distance

We say that love demands a lot from you, but reality suggests it is not at all true.. Two very simple things in love are a must, one is devoted loyalty and a faithful trust..
Trust in your love make sure it is deep, the returns you get is for you to keep.. The stronger the bond its harder to break, has to be so when there's so much at stake..
When in a relation, its trust that you need, true belief in your love demands your heed.. Once broken to pieces is hardly rebuilt, at times you have to live with all the guilt..
Here loyalty too plays an important role, offers a soothing cohort to a longing soul.. Staying with your love in joy and sorrow, smiles you give and the tears you borrow..
In a relation, loyalty brings you close, the faith you show, when beside you pose.. Just one false step of treacherous mind, cracks apart relations of every kind..
Sometimes these emotions are put to test, puts two hearts in a conflicting unrest.. one reason all problems are easy to shun, is trusting the loyalty of your beloved one..
A relation in itself is a bond so strong, for together we face all the right and wrong.. These factors decide how long we can stands, here loyalty and trust walk hand in hands..
"This poem only to my woman; I'm sorry and I love you now and after forever"

God control everything.

when alone with my thoughts, I contemplate control and many other things so mysterious control what exactly is this puzzling aspect of life.!!
an illusion, reality, wait, it's only an idea right..! or something else altogether, like a guiding force.!
control has no substance, control isn't tangible yet this thing, I can see and I can hear, compare not instead of... I can feel even through distance.
control is a beautiful thing when we possess it control is power, control is responsibility, control is an ultimate privilege
If we lose it, we become unbalanced no longer harmonious, we feel powerless.. and behind this large grey cloud we can see a golden outline, we know the sun is there, yet sometimes I wonder are we puppets on a string..!
and does anyone actually control anything but god and what meant to be.. no, nothing control over our choices but destiny.
We believe in ourselves because we believe in God.

He comes...

Have you not heard his silent steps ?
He comes, in time he comes.
Every moment and every age,
every day and every night he comes, in time he comes.
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,
but all their notes have always proclaimed,
In the fragrant days of last sunny day in November through the forest path he comes,
comes in time.
In the rainy gloom of nights on the thundering chariot of clouds he comes, comes to face the truth.. 
In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon his heart, and it is the golden touch of destiny feet that makes your joy to shine

Natural

Trees and plants in full bloom, I think it's spring again
Flowers grow in cluster, I think it's winter again
Everything is designed to smile, the plants really enriches the soil artful nests built by birds to let the younger ones rest in peace
Flowers are unlocked to paint the lap of earth refreshing the toil, by balmy showers I think it's summer again.. Decluter the chains by flood and flow beholding the lives
I think it's autumn again.. this is life, natural and how we actually act towards it..

Disloyal, even to apologise

We met in love when I had nothing, I was loyal to you.
We set our life when I had everything, you denied my trust.
We were close felt great for a while in desperate madness.
We are close no love to deserve but fear to give up.
We were dreaming to change everything while your eyes revealed fake hearts.
We are doing just to fade that memories, you are disloyal, even to apologise.. it's too late.

Homework..

If they ask you; if you are a racist, pretends you are Greek.
If they ask you; if you hate black people, say that you hate black souls.
If they ask you; if you hate need, say you hate Zionism.
If they ask you; if you are against homosexuale, say you are in favour of the reproduction of humans.
If they ask you; if you are abortion say you are profile.
If they ask you; if you abused animals, say you love them all.
If they ask you; if you are rich, say how are you in feelings..!!
If they ask you; if you are owe me, say you owe the god.
If they ask you; if there is a God, say to look at the sun with bare eyes.
If they ask you; what team are you on, say you are a fan.

shouting in the land of deaf..

No matter why, nor where, nor when she came, there was her place. No matter what other's said, no matter what she was, nor who she is, living or dead, Faithful or not, he loved her all the same..
The story was as old as human shame, but ever since that lonely night she fled, with books to blind him from seeing her, he had only read the story of shouting in the land of deaf..
There she was always coming pretty soon to fool him back again, with penitent scared eyes pretending someone else,  that had in them the laughter of the moon for baffled lovers, and to make him think everyday.
Before once she gives him time enough to wink, Sin's kisses will be the keys to them secret heaven.

The ridge..

Silence does not mean consent. 
Patience does not mean weakness. 
Smile does not mean acceptance. 
Demand does not mean the need. 
Absence does not mean neglect. 
Guessing does not mean fear. 
Asking does not mean ignorance. 
Mistake does not mean stupidity 
And tolerance does not mean the deficit .. 
For all are our own bridges, which we cross to reach the ridge.

اطماع الغرب ..

منذ ان ايقنت الدول العظمى ان الحرب لا تؤتي ثمارها ولا تشبع وحش الاطماع القابع في خيال كل حكام الغرب.. بداء الفكر الغربي في بدايه حقبة الثمانينات في تفعيل نظرية الفوضي سواء إن كانت خلاقة مرتبة وتظل تحت السيطرة الخفية لازرع محركيها او كانت غير خلاقة الغرض منها بدأ نذاعات بين دول العالم الثالث..

نجحت الفكره على الصعيدين وحققت نتائج غير متوقعه سواء ان كانت في احلال وتجديد السلطة الحاكمة في دول العالم الثالث تحت مظلة الحرية ومرتدية عباءة عرقية او دينيه ونجحت ايضا على مستوى عالمي .. 

بالنظر الى الاقتصاد العالمي نجد ان النظرية تطورت من تجارة السلاح تحت اسم حفظ السلام ونزع الاسلحة النوويه والكيميائية .. لترجيح طرف من اطراف النزاع على طرف آخر الى فكر اقوي واعمق... 

ماذا لو ان التحكم في الاقتصاد قد يكون الاحتلال بنوع جديد.. ماذا لو ان التحكم في الديون هو المفتاح الجديد للشرق الاوسط بل ولمعظم دول العالم.. 

Who Can We Trust ?

Who Can You Trust?
Who Can you trust in the world today?
Your friends?
They'll be just as trifling as your enemy
When you are stuck at a dead end

Who can you trust in the world today?
Your blood?
Blood is thicker than water
Don't let this be your rule
By this same rule was I fooled.

Who can you trust in the world today?
Your instructors?
Their job is to teach not to care
Your problems will appear just as thin as air.

Who can you trust in the world today?
Those who inforce and carry out the law?
This is where the world tears
They should be the ones we fear

Who can your trust in the world today?
Don't put your emotions up on a shelf
Trust no one but yourself!

She sits on the porch

She sits on the porch all day long.
As the seasons pass, so does her young age.
She greets summer in a yellow dress,
She embraces autumn with open arms.
She waits for winter impatiently, for the snow.
Covered in white, hidden from the iciness of her neighbors
Spring approaches her cautiously,
And covers the garden with roses
She is alienated by others because of her shell,
Yet nobody knows,
The memories which leave her wounded
No one dares to step in her shoes
For they fear her sadness will overcome them.
Hoping that time will heal all,
She sits on the porch.

intentionally blind person,

I hate calling you an intentionally blind person,
The way you keep ignoring things,
Why do you act like ..........,
By shutting the door of visualisation?
Don't blind yourself with healthy eyes,
For god's sake let the eyes see the ray,
All we need to do is seize the day,
The bright future that before us lies.
Feel my heartbeats and see through my eyes,
I won't let you down, there will be no poignant sighs.

Let your tears killing your fears

Lying with silent tears, attempting to hide my fears sobs oh.. covered wit deep sighs, you secretly dry your eyes, rolled over, you face him with somehow, he feels the tears on his skin.. Oh no, I have been caught but that was just what I thought, Unaware of his lie.. 
I roll back out on my side, but this was a mistake to show a smile that was fake, my distress level grows, now it's clear that he knows,
And he asks, "Are you O.K".? 
No reply I turn away covers blown, tears just flow, holds me close, never lets go,
I try hard to calm down, 'In a three months he will leave town.
'Summer's getting closer... the year is almost over... Yes it's ending, but it's not over,
you know I love you, more than you'll ever ..know,
Won't let ten minutes pass, before having me in laughs... this is why I love you,
My one and only wise ..... Oh..

In my mind..

When in my mind I think on thee, that by thought thyself alone; and the beauty's argument more sweet than in love I love thee so; but would still be in lack of words, else what to a fool is all evident, except you that of nothing real, not least in verse be revealed.. 

Not enough

I'll make you smile maybe laugh,
I'll wipe your eyes, loving in pleasure
I'll make your life worth its while
I'll make you dream
I'll open my arms when you shout or scream
I'll let you see, Past my charms
How about walk in the park
Holding hands in the dark
These are some of the things what I would do
But some how.. I'm just not good enough for you.

Cemetery of the spirit

Am I loss of interest in life..! 
Do we finally need to abandoned our dreams.! 
In the way of concessions to provide proof of our naked truth of our features, we changed to become people who are far from the truth.. sinking in oblivion seas.
Deadly boredom, greedy Vanity, Kills all the fruits of affection.
Someday we will regret all the time we lost in challenging reality. Someday we will wish to stop the time to steal more minutes before it is too late. life is the cemetery of the spirit.. yes indeed and I need to be free once again.

Fake show..

Not more by looks my eyes be blind than what by love I look, that I should hide myself from myself.
but by your beauty no more, which you by my heart possess and break the mirror of this all...
for wherever I see you not, I see the fake show of this world

Use it..

There is a bird on wings singing "hi", and "Dell" has never found solace, that in the world by time nor by love his beauty,
by Jove, can move me more but what by mind is writ ashore,
all for sake of poetry when a loitering star by night
pays homage to the moon in ebb and flow the world beside,
a helping hand in sea of troubles, is printed, printed upon the page, so, when the windows will close.. yet a one still open, for a bird on wings singing hi.. to the moo7.

Life game.

We all have different names... Some of us are young, some are old, Some of us can’t stand against the cold, all of us have strengths yet some go to great lengths just to hide them away while our favourite word is.... "okay".. even we all show love in different ways still some of us want to find a home where we can stay, some presume to know it all and some of us will fall a great fall.
We all like playing this life game.. didn't we all came from our mothers womb and end up in the same size tomb..! 
We all have the same senses but not the same emotions, we all show someone devotion but we have different faces. We all come from different ideas, different fears and different races.
We don’t know from where life came, but aren't we wonder all the same, even wonder when will it all end... for some of us it drives us around the bend.