I write every word with hope, that you will read it one day
It will be my chance
To explain
To show you
How it really felt
To see you radiant
To make you smile
To feel for one second, you were only mine
The rays of your love that never fade, our world unaware was of it all
The nights brought the passion
The days promptly stole
Without the words, conversation flowing
But please tell me, are we failed in the end, to keep it going
Like a candle burning on a window sill
In the darkness of the night admist silence
He lies in quiet desperation in hopes that a falling star will shine its light of mercy upon his broken dream,
It was the high of love that didn't last
The chaotic fluster of emotion drifting from his thoughts, through his veins and into his bleeding heart,
As tears of innocence softly caress his cheek
Falling behind time, upon the candles flames in attempt to dim the fires bright passion,
Reflecting the anger behind a missing kiss, the shadows behind a series of laughter face to face.
Now in a solitude of darkness, with only the glimmer of the moon sneaking through a window
And a flicker of the candle's last light,
A calming fills his soul, like a tree that grows and stands alone,
Strong and mighty against the battles of thunderstorms and fierce winds
A thing of natural ugliness
A piece of art when the sun shines its rays through his falling leaves,
Even in the darkness of night the moon start to fade away...
Day after day, alone, tall and strong but
People will see him; an uglyl tree of failed dreams.
I knows I'll see you... in this side, or another
What Is the difference between a daydream and pretend..!!!
Both memories that fade away
Both moments that were created as a ways to an end, Whether to fall into slumber or leave reality
What’s the difference with either creativity..!
You can dream you live miles away,
Pretend you are everything you are not
You can dream you are rich,
Pretend that your fears will stop
You can dream that you are in love
Pretend that you are famous,
You know what your soul is made out of
You can pretend these hopes do not matter
But
What is the difference..?
Who is to say.?
You can spend eternity pretending and dreaming your life away.. without a single day can count as alive.. for when you are alive..!!
You create dreams among many other things and the despair inbetween.
You hold on to hope, keep you warm like a sleeve, dry your tears so you may cope.
You learn kindness for, family, friends even for your beloved to help in your adventure, to stay by you till the end..
For when you are alive, one thing you will need
It is love,
To envelop you
To flourish you from just a seed, from just a daydreamer or a pretender to be alive again.
Does anything ever changes..?
The days that slow go bye
And the ones you wish to tell
The tears you watch them cry
The plans you have
The truths to see
The hopes you savor
Ever cease to be
Qualm the joy that life may bring
Or the time ... to remembering
Last the joke that is undone
Stop the ever, setting sun
Watch tomorrow slowly become today
And like untold speech, stay the same... same way.
If you sit down at set of sun and count the acts that you have done to this very humble someone,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed,
One word that eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went,
Then you may count that days in nothing you ... spent.
But if, through all the livelong day, you've cheered no heart, by here ot there, yea or nay
If, through it all you've nothing done that you can trace, that brought the sunshine to one face,
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost,
Then count that day as worse than lost.
Unknown destination, unseen morrow to the unawake dream of the thoughts unborn, In the island with a small firmament into the hidden truth, saturated from humans deception.. like what..!!!!
Like the fish in the lake of the dark night,
King to self, slave to water and servant to the god
Amazing you are to me,
a life without your smile or voice... I find it hard to live.
Precious you are to me,
a life without your touch. I find it hard to adore.
It feels like a huge massive hole has, been digged in my heart.
a life without you will never be the same all an all.
I've been teared apart the day you walked out on me.
I never found a meaning to uphold my wishes without you...
I strongly feel that missing you is a job I shouldn't have resingned from.
That's why I say..!
never give up on someone you, can't go a day without thinking about.
My rights, yours rights, our rights.. Human Rights
From a mechanic shop came a cry of a boy...
What are my rights..?
Education or being a mechani..!!
From a house came a cry of a girl...
What are my rights..?
Doing the household work like a slave or education..!
From a house came a cry of a women...
What are my rights..?
Being made a slave or a free citizen..!
From a poor countries came a cry of striving human....
What is his rights..?
To watch his national resource absorbed, or fight for his dying rights...!
My rights, your rights. our rights.. is do the right,
The road ahead is long, but keep on moving.
I know, it is hard to follow along, but just put one foot ahead the other and you will make it.
The is path narrow, but keep strong.
You'll be there soon!
Yes, i konw the path is bumpy, but just keep walking onward.
Life is what you call this narrow path, It is full of trails, making you go over bump after bump, but remember to keep moving forward.
For you're almost there.!
Pour your light beam in my eyes to vanish the darkness of the years.
Remove my pain,
turn this garden blossom,
turn on the light to this city of shadows..
Flutters.. flutters with dove wings.
For I need you to become "when I'll sinking in that deeply universe sea", My island.
Whatever I'll go west,
whatever I'll go east..
I can't find anyone to hugging me but you.
Opening you heart to conjoin me,
Wipe up my carefree with your cordiality and affection
When tears shed will give the permission to our words to have a meaning, beyond .. O
And only longing tears will speech.
The paths we go through were so long, but..
sooner we will achieve our dream of wishful thinking..
sooner we will be near from the impossible.
The dream within my heart is like a dove,
A dove raising after the resurrection, to scatters peace on the sea shore.
pour your light beam in my eyes,
Vanish the darkness of the years,
Remove the pain, turn this garden blossom..
You lied and enjoying play games, I'm honest and never pretending.
You flirt, I'm hurt.
You wanted me to be something with value, I needed you if you are nothing but my wife.
You forgot, to remember, I remember and barely forget.
You promised none, I keep my words to anyone.
You stopped everything, I started something.
You're done, I'm trying.
You said you loved me... hay... Stop lying,
You should repear this until we will meet..
"Big or small.. lies are lies"
The night draws in, birds no longer fly.
I sit with a coffee and the only sound is my sigh.
my thoughts... drifting through, the memory of you.
Why does life turn around,
when the best you think you've found.
I look to the sky, and take a deep breath,
Dear God tell me why... why you send me along the rocky roads, when i yearn to be on the flat.
I guess ill get used to that.
I think of tears, upon our fears..
I would love to hold on all my longing, but i know at some points we all need space.
maybe in few months to come, we may meet again, not in dreams but in reality..
things may be different, or they may be the same.
but deep in my heart,
I'll still carry a flame... flame of hope to find a reasonable cause for all this nonsense actions..
I'll still carry a flame... flame of Moonlight to let you find me in that darkness road ..
I can see it in there eyes, They feel nothing towards me aside from hate.
I look away from them in emotional pain and at the same time accept it.
For, this has long been my fate..
To actually know me is an ideal they long since dismissed, They are unable to see that I have done nothing to them, I am hated merely because I exist or maybe because of my color skin, anyway..
I do not want them to feel that way but when i look at their stone faces, I am forced to turn away
So now I beg of you, Please...
Please don't hate me.
Life is something that is unknown
Life is something that is yet to be shown
Life is planned by the decisions we make
Life is made by the things you fake
Life is a thing that cannot be explained
Life has still a while to be made
Life is inspired by the people we see
Life is about the friends we meet
Life is filled with friends and family
Life is to be taken very carefully
Life is about the people we'll left
Life is being hear, listen not being deaf
Life is not a stream of qualifications
Life is an experience to take in consideration
Life may be made by experiences or by school
Life may not always be cool
Life has bad times that create suffering and pain
Life has good times that won't be gain
Life will always bring you down, until you learn the leason and stand up, again.
In the heavens the angels sing
Purple organs and little things
Song goes along with the moon ring
Fly by on their silver wings
Greece..
Growing power, smiling flower
Inspiration place, beautiful face
Incomplete dreams, waiting in the dark, that hidden light beams
blue and white, feelings glow bright
brilliant mind, sensitive but not kind
In the heaven, the angels sing,
purple orangs and.. little things.
After a long day I wish to relax and unwind and get away from the pressure pf everyday tedious life, So I can calm my restless soul with encouraging lessons and words and hush the voices of concerning echoes in my mind..
After a long day I want to enjoy fully moments of peace and serenity thinking aboit you, And absorb the warmth of care even it's still seems unfair, So I can unburden my agitated spirit and build enough stamina to finally reach the finish line on this narrow path called a restless life.
After a long day I don't want to feel burdened by mishaps, misunderstanding and mistakes but I wish to gather positive words and emotional strength to capture the beauty and purity of the moments and build the blocks of hope to pass through hurdles and unwind and to have the strength to builds from it, the bridge needs to explore your hidden treasures someday.
She sings like a playing set of happy flute, her sweet voice is a cure in my ears.
And I heard her singing with all the sweetest tones; that pleasing voice of her, to me brings joyful tears..!
Behold upon her lovely lips are spring flowers, on her bright face is the softness of rose petals
The smoothness of her cheeks are of summer bloomers, and her beauty is like the spring blooming florals.
The sweetness of her soul carries my mind away and the kindness of her heart touches my feelings
The gentleness of her spirit brightens my day, and the goodness in her awakens my mornings.!
Yet as a bear sleeps in snow for the next warm spring, so shall my love wait for i truly love you, and true love's patient, endurng years of waiting..
And steadfast for the long waited union of two.!
Cowardly is he who knows the reality and tries to escape from it.
Careless is he who knows the reality and chooses to ignore it.
Courageous is he who knows the reality and stands to face it.
Moments in oue life filled with hopes in morrow,
Then the pain that follow,
leaves us very .. hollow,
Each road we talked ended so narrow,
Others know; the look being, different than they ..
not better not smarter not prettier.. just us and a hearts full of sorrow.
