Hold it down..

There is a young boy inside,  he is Randy as a wolf, he will not walk away and leave these bones to an old man,
He is green tree in a forest of kindness, he has waited patiently, disappointed, humility accepted his destiny willingly waiting for the second to coming,

When he can break through his gray hairs into blossom..  And his lover will harvest honey only creates for her,  then the woods will be wild with the damn wonder of it.

Game Over

Though one are wise, be as a fool;
Though one can see, be as a blind;
Though one can hear, be as a deaf;
Patiently bear with all you meet, and politely talk to everyone.
This practice surely will lead you to the realization of the truth. 
Long is the night to one who is awake.
Long is thousands miles to one who is tired.
Long is the cycle of birth and death .. to the fool who does not know the true path in cheating game called life.
And I'm still wounder 
Who was the fool.!!!
Who is the clown ...!

A star in the sky

Do not despair if your feet stumbled
Do not be sad if the murderer comes to shares of the people closest to your heart for you'll find it tends arrow and restore you to life and smile again
Do not put all your dreams in one person in your journey and 
Do not make the face of someone you love, your only destination whatever the qualities was.
Do not believe that the end of things is the end of the world for the universes is not what the eyes see
Do not wait for a lover and a friend sold you
And wait for the new light can sneak into your sad heart ... 
Rearranging your days of joy and back to your heart's pulse for only you are beautiful.
Do not try to search for the dream failed you for you'll tried to make the case of refractive beginning of a new dream
Do not stand too much on the ruins especially if the bat has been inhabited by ghosts and knew your way.. And look for the sound of a bird; sneaking behind the horizon with the light of a new morning
Do not look at the papers that discolored and those faded letters and got lost between the pain, for you will discover that these lines are not the most beautiful paragraph you can wrote.. And be sure of that these securities is not the last thing will written down.
You must differentiate between those who put Stork in them eyes and threw them to the wind
These lines were not mere words beautifully transient.. But its the heart of the feelings experienced by characters.. The fading away pulse of a person carrying a dream and d stung its fire of pain
Do not be like a heron.. this strange bird that sings the most beautiful pub while bleeding his last drop of blood.
There is nothing in this world worth of blood, even a single drop
And... If winter closed doors of your home with a huge hills and ice remains everywhere
Wait the arrival of spring and open your windows for fresh air breezes; you will see surly from far away, You will see flocks of birds have returned sings
And you will see the sun which received Golden weaved over the branches of your front tree.
To gives you a new lease on life, a new dream and a new heart ..
Pay your age full of a sense of sincere never hide your worth behind your pretending
And do not pay him for the moment in order to beloved once from a long time, was runaway or abandoned your heart for no reason
Do not travel to the desert in search of the beautiful trees for ... You will find in the desert nothing but a killing loneliness... And look at the hundreds of trees that shadow your ways
The fruit will make you happy .. and its new melody will play the most beautiful forbidden melody for you.
Do not try to re-calculate yesterday and lose the sender of your true age when the leaves will not fall back again but with each new spring leaves surly will sprout again
Look at those papers that cover the face of the sky and scrubs, which fell to the ground has become a part of it
If yesterday's lost .. Between your hands today still remains.
And if the day will bring it's worth papers and leaves, you have tomorrow ..
Do not be sad for yesterday he will not be back and with no bet of regrets on the day you lost for it is too late ..
The dream of the Sun will luminous beautiful tomorrow, 
Sometimes we may get used to grief until it becomes a part of us, In some cases, the human eye get used to certain colors and lose the ability to see the other
Don't get tried to see what is around you to discover that the black color is beautiful and white also is the most beautiful of it
And that the gray color of the sky stir emotions and imagination
Look for serenity, even if for the moment.. 
And search for fulfillment, even if you got tired and it was so hard... And stuck thread sun even if it was far
Do not leave your heart and your feelings or even your days for things lost its time
If you do not find it please, try to be happy yourself
If you find you shine lantern
If around you there are many faces can light a candle in your darkness day, Look for the heart gives light not the faces burning to glow,
Do not leave yourself a hostage to the sorrows of the dark nights
Nevet lost hope of life.. and finally 
I tried my best to be a star and I failed.. so keep those words in your mind...!!!
If you are not able to become a star in the sky, try to be a lamp in a house.

A single rain drop

رغم هدوء ليالي الشتــــــــاء..!
الا انك تجد ضجيجاً داخل قلبك. أينما ذهبت..عيونك لاتحكي .. سوى الحزن. تجلس وحيدا حائرا بأحزانك محملا بهمومك وأشجانك... في غرفتك المظلمه لاتسمع سوى صوت وقع المطر على نافذتك..!
على نافذتك تتناثر قطرات المطر بهدوء ورقه وكأنها تهمس ,, في آذاننا
بصوت خافت تفاءل.. تفاءل .. مازالت الحياة مستمره ومازال الأمل موجودا
مازالت تلك القطرات تنهمر وتطرق نافذتك بلطف واحيانا بعنف.. فتذهب  لتتأملها عن قرب وتقف أمام النافذه تراقب جمال المطر  فترتسم عليك الابتسامه... وتنسى همومك ولو للحظات بسيطه.. وستشعر بالحنين إلى كل شي !
إلى طفولتك وإلى تلك السنوات التي مضت من عمرك كبريق البرق. ستحن إلى قلوب افتقدتها وأحاسيس نسيتها ..!
ستغمض عيـنك وتسترجع شريط ..أحلامك.. بحب ستنسى كل مابقلبك
من نقاط لازالت سوداء.. وكيف لا وانت ترى نقاء المطر
تذكّر كل صفاتك الجميله التي نسيتها ..بفعل 
تذكّر كل متاعب الحياة والأوقات القاسيه .. وليالي السهر الحزينه
تذكر كل.. ماكنت تفعله قبل ان يدخل شعور البؤس إلى قلبـــك..بسبب
حب انتهى أو حلم ..تلاشىأو صدمااات اخترقت قلعتك ومنها تشبّع .. وارتوى قلبك.
ستذكّر أنك ..كنت رائعـــاً لكنك نسيت ..نفسك بين متاعبك وتركتها ضحية لأحزانك..ولظلم غيرك 
فلاتظلم نفسك بأن تقيدها ..بالحزن ... ألا يكفيها قهر الزمن .. وظلم البشر ..!!
مازال المطر ينهمر..ويشتد وقع صوت تلك القطرات على نافذتك 
هنــــــا أهمـــــس لـك:
اجعل من نافذة غرفتك وكأنها... نافذة حياتك
واجعل من قطرات المطر... أمـــــــلا .. واسمح له بالدخول... ليس على غرفتك فحسب بل إلى ... حيــــــــاتك وتفاءل ..
عش محباً  لنفسك وصادقاً معها. كي تحب حياتك وتحياها ..بكل معانيها
وغلّف بالحــب كل القلوب ..التي تراها اجعل من قلبك وطنــا يحمل حب
الآخرين ..ويحمل.. أحلامك حتى وان تلاشت تلك القلوب..
أو تلك الأحلام ..
فلاتنسى قلبك.. فمازال وطنــاً ..
ماافتقدته سيترك لك بصمات مؤلمه .. لكن استبدلها بحب الناس والحياة..
ولاتقتنع بأن القلب مدينة واحده .. بل هو وطن..لكن كن قلباً صادقــاً..
انت لاتستطيع أن تزرع وروداً حمـــرا في كـــــل قلب ولكن لا تكن سببا في زبول بساتين من حولك.. 
استمع لصوت المطر.. .. تعلم .. تفاعل.. لا تبحث عن سعادتك في انقاد غيرك.

no tomorrow for today is gone

We crawl through each day
In hopes tomorrow is not the same
We try to understand how we have faltered
And why we are punished and blamed
Beaten like a piece of dough
Hardening with the air
Styled with a knife
And turning to powder somewhere
Wilting like a flower
At the end of spring
Left in a flooded vase
Barren and withering
Crushed like a rock
And turned into stone
The last piece of furniture
In a moved out home
A weed in the grass
That is frowned upon
A prayer for help
That does not respond
A summer rain
Which floods the ground
A grasp for love
That cannot be found
Tossed aside like a plastic can
Left to sauté in the sun
We are lost in hope
And yet have none 

Be welcome or be like me

Do you want to be like me ?
Tell me do you want to be ?
Do you want to see the things, The way I want you to see ?
Do you want to be lonely ?
Lonely & alone like me.. Navigate in the sorrow of blank sea Come and taste my destiny
Do you want to feel the life ?
The way I feel, Do you want to face the matters
The way each day I deal
Everyone has his own life.. Own way of living
Different perception towards life.. We are all different human beings
But do you want to live my life ?
Live it for a single day
Share my views and share my sight.! Then express your say
Do you want to get in to my soul ?
Live the life for me
Do you want to make a new story unfold
Have faith aand touch the honesty
This will be a strange experience for you believe me it's true, and you'll know what I am going through.! 

Lana.

Stand beside the grave where my only friend is laid, and 
Learn how quickly mortals fade, how the fairest flower must droop, how the strongest form must stoop,
Learn ... that we are but dust and clay, the short liv'd creatures of a day. Yet do not sigh for there is a clime,
Where they will dwell through endless time,
Who here on earth their Maker serve, and never from her precepts swerve.
The grave to her is but a road,
That leads her to that blest abode. 
Wait me there my only dear, for now my eyes full of tears.
Goodbye my love.
Monday, November 14, 2016

Missing

Even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes.. isn't .!

And still I'm keeping it

I promise to 
Give you a shoulder to lean on, A hand to guide your way, A whisper, a soft whisper that all is well, don't give up...
I promise that 
I will share my pain, laughter and joy. 
I will meet you halfway because I am your friend and your beloved .. and you are my friend and my woman on the road of our hard life.

millions.. not enough.

You can read a million books, Learn a millions lines, Close your eyes and wonder and forget it all a million times..
You can eat a millions foods, Drink a million wines
And still find yourself unsatisfied with your taste still undefined
You can hope a millions times and dream a million sheep, you can laugh as though it doesn’t bother you.. Even if a million nights .. you weep
You can sing a million notes,  practice a million ways.. And all it takes is one rejection to have you stop after just one day.
You can have a million lovers, search for a million hearts.. You can hold your breath and wonder and yet suffocate before it ever starts.
You can have a million lifetimes.. A million chances to succeeded, and yet if you never try just once to break the rules..  you will lose the meaning behind your royalty.

bad... bad life

A person maintains a balance of feeling... Some are destructive others giving healing
Some give great joy whereas others are sad... They can be good or painful and bad
A balance of life is there for us all... As we rise joyfully high then to depths we fall
We have these two huge extremes... To appreciate the opposite to me it seems
If we were never filled with good light... When the darkness falls we'd not fight
Opposites are always there and always kept... We've all experienced joy then to have wept
So next time it seems again all is sadly lost... And life's meaning and purpose has been tossed
Remember though bad the opposite's still near... Keep trying have faith and good will appear.

With no regret

The greater test in life is to wait for something maybe will lead you to your final destination with so much pleasure.. but the greatest is to be able to accept that you were waiting for nothing with no regrettably regret.. 
No matter how far we’ve gone, or how fast we go.
No matter how high we get, or even how low.
Life is a journey, fuelled by the heart.
Where the road to reality, is just where you start.
So first, we need to make the right choices,
As the decisions we make.
Decide our conditions, and paths that we take.
Because every living thing, has the potential for a destination.
Where fulfillment is critical, trumping expectation.
As long as you’re positive, we won’t drown in our debts.
So just live our life, with no, regrets.. andbe thankful for those precious moments we lived.

What is more acute.!!

What is more acute.!!
The joy of love accepted, or the pain of love rejected.!
The whole world seems like heaven, and the feeling within, seems more heavenly than the heaven itself.
Inside the corridor of my heart evergreen spring reigns forever.. Dear, It's all about the reason you said 'Yes'.
The fire of pain that keep burning inside me turning the core of my heart into ashes, Deep within my heart there is eternal emptiness, and dark loneliness is covering my 'self'
Eating into my secret soul.. Dear, It's all about the reason you said 'No'.
the point is.. The joy of first love, and the pain of first rejection,... Comes only once in a lifetime,
And the same cannot have the two feelings,
All at once.. Being one person and having one life. 
checkmate.!

The right words..

It's so hard,
To choose the right word,
Explaining how I feel,
My mouth has a shield,
It won't tell you,
It doesn't know how to,
It won't let you in,
My emotions within,
So I hide,
I know that isn't right,
But I need to show,
I need you to know,
I need to spill,
And when I can,
I will. 

Trust..

To touch and be touched is perhaps the most human thing we do.
It can provoke many emotions.
Those who have been hurt, fear it; and want to run away.
Run away from the terror, the abuse, the roughness... In running away, we feel safe.
Safe from being hurt again... Safe from feeling... But oh so alone...
We have lost trust... the trust we had as a child.
Each time we are hurt, it becomes harder to trust in another. Trusting that, in reaching out, we won't be hurt again.
But without trust, there can be no peace..
If there is no peace, there will always be a longing. Something missing...
In peace, we can be alone if we wish or we can reach out and soak in the goodness of touching
and being touched by another. Both are good.
When we can trust in another:
Their touch calms us... soothes us... quiets our fears.
That bond of trust, born from gentle touch, allows each to be at peace.
It allows each to gather strength from the other.
Some find that animals fill their need to touch. A dog's trust is unconditional.
It will follow you where ever you go and protect you with it's life.
All it wants in return is your touch, your affection.. Your caress.
A caress is a special kind of touch.. It is born of love and mutual trust.
A trust that allows us to stand on our own, even when the other isn't there.
Trusting that, if we call, the other will respond. Without fear... Without questioning... Simply because we called.. A friend, a lover..
In quietly caressing and being caressed we gain strength.
nothing calms faster...
the child in all of us.
the need in all of us..
The human in all of us.
more than exchanging trust.

Never dream.

They told me..." You’ll never dream again"
They told me... And I kept a tear in my eyes
"You’ll never dream again" 
All was said
I stopped .. 
"You’ll never dream again"
Chill enveloped me
I misunderstood
"You'll never dream again, give up.!!"
I smiled and replied...
I may not dream again... But I live more now.

Missing kiss

A kiss is not just a kiss;
A kiss is love.
For a kiss means I breathe for you; and you breathe for me.
This means we can't live without each other.
So a kiss is not just a kiss.
A kiss is me loving you

Apologize..!

Sorry 
if i invaded your mind and wanted it to be mine..
If i forced you to drink my wine and it couldn 't make you fine..
If i dimmed your world by my absence and filled it with dins..
If i wasn't the lovely jade and i couldn't be the fake...
if I baptized your soul by my holiness blesses and it couldn’t protect you from your own devil ..
If i cursed you with my faith, when i tried to ravel your vicious spell..
If i distorted your structure when i replaced your claws with pure wings to blow and it couldn 't turn you into an angel ..
Sorry
If i made you struggle.. in a world full of pretenders.
If i believed that, its hard to find the relief and ran to my world to hide..
If i had to leave, and let all our dreams behind..
If i had to deport you from heaven and let you alone in forbidden kingdom.
If i had to renounce your bonds, and i couldn't revive my vows..
Sorry
for my sorrows cause i gave all my raving passions’s gist, and asked you to be my everything.
but you requited me as if its lavish unbearable guilt, for anyone can ever felt.

Start to hate being me.

Should I stop giving and break up with living
should I give up forgiving
should I deport my angles and invite my demons
should I look behind the portrait not at the sight..
should I leave
Should I stop to believe
should I hurt and ignore the heart
should I betray and be the smart
should I know how to play
Should I stop obey
should I love myself a little bit more than the others..
should I be selfish styled by devilish..
shouldn't I stop being a human..! !
should I be a phenomenon..! !
I think i should stop thinking
I shouldn't be myself
I should be like everybody else..!

Netherlands

I want to go to
Netherlands and see
The other side of the world also