Love is

Love is an open clear deep blue sea where no hate can dare swim
love is a captured sunset where the warmth never grows dim
love is desire held in the eye that spreads quickly to the heart
love is a black starry night sky a metaphor of glorious art
love is a deep dark hole of mystery always there to take free

It was, is and will be only you.

Some say that the ocean is a mystery a wide expanse of endless blue
some say its waves carry away all problems and swallows them into its deep abyss
some say its power is limitless and its prominent calm is like an angel's kiss
it is truly unforgettable
you are like the ocean ... Unforgettable
Some say the evening sunset is the most amazing sight
some say it is the prelude to the calming silence of evening's fall
some say it finishes a perfect day with the most spectacular array of colour
some say it is unforgettable
you are like that sunset... Unforgettable.
Some say that the visible stars on the blanket of twilight are what make a gorgeous night
some say that even when those stars die we will see their afterglow for millions of years to come
some say they are unforgettable
you are like those stars... Unforgettable!

Alone..

Alone listening to nightly whispers
Alone in my thoughts
Alone I stand and fight
Alone I pray for rainbow lights
Alone in the morning I awake
Alone I celebrate my joys
Alone I pray out my sadness
Alone I voice out my fears
Alone in strenght
Alone in wealth
Alone in good health
Alone I try to understand
Alone I seek knowledge
Alone I share what is mine
Alone I try not to be alone
Alone when my time has come, I'll pass away

internet

As I lay down in my bed sad but no cry
I realise It was all a web of lies
I was deceived as I misconceived the one identity
that I even had to question my own sanity
I became a fatality
an instant causality
of using this facility
with hidden negative opportunity
called ... the internet
A web of lies spun on the internet
Right in the chat room, dusted into my corner with a broom
I wanted to believe.. I do not know why hence created a world of my own
email addresses
flashing me messages
as cold as any marble stone
The truth was blown
When I heard my clowns on the phone
Be careful
Take care
I say with a sigh
It was all a web of lies

Freedom as i knew.

freedom means a lot to me, what does freedom means to you ..!
to me; freedom is equal opportunities, equal reward for all kinds of potentialities
to me as well as anybody elsewhere,
freedom to speak without favor and fear, freedom to move to anywhere so far as i want it
freedom is free and fairness, regardless of where i was born or where i came from, the color of my skin, my religious status or how i appear for i am not what i wear.
i need freedom spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally
psychologically and freedom financially
what makes me different from others... is what i do with my life to help others.

Life..

ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓ ﺃﺣﻴﺎﻧﺎً ﺗﺤﺘﺎﺝ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺗﺠﺎﻫﻞ..
ﺗﺠﺎﻫﻞ أﺣﺪﺍﺙ ، ﺗﺠﺎﻫﻞ أﺷﺨﺎﺹ ، ﺗﺠﺎﻫﻞ أﻓﻌﺎﻝ ، ﺗﺠﺎﻫﻞ أﻗﻮﺍﻝ ،
ﻋﻮِّﺩ ﻧﻔﺴﻚ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﺘﺠﺎﻫﻞ ﺍﻟﺬﻛﻲ ﻓﻠﻴﺲ ﻛﻞ أﻣﺮ ﻳﺴﺘﺤﻖ ﻭﻗﻮﻓﻚ !
كلنا يعلم ان ﺍﻟﻠﻪ خلق ﺍﻟﻨﺎﺱ ﻣﻦ ﻣﺎﺀٍ ﻭﻃﻴﻦ. ﺑﻌﻀﻬﻢ ﻏﻠﺐ ﻣﺎﺅﻩ ﻃﻴﻨَﻪ... ﻓﺼﺎﺭ ﻧﻬﺮﺍً. ﻭﺑﻌﻀﻬﻢ ﻏﻠﺐ ﻃﻴﻨُﻪ ﻣﺎﺀَﻩ.. ﻓﺼﺎﺭ ﺣﺠﺮﺍً.

Stay the same, same way

Does anything ever change ..?
The days that slow go bye
The tears you watch them cry

The ones you wish with him everything to try
The plans you have
The truths to see
The hopes you savor ever cease to be
Qualm the joy that life to bring, or the time remembering
Last the joke that is undone, Stop the ever setting sun
Watch tomorrow slowly become today
And like untold.. Stay the same, same way

life is not simple

No, life's not simple not at all
Be wary what you do before you fail
Life is a serious affair, a journey testing souls
Where love and hate rules everywhere to guide or hide one's goals
Regardless what life confuses, causes one's soul to stray
Beware caresses and bruises can distract from Heaven's Way
However strong, rich or clever .. Whole hearted seek only god
Beware what rises to sever.. Salvation's binding chord
Life is a test we all must take
That if we pass we emigrate
Our powers grown through steady state
So, there is no new morality here to shape
No,
life is not simple
not at all.

Come and paint my world, Let's the colors warm my life.

Simple 
is to say And do and love And pray.
Hard 
is to be And to act As an example.
A good soul shows mercy,
A good heart shares compassion,
In and out,
On and on,
When all I should say,
Is 
thank you, 
you paint my world, Let's the colors warm our life.
I miss you, i need you, I love you

Not Ego. not ego

 


Love
Is like a fisherman in the ocean
Waiting for the perfect catch in..
A temple of patience.

In a winter morning

between fantasy and clear winter sky my heart is floating quiet
Under the sheet here... she is my everything like a morning star
woven together for eternity for our love is a candle burns... high

truth

Only Artist can speaks with lies to tell the truth, and sometimes the most important person in our life we just knew nothing about him.

the sword of dark sorrow

Patiently we shed tears of blood to feeds those humming soils by which this forest is deeply rooted. So full of.... Fear, Loneliness, Resentment, sickness and anger,
their hearts burn with flames, their minds reverberate without sound, leaves us within a forest of pain with trees that swallow our souls and the innocence of our morality, to replaced by the silence of tomorrow where the words only will have its meaning in the ears of the listener,

Special request.. 2 April.

A woman in a village came to one of the scientists and thought she was a magician and asked him to do her a magical work so that her husband loves her love that no one sees with him in the world.
 And because he is a magican and a teacher he told her that you are asking for something that is not easy, you asked for something great. Are you ready to bear the costs?
 She said: Yes
 He said to her: It is only if you can brought a hair from the neck of any lion I'll do what you want.
 She said: oh. No lion.. ?
 He said: Yes
 She said, "How can I do that and the lion is a predatory animal and I am not sure that it will kill me? Is not there an easier and safer way..?
 He said to her: You can not do what you want to got your husband love, then only this way will be suitable for what you want and if you think you will find the appropriate way to achieve the goal I'll do it for you.
 The woman went to her house and thinking about how to get that hair which required to that magically work,  ofcurse she trust in this magician wisdom whom was told that the lion does not prey unless it is hungry and must satisfy it until he can trust her,
 shr tooks the advice and went to the forest near them and began to throw the lion a big part from meat and move away and continued to throw the meat until the lion was drawn and numbered with time.
 And every time she approached him a little until the day came that the lion extends next to her and he does not doubt her love for him and put her hand on his head and took a wipe on his hair and neck with all tenderness
 And while the lion in this enjoy and relax it was not difficult to take the woman hair quietly and once she felt the trust of the hair even rushed to the magician... to give it and joy fills itself as the angel who will sit in the heart of her husband and forever he will obey and adore her..  When the magician saw the hair, he asked her: What did you do so you could get this hair?
She explained to him a plan to feed the lion with tenderness, and how she got the lion trust through time, which summarized the knowledge of the entrance to the heart of the lion first and the abdomen and then continue and patience until that time to pick fruit and got that requires hair.
 Then the magician said to her:
O  God, your husband is no more ferocious than the lion! Didn't you knew that..  Go,
Do with your husband like you did with the lion.
 You know the entrance to his heart and his hunger and despair and put the plan for that and be patient..
The end.

One last knight

My words will fight for me on my behalf. They charge at you with full force no hesitation;
Be prepared to be cut, bruised, wounded;
Be prepared to be lifeless; they’re ready to never stop
But then
I have nothing to say
Oh no…
I have… nothing to say..
Oh no...
I hate the way I love you.

Goodbye with tears

No more games, or melting into fantasies. Just the shame, our love drowns in seas.
Seas of fear, regret, and doubt.
We will never get, a way out.
No imagining pain away, this is completely real.
Now every single day, happy we barely feel.
Does love turns to hate, within a short second. Is it our fate, to end up in hell not heaven gate.
Fear is our boss, we can't help but obey. It leads us, to waste or days.
Insanity we plead, when fear turns to poisonous hate.
Fear is a disease, we should have known right away. Our minds are no longer ours while in shame it's to our heart obey..

April Fools

I sit in the corner, depression im bleeding. I sit in the corner, barely breathing.
People stare, they don't admit.
People stare, they laugh at the slits. They don't know how it feels, the pain inside.
They don't know how it feels, to want suicide. When I am gone,
cause the slits went to deep.
When I am gone, the will pretend to cry and weep.
Even though deep inside, they know if they would've helped.
Even though deep inside, I would have stopped if they cared.

I guess it's too late.

Butterflies

In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.

Through a pretty butterfly
You come flying so serene into me.

As the tiny wings flutter
I watch with love and joy
and wonder how it could be
that I see your face coming to me.

With beauty and grace
you perch among the flowers
as if searching for a special place.
Oh if I could only turn my heart
into a bed of flowers
for you to fly and hide
and secretly whisper to me
with fluttering wings how you love me.

Warm and kind is our friendship
so rare like a beautiful butterfly.

Welcome to my garden of happy thoughts
where butterflies fly along
the paths of lovely flowers.

You are so special in my life.
So innocent and pure is our friendship.
I care for you with a heart full of joy.
You are mine, I love you.

God, help me not to be possessive.
Love is freedom in true sense.
Possession is selfishness.
God, help me not to be possessive.

(When we fall in love, we think love is possessing the other. It takes time and maturity to realize that real love is freedom and never possessive. So we do experience divinity in selfless love).

Stay alive please..

For being a good friend, thank you, I'd never knew that you're my horse to ride on, and to look out on the world
You see through my disguise, You did never let me be that ordinary man.
For the knowledge you instilled in me, now I'm filling out some paperwork,
I search within myself to find a way to put a blame, and queries on you.
When I was a toddler and I didn't.
Did you ever realize, how much I love you.!!!
And the though of losing you brings tears into my eyes and destroy everything beautiful from my vision,
Though you taught me real men... O please ... don't cry, It so hard for me to hold it back.
There are special people around the world, but we "you and i" are so special in this world our own small world. Its hard for them to understand The bond between you and I,
Is what deepens our connection in I, myself, My father and My son.
This is a so very hard day for me my fathers.. please stay strong, just please don't you ever pass away.. don't you know that you will leave me alone in this world.
Thank you, you dedicated me your life
My mentor, the greatest teacher I ever had, not enough to put into words,
I just wish I could, make you proud of me.

This world where i belong

This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul.
'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in another country...? 
It must be warm there or maybe much colder, and there you would invigorate yourself like a star falling, or just be another stranger in unknown train station. This city is on the sea-shore; or full of deserted land o..
My soul does not reply.
'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to move into Holland,
that beatifying country ? Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often admired in the art galleries. What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love forests  and ships moored at the foot of houses ?
My soul remains silent.... Not a word. Could my soul be dead ?
'Is it then that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you acquiesce in your sickness .. it seems to me as another hopeless case ?
At last my soul finally explodes, and wisely cries out to me: 
No matter where ! 
No matter where ! As long as it's out of this world..!