forgive is a blessing

And I wounder how a man supposed to respect his soul, if he left his beloved one spending the night suffering from his actions.. Forgiveness is a blessing only grateful woman spreads it upon her man sin.

giving on hope.

My aspirations are giving on my hope... The wait and patience are loosing the scope.. The door is locked with tiny light beaming in, My feeling is, am I suffering in a battle against wind or loving you is my sin, The clouds of darkness are all over the place
Am eagerly waiting for glimpse of sunlight’s reflecting your face,

Memories are for keeps

I can't free myrself, as you let me go, maybe when I’ll be lost in crowd, I’ll come to know,
I truly suffering from you, don't know what to say to my heart, did destiny had plans to make us apart.... How it could when you’ll always be that important part... of my life and my mind, I’ll remember you fondly whenever I unwind,
You made me happy, so what if for some while I forgot that distance and paint a fake smile.
Memories are for keeps, you can’t take them away... Its life which decides which is your or my way,.... But, let me tell you there are only few people who really care, Don’t worry about me for I have patience to bear,
I’ll be content with your part being in me, Wish you remain happy, and get everything to thee.

In silence

And in silent we left to unpeaceful state of mind,

How many nights we spent in tears..?
Now do we really releasing our inner fears..!
Don't ask why, Don't wish to even sway..  accept it as the fact, life need everyone's to in act. And... And to balance ourseourselves with bitterness, we need to match the feelings with the words you get when we all live in blindness...
Just in silence ... Just in silent.

Thousand stars

Thousand stars spreading on night sky... it shines and radiates but too far, too far, Hidden in the darkness... a star moves, appears bigger.... and I remain crave for its light... And forget about all those black lines, down to this desert land.
Don't know what the position of myself now, is it so dark or that is the blindness in my soul, Am I still dreaming and reaching for help, I'm a naked man standing in the middle of nowhere, I wanted to prove my strength by preparing but without this preparation I'm now standing in the eyes of my fading star
Will it walk away
Will it hold my hands with a tender beam... 
Will it stay in that darkness sky.. o
I'm a helpless man, dawn.. to this desert land.

Blind Both

When we both will meet our scars and colors face to face, both darkened fragile heart for exchanging our pains...
we should meet our questioning eyes with acceptance and knowing, a bond forms, closes in on the two of us and we become something rare for the rest of our life.
Addressing conversation with caring and thoughtful consideration,
as we look forward to spend our time together, enjoying thoughts
exchanged silently throughout our lives... until then you will enjoy watching our blind hawks exchanging the pride.

It's called LIFE.

listen carefully, to those so simple words ... there are life's questions are tough to answer.
To doubt ones self can make a 'what if' wonder.
The color of love is red but so is the thought of feelings murder. 
One persons perception can be another's deception. 
What is constant...? 
What will remain..? 
Some think time will end and others that heavens promise will begin. 
Can you tell me the definition of love and who really created hate..? 
Can you tell me what friend will always be there no matter what..? 
What about the enemy you should always keep close..! Are they truly your enemy then..? 
What is the meaning of a tear..? 
Does it mean you are no longer sad when you have none left..? 
I know love, have experienced it first hand with you. God has given me that. yet I still wonder about the original plan... O, I forgot to send my congratulations for your winning, and you also forgot to remember that; there is a big 'if' between Love and Endurance. It's called LIFE.

I'll stand by you...

Everything is so unknown just by pretending...
pretending is the only way to make others think that all is comprehending.
Pretending is the only way to escaped one's loneliness,
Pretending as one lived by, nobody knows what one feels, coward or brave, fear or fearless...
isn't it..! 

Thousand mountains

Alas, to he who has a lot of snags like a thousand mountains over his shoulder, 
Alas, to he who remains the one and has a snakes inside all the border,
The advantages have been changed to become disadvantages and who cares it was always going upside down... and whatever we do it will always remains incomplete in the eye of the beholder.
I just wants to know why all this happening to me... The cutter of the pain makes me unable to be stronger,
All doors are closed, knocking everywhere, hoping to hold on for much longer.

A world forbidden to touch

When the dawn is comes and the sun rise.... the heart Settle and start beating slow as if time its self is slowing down, try to feeling the breeze of the wind, searching for the smelling of that hidden flower in that fogy field...
Feeling one with nature, Feeling lost In happiness but with tears in the eyes makes it so blind, darkness fill the around,
for we knows the truth... This peaceful world is forbidden to touch

Goodbye

Feelings hurt but never die that’s why it hurts to say goodbye, And when love left to live its life... heart wondered how It should survive, close the eyes and a face glowing with a perfect memories replay in mind.
Miss the feeling of that strong embrace, longing to that deep kisses where silence can no longer find.
Once two humans had a love so strong, nothing they could ever do will considered wrong. it's  everything they dreamed love would be... now one lie in these tears, and the other enjoy in the sea.
How could one's has been so blind.?
Was it so desperate for the love he didn’t find.? 
he honestly thought what they had were real, Every promise was nothing but a seal... A promise of eternal faithfulness, A life of constant happiness.
sure she had other plans, now he see, That them 'whatever' was never meant to be. She took the last piece of his heart, Left him broken and not knowing if it was real from the start.
He is living in the shadows of they dreams,  No one hears his cries for help, its seems.... She'll move on and he'll trying too, But he is left shattered and alone by her.
Not thinking he is good enough for anyone, What’s left of his heart is on a constant run.  he doesn’t want to be hurt like this anymore, So he says goodbye to love, to the heart, the core... Yes feelings hurt but never die that’s why it hurts to say goodbye

I miss you

The question is ... Why is love always so feared just start slow in first, then move to 5th gear..?
to run and to hide will keep you at bay, but to try and endure could lead you the right way... even after your heart hits the ground, the sky may be gray, but not love lost.. yet no love found.
I don't want meaningless love, I want something that lasts... but my life as I know ... is like broken glass
I try to pick up the pieces.. they cut me in vein, but I'd rather hurt than feel no pain.
Each time I fall harder than the one before, but regardless of that I'll still hit the floor... and it hurts like hell to be alone but my heart in the meantime will aimlessly grown.
They say whats meant for you.. wont pass you by, but I feel those words are just one more lie, because so much has passed me it couldn't be right
but what can you do... when she's no longer in sight.

Down streets of life

Stopping off and on, never getting what I am looking for -
down streets of life. Streaming down hot, black, tar paved streets, looking for
life to meet my needs.
Seeing sights, beauty, along the way, finding an umbrella once in a while for shade to rest beneath, Losing all hope when looking up ahead at my horizon, because it is too far out of reach.
Standing still within my mind, choices of life cannot be defined, grief from the past, pounding, pressing heavily upon my life's blood, causing pain to fill my tormented mind.
Causing it to turn inside out - searching for the reasons and meaning of it's scattered fragmented existence.
Finding reasons from the past that have brought this lasting impression of what life is about leaving no room for asking questions ... just leaving unsettling doubts creeping out from pages of yesterday's memories.
Debris piled high, giving life the image of being a dump a garbage pile rife with pain.
Standing on the edge ... looking back.... slipping... falling... landing in a heap of death.

At first sight

Love is that later Thing than Death, and more previous than Life, but it lies not in our power to love or hate, for the will... in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, along a clear road... the course begin, they wish that one should love and the other should win.
And one especially do we affect... of two gold ingots, like in each respect, the reason no man knows, let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.!
Where both deliberate, the love is slight..!
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight...!

World Blood and Tears

When all we do is discriminate, all that shows is the evils of mans hate.
To reverse this world-wide tragedy, people have to stop and realize that their acting like gravity.
Through all the injustice making life not fair, the world is choking, gasping for air.
Even though people different in color, beliefs, and tongues, we all have love in our hearts and air in our lungs.
Breaking people down like a dictator of hate, the world works for the rich with no debate.
behind every cheap money top, there is a child wasting away in a third world shop.
Engraved in the treads are the blood and tears, of the little children expressing their fears.
Although we think that this could not be true, the world works so shady, not caring what other people must go through. 

Your power is my misery

And when your beloved one asked you ...!
"Just tell me one word to point the way, Then we have time for morphology"
 you should point for the way.. the way of power and misery
Money and power are closely related, everybody need it but for some.. they deeply hated, for you can't pay back in money what your family did for you, you can't repay in kindness, all the tenderness your beloved shows, and when you have too much money! 
People will make themselves blue, easy to pretending, cheating and never will be true, they will do what works best for you... they will call you honey yet money can't buy you happiness the type that last till eternity, it can buy everything for you except to make someone to really love you.
Thousands of years of life ago,
The rain has no power, The wind has no power, The sun has no power, The flood has no power and The drought has no power to destroy humankind bonds, Money did, do and will always be our source of power.... and misery.

God will show you the way

When life has given you another day... And the sun has given you a golden ray,
in this ... you have no say, for you have much to do and don't forget your pray, so many miles to walk, silence is a bless if you can't talk.
in this long vague journey of life what lies ahead, need you to Abandon the
bed... none can ever say but God will show you the way.

Two very human dreams

Love brings respect, dignity, commitment with hard work,
sharing of needs... no grain of deed with heart always bleed,
we are destined to be family... must be worked for everyone has a part, everyone has a responsibility, 
our mission is to find, what have been searched for all our human kind
justice and equality.... two very human dreams, and the hope that allows us
to grow children to be special into this world!
it's cannot be defined by color, nationality, religion, or sex...
cannot be regulated by class,
cannot be different for those who have and those who have not in this mass...
Just think about it ..!

Waiting for Autumn

It is Autumn; not without but within, gives my longing soul ... cold.
Youth and spring are all about; It is the I, that have grown old.
Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without gold;
Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely hold.
There is silence in this dieing leaves... fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves, comes no murmur from that life mill.

Because of you

People can be your inspiration when you move away from them... Things happen
You lose a part of yourself
You can never find who inspires you, They pass, they leave you when you least expect it
You can remember them when they are gone
Nobodies there for you because nobody was there for them, so tragedy life.. until someday we feel Ubuntu with that special one, he who will leaves his footprint deep in our heart and our mind.. and you find yourself feels Ubuntu... O, don't ask ...!!
Ubuntu is human kindness that can connect one with serenity and tranquility and the knowledge to our awareness.... forgiving our past failure and see future with success,
As each join in the hopeful call for reaching out and letting in fearless with our fall.
True celebration of each birth because if celebrated, then... We celebrate good hope on Earth... true desires for common peace.
If you and I feel Ubuntu, Then ' I am me... because of you.' 

"Owen to the woman who inspiring me, and made me who I'm"