five years ago in a note

For the sake of your eyes I loved love after a longtime I had spent in carefreeness... And now my eyes after sleep begging wakefulness not to leave.
O.. seducer, without you no passion would have shaken me nor the taste of love have pleased me, this is my heart, so own it affairs.. Judging it wrong if you like, or be equitable.
From the luster of passion in your eyes, you ignited my longing and on your path, wherever you went, I sent my eyes... Visions around me clouded between my doubt and my certainty and even desires dance in my heart over the tune of my sorrows.
I glimpse passion in your voice, buried O.. O. O's, hiding between your breaths so I don't discern it... I don't know if it's love whose sorrows your feared, or if you feared the blame so you favored tranquility.

You filled the path of love for me with happiness like light on the cheek of a dew covered morning... And if you felt me in misery, you'll cry as a child scared and fatigued... after you seduced me, I only found a mirage stuck in my hand... I didn't gain from it but a fleeting rainbow vanished before my eyes, and I wasn't guided.
Do you remember...! 
How you laughed when I cried and wished my torture to remains longer.
How you counted the days as only catastrophes and they were my life and my youth.
How you thought the moaning of my ribs an echo of tune of the sweetest songs while I was drinking the tears of my heart.

Don't say where are our nights, pretending it was so sweet.
Don't ask me about our desires and hopes, while it was mirages.
I covered yesterday with a curtain and a veil, So I can endure the bitterness of your abandonment and be willingly awaiting the reproach.

I swear..

By the Sun and its glorious splendour;
By the Moon as it follows His Sun to surrender
By the Day as it shows up the Sun's glory;
By the Night as it conceals it;
By the Firmament and its wonderful structure;  
By the Earth and its wide expanse:
By the Soul, and the proportion and order given to it; and its enlightenment as to its wrong and its right;
Truly he succeeds that purifies it, And he fails that corrupts it! 
By all the meaning allowed to fold beneath the bones.. 
I swear by your name silently in the depth of the horizon..  I'll be there only to drown deeply into your eyes.

A little champer

There is a little champer inside this bleeding heart, when the waves flow high... When the moon disappear beneath the cloud... When the world shrinks leave no space for breathe, when the storm twiste men trust leave no home mixing all the things with merely dust... I runs there and hide.
Respectfully, freely I offered it to you, for if we could play together then surly we can pray there forever... This humble kind of fortune is what I'm willingly seek, a peaceful place where two-piece of unique fragile spirits can fold silently what words failed to describe,
It's not war, or even not a battle .. it's forbidden for knights to fight..  Inside the shamper, let the wind of changing fold the sails, let that beam of hope light the candles, warm the senses for in time the boat will be at your shoes, searching for your champer to pray there forever.

The tools

I'm tired from all this... the standards of quantitative and qualitative more or less, If i shows you how it giving birth, then I can't imagine the affection and the impress,
Tools was, is... a peace of mind, emotions with grabbing the sense of your presence in my loneliness... a tab, a map that hunger longing to your sweetness, O.. with a life dictionary opened, maybe no.. maybe yes, just to prove my smartness,
The subject was freedom and how we seek or speak it, in a countries hunt all pencils, in a world full of red, excuse me for asking... are we still dreaming or we left the bed.
I'm a prisoner to an idea takes over my mind and shining in my head..and we will talk about it... face to face ahead,

First meeting 001

IF this important heart trouble your peace with words lighter than air, or hopes that in more hoping for a home twice we share, putting the rose in your hair, covering the lips with longing twilight and say,"O Hearts of wind will blown flame".. but Winds, older than changing the plans between a night and day, That hunger and longing came from a true was old, in the shore of your
carves lands.
In one last battle fold upon blue fold, Queens wrought with it's par hands, with her lovely sadly face above the wandering tide, in the hidden secret place where  the last dream folded and where it also died, O love "I'll never ever changing till change will be dead"

hold on

It is not the triumph over regress, it is the power to suppress.
It is not the money or the fame,  it is knowing you will always still the same.
It is not the power or the pride.  it is a place in your heart to hide.
It is not a gift or gain, it is accepting and believing in your name.
It is not a point or goal to seek,  it is, believing we have never reached the peak.
It is not an tree beneath the wind, it is unmovable root to hold on.
Success is

Five years have past..

Five years have past; five summers, with the length of five long.. long winters!
Collecting stone above stone above stone, to build that bridge over our dreams.!
And as a gray clouds prohibiting, blinding and forbidding us from make it come true, As the reason why you kept inside, the reason why behind your pretending was something I hate and unable to comprehending.
Five years have past; we rise and fall like the tides beyond our all, we give never to taken as the seasons our wants forgotten, we live to die like the rainbow spreading forgiveness in a life was a lie, and as long as we stay loyal to our timeless love, as wounded as we bleed our true feelings not willing to any thing but to put our senses above... 
Five years have past; and you still my rising sun, 
Five years have past; and you are the only place I wished to run.
Now what... you asking me to act like there is nothing you have done. 
O excuse me, it's your move to prove that love has no duality, and you will bleeding love with serenity, and loneliness, will never hunt us in your own enrage. and we will exchanging true love with fidelity.

Mocking

I was wounder
why life knocks me down, on my way to your misty town,
Why It happens to us all, when it's fated to rise... every time we fall,
Why on every single trip, odds are that we'll slip,
Why through each and every mile.. we must retain our smile
Why we need to get back up and keep on walking when all we receives still talking... Is that how we picture love in a shape of mocking..!

Peaces of dignity

You allowed fears to hinder me within my dreams, I may have been awakened in my life... Awakened from false illusions blinding me, Now I can't allowed myself to view the truth behind that door.
Perhaps true integrity I would have found, Creating a world where I am just another hat with wounded profound.
a large door intently placed half mast, Which knocked me to the ground leaving me to grasp the solar system swirling all around and up above my head and yet...  I in my mind continued to wander amidst confusion and denial.
That love could such a cruel thing intently do.. Until reality made me see the dream was impossible to be accepted too, Until waking to the reality of what a fool I'd been.. I'll wonder what doorways line my path will teach me... how to redeem the wounds with the peaces of dignity still remains.! for you.. you allowed fears to hinder me within my dreams,

Cry without tears... "humble gift for you"

She'
"A relationship is not an account to pay for it, it is a path of feelings that either fill you and the journey continues by sweet need, or you do not fill and change your way"

He'
Fly without wings... Cry without tears...
No tears will fall today, there's no pain i can feel
No more living in dreams, only to live for what is real

No more bowing heart on slavery, no more walking on air ... 
My heart can't take the spare time... to live life without a care

No sun will shine.. No rain will fall
Time to dry out my feeling and to build another wall

So stop all the cars, Turn the light to red, there will be no more falling, this man's heart is dead. 
No tears will fall today, there's no pain i can feel
No more living in dreams, only to live for what is real.
Fly without wings... Cry without tear.


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Apostolia Zoi

Great men are gone

All great men are gone... in them place a small man stands
Siting on a small park bench.. looking down to the ring in his hand
He tries to be brave but he feel so weak
for a hand on his shoulder is what he was seek
but no.. now please.. 
let the wind stop so the leaves can lay on the ground
let the marching band past without making a sound
He wish you were here.. 
because without you glowing up is his greats fear.

unwanted.. isn't

I can't stop thinking of you ... Day and night, Rain or Shine, your are my existence and my wine... The minute without you turned into day, and the seconds with you for a lifetime will last... and i wounder, with all your cheats and deceiving how one's can know the way,
I sit here in the dark just feeling our life slip away... So cold, so empty, so unwanted, And it is not something from out of the dark for I feel like this with all my heart.. Nothing will ever come close to showing you how i really feel, about you... with what is fake and what is real... So,
When winter comes in summer,
When theres will be no love forever,
That's when i stop counting 386 whatever.
I'm sure you've heard these words before, and i know it's hard for you to trust them once more.... You're afraid it all might end.... And your heart is scared of breaking finding nobody to mend,
But you've got to believe me that I'll never leave, and you'll never cry unless i am there with you, I will always be here, And you'll never be without me.
As long as the sun still lights the ski, you will always be in my heart and mind.. yet you must stop all your lies.

the moon and i

In a night full of love, where I'm taken to this far away shore,  In your eyes i met the sea... I lost the will to control myself.... i though my soul to the waves ... I'm drinking and yet still thirsty, this is our story and how it started, see .. see how crazy heart i have, how .. crazy.. my heart is... In loving you.. O
By the lover and wounded low... in the sea of your eyes i fold my love boat hulls into the wind, Moon spent all the night consoling my wounds, he put your picture beside my picture inside the mirror ... O, do you will believe me if i said he start to laugh at me, smiling...and start to ink our story with his beam over the waves,
since that day my heart never came back to its place.. since this time longing to the other shore forbid me from rest,

the see..

 البحر هو داري... هو موطني و جاري
اعشق فيه جنونه و رقته و شجونه
احكي له افراحي و اغرق فيه احزاني
و دائما يسمعني و في سري يحفظني
انه موعد غروب الشمس وقفت امام ذلك البحر...لون غروبك
يا شمس لن استطيع التعبير
كل انسان قبطان في البحر الساكن
قطرة فوق قطرة بحر و حكمة و علم
القشة في البحر يحركها التيار
و الغصن على الشجرة تحركه الريح
و الانسان وحده هو الذي تحركه الارادة

endless peace

Beyond the years ... the soul finally found; That endless peace... for, which it pined a long ago willing for light appears and with a priceless blood shed and tears, when the time finally comes... bright light blind the eye.
Beyond the years the true prayer for to rest the heart beats no more within the breast... gratefully for the darkness became clears, but the truth was beyond night drops tears, beyond thoughts, dreams, beyond the sea even beyond the years...

it's not the poor found the pearl

When we'll follow the stars, we must act as wiser,and we shall need the advice on some concerns in any available corner
So, when it is head of the family who goes further happily, takes none members of family.. in direction,
When the young ones have to be fed and led with security on them journey
So it is not only a matter of pride to provide proof path for there is no fear of death at all, fear is to embarrassment the one we care about, to humiliate ourselves in a world Not discovered .. for when we'll follow the stars, we must act as wiser... So ultimately it is prerogative to behave in a manner to act it would be, as guide and path finder

disappointed

Change comes so fast and leaves so slow, In the deep of my mind I believe that nothing forever last, the same daily question appears beneath dust, 
Am I ready to leave my past..!! 
Am I.. ready for any of this..!
I’m not ready
Not ready to let go
Not ready to give up
Not ready to worry
Not ready to realize things just aren’t going my way that problems just don’t go away
Not ready to cry over death
Not ready to live while counting the minutes waiting to die
Not ready to realize things are never going to be perfect
Not ready to be a leader
Not ever going to follow
Disappointed as I know.

in the eye of the beholder

Without real faithfulness satisfaction, any human can engraved to the seduce of money.
Without real gratefulness for what we have, dignity definitely will lose its meaning under the need willingly..
There is a hope beneath each border, there is a slavery behind impossible order and there is unconditional beautiful love in the eye of the be_holder. Let us open those doors, let us take off masks of vanity, humility for the others with different skin, religions or nationality no more..

the heat of the sea

The heart of a woman is as deep and calm as the sea, you feel the picture, get naked, step away your fears, and then full in the magnificent remarkable feelings with the wet of what beneath is waiting there to see, 
And as far as you can get down as much as you drown deeper, you adorable those old stuff, whispering to your senses,.. To swim with the flow, nothing here to catch...  All forbidden to touch,
The heart of a woman took my breath away

dream in a dream

in the early morning fog, as if in a dream, seeing the morning glories opening, and everything looks so much like spring... and the early morning air brings your scent to me and somehow I know that the voice that I hear in the deep of my graves mind is real...
Yours.. Yours and sincere.
And at the end of your dress there is a light, as if you collect all dawn of life to fight... the innocence of dying
Yet.. Under the ground there is a spirit wounding in the valley of shadows...
To feel or not to feel... in this unmitigated meandering of our bodies... like a wildness in the longing in its readiness for a tenderness kill,
bone in or bone out.... flesh innocent in its fulfillment, in the different colors of our skin
gyrating in the warmth... of our time capsule, waiting...  waiting for an answer..!
to feel or not to feel, the innocence of our dying feelings.. In the early morning fog..  As if in a dream.