End of story

Poor clown has been fall in love with queen, he tired trying to know where the princes live, she happily tired of cheating him, and as sea waves never stop from breaking in sea shore both of them never giving up play his role in this story,
The clown spent each and every coin he earns through his miserable life hoping to meet the queen one more time, while she kept set him up from lie to another, and because he was honest dealing with her lies, he spent year after another satisfying her wishes, believing that one day she will say the true place where she lives,
one day he awakes up from his long journey to knew that the queen accept to meet him in Netherlands, and it was a long long journey from where he unsed to live, 
and again as usual he start to get ready for his life journey willing to see her once and last time, and because he was poor, and because he knocked all the doors he knew to his family and friends asking them for help, 
he couldn't has the journey requirements, he spend so long nights thinking what still remains to do..
So, few days later he remember a story once from a long time ago his father had told him, about white and red rose, " a beautiful red rose was fall in love with white rose which was ignore and refuse this love, the red rose tried all means were necessary to drive this white rose to love it... to talk to it, to just blossom in its face, and one day the white rose decided to has a chat with this red rose, 
- good morning my love, would you just tell me when you will love me as I love you ? "red rose ask'
- good morning, let me tell you when i love you.. "white rose reply"
 watch me everyday and when my petals will turn its color to red, i'll be in love with you"
Red rose kept all the spring watch the white rose and nothing happened.. and white rose finally decide to cut his stem to bleed his blood into his lover this wild white rose to turn her color to red with his blood"
finally the red rose did it, and the white rose turned her color to red, but red rose died trying.
So, the clown said why not, i can also bleed to see the queen love me, he went to a doctor and said, i want to sail a part of my life, could you do this to me, first he refused to reply the clown, then after a long thinking, the doctor accepted to take a part of this poor clown and give him money for his journey,
the clown was so afraid to die as the red rose, but he accept that beam of hope as a gift from god,
two days later spent in hospital doctor knock the door and said to him..
"I'm sorry i have a bad news" doctor said,
O.. what news tell me if you please. "the clown reply"
We can't take this part of you for it is not as quite good as we need, "doctor.
the clown went to his home wondering how he can get ready for his journey ..!
clown older daughter asked him, my father when you were out, your friend brought this package and asked me to give it to you,
the clown reply "who"..!
I don't knew him "daughter"
surprisingly it was the money he promised to got from the doctor, the same amount.. a tears fallen from his eyes, had been hidden from his daughter,
the clown hurry to pray for god, and start again to manage his steps to be ready to his journey,
he was willing to tell the queen that everyday he spend, he just spends it in a new steps on the way of his journey,
then he decided to ink her a letter telling her that he do everything he can to meet her, 
few days later he got reply from "the queen" just five lines
The Curtain fell
The show is over
The seats emptied...

It was theater.
It wasn't love.
...
end of story

Problems

At my sickness craving to find new roads to knock in, All the people i knew asks me about what is the problem with me, honesty i dare not to complain about the storm i put myself in, but in silence I understood that, we are experts at figuring out the problems... But get afraid to figure out the solution.
What a surprising characteristic of us !
A lifetime passed away I believed in god and in destiny , and still to my last breath I'll, problems there are so many for anyone but to realize and accept it this is life, obviously we all have them sometimes even if we can manage them all or not but we should let no trials and problems steal our joy... 
Personally in the middle of my problems I'm still see that hidden bright side, for I have faith, hope and trust that nothing created in this earth to stay forever,

Truth is horrible...

living in isolation for a long time until one's lost the spirit of dialogue, 
embracing ethics as a principle to awaking up in a time where people seek corruption with pride.
searching for impossible hope in a fading sunbeam which only appears in the dark. 
And between doubt and certainty, I've found goodness buried under a world full of pain.
And in the middle of worldly chaos, a beam of light beneath this misty atmosphere... glow as last candle of hope, 
invading the darkness of that hollow universe, showing the soul that there is still a fine end to the maze.
An angel wears the cloak of arrogance and pride, he drives me to face my fears.
He wants me to win in a war against my principles, to become a monster of his laziness.
And the question is,, Shall I live as a beast, or shall I die as a human..?
Thousands of words are not enough to make the blind... clear,
Thousands of deeds do not guarantee purity of one conscience,
Yes we may died and miraculously we may came back to life ... and then, O people, 
You will never fear death anymore, never afraid it at all .... you will afraid of life, this beautiful false living which lies beneath desires and the admiring of survival upon the bodies of the weakness... true is horrible...   isn't it..!

I miss you..

A thought of you every night, how we tenderly fight, how this love shine so bright, how i miss not being in your sight,

The sound of your voice, the true color in your noise, the way you smell, the look upon your face, 

How you move on, how you carry on and the smile with such holly grace,

I love you so much I can't deny but when I see you I will break down and my heart will cry, For when it cry these happy tears, It won't have anymore fears.
Oh how I miss you so much....I'll just have to wait and hope you will, keep in touch

Who we are...

Don't judge me until you know me. 
Don't underestimate me until you challenge me.... And 
Don't talk about me until you talk to me,
For in becoming who we are as a person we have to be willing to shake away from the judgment that we think we will see from others from being who we are. One thing about life is, there will be people that enter into your life, even at a distance, who will make no effort to get to know you, but will instead just choose not to like you. 
There are always people in life that will attempt belittle you, and whether they learn to grow to love you or not should never be in the forefront of your thinking. Let others be who they are, while you are who you are. 
If the time comes to live in a tense confrontational situation, make the best of it, and think of your adversaries as nothing more than enemies who have no reason to be offended by you, as enemies without rhyme or reason, enemies who have no sense of real sanity in this crazy world.

Like that..

It washes over my hand, It slips away like sand,
It trickles down a river, It slides just like a slither
It is patient and knows when to wait, it doesn't mind if it shows up late,
It falls from the sky in tears, It wipes away wasted years
It can die and live again, can squash and pry and bend
It has been here in the beginning, and will be here until the end
Water..

Reins of forgiveness

We follow our passion quietly and success will follow us, for our passion are the winds that propel our vessel... when our reason is the pilot that steers her..
we follow our passion for passion is universal humanity,
we follow our passion because,
without passion Art is useless,
without passion religion is spiritless
without passion history is meaningless
and if passion drives you, then let the reason hold the reins... reins of forgiveness

I need my wings Back..

If I had wings on which to fly, I would be without word... and not a tear would my yes cry, I'd be so close to your board.
If I had wings on which to fly, up in your clear blue sky, I'd fly so far and fly so high, where no human eyes could ever pry.
If I had wings on which to fly, I'd fly though clouds with rain, and wash away sorrows and lies, and wash away the pain.
If I had wings on which to fly, high in your atmosphere, where I could hear your longing cry, only then my heart would know no fear

unique is to be human being.

When greed takes people where they need to go,  it hidden from them the truth, the stories the need to know, 
As the homeless walk around with an empty stomach and an empty hands,  as the selfish watch the world vanish with an amazing empty minds, 
Didn't you notice that... 
A home is now only a house,  a life becomes in narrow screens browse,
And the world moves in blind to shid blood,  under every nations god. 
And I wounder where and when we lost our humanity, and how much is the cost we should pay to graving back our morality.
For I see nothing but a perfect vanity, people craving for it..  Even if they've gone blind..  Blind with insanity.

Point of view..

Love, from a distance is an envious view... Two squinting eyes can’t see through. is a revelation, millions of words in one formation. is a breakthrough healing, a living dream of dearest feelings. is all but a waste, a painful hunger for a peculiar taste.
Love, from a distance is but an affliction, a mere craving for tender addiction. is a miserable anguish, a lingering ache.. Leaving grief and languish. is a tragedy to some, and for others is close as I’ll come.
love, from a distance will never touch me, until is close as I’ll be.. Just hold on,  and be ready for me.

from facebook life into face reality we shall go

He read each status update and the comments that were shared,
Left a comment of his own to show that he too cared,
Then scanning through the profiles of each like that he received,
He found a kindred spirit that he hoped could be believed.
They spoke most every evening and shared jokes throughout the day,
No matter what was posted they just knew what words to say,
Their friendship quickly blossomed and future plans were set,
A promise to meet up for real with no worry or regret.
He found his quarry easily by check-in time and date,
No need for a routine when it's served up on a plate,
The days of stalking people just a story from the past,
Now everything you need is on the web-page they viewed last.
The address wasn't far away and not that hard to find,
He laughed at how the Internet was built with this in mind,
Walking through the neighborhood like home was just ahead,
No one could suspect what he had planned to do instead.
He peered into the window at his target unaware,
Lost in a realm of binary without a worldly care,
Staring deep into a glowing screen that held a phrase of dread,
Close that Facebook window and look up at me instead...!

good morning...

It is the faulty weakness of the heart, to find love first before life may start.
A lifetime to wait for the blissful day, to find true love and finally , we pray!The greatest gift we ever gave... Cherished forever beyond the grave.
Since, if for love, too short we fall... We might as well not live at all.
Like air we breathe, it is what we joyfully give,
For is it what makes us live.

beam of hope

Sometimes I wish simple things like tearing away these masks, which I wear so hardly these days to hide those tears and distress who are my constant companions.... Following me like my own shadow!
Can I just be myself for once..!!!
Without needing to hide behind the fixed smile which comes and always available on standby ?
Can I cry my heart out for once without feeling guilty about it, till all my tears are drained out along with all the heartaches?
Can I be that man for once who beams his sunshine smile to the world around
Just because he is glad today ?

I swear

Don't listen to your heart beat, it may cheat you ... listen to my heart,
I swear with all the light you fold in my miserable life
I swear with all the night i spent sending my soul to touch your life
I swear will all the love i told and the feeling willingly i sold
I have only one more chance to try, all the roads closed, 
I lost all the possibilities to search for you a thousand time.
I lost all my pride trying, you may have a long life but I'm dieing, 
And, If I'll die before meeting you, I'll wait you in the other side without crying.

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Sometimes you only get one left chance..
to put aside your pride and say, humbly, "I was wrong",
to bear the noisy but give your heart to only one song,
to explain a misunderstanding that, if ignored, would sour us so long,
to hear what a child very much needs to tell you,
to defend a person when remarks are being made against him,
to accept what you don't know until you see the picture clear,
to stand up and be counted when you don't agree with the crowd,
to understand that not all humans can go easy as they want.
O.. 
Sometimes all you need is... to use it, 

Fading Moon

I open my eyes in the dead of the night, there's nothing around me... nothing in sight.
There is no moon for me in my cage, nothing to see in this world of rage.
Just me and myself, thoughts of you, helpless self, staring in the blank sky at my fading moon.
Nighttime always with nothing to fear, but always there: my fake golden sphere.
Up high towards the sky, on a pole by the street, forever going like my heart, beat after beat.
My ray of hope, to prove I have something to show, always shining in the darkness, If only I can know, from where I'm to where you are where I should go..!

into heaven's gate (1)

The place was so perfect, beneath a tree, it was a perfect time to be carefree.
He took her hand with a perfect stance, As if he would not get another chance.
A perfect gaze, with confidence and grace. With a swing he brought her close to him, a dance in the cold night which was dim.
Their dance was so perfect, close to their heart, they went on as if none could make them part... So good was their dance, yet with a fading beat, the heaven open its doors for the angels to see.
Their dancing steps did take them to the edge of the cliff, he took her in his arms, an effortless lift, They swayed into the valley, with their lives as a gift, to the heaven's above, their souls start to drift.

Just tell me where

How can I describe a scene, where you and I are not to be,
a place where we were lost to hope, a time our souls could not be free, 
How can I describe a world, where you and I are not as one,
a place where we have never met, a time when our love's not begun, 
How can I describe a hell, where you and I are far apart,
a place where we are still alone, a time before you healed my heart,
How can I describe a dream, where you and I are one at last,
a place where we live as family, a time where love reshapes the past

Goodnight

Uncertainty 
Suspicion
Denial 
Love
Foot pain
Smiles
Belgium
flower
A concoction of fear and nostalgia.
Goodnight

What if

The chance remains probable and true, to Understand the Blessings from the sky
That our god sent down and knew, of the miracles we could perform, if only we try.
So close your eyes and embrace me, focus on all good moments to you and me, clear your mind and tell me what you see, now forget all your sorrow, because each day you promises me a "New Tomorrow".
When God gave us life we received a choice, to bask in the wrong or to rejoice
To work and do right or perform all the wrong, but eventually the time will come along.... Where all will have to eventually move on
And pray at night and bless the dawn since life is full of more blessings than all the world could understand... even with a crown.