Depression

On the edge of depression
Dreams meet reality on the land of resources unavailabilities, The waves of determination crashing on the rocks of the tributary and systems infertility, And we fall like the victims between the flowers of hope and that endless thorns of disappointments... Step after another we lose the spirit of the fighter, we see everything is diverted. Then we surrender to the reality.

Sweet dreams sweetheart

Call it anything you know such as unknown visions in a night of sleep,
Like trying to bring back the memories and all the secrets you still keep,
Whenever you recall it's responding so what did it all mean.!!
It’s beyond your frustrations, even behind satisfaction and the fears of you can’t repeat the dream..!
I’ll never duplicate this sensation however it was chaos or serene,
but when there's no communication odd is all you can seem,
For now it's all forgiven, and all the fears must be forgotten like a hesitate fleeting vanishes in moonbeam,
And void of complication we both bay, I'll never repeat... your old bad dream !

Don't blame me

Don't talk about patience when you were the one who wasted time,
Don't ask me to show the original while you weren't prime,
Don't underestimate my will in being, don't judge what you can't be seeing,
Don't blame me, for the rules and customs govern us all .. ِand tradition is the survival of the species in the middle of chaos hole,
Don't and don't and i have a long list, I knew I'm too late and I'm not the best,
but I'm looking forward to be your guest, then we'll plan together how to spend the rest.

Economic slavery

Economic slavery requires that the slaves feed and inhabit themselves
When Physical slavery requires that the slaves be fed and housed
When all the bricks are laid, And the National Anthem with interest played.
When all the hard work is done, and you earn nothing for your son
The country will be drown in debt then, and we can't all sit back and rest again.
Unemployment may rise high, for the currency lost its value and no more gain,
No jobs for the ordinary men.... even no money to spend.
This is what happened in economic war history, I am sure, it's an economic mystery,
let us awake up from our coma, interest and debt is but a misery,
Let us back to our religions rules and glossary,

The birth of the economic hitman

In a reading of Henry Makow Book, "Illuminati" we found a lot of golden information about the new world rules, yet what stopped me for a long time is a quite sharp words said ..
 "There are two ways to conquer and enslave a nation, one is by the sword, the other is by debt: "John Adams 1735-1826"
Since the kind of war and the weapons changed i'd like to notice few simple words to my readers  and i think it show everything, 
If physical slavery requires that the slaves be fed and housed, then fascist slavery requires that the slaves feed and inhabit themselves, and are one of the most tricky social manipulations of folly and ingenuity.. for at its core is an invisible war against human,
Where debt is the weapon used to conquer and enslave communities, and benefit is its basic ammunition,
and we don't need to search about solutions for our religions said and ruled everything thousand years ago,
In Christianty permissible and not permissible
Moneylending & Interest in bible
Leviticus 25:36-37New International Version (NIV)
36 Do not take interest or any profit from them, but fear your God, so that they may continue to live among you. 37 You must not lend them money at interest or sell them food at a profit.

And in Islam In El Bakara, we also notice that rules
With the name of god..
(275) Those who consume interest cannot stand [on the Day of Resurrection] except as one stands who is being beaten by Satan into insanity. That is because they say, "Trade is [just] like interest." But Allah has permitted trade and has forbidden interest. So whoever has received an admonition from his Lord and desists may have what is past, and his affair rests with Allah. But whoever returns to [dealing in interest or usury] - those are the companions of the Fire; they will abide eternally therein.
(276) Allah destroys interest and gives increase for charities. And Allah does not like every sinning disbeliever.
(277) Indeed, those who believe and do righteous deeds and establish prayer and give zakah will have their reward with their Lord, and there will be no fear concerning them, nor will they grieve.
(278) O you who have believed, fear Allah and give up what remains [due to you] of interest, if you should be believers.
(279) And if you do not, then be informed of a war [against you] from Allah and His Messenger. But if you repent, you may have your principal - [thus] you do no wrong, nor are you wronged.
(280) And if someone is in hardship, then [let there be] postponement until [a time of] ease. But if you give [from your right as] charity, then it is better for you, if you only knew.
(281) And fear a Day when you will be returned to Allah. Then every soul will be compensated for what it earned, and they will not be treated unjustly.

So, all we need found in our religions, all we need is to fight against interest,

The road,

How a man set himself boldly into the duty he had promised to do,
How a man shows his noble deeds through words, even it pictures all the view,
How a man put every single hope into an actions, dealing with mystery steps walking upon our own reflections,
How we stop struggling in a world gives us few answers, when the mysterious of our life full of questions,
We wish into fallen stars catching love, but does it truly have anything to do with the stars above...!
For not all of us knew the different between all the right things and the wrong,
but what we should do is to stop being afraid of what could go wrong... and thinking about what could go right if we put our foot in the road we belong.

Wild desires

What do you prefer, going gentle or wild into that good nights,
for today I want you to be may rhythm, my spell, the words inspires,
be cheerful, handful and kind... for angels need a soft desires,
the heat in our hearts make buds blossoms out of spring, your pretty carves make the dumbest sing,
It maybe winter there, it maybe seems out of our desire, but tonight let me warms your feeling with love's fire,

let us open a new gate of hope,

Everyday we struggle, struggle within, struggle beyond what seen,
Sometimes it's become beyond our educating logical, yet, we still find someway to not show what is truly going on with us,
Something we have learned, to how we deal with disappointment, gaining strength to over come our problems and the anger is truly inside of us
Sometimes consequently we fall, back down the path of destruction, our rebound that touches our brink to insanity is tragically forgotten... Its only time before what lies before us,
Sometimes we slip without reconciliation of the consequences for our counteractions to surpass our anguish, to balance the anxiety ,
What justifies our prosecution for our twisted souls, that has been tarnished with guilt and humiliation,
And still we try to be the men who we are, who we know to be, before the men themselves 
And still we feel deceased, dead to the world that's before us, what has become, and what shall be known
Of this,
Let me open a gate for a while, let me show you a beam of truth, for what confused all of you is, "the more educations the person has, the more unwilling accepting new ideas, the more needing to evidence", yet if we have faith, if we  can belief in the unknown.. you will seed the acceptance in our humming souls,

it wasn't too late

do you remember when you let me go,I dare you can count how many times I came back and to your love i always bow,
Your heart was mine ... Mine was all yours, and we knew it is time until we can leave our deep senses flow
Do you remember when you told me, if you love someone let them go, if they leave they were never yours, if they come back, they're yours to keep, 
So have faith it wasn't too late, for i already yours and I locked my gate.

two steps away from your shore

Waiting isn't easy and it isn't always fun, but sometimes it just has to be done
When you're standing in a line, or sitting all alone, remember
It must be worth it if it's worth waiting for,

stop to think

You can't close your eyes and you can't go to sleep, until you make sense of all that is you feel deep.
You haven't eaten as well and you're not going to try, right now you are doing your best but you forgot to pray.
Your stomach is hurting and it isn't from hunger, for the fact is you know you hurt me so longer
You try to lay down but you end up pacing, you need to face the truth that you still aren't facing.
What you need is truthfulness, that much is true, you need to know that i truly love you.
But i can't reply my feelings with ink, until you feel through distance and stop to think.

Do you knew how to love.

If pain can talk, if heart can walk... 
if feelings have wings, if we can sail against winds... 
If your sky hid the moon, If I'll die in loving you so soon, 
If you understand who was the loon, If you see difficulties as god boon,
If you taste the beauty behind black and white, if you can live your life without a single fight,
If you stop killing flowers petals to count, If your willing to give can't be amount,
If you can forgive when you are strong, If you can forgot obstacles all the way long...Then you can imagine to where you will belong

We aren't the same,

Since to find humanity it takes you to search in every human kind, because two who agree on all things would be hard to find.
Our different views on life makes us interesting as some are known to say, and the same minded we barely meet every day.
Many do believe in God in the sky, and the existence of God alas, some do deny.
For those with the gift of faith believe in the unknown, but that is our belief and to each their own.
Our acquaintances are many but our friends is only few, you may say to that... O please, tell us something that's new.
seeking for success and attention many do compete, but only one can be the best in the street.
We are all very different and no two shared the same, even not everyone willing to wealth and fame, some all they need is your's before his name.

Wrong places

If you do not knew that the beauty of our humanity lies in kindness, lies in honesty… and blend them together, become a beautiful faculty.
If you do not knew that the beauty of our love, lies in true grin flow from bashfulness, lies in our exchanging confidence with humility... and rapped them out together, become a beautiful being.
If you do not knew that the beauty itself lies in care, lies in our expressions... and brew them together, become a beautiful persons,
Then be sure that one of us in the wrong place..

I was forgot tears flavor,

If you, weren't you ... And if me wasn't me
If love, wasn't love and it was just a collation of two hearts
If forever, wasn't forever and it was just a moment when two souls humming together
If no, really meant no.. then your silence wouldn't have screamed yes out loud
If never, really meant never.. then the end wouldn't be followed by another
If forgotten, really meant gone.. then why the memories of you remains in my heart eternally.

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.