Money brings you friends of commun interest,
Beauty brings you friends of lust,
Morals bring you friends remain throughout a lifetime,
Destiny comes to fold what had been destined,
We maybe can't cry tears, but we have a bleeding heart,
We maybe kept silent for years, yet our words touching souls as blessing art,
We maybe hide our inner fears, but the eye of be holder it need no border or chart,
I know that anxiety is like rocking chair, Makes us swinging a lot, Think a lot yet It will not moving us anywhere, so.. I'm sorry it's out of my hand, and i can't explain how i already care.
I know where i should, to be... But what destiny hid nobody can see,
Under the same skies we are struggling like humming birds suffering of bree,
Tired from swings, fire in our wings, willing for rest, searching for a tree,
An echo from above, calling ya dove, fold your wings, push your strength, for what meant to... Be,
Let your feathers invade the heart of winds, and be brave for what.. tomorrow may brings.
When love conquers poverty mills. The hearts bleed the blood of love on the graves of commitment.
The joy of the encounter and the pain of parting turn into a struggle for survival
And the ray of hope dissolves Between fear and bashfulness,
Aspirations stat to disappear, we keep pushing until we get wounds we can not bear,
And the discontent between reality and the struggle to heal the wounds the life itself becomes disheartening, meaningless,
You can curse the circumstances.
You can resent what you have made with your choices.
There are many reactions depending on your personality
So you can try again many times... But even if you keep trying in the same way, you will only benefit from repeated failures,
Here at this particular time ... faith must emerge from the heart of sorrows,
Belief that you are a human nd humans do mistakes,
Belief that everything happens by fate and destiny,
Belief in your strength, ans your power to rise again,
Belief that nothing created to stay forever, and who he will win is aften the one can patiently waiting a little bit more.
Belief that What afflicted you, you weren't had the ability to avoid. And what missed you wasn't distend to harm you at first place, for all that you are going through have been written when you was at your mother womb.
Now awake up from your dreams and try again to make sure you give them birth and let them come true, you are definitely designed for success.
You will still keeping be sad and afraid of losing the people and things dear to your heart, until you'll learn to be afraid of them creator more than what he gave you once and you have lost.
Rising a daughter is hard indeed,
For we grow a generation to lead,
Not fragile child to bleed,
Selflessness to her family when the time in need,
Have no vanity, no ego even the greed
Help her as a shadow glowing in her darkness deed,
You, he who think you are a good father,
your mission wasn't just them feed.
For raising a daughter is hard... Indeed
Who I'm.. I don't know but I'm your best friend, telling you his secrets because i hope for this love to be mend,
He is just a fragile feather in the wind. And in his love, he is so blind.
Forgiveness you will surprisingly find for he said revenge for the weak mind. Respect elderly, and for parents he will surely bend.
Mercy for children. Commitment is the crown of love.. O wait that's not the end,
Religion for God it's away from being touch and the place we shall call it home, is for everyone not just for lunch.
No compulsion. No force to do evil but Frankness and clarity is always required. No lie hypocrisy nor betray even with pried .
Merry Christmas my beloved and my best friend.
Yes.. The flames of longing intensified from waiting,
But, If ships don't stand against storms, how it would into the heart of the typhoon invading,
And.. If it was not for love, the foot would have gone so far and joyfully bleeding,
Longing became measureless, even the game becomes useless,
The soul became restless, even the heart refuse anything more or less,
If I could borrow you my eyes, you will surprisingly see how beautiful you are,
If i could gives you my ears, you will enjoy the music of your heart beats,
If i could let you see the the world in black and white, you will notice the purity of your soul,
If only i can package my love in a container, I'll need a universe to decently submit to you the promises of eternal loyalty.
If only.. It's by my hands, I'd be there from a long time ago.. Pray for me to get what I'm waiting for as i pray for your acceptance to who I am.
After putting our weaknesses feeling and our goodness in readable open book, we grew up enough to know that not everyone supposed to respectfully like poems.
Today I grabbed a sense of the situation i let youo face alone while I'm complaining for what I'm going through and i thought I'm own you with apologise.. And It is not important to tell the one you love that you are sacrificing for him, but the important thing is that you feel it is worth the sacrifice, and you are worth loving.
I'm not asking you for love.. I'm seeking your mercy for mercy is deeper than love, it's quite purity, where love, sacrifice, self-denial, tolerance, kindness, pardon, generosity, for my sweetheart all of us are able to love by virtue of the human genius. But only those who are capable of being mercy are so rare kind of human,
Just don't love flowers for its perfume and nectar، watch it gives you mercifully its nectar until it last breath.
Saturday night, only fools seeking for fight,
For it's a blessed moments full of delight,
You keep our problems aside but now .. please let me hold you tight,
For that last battle weaken your knight,
didn't you know that; the day i missed you, I lost the road that leads me to the light.
A soft kiss wishing you goodnight.
When happiness lies between the touch of our existence and how we feel about others,
When it becomes rational... what rejects by the mind with all means and imposed by the heart,
When faith in God is unlimited, and all predestination will lead us to the same path,
When we savor loneliness as a means of giving rise to our longing,
When we live the present with sincerity to the dreams of future and to lose time between the pen and what it dictates,
When silence says what words can not
When the eye reveals what in the heart so hot
Do not get angry
You love deeply.. deeply love.
One of the most severe forms of social injustice is the search for a good wife for a corrupt man,
When a community is created on what is wrong and right instead of lawful and Prohibited, Do not be surprised if you see a man doing immorality acts orders his wife to obey and honor him,
At first, the nations make their customs and in the end, these customs control them like the idols in the puppet theater,
The truth is that it is not only a person who is accustomed to living in delusions,
We, as human beings, do not realize how good or evil is within us unless we have a real temptation. We are not aware of our strength or weakness unless we face our fears.
Life is like a big market ... Walk around and take whatever you wish but remember that you will pay the expense of what you took.
Now please stop looking for answers in what surrounds you of technology. Look for it in everything created by the Creator himself for technology is made by man, which is far from perfection.
Some grown up and still need time to understand, some understanding and need time to grow up and between them both there are a gap of emotions and a drying out lake of mutual responsibilities.
Do not give
people more than their right for the rose may die from the multitude of
water ... Similarly, if the knowledge of the mind is near perfection, we say less.
I missed someone who advised me to be aware of myself and stay happy no matter how difficult I was pass through.
If only I could tell that I lost everything when I lost him... But my only glory that I believe nothing impossible, for the impossible is what God did not write for us and wasn't meant to be at first place... not what we failed to achieve or what we cowardly can't face.
ِAnd here comes the question "does creativity is idea or will" ?
Personally i denied the idea about the fourth stages of creativity theory, or even Plato or Freud theory
"Inspiration" leads to some "ideas" then "creativity" must glow bright in it's form whichever it'll be, Some
of the great thinkers have spoken of inspiration from various magazines
of interest to all scholars and intellectuals in a purely academic way.
With my respect for them all I see inspiration as the basis of any creativity
has two paths emerge
The
first is the creativity that stems from the feeling and feeling that
the artist develops in a way that the recipient understands for art.
And creativity stemming from the idea of whether it touches the artist himself or just another work added to his art.
Personally I am not qualified for pure poetic experience
I prefer the poetic experience stemming from a sincere sense.
So as for example, few days ago i deeply feel that i miss my beloved.. and i'm willing to let her know that through my words, so i inked those words for her,
How much I care..
"Close your eyes let me take your hand, i can't begin to know your fears I'll never understand.
But for a fleeting moment let me soothe your pain, for just a passing second before you go back to your reality again.
So, lay your head upon my chest.. feel the beat of my heart as i gently stroke your hair, and whisper softly to your warm ear, I miss you.. do you even know how much I care"
Now how to ask for creativity from someone who does not have his own inspiration, I miss you and i can't do more for I miss you.
I think of your warm and inviting smile of the laughter that now brings tears and I miss you.
I think of your small body wrapped in my arms of the hands that caressed your hair and I miss you.
I think of evenings in front of a fire of hot chicken soup now gone cold and I miss you.
I think of you bravely waving good bye of the way you walked out of my sight and I miss you.
I think of lessons you have taught me of the promises I keep ... and I miss you.
How could fate have separated us ?
How could you just go away ?
I think of you and miss you.
It is hard for me to imagine beauty not associated with virtue for true beauty and true virtue are one thing yet beauty without virtue as flower without fragrant breeze,
The most beautiful things in the world you can not see or even touch, you should feel it with your heart, If you look optimistically into existence, you'll see beauty common in all its details,
True beauty disappears when intelligence shows up. True
love is the convergence of two spirits. The souls do not compete in
beauty or intelligence. Because all spirits are beautiful and
intelligent.
Who is looking for a good, smart and beautiful woman looking for three different women, Who is looking for a good, intelligent and strong man looking for three different men.
The softness in
the wonderful power is stronger than the power itself, because it shows
you the place of mercy in it and humility in beauty better than beauty,
because vanity is denied by him .. and everything of strength has no
place in it for something of mercy is what God put on people of the laws
of destruction.
For every When..? There is a Why..? for every push, there is a pull,
For every truth there is a lie, for every fall there is a fool
For every Where..? There is a How..?, for every Heaven, there is a Hell
For every moment there is a now, for every nose there is a smell
For every foe there is a friend, for every smile there are many tears
For every start there is an end, When every day we face our fears
Twelve statements, Twelve months of the year,
one's saw roads are rough and full of struggle, or very narrow to get through
But you know whatever road I thought about it always leads me back to you, for you... are my inner light which shines through every storm,
You... are there by the fire that keeps your house a home,
You... walk with my mind each moment through happiness and pain,
You... are my invisible sheltering umbrella for whenever there is rain,
No matter where I'm waiting to travel, Where ever in the world I roam
I have the inner hidden longing that I will never lose my way, because my sweetheart all the roads lead me back to you to that fairy tail place
which we'll call our home.
