The perfection behind heaven gates..

A little child plays at the garden and tenderly buries a dead butterfly, not because he understands the mystery of Death, but because Love prompted the action. 
And so we love without knowing the why and the wherefore. Love can only be compared with Love. There is nothing else to compare it with.
We do not love a woman merely because she is pretty, possesses a pleasing mannerism, We love her because, in an indescribable way, she sings a song, we alone can fully understand, a voice that lifts up our soul and makes it strong.
We follow, we follow that Invisible figure, that invisible bond from land to land, from heart to heart, from death into Life, on and on.. until our last breath, 
When Love loves Love for its own sake, when the self is dead, we shall meet again. We shall find the Beloved to be the one who finally found perfection behind heaven gates..
Yes no one has seen love, because no one has seen God, yet as I'm sure I'll meet him in heaven, I'm sure I'll meet you there.

We're heroes of paper

We're finally torn apart, 
blood flowing from our heart. 
Our souls are shout and crying 
even the dove feathers grow now she is flying, 
To search for to be protected and loved,
And to spread peace and hope from above, 
To stand against all the fears
There are many souls to be healed and the whole world cares,
Can we love and forget and let love take it's place,
 or will we let bitterness, hatefulness and self pride line our face, The bullets were piercing, bombs bursting, 
even your cheats bells still in my ears ringing, 
blood flowing from our own hearts yet,
And helpfulness fill the void left by their goals.. yet,
There is no answer, their screams silently will remain, 
Perhaps our minds and our hearts will stream like the rain.
May the storm of sorrow, and the thunder of tears,
Fade slowly before one's self pride vanished over the years.

لا بأس يا دنيا الفناء

دآئما هناك زوايا في داخلنا تبقى غير قابلة للعرض والإطلاع وهناك آلاما نعيشها في وسط أفراحنا لنخبئها بين ملامح الفرح ونوافذ لا نفتحها إلا في بداية الفصول ونهايتها و دائمآ هناك كلمات محذوفة من حديثنا رغم أنها حقيقة شعورنا..
وصمت طويل يقطع كل الآمال المعلقة ليحولها لحكايا متكررة في شريط ذاكرتنا الخرساء..
كل المشاعر والآمال والآلام التي طال عرضها ولم تجد صداها الحقيقي ولم تفهم كما هي؛ ترحل لمساحة الصمت البيضاء ..
تلك المساحة الواسعة التي ضاع بها الكثير من الأحلام والمشاعر والحقائق والتي طالما تعرضت للهزات والانهيارات المتكررة إلا أنها لا زالت أطهر من كثير ظنون وأجمل من كثير بوح
فما أجمل الصمت عندما يصبح أحد أصدقائنا في حكايا الخذلان، ومنفى البوح عندما يعدم الكلام ويحار الدمع مساحة خاصة جدا بين روح ونبضها تبقى صامدة..
لا تعافك عندما تطيل التأمل في تفاصيلها ولا تسأمك عندما تكرر كثيرا من أحداثها حتى الدمع الذي يتساقط ﻷجلها في كل مرة كأنما أول مرة يهطل لينبت بها كثير من زهور الأمل..

ودائما أشياءنا لا تكتمل ولا تستمر جميلة أم قبيحة دائما هناك نقص مهما زادت أشياءنا وتقادمت أرقام أعمارنا ودروس مندسة بين سطور حياتنا تنير شيئا من عتمة الغموض..

دائما في الحياة عمرآ آخر يذكر عندما نموت، وتصبح حياتنا أجمل عندما نفقد ونصبح لا سبيل للوصول إلينا، كل المحاسن بنا تحيا عندما نموت
ومادام أننا على قيد الحياة سنبقى الأسوأ مهما كنا أجمل وسيبقى الكلام يرمى علينا، ويبقى للأعداء كيد مستمر، ويبقى كثير من البياض يدنس بكثير من الكذب والسوء والسخف....

لا بأس يا دنيا الفناء.. لا بأس
ففي الرضا جنة معجلة وفي ذلك حكمة لخالقنا .. فالجنة موطن الكمال والجمال الأبدي الذي لا يتغير ولا يتحول الجنة التي ندعو بها دوما هي بالتأكيد الذي لا ينقص بها جمال ولا يختلط بأفراحها أحزان..والصبر على نقص الحياة ومتناقضاتها زاد جميل للظفر بالكمال والجمال والراحة الأبدية..

Entomb request.

It was a game, how fool i am, as much as i suffered there's nobody to blame,
Didn't you notice my point of view, the clown masks color were fading hue,
Years has lost, priceless was the cost, even the warm feelings turned to frost,
now I'm alone, everything gone, yet still my heart can't move on,
promise to keep, your love so deep, thousand miles away.. away from creep.
sleepless was the night, mind objection and the heart still.. willing to fight,
Until I'll have anything more to give, I'll bury that love, 
Until we meet again in our holy place above.

The blood of innocent

There will come a time on people when they hearts will die and only bodies will remain,
They will enjoy watching the suffer of others as if there isn't anybody bleeding or complain,
Our affection, mercy, devotion, loyalty and virtue lost in battle can not be win,
We have left the earth sinking with the blood of innocent,  
We left hunger to break the will of the poor for mint,  
We left the ungodly win over pride even nobility becomes for rent,
Αnd we have lost our humanity just for gain.
Our words are written
Our saying will never be forgotten,
And the sun of our life fading away at sunset and almost taken,
Leave your vanity and pride, remember that you are a human being... Don't let your heart be harden.

Don't fall in love with a woman who feels too much,

The quality of woman had been shown clearly in this great writer "Martha Rivera" specially when she inked this special words "Don't fall in love with a woman who feels too much..."
I was impressed by this article so that for a period of time I set it as a standard and standard for the lady that I should love.
Not of course the specifications described by the writer. But by the qualities she denied. What is the nicest thing to hear about women is the laws of women that it is impossible for superficial men to associate with her,
If you are a mature man and you find in yourself what makes you link to the partner of your struggle battle with time.
Do not judge the beauty of women with your eyes. But look at her with your mind to see what is hidden behind the scenes of decoration.
Otherwise, you will lose your mind from the first sight and then imagine that you are before Venus coming from the sea foam.
In the fog of the senses and the buzz of excitement it is impossible to see and zoos turn into gardens of bliss. And the features of hatred and softness to the features of the angels.
Women like rare book you have to read with your mind first. And browse it without looking at the cover. Before you can judgment its content. And try to look at the book with the eye of the critic, not the eye of the lover, who will honestly guide you to your life partner.
 

Trust in the Creator

We forgive seeking for getting comfort from bile,
We forget hoping for new innocent clear smile,
We keep silent because there is no benefit in the argument to find,
We ignoring for there is nothing that will hold back reproach can find,
We are patient because our trust in the Creator has no limits,
We all knew that ...
The self always covetous yet the reasons are always failing.
The self is lost between despair and growling,
Do not be sad whenever the world shrinking around you while it grows wider for others,
And look at the moon and this darkness skies how they became more magnificence together,
 

Pathetic end

Reality telling us that through our lives some people had predestined to enter,
Either to grew up through time with us or just left without kind words to render,
Nevertheless they painfully forgot how humanity still keeping wonder,  
And some of them were taken from backbiting and gossip a place to surrender,
Therefore humanity suffering between sin and blessings and what they always hinder,
And some of them will always remain in our heart, no matter what happened or what was intended to the learner.

Souls surrender into oblivion

Tough times happen to all of us no matter how strong, powerful or confident we are.
Causing us to crumble, lost and scared as if all available chances flee and became so fare.
We left trapped under miles of sadness rock, we feel our souls surrender into oblivion clock.
no rescue around, shouting with fading sound, no light seeping through, what a great shock.
Now it's easy to get lost, with our cluttered thoughts nothing become clear the most.
Hopes with dreams, courage with pride all our aspirations even durability vanishing like ghost.
struggling becomes a style in our hard time, remember we still breathing in fact still alive.
And during tough time we can't give up, for we have no more chances to avoid this suffering cup.
Yes our foot stuck and our weakness let us call it bad luck, but it's the right time to just awake up.
Collect what still remains of our strength, to fight another battle for our living, hopes or dreams and be grateful for what.. what our next day may brings.

VISA

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2. The information provided with regard to the purpose and conditions of the intended stay is not reliable.
3. Your intention to leave the territory of the Member State for visa purposes could not be established.

If you know about these three sentences, then I suppose you have a broken dream, crashed between your painful reality and Stubborn souls full of darken steam, Suspicion in your deed, destitution even may the need, or anything can fade as the Sun last beam.
You picture the situation as if it your end, you spirit shout there is nothing can let you bend, stand up please... I'm still have power to fight, and to you I'll lend, clarify what's happened and you'll comprehend, your wounds make you blind but nothing can't mend.
Falling thousands of times either gives you experience or gives you priceless lesson, See how the arrow is going back just to go forward racing the beam of Sun, Even that speeding bullet goes out of steady gun.
When you fail to handle hard life mill gear, and you lost the vision or can't see clear, you should search for hope in the heart of stone, Fight to get what you want even if all you got are broken bone, for you became stronger you became a genuine and not a clone.
Yes it was failure but through failure we've been grown, no matter how it was darken, stop complaining about that's already gone, never let weaknesses obscured your dawn from shown.

Destiny

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. 

Dove

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.

Suicide

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.

I'm grateful for what I've and thankful for what I haven't.

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.

Daughter

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 

Merry Christmas

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.

Restless

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,

Still waiting..

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. 

Weakness

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.

Mercy

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.