The misery turns innocence into cruelty

If only you could hear my sorrow, I dare your happiness to me will borrow, How you wanted to keep me for nothing to waiting, My soul drowned from lying, to myself with thought of dying, without you now to see... what a pityful sight of trying. 
If loving you is sorrow, then why can't I leave you free to your morrow, If moments of life in you like flying, Then I don't ever want to wake up frightened and crying. 
To see my little angels grow, Wish them smile and tears may glow, with heart so down and torn, of a love that poured like rain, No change can ever reign
and if die, would you still be there..!
like the cry of the rain, would you still hear..!
O please don't tell me silence was stronger and clear, 
For, the misery still remains turns innocence into cruelty can't bear.

Ethics between cultures and religions

Ethics is the feeling of human that he is accountable to his conscience for what he should do, So, we don't call a human as a decent until he give his charity in secret and public seeking nothing in return,
And we can't call someone merciful human, until he learns to weep with his heart before his eyes weep, Nor a equitable or rightful human become he bravely learns to judge himself before he judges others, Nor sincere human before he becomes truthful and so that his actions believe in the his sincerity of his words, 
It does not benefit nor intercede for man to be what prevents him from the evil deeds just his fear of the torment of judgment day or his fears of the law, But it is useful for a man to let his conscience be the leader who guides him and his enlightenment, which is enlightened in the darkness and the hardships of his life the road to touch humanity.
Morals in my own world... is the tear that glitters on the eyes of man whenever his eyes fell on a landscape scenes of misery, 
It is the scream that the brave shout out in the face of injustice, in the face of tyranny for supporting the weak, 
However ethics in my world is a duty of self-fulfillment regardless of its consequences... If we wants to teach others how to do morality how to fill his shell wit humanity, first we must recall our own conscience.

Warm smile

And they abandon their hands, 

Tears of them eyes escaped
Time frozen between the lovers
She didn't ask him what we do
He didn't say anything to her too 
Just to words
She.. said goodbye
He.. said goodbye
Then them smile vanished, dried
And they hands became cold, died.
It was a poor farewell for a great love 
It was a poor farewell dose not fit the wounds,
It was a poor farewell ... Not worth telling,
Like a thread of silk we cut it from the beginning,
On the ground their still shadow .. Injured in a wounded wind,
As if they were branches of trees .. Dance in the heart of the wind,
The heart open its door for the wind and for the torment.

Stranger,

Give me a little time, I will arrange my life again and bring you back as you were, I did not regret for giving because I never waited for reciprocity, But let me hide in the arms of silence for my pain is unexplainable.
I will never forget the past nor forget the lesson, Man does not die if he loses love, but he lives as a dead person if he loses his dignity trying to catch the impossible, crying to hold on what still remains, 
The colors faded in my eyes when I was standing in front of my sand watch pegging its dials to go back, for a man does not become old before remorse fills his rooms of dreams
Roses wilt, Pens dried and even dreams sank in the darkness of our bitter reality,
So please.. give me a little time... I will rearrange my life again and bring you back ....... Stranger... as you were.

Before you dream

If we planning not to suffer from repeated disappointments we should try to picture our dreams inside the scope of our potential, Because dreams often need a practical reality to based on, to move in the direction of achieving it.
When you'll breaks into thousands of pieces, only you will have the ability to restore yourself, When you'll defeat in your life battles, Only your will... will help you, for your ability to stand up again it's a power only owned by you. 
See how the boat fighting with all the mighty waves of the sea and it doesn't drown, unless the sea water leaks inside.. Such a failure will not be able to control you unless pessimism will offside to your heart, so if your living was a dark sea of pain and despair, just try to cross it with a boat of patience,
But before we wake up I'd like to tell you that, the experiences taught me two priceless wisdom about dreams,
Do not try to reach a human who doesn't trying to reach you and
Do not fight the world for a human who can not fight his pride for you.

Farewell

We all within us have those special things of farewell, But when the value is related with timing .. the balance of justice shakes between management and delay then remorse is unhelpful when it's too late,

Took my breath away

Through this life we're manipulating, hide our true thoughts, misleading and sometimes we even wear masks, but didn't we stopped for a while and asks ourself ... for what we do that, and what was the price..! 
For at the end we hope to make a definite profit, win a game, mocking and humiliate someone or just satisfying our pride.. there are a lot of motives but the most deceptive and most powerful deception is the deception we practice on ourselves,
As if we've been forced by our wildness ego to get a role in that endless stories called life, sailing through its chapters one after another hopping the end of our story will be happy, ignoring the facts that happy endings are only... unfinished stories and even death itself is not the end, but the beginning.
The amazing thing in our will that we usually smell the fragrance of the end from the very beginning, but we continue to struggle with facts and cling to illusions, ignoring what the story imposed on us.. alas,  
Very small is life...  Just an inhalation come in and If there isn't exhalation .... it's over

World of oblivion

We go back with our thoughts for that very special time to search beneath our true laughter for happiness, and the sensations take us to where dreams was giving birth, and we see the seconds go rapidly from before us, and the same feelings still remain, and our books are still filled with the images of our childhood, the clarity and purity of our true love, to find that our seats still hugging the warmth of our stories.
Although you are having a lot of memories, but you can not choose what you remember and what you must forget, it is the memories itself which impose themselves at the time it wants, 
Definitely some memories were painful and offensive but when we will have a clear picture about the past we will realize that some of our memories are better than anything that could happen to us again, And in the mill of life we do not know the true value of moments of life until they are lost... lost in the depths of memory,
Memories, this sense of conscience which transcends the will, the heart and even feelings..  It's either a flame of self-aggrandizement which we hope that it will be wasted, or glowing candle which will light our future, or even an earthquake that will destroy our souls for the rest of our lifetime. and no matter we will accept the facts or not our memories will always remain silent stories left a lasting effect on us, like bells... bells beats in our own world of oblivion.

Despair and love

It is one of the most difficult problems a person facing... Despair is defined as a feeling that causes a person to lose hope in achieving what he wants, and this feeling eventually leads to loss of "appetite of life" if left untreated. There is no doubt that man's failure to do something, or in his knowledge drives him to despair, in this case if despair is necessary for a certain period and then passed, it is normal, because the life of man it's about his actions, this actions translated into emotions and feelings, But if the stage of despair persists, this will requires special treatment.
Everybody of us has gone through despair, because in every human being there is weakness and strength, courage and cowardice, steadfastness and surrender, purity and filth, the Savior resisting and the betrayal betraying, the weak collapsing under despair and the hero fighting until his last breath.
Since the purity of our souls have a closed manner as metals.. stretching with hope, shrinking with pain and get rusting with despair.
And because,   
We all have this beautiful dream which never came true, and we all crossed through the field of deception pulling the tails of our disappointment, otherwise the pinnacle of pain is that despair will chew us between his jaw before the frustration hits us on the road.
Yet still the most difficult types of despair is the despair in human relations, especially with regard to sincere feelings and love, actually desperation is sometimes an ally of love.
Many are those who have lost the way, taken from isolation and loneliness the sanctuary to them despair yet few those who could move on,  
If you know that you are in this ordeal alone, Make sure you are the only one who has the rudder for it's easy to sail with tide, It is easy to surrender to  typhoon... But you knew what, only the dead fish goes with the flow,
Now try in your desperation time to remember every single special moment passed through your mind and still remains hope, for only hope can defeat your negativity, it's defeat your fears to move on, search for it, find it and follow the road.

Enamored

 Longing taught me since we've met that in your eyes I can fold my dreams, 
Sings the melody of loyalty maybe it takes away the pain and relieves my nights,
And I planted your love in my heart so as more as the years passed I see it blooms,
I dreamt that someday in front of your doors I'll put my bags, and say goodbye to my torment in life, 
And I forgave the days of all its sins, forgave the world, And all mankind were freely forgiven.
Longing taught me what is living, and now I knew how longing feed the stars with light 
However missing you still burning my core, complaining in silence your staleness site, 
Alas.. When there comes a time to meet after our loyalty as if we are strangers, as if we weren't have a promise to keep, 
Ya .. who has given all that I have, I am still in our holy covenant faithfull and believe,
So, if the story has end, and there's nothing still remains can mend, just remember that..  He who is enamored you..  Is Me... Me.. M e. 

Wreck of mercy and treachery of nostalgia.

Even when we are smiling, our eyes sometimes crying.. For in this life we aren't living, the truth is we are dying.
struggle with decaying body has a soul willing to flying.
Loyalty has a price, honesty was a myth, and in the wall of silence we've nothing but praying.

In the swamp of life.

Feelings aren't a flower in your hand,
Creativity isn't an idea swings in mind while you still stand,
Life isn't a struggle for survival or battle for winning upon any land,
For everything lose its value without the art of participation playing the melody of dedication in giving in your morality band.

Fear death no more

A blind man loves a deaf woman, when he will learn to paint his words she will hear the feeling scream in his bones.
You knew,  Sometimes I feel your distance, but most of the time I feel your presence .. The warmth of your bosom .. The sound of your breath close to my ears, even those lost heart beats knocking in your chest fading into my vein. Although my mind refused to accept this illusion to be my refuge in my struggle to stay on path does not know miracles anymore.
And sometimes in the repetition of our desperate attempts to reach what we want .. We become like a gardener watering an artificial tree with water and expected to bear its fruit, 
And there will come a time when whoever sees life in its true face without falsification or fabrication will undoubtedly fear death no more for life is often more terrifying than death.

Untold... goodbye

And the mind grave losing people more and more, since they are not here anymore, like a neon light trembling in an empty hall, waiting our destiny for rest to call, When someone goes away, everything that’s been done go badly sway,
Darkness fold his wings, melody abandon it songs, heart shuttered for a thousand peaces, when mind straggle the aggressiveness of losing faces, and like the boats lost beneath the seas, your attention to living drained like leaves of trees, 
Finally our memories picture the truth we deny, all the things we cowardly preferred no to identify, when we lost precious days full of fun, when we lost the warm of our Sun, when we haven't wings to fly, and all what still remains is untold... goodbye.

Tears are unspoken heart words

The problem grown when you punished your beloved for something he or she said, nay..  Believe me it's not, you shouldn't worry about this, you need to be worried when we have nothing to say..  And now.. I have nothing, now I have nothing for I don't have you. 

Silence is an answer too

Silence is wisdom for those who have knowledge, conserve from humiliation for those who are unaware, Curse for who didn't get a preach of the passage of time,
A blessing for those who know when speech is indispensable...
Nothing nicer than a struggling smile to appear between silent tears,
Nothing is more expressing than a word makes its way between silence and fears,
Silence itself has so many meanings 
for some it is the only friend who does not betray,
for some it is better than meaningless pray,
yet for me the fist step of educate oneself is to learn how to keep silent, then to learn the art of listening, the important of how to deal with conservation, And how to choose the right time to start acting the finally where and to whom you must publish you knowledge..
One wise person once told me that "silence is an answer too",  personally i took a long time to understand the meaning behind.
anyway if you're one of whom mastered the art of silence, then be brave to carry with it the consequences of ill intentions.

We were just like any other kind.

Things are not like they were before, when friends turn their head and recognize us not... anymore,

It makes the tears roll down our face, when it scares us to lose what we can't replace.

We always let our past invade the future, which causes doubts in our mind. thinking that we were just like any other kind.

Just a human been.

Where our innocence vanished around in this world of greed .. Where the conviction .. Where the tender went.
The morality fading away... The horizons have dwindled... The values are crushed as they struggle with the masks of hypocrisy.
And you know what ... We will not move forward as long as we live in the wreckage of what we have done.
Put your hand in the hands of the weak, for we can not be special if we do what everyone else does,
Help a blind person to take a step towards the light, for he will not see beyond his feet in a society full of fog,
Listen to the complaint of the oppressed for we can't hear his scream among crowds read about kindness in some blog.  
You will not move forward as long as we live in the wreckage of false dreams and morality committed suicide on the banks of desires,
Do you know what i'm asking you to be...!
Just a human been.  

Mistakes

The wound is now healing but the scars will remain, 
How do we continue and still feel the same.. 
Being true to oneself is all that it takes,
To realize where we have made mistakes, 
Should we go or should we stay 
As we'll always wonder what happened that day. 
Is there life after love, does anyone know or just memories of feelings that have been torn away.

I'm dieing

The sunset outside my window, Has lost all it`s glow
The rose in the garden, Doesn't bloom any more
Your love killing me not in the land of dreams, but truly it do.
Let me hear your voice before I die, 
Let me see your true face before I die,
Let me express my feelings before I die,
The sunset outside my windows, has lost all it's glow, has lost all it's glow.
The rose in the garden... doesn't blooms any any more... Come, just come.. Come for i failed and i'm dieing loving you.