Sunday, December 31, 2017

Come

And it is strange that the sheep live throughout its life a plagued of wolves ... Then it finished canned in box,
It is frustrating to the ship spent it life battling the stormy waves and then crashing on rocks,
It is very painful to struggle dreams the reality of life and feelings became something with frozen looks,
And you keeping ask yourself, does it was fairy tales or you just have been mocks.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Happy new year

We will meet so many learners through our life struggling, but alas, few are true and rare are cultured, And for those precious fossils I would like to mention them with tenderness and giving.. So, before you will celebrate your new year do not forget to give a little, because the little you give is more than deprivation, for there is a human kept on giving until he had nothing more to give.

Monday, December 25, 2017

Into the Magic Of Christmas

Live ye must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give,
Form the cruelty Ι once took about, To keep unwelcome feelings out,
Bind fast the spell every time, Let the words be spoke in rhyme,

Power shared is power lost. no one can pay the cost,
Soft of eye and light of touch, speak ye little.. listen too much,
When the wind begins to turn, Soon the longing fires will burn,
When ye have and hold a need, never fit on others greed,
With a fool no seasons spend, or be counted even as his friend. 
Six months we shall wait to go, burn them quick or burn them slow, 
What you seek for shall be found, in sea or sky or solid ground,  
Pray to the god when life is round, Luck with you shall then abound, 
Bide the hope ye must, with perfect love and perfect trust,


Friday, December 22, 2017

Distance emotions

Go as far as you can, meets what you want of any mankind,
But when it comes time to give love, give it to one from your kind,
Dazzling and beauty of the indifference, will illuminate your mind,
But there'll be tears of blood after letting you alone,...behind,
No matter how hard you try, there is nothing here to bind,
You are just another one who spread his emotions into wind,
Only the suffering of loyalty and this forbidden love, you will find,

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.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

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.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

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..

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

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.

Monday, December 18, 2017

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,
 

Sunday, December 17, 2017

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.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

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.