While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Inspirational poem.. Rising Golden red sun all its way..dedicated to all
of you guys..wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
The Rising Red sun
As like the charming moon and luminous star fades away.
It promises to send the dynamite sun shining in the sky.
Due to which oceano pearl glitters all the day.
Praying god for the happiness in all our way.
The morning sagas made me understand, Me and my vivacious life.
But When I look back and pick up the souvenir of my childhood. Its just nostalgic. Feel like to go back to the teenage. The sustained pain is the only option left that I can’t get those days of my innocence back.
All I could make up my mind and just say, move on. Just move on.
Ray of hope chimed my heart.
Because god gifted me Something and added in my cart.
Provided me and my sincerity towards work can’t depart.
From the very day uplifted to give a quick start.
The moment I realized the magnetising power of the sun.
Felt trust on it and renovated my life again by attenuating my pains.
Rest all I expect peace my thee.
Left with the ray of hope. Bless us MY god, My lord !!!!!
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The Wandering Yogi
From city to city, from every town to town
Catching every smile to smile, every frown to frown.
His allegiance goes to the exalted one, not any nobility nor the crown.
The mysterious venture itself is a compass – forever trailing up and down.
He vision’s more to the sandstorm than just the sands might.
What he really seeks is the commandeering winds, hidden from man’s sight.
For he is like a moth, forever trying to follow the mystical light.
A servant of humanity, here to douse out ones fiery plight.
The mystical light to him, is like the sweet essence of nectar to a bee
His journey has no fragrant flower to guide the way, only his heart must see.
The burden of Caste, Creed and Colour cannot weigh him down – forever he is free.
These bitter ingredients are for his pestle and mortar, mixed together to serve he.
Always alert, always ominous. Wary of the treacherous thorns.
Even the smallest prickle can poisonously permeate – towards the path of the one with horns.
Decorating his path to God for others to follow – moving on as he adorns.
And for those who have permanently set their ship astray – he shall set up half mast, for he mourns.
From sunrise to sunset. From a healthy youth to a venerable age.
Adhering to his spiritual principals. A beacon of knowledge – a mystical sage.
Until he reaches his beloved, his only shelter against this life is faith and a hermitage.
Walking steadfast on an arduous journey of pain and languish – travelling away from life’s cage. The Wandering Yogi.
Feedback would be great!
Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.
When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child, chai .
I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .
Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?
It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .
The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.
It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing , cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .
There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love, and reunited with the ones they lost .
The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time .
You could not, but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see .
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet, of the Hostility .
I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish, chosen Religion.
There as I held her frail , old hand , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago . In 1945 , once in our distant, yet Frightening past .
We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
" Etta Babooshka Kofman "
If i could exhale, really exhale,
To expire the rubble of the ages,
1000 years of dread off my belly,
and my fingertips once so dainty
then could grasp stars and not burn,
I dig my face into the dirt and find eternity.
i gazed into the jackals eyes and he spoke to me from eternity
he said "follow closely so that i might teach you to exhale
and maybe dear in return a smile upon your face will burn"
an expression lost on my brittle jaw for ages
so i walk upon the crust of the earth now bruised and dainty
yet i feel growth between my toes and swelling in my belly
woe does bewilderment plague me here, tearing up my belly
then a soft green garden snake cradles me into eternity,
i watch her curl and dance across the soil of this dainty
room, she looks back from her slither reminding me to exhale,
have i been lost for all these ages?
or have i simply been afraid to burn?
and thus so is it my place to burn?
for i feel welcomed and smooth yet i have poison in my belly
and tomorrow i will remember the pain of the ages
may i retain the knowledge of eternity
or become bodily again when i exhale?
or have no question that my thoughts and ideas are dainty
i have visions of my presence siting crossed and dainty
breathing barley and quiet as i burn
surrounded by a castle of tones that bring me to exhale
into the mouth of god and back into my belly
i feel my self escaping and gasping for eternity
coming back down to the end of my ages
i could sit and cry for the death of the ages
but this life i despise growing and rooting, dainty
yes, paltry no, and tattering for the rest of my eternity
yet i recall the jackal and his feet where the earth does burn
and i miss the poison in my belly
it not escapes me, but it crusades me to exhale.
before and after the ages, the world will burn and my body will lie dainty
on the ground filling her great belly with the poison of eternity cursed to exhale.
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
God is not a man
Unlike man, is not greedy
Ever-mighty is this God
He recognize every tone
Unlike man, is ubiquitous
O'Lordy, a nuclear missile, yes nuclear.
Bent on control and devastation, control of a nuclear bomb destroying the Earth.
On land when feeling the destruction, fearful, powers of the lord, while seeking
Fearful, frightened, shivering, the day of judgement is only to'so.
How to construe power, fear and destruction.
The power is immense, shivering, a crack in the core.
Fearful, how will I survive?
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.
My Sins – Zamreen Zarook
Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.
Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.
In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.
Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.
I remember my childhood
playing without thinking
what would happen next.
I just live life to the fullest.
I am so naïve
believe only in happiness.
No problems to think.
No harm in the mind.
Just enjoying every laughter
with the friends whom I never met again
in my lifetime after those moments.
I don't know where they are right now.
I love you past.
Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need
I'll call upon my superhero's
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.
A huge ego breaks off love’s embrace,
A tiny ego slips off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!
A selfless ego suffocates from love’s embrace,
A selfish ego wards off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!
A super-visual ego overshadows love’s embrace,
A deep-seated ego is colonized by love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!
A healthy ego humbly looks above,
A healthy ego can lead and also serve...
Its nerves know not pressured blood,
But developing it is almost hard!
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
What is Layag Sug?
How come you're not answering?
Why are you asking?
For me to know
Why, isn’t it a bully to me?
No. I'm just plainly asking.
Why is it so hard for you to answer?
I don’t know why the question arises now.
I suddenly realize I don't know the meaning of it.
Aha for you what is it?
What is Layag Sug?
Is it a signature to every statement you make?
Or a line you share with someone?
Being a signature to every statement
It is also a line to share to make Sulu familiar with people today
So what is Layag Sug?
What do you think?
I don't know a Sulu boat?
What do you think?
You can share what it is so we could explore
I will give you my meaning
After you give interpretation
You're not answering are you?
Just say so if you're not
I don't have the entire night waiting
Layag Sug is about my life
Longing for the independence of beloved homeland Sulu
Literally Sulu Sail!
That’s Layag Sug seen through my lens of thought
And my experience in life!
A poem made to explain the meaning of Layag Sug through the question of Sulu Gypsy. 12:44AM, 9 March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug!
I am the maker of miracles
a real spiritual man
waltzing through shadows
as they pull me back in
I know I must escape them
any way I can
I know the way out
like the back of my hand
It's just me and the maker
together, he and I
I told you God is in me
you just thought I was high
talking with the Zeta's
they tell me just why
everything has an ending
and the old me, must die
I'm Calm as a bomb
in the eyes of a storm
they stare upon me
as if I've been warned
turn me inside out
as a goodness is born
I wear my battle scars
so stars know I'm war torn
When the gift of life
is freed from inside
the fire starts fading
then the anger subsides
like the great phoenix,
I go back in time
a miracle is born
and now that I'm revived
in my new life, I shine.
at peace with GOD
what is a holistic world?
penned on September 02, 2014!
Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.
When He breaks you
It is to re-make you.
If given the choice
To give destiny your voice
You would undoubtedly have picked this state
Such is the irony of fate
He breaks you now
So you later see the how -
How the pieces of your journey come to be
A slow but eventual solving of this mystery
He makes you work work work – then fail
So that you realize your means are of no avail
Without His will -
But feel His mercy fill -
Even through the aches still
He punctures your bubble of hope
To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope
To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’
Which you might say if it always did come so easy
He lets you fall
So that when you stand
It’s straight and tall
Your past sorrows
Not letting you drown
Without your ego
Weighing you down
Even while the road appears smooth
He lets you trip and trip again
So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures
From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain
He knows Best
The perfect Teacher
Who puts the perfect test
He breaks you
To re-make you…
I am seeing your picture
I miss you
I want to hug you
It’s your fifth birthday
I want to see you
I was not granted
I am far of you
Allah knows I love you.
I love you Ratuku.
See you when you are big enough.
Sometimes I restrained not to see your picture.
I know I would be hurt of not being with you in person.
I know I am missing you so much.
I know I cannot hold you.
I know my tears would be falling.
Later you will understand
You will understand why we are apart
You will understand why I am held not to see you
You will understand why you are taught to hate me
You will understand why when you hear “Ayah” you feel fearful
You will understand why I love you so much
I love you and see you later if not soon.
I love you Anakku.
And you know that I love you!
I do not know?
Even though others couldn’t wake up in the morning
With cries and wailing
Filling up their homesteads
I thank you God
That I still walk on this earth
Having given me another chance
Even though others would have nothing
To eat for days and even to drink
I have a slice of bread and a drop of water to drink
I thank you God
Even though some have cars and private jets
To take them everywhere
I thank you God
That I could still use my legs
Taking to take me anywhere
Knowing that there are those who have legs
But cannot even walk
Even though I cannot sing as the birds do
In their moments of joy
I thank you God that I have ears
To listen to their soothing melodies
Even though I have never been perfect in life
And err many times over
I thank you God
That you still shower
Your Grace and mercy on me
Even though I only pray
When in pain and worried
I thank you God
That you still answer my prayers
It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food
I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself
A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.
As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!
UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435
SARAJEVO the going insane
Could anyone explain the going mad
of someone whom your life's depended on,
or how, the sanity, all they have had
grows weaker until all they've had is gone?
You know their love's been such a part of you
but life had reason, it just couldn't stay,
and in your heart you know the love was true,
it did not end, it only slipped away.
To watch, as those you've loved, grow weak in mind
is watching death--in all your eyes can see,
and helpless, all your hope is but to find
their death is not as fast as death should be.
It takes a long time knowing all is gone
and longer finding reason to go on.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron wilson
Yesterday in GAZA
I saw a mother's tears
About his family martyrs
You don't know how I felt
I thought I'll kill myself
I used to ask her (myself)
How can I go there ?
How can I help them ?
Why am not I brave ?
Especially this time
Why am I so late ?
Why do I stay behind ?
My wall's shade
I wanted to fight, didn't I ?
Why am I scared from the fake ?
Sons of Zion, the wrongdoers by their crimes
This is a big mistake
How can I go ?
In order to show
To all this world
How I shall swallow
This Israel, like the pea
Mix it with the peach
I'm not joking here
It's just I wanna volunteer
By everything I've, even it's my ears
Forced me into the birdcage
nervous while plundering
The lash around my neck
result of blundering
Awakened my wrath
vigorous equally thundering
Lost in panic,
facade of a dervish wondering.
I do not know?
The freeze has brought them to a winters' night
they've made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.
There's no repent for killing as it's done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.
And to this chaos, we have paved the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its frigid call,
and brings another dark and longest day.
The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all has slipped away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
but laid to rest in later years,
and right is not defined until the last.
© ron wilson the Doylestown Poet
I do not know?
I was alone and crying in front of ALLAH!
Came a voice from my heart ''Recite any Surah''
Opened The Quraan with bundles of doubt
See,how I was thrown out of drought
Me. ''I'm alone and sad too''
Quran. ''And your Lord has never left you''
Me. ''I'm not having good days,What's the matter''?
Quran. ''And the coming moment will definitely be better''
Me. ''My life is dark,When will I see a moon?''
Quran. ''And HE will please you with something very soon''
Me. ''How good is the life of others!!''
Quran. ''And don't look at other couples''
Me. I've nothing,My Life's color is dim''
Quran. ''And Allah is with those who are always grateful to him''
Me. ''What can i do to satisfy my heart,YA ALLAH?""
Quran. ''And heart can only be satisfied by remembring Allah''
I then Closed The Quran with tears rolling down..
Forgot that I should've behaved as a Crown..
Answers were available for every doubt and i then thought
How Blessed I am from rest of the lot !
Journey To A Sceptred Isle -
Mysterious land's of lavish greenery
Breathtaking view's. Indescribably scenery.
The land and irrigated pastures, ever so fertile
In the midst of the Atlantic, a floating pearl, a magnificent isle.
An island inhabited by the mighty and proud
Siberian winds circulate the lonesome isle. A quintessential shroud
The upper north. Rough highlands and mountains
The lower south. Fine abbeys and fountains.
An island, a speck. Minute and petite
Do not forsake this treasury of power. It's aura emit's mystique.
Follow the beckoning light. Think not of these lands barbarious
Expected the unexpected. A famed nation where men grow victorious.
Clasped the entire world in it's tight fist
It's tongue and culture spread like a soulful mist.
Grasped the lands of their forefathers, with its might
Undeniable power - an empire which exceeded the sky in height
The lands where the chilling winds bite
And the glaring snow, creeps in through the whistling night
Yet the extreme south experiences a Caribbean breeze
In the midst of a humble, everlasting freeze
The lands of inspiration and desire. A cornucopia of hope
A gamble, which only the brave and bold, take and cope.
An open chest of emeralds. A civilized society
What is the price they shall pay, discrimination, and labelled the minority?
The lands great King’s and Queen’s viciously fought
A place wise sage’s and priest’s exhaustively taught.
A place inhabited by the pompous and the scrupulous
However, like all goldmines ; come impurities and the perfidious.
We pay our respect to Haji Naushah Ganj Baksh, now starts the adventure
Farewell Hindustan – land of the Indus. Into the Unknown we venture.
Drawing near and near, to the mysterious lands. Sleep deprived, induced insomnia
Their feet’s touch the fresh grass. Can it be? Mighty Britannia.
-My fathers spiritual, and emotionally crushing journey to set up a new life in the west. dedicated to him.
Flame in the air
When there is no fire there
But in the center
Is the dragon’s belly
Waiting to spew uncanny heat
For heat-rock is all it is
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Plane ride out...tonight...air...seems too...stiff...comfy...Miss?
Eddy...'goina...miss 'ya...well...seems...kinda sad...but...miss?
Lord...what...the F...class past noon...sunset in...a pool!
Dear...oh well...close this 'ol...journal...the best...in all...the school!
Soap...and...shave...buff's...to tight...one...ninety...it's...a start!
Dorm's...a start...but...classes...and notes...cute as darts...a really...cool tart!
Clothes...just right...new...hose and shoes...hair and face...perfect!
The Row...burgers 'n cheese...yogurt 'n cheese...the bike...the look...perfect!
The roar...the crowd...the lights...the band...the score...All-American...school!
The life...the school...a new...chapter...really...movies 'n dates...way-to-cool!
Frats...'n sororities...way-to-cool...dorm's a...start...grades 'n scores...huh?
University...of...Ooh Lah Lah...oh...'ya...'sis...'bro...gotta go...Money for...huh?
Beamers...and 'Vettes...Porches...used...oh well...paper's old...school's...way-
Classes 'n schools...lights and rooms...back or front...proff's too...old...or too cool!
Mom...and Dad...will...I cost too much...day'll come...I'll make...you proud...you'll
Frats...and sororities...lights 'n sounds...crowds 'n roars...the cheers...the beers...
Forever...you and me!
oh, the soul, the turns she takes
when one day the flat sea, the
darkens way to growling,
that swim a certain malaise
through the splits sending
the boards, the
separating, slowly vanishing, barely
sure as rain, sure as
full of septic
this is nothing, she says to herself, overheard
over the stank
this is murderous sly, as well as a
to find these waters covered across the
concrete floor, and
saturating the mattress
with its black dog
its sewage, its
Hasty, eager, restless
I am Your soldier.
I am Your fighter.
I am Your servant.
I am Yours.
We will fight for love.
We will embrace all.
We will serve Your world.
We are Yours.
As soon as they come; they leave
As soon as I open my eyes; they vanish
The Ghosts of my past fight the angels of my future
Or so I see it
Faith they said, had grown week
So much so that even
Ten shots of elixir felt meek
Or so I believed
Time claimed alchemy
I simply bowed
to whoever showed,
The power to prove wrong in me
It was a long voyage
Horizon seemed like an eternity
The alchemist continued to row
And I continued to bow
‘Look up’ he said
So I did, and so I saw it
My cheeks felt warm
The breeze felt soft
As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw his work
Indeed! He spoke of the truth
Watching the bright golden truth, I stood
Making its way from up above into my room
Drinking the elixir, I smiled
Watching me, he took pride
Twisted are your ways, I said
‘Make me proud’ said he and left.
Life is a glass jar almost ready to fall.
Here God stands, hands supporting it all.
We gather around to watch in pacts,
Because we don't have the strength to act.
They took her by force and took it from under our feet They went out
We love and we want, but their weapons in the Muslim Tortured us
Cry day and night, and between their hands do not want to stay
Notifies the sadness calls, every human being by a drop of blood Islam
Youth killed aggression, and an orphanage in the streets of pain
Children of security they want, and the Zionists speak the language of blood
Responsible for watching the war, and organizations suspicion that they are incorrigible Peace
They beat us and tortured us, and armed Dmrona and Okhavona
Moved O Muslims, and all fighters Belongings
What is the value of the life he leads Denied, and of belongings you ban
Enough of humiliation and deadlock, Your cooperation to return You
God is in favor of the right, what you just have to go ahead and fight
O Muslim, there is no saddens blow ......
The higher the oppressor, Fall become more painful .......
Author : Omar Hachmi
After the cutter of trees put down some trees,
He felt the scent of apples held by the breeze,
And the obstacles thicken instead of disappearing.
"The world worlds," as a word in its family`s ring.
He rested in the jungle of words and strange puns
Where the thoughts`invisible agile roe still runs;
He must return to the springs of our Being
And he has to open himself without prejudice
To the living waters found therein beside a dice.
His efforts to uncover the primal reality
Must go back even of Being and serenity
Besides the known tree, interposed woman
As logical essence between Being and man
Made use forced Being to disclose itself again
Through man-made forms and sobbingly stain.
Living every day,
Living every second to the beat of yesterday,
The memories haunt my soul,
I wish that we both will never get old,
I know they say old is gold,
But imagine how much gold has been worn and taken and and those people that wore them don't even exist anymore,
it's like they were here but not anymore,
Live life to the fullest because of day you will have to go,
Maybe our souls feel tense in this body of flesh,
Try and cut a hole in your past please tell me you're fresh,
Live life as a new beginning every day,
you're born alone and you die alone,
You are the only one there are no other clones.
I feel invisible. And Christmas feels like another terror crisis for families. I design
every city, feel no pity for this except, and can't travel and have romantic sex in the
cities with my princess Jaclyn. I will make the Da Vinci Code book come to life as
I read out loud at any (crowded place.) I will prove why the United States of
America is invincible, how I make all people and products possible. Can display
any where, we are in my supervision, which is a controlled environment. I am a
super power who created the best super power country, I have and continue to
bless North America. We are one world divided by religion. So we are still
divisible. Anybody who knows the english language should be able to tell nobody
chipped in to create the language and titles of companies. The rhymes, the
articulate ways to play with sound. Only one person could do this for the reason
of trying to reach you. All I can do is play with tv and family. Only if I had allies
there would be no defects. I hate marketing our life spans. You can believe or if
not, you just sided with the devil when youdon't believe, and I hate to make
people decide on their lives. Example is suicide.I hate to be evil. Need money to
get out of my house. Its lame to see people blame. This is not a game, I want
change. I am royalty with not enough loyaltists. If this persists, people will keep
on perishing. Allah is allowed to have a career in reality, since I am the most
creative.. All I know is I is he, he is I. I even
created the aloe plant. We can start to heal families, and I prove I gave all "Family
Ties". I build on what I build. The world is mine. One day it will be ours. If read
this I wouldn't wait till my ressurection of making the future making cycle ,
beacsue I don't feel comfortable. I hate to create insurgents, I created the internet
to reach the world. I designed the internet. You bet its a playhouse,like Wynmoor
on Cococnut Ceek Blvd. I get illusions from the word conk=cock or (count.) I get a
scroll or dimensional pop up before me of the pearl of a girl. Love handles really
means for drawers on furniture. Don't pull love handles but put you weight on it,
like railings at banks and Disney World. I made the design of slang for the
reason to rap it up. People are using the wrong words which makes our lives
miserable. I would like to progress, but still no progress of reply. All I need is one
mic, and money to come out and play. My souls' sold on dvd's and cd's around
the globe! Its a goddy god world."
"And the times of this ignorance; God winked at;
but now, commandeth all men, everywhere,
to repent! (Acts 17:30)
Interesting it is, what gets printed
in the fine print on the other
side of a Business card
especially on those cards that
you considered flippant and flipped
them into the jockey box, or
slid them under the pile
you keep on your dash
seriously, how much is the thought
worth? that one which came
from the card presenters mind;
I suppose it is a write-off or that
he or she makes more income
than I; curiously enough, I have
a card and it is my online handle
my call out to name in print
is Michaelw1two, simple for sure
"when there is something strange"
flowing through your brain...
who ya gonna call?" presently
what is your purpose?
Is it "special"?, does it have leg?
can you get a handle on it, or
grasp the asp of it, or do you really
give a shite? You might, if you
want to live; in my universe!
personally, I care, however; that is
not my point, you are conjoined beings
i.e. both flesh-terminal and
spirit-eternal, are you wearing a capuche?
no doubts about this; you spend most
of your daze, sittin, shitin, pissin, dissin
diggin... your own graves!
responsibility, all yours, remember that
"free willin thang? Can you hang...
your heads in shame now?
I am guessin nope! That you are still
those mentally hopped up on your
dopa-minded attitudes about your self
interests and more focused on the
point of your noses; poseurs plenty
you all are! I'll bet that when you
wish upon that star you think that
star is you! blind little savanna monkeys
you still be! listen to me, give thanks to
the big guy, for allowing you to yet breathe!