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My endless crying
I don’t know where to start
From a Present full of pain and little happiness
From my past, dark with too much sadness
Few spots of light and little happiness
Moments of happiness!!!!!!!!!!!!
They disappeared in the ocean of my sadness
Remembering them, makes smile
When I used to know how to smile
Before I sink in the hardship of the life
Many times I want to cry
Sometimes I want to scream loud
But then I remember in the past
They used to say its shame for a man to cry
They used to say men do not cry
But I say that is all lie no one cry as hard as men cry
No one cry as much as men cry
We cannot publicly cry
We have to hide our tears when we cry
Men are good to hide their pain and tears
They should remain strong
But they cry when they are alone
Their tears is too precious to be seen
If only the walls of the houses talk
If only the eyes of the men talk
If only the tears of the men talk
If only the pillows on their bed talk
They will say how much men cry in the dark
Is it my fate to cry forever?
Is it my destiny any way I turn ends up with great pain
Or it's my mischief on earth, and this is my punishing
I care no more, what is going to be, let it be
Let the angel of death land in my world
Let them take my soul
Let them put end to this endless sadness
Let my eyes rest and drop no more tears
Let my heart grief no more
Let my sadness come to the end
Let people In the world care for their loved one
They should know men cry when they are alone
They need someone to wipe their tears
they need love not to die alone
Die alone ……………………
Copyright © Hakeem Omer | Year Posted 2012
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A letter from old mother to here son
Dear son :
One day you will see me old, an reasonable in my behavior......
At then please be patient...
Give it some time and some patience to understand me...
When my hand shakes..
When my food falls on my chest...
When I don't have the strength to ware my clothe..
Have some patient and remember years were passing I was teaching you what I cant do
today..
If I am no more pretty and smell bad...
Don't` blame me.
Just remember when you were little how hard I tried to make you look hansom and smell
good.
Don't laugh at me if you see my ignorance and not understanding things in your
generation...
Instead be my eye and my mind to catch up what I missed....
I am the one who mannered you and teach you how to face the life..
How come today you are teaching me what is most and what is not..
Don't be burred from my weak memory and slow talking and thinking when I am talking to
you...
Though my happiness from talking to you is just to be with you..
Just help me to do what I need because I still know what I need...
when my feet fail to carry me to where I want....
Be kind with me and remember I hold your hand a lot so you can walk...
Never be shamed to hold my hand today because tomorrow you will look for someone to
hold your hand.
In my age I know I am not facing life like you...
But simply I am waiting death..
So be with me not on me..
when you remember some of my mistakes know for sure all I wanted was your best interest..
Best thing you can do with me is forgive my mistakes and protect my privacy...
May GOD forgive you and protect you...
Your laugh ,your smile still makes me happy as they were before...
Do not prevent me for your company..
I was with you when you were born so be with me when I die ......
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Come to your daddy’s arm
When the life becomes rough
When the ways are lost
When the hope cant` be found
When the people can’t` be trusted
When you find yourself all alone
Come to your daddy’s arms
Who grabs your hand when you fall
Who wipes your tears when you cry
Who feels your pain when you are sad
Who feels your joy when are happy
Who dance and laugh with you to see your smile
When you are close you are in his heart
When you are far away you are in his heart and thoughts
Come to your daddy’s` arm
Enter his world of love
Enjoy his free love, that is cheap price
No one else can beat that price
That is something he can give all times
Young, old, poor, rich, sick, or not
Its non-stop from day one to the end
Take as much as you can while you can
Be safe, be smart, be kind, be honest
Be truthful, never tell lie,
Love God, love his Messenger
Love your dad and mom and all people around
Come to your daddy’s arm when you are around.
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Hakeem omer
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A CHILD FROM SYRIA HAD A DREAM
peace was his dream
his dream became steam
the steam became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
his family was his dream
playing around was his dream
growing , learning was his dream
feeling , loving was his dream
building his home was his dream
his dream was a sweet dream
but his dream became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
a slap & kick stopped his dream
he opened his eyes on another dream
this was a real dream
he said this is not my dream
he saw new people were not from his dream
they were from someone else's dream
he looked around searching for his dream
all he saw injured, dying dream
begging ,crying on a loud scream
he cried ,he begged ,please save my dream
the whole world watched that regime
killing the poor boy and his dream
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Hakeem omer
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Moment of my heart.
With sunrise.
On the first light of the sun hitting my face through the window of my room.
On the sound of the first ring of my alarm, I woke up.
In hurry, dressed up, and walked out the door.
Strange,,
I was full of energy, unlike any other day.
Love was over flowing my heart.
My eyes were seenig things different.
Everything was, pretty, lovely.
Even the ugly dog of my neighbor.
I was not me that day.
My day was too good to be real.
Most likely it was dream.
I needed a pinch to know the difference.
My heart was dancing though there was no music playing.
He was happy though there was no sign of celebration.
Same path I walk every day, but I was not same person that day.
My body was dragged, to a destiny I was not ready for.
To a usual place, in a usual day.
Though nothing was usual that day.
Fearing from falling down, I hold on to the wall of the building.
My heart rate kept raising up.
My body was weakening.
Slapped my self , I pinched my self to wake up.
Wondering, it has to be a dream.
Till she came out from behind the corner, entering the main gate, slowly passing by me.
Then, and only then I stopped trying to wake up.
I wanted to stay in that dream as long as possible.
She came out like the sun, coming out from behind the mountain early in the morning,
Spreading the gentle light pushing a way the darkness of the night.
Clreaing the pathway for those they sleep less , and work hard to survive life.
She passed by me like the wind moving gentely over a grown wheat like a wave without causing any harm to it.
The smell of her mixed perfume flow with the fresh air in the morning .
Making a person drunk but not drunk in same time.
She hunted my heart, though there was no hunting tools on her except her beauty.
My heart followed her, ignoring me like he never known me before.
For the first time I lived my dream .
For the first time I wished if that dream would last for ever.
That was the day I fall in love.
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SILENT LOVE
she took my heart she didn't know
I and my heart became her prisoner she didn't know
I loved her with all my heart and my soul she didn't know
I watched her passing by day by day she didn't know
I spoke to her every day she didn't know
I touched her face and wiped her tears she didn't know
I felt her happiness and sadness she didn't know
I cried and grieved for long time she didn't know
I watched her crashing my heart she didn't know
I guess she was blind she didn't know
I walked a way and left behind a wounded heart she didn't know
I wished her the best of the best that how much I care but yet she didn't know
I said goodbye still she didn't know
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Hakeem Omer
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Happy birthday
the sun lights the world
your smile lights my heart
the flower grows in the garden
you grow in my heart
people see you grown up now
people see you big and tall now
I see a little baby till now
I remember you crawling
I remember you smiling
I remember you crying and laughing
I remember you walking
I remember you talking
many years passing
I remember all by watching
I remember all by loving
you move from place to place
in my heart your in the same place
when you are mad acting bad
when you are silly acting folly
when you are kind acting lovely
your love always remains holy
be kind be wise do right
be brave be strong never hide
be proud of who you are
make me proud stay who you are
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Hakeem Omer
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Baby don't cry
Baby don't cry, don't grief.
Leave it all to me.
Don't cry.
You went away,
Far from me, chasing that dream of yours.
Left me all alone with lonely days.
Stuck with few memories.
From were used to be.
Living our sweet dream.
Baby don't cry, don't grief.
Leave it all to me.
I missed you when you were between my arm.
How come not miss you when you are far away.
Take my share of joy,
take what left from my life.
Live lone and be happy.
Baby don't cry, don't grief.
leave it all to me.
If you ever come back.
To claim your place in my heart.
Know that my heart was yours, and ever will be.
Come back, hold my hand.
Let's dance with those they celebrate their valentine day.
Baby don't cry, don't grief.
Leave it all to me.
Don't cry don't heart those eyes.
Through them, I used to see myself.
Don't break that heart, that was my home in the past.
Baby don't cry, don't grief.
Leave it all to me.
If you ever come back.
Weather am dead or life, you know where I will be.
Most likely you will find my grave.
Don't cry, don't grief, just say hi.
Tell me the word that makes me smile.
And makes my heart dance.
That shall make a happy man among the people of the grave land.
Love you.
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