Wednesday, January 27, 2010 11:02:57 AM
Life is cold and damp, the stars are crying at night, warm words hug me this day....
"why the world is poor in shape?" he asked...
dear you , you're the day and the night.
you're in need and here I am to give you a hand from far away
you're ALWAYS in my prayer
these words are for you Mr.Colombo
Tuesday, April 28, 2009 4:29:51 PM
After Noor and Nedjmek I am alive no more, that's my net family but everything fell down,
I left Opera, I'll be here no more!
My best brothers, Thanks a lot for both of you!
Saturday, April 25, 2009 2:23:11 PM
Even the rose of my life has thorns.
The night that I used to feel has no sense of life.
The spot light throw which I saw you is closed.
Your ghost is in my soul, I will never forget about you but I have to let the black grass grow .
FORGIVE ME...!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009 2:52:25 PM
I was wandering alone for so long, no sense of life I could see, life is no longer seems to be fair, I wish to see the light, the light of the green colour of the grass over earth.
Everything is in vain. The light will not turn on because the night is so smart.
I felt the anger of the wave that live in the deep point somewhere, I hug myself with drops of water in my heart. I am cold, I passed away and so I will!
Might I see the smile of the sweet life again?
Indeed, everything went away, my life is so dry and pale....!
Thursday, April 9, 2009 5:09:38 PM
It's a nice day. The Sun is smiling and The Moon is sleeping. There's no cloud in the sky, so, it will not cry.
The morning wet grass is so fair , red roses are sitting there discussing life. Blue skies were seen by a look out, lovely storm was dancing with trees in the streets.
Life is richer with happiness, We all need to feel alive , we all want to see life!
The spirit of hope is there, we do have faith and one day we'll reach the aim.
"Deep Breath" , I need.My pen is typing about LIFE with no reason!
Are we alive?
That's the spirit of life and such it is!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009 2:46:20 PM
In one of the gardens I saw a baby, It was crying, laughing at the future.
It was carrying stories with her , It was looking up, It was looking at the light skies!
So dark cloud come towards her but no longer it appeared to suffer any pain. the Sun comes to set, and the baby went away, sleep tight.
Life is short, we've no time to live in a green dresses , I do like the oceans' waves , It makes you feeling life , It shows you the fewer arts that you can't see and that you've no enough time to learn them in!
Sunday, March 15, 2009 6:05:00 PM
The morning wet grass is so fair, that green garment looks so original, it brings us hope, happiness as well as fear.
The leaves of the trees are damp, that last night was so cold. No one is there, Silence prevail...no sound!
the night comes..!
Some flowers are swaying right and left, up and down...They're in a darkness, I want to bring them light, i want to hit the mark but that trust roses hurt me, that is the speechless song.
The spectrum of the glacier is inside, it's not a joke because it's so painful, the thorn are so harm.
It's needless to live in here, we've to be back home!
Teardrops fall down but i would go to great length.
Friday, March 13, 2009 2:37:31 PM
عبرات تنهمر من شلال دافق
شلال سئمت مياهه الجريان
شلال يكمن مجراه في بطون البحار
أعماق الكهوف و القلوب
بريق المياه خداع
خريرها آهات و آلام
شكت فرددت
خابت فأصبت
سئمت الورود المياه
كرهت الأمطار الغيوم
و فرت السعادة من بريق الأمل
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 4:00:15 PM
I have read an Archive and i would like to share some lines with you,
What does 'freedom' mean?
Does the eagle want to swim in the sea,
Restricted by the sky? Does the fish want to dance on the wind,
Not enough river to explore?
Yet the sky is freedom for the bird but death for the fish,
The sea is wide for the fish but will engulf the bird.
We ask for freedom but freedom to do what?
We can only express our nature as it was created.
The prayer mat of the earth is freedom,
freedom from slavery to other than the One,
Who offers an shoreless ocean of love to swim in and a horizon that extends to the next life,
Yet we chose the prison and call it freedom
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 2:55:50 PM
In a brighten Stars, there’s charm, the butterfly dances over a tune of sadness, I turn on the light of dreams, it doesn’t relieve.
I lie back on the grass looking at the fair dark sky, I relax not so long, it is relating stories, the brighten Stars get a party, I am listening to their magnificent wisdom...I am speculating that lovely picture then I find two wings of mine wobbling in here and there.
A long novel I live, right mind I have...that’s myself, my deception
Like that I spend my sideral day!!
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