ما أجمل النوم في سبات عميق.. نغلق آذاننا عن صراعات الذئاب.. نلتهي بأحلامنا الوردية التي تلون عقولنا وهما
ما أجمل النوم..أو هكذا نظن.. نسكت صرخات أنين الأطفال.. نخنق ذاكرتنا عن تذكر مآسينا و جهلنا.. غريب أمرنا
نطالب بحقوقنا التي اغتصبوها..ألم نغتصب نحن عقولنا.. ألم نغتصب مبادئنا..؟ لا نزال نتساءل.. أين ذهبت أراضينا؟.. أين دفنت هويتنا؟
قف..يا من تدعي الرجولة..يا من تدعي الإيمان.. يا من تدعي الإبصار..عميت عيناك يوم قبلت واقعك.. يوم غلفت
عقلك وقلبك بغلاف من حديد.. قف و تأمل وقل لي ماذا ترى؟ أترى ضحكات أطفال أم صيحات أشباه جنود عقدت ألسنتهم؟
أترى شعبا خصبا مرفوع الرأس أم ذليلا كسير الظهر يحترق ألما.. قل لي ماذا ترى؟ وسوف أقول لك ما لم ترى بعد..
I ask for perfection, yet the emptiness in my heart, in my mind is denying to be filled
I ask the world to be honest, to be loyal, yet my words refuse to say the truth, refuse to shock
my sweet dreams about reality. Lying to my self, how worse could it get?
Is it me seeking for perfection or the people around me urging me to be whom I am not?
Am I sick, whispering with my illusions or are the wolves around me waiting to suck out my blood?
Saturday,, December 3, 2005
A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to, and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approachher, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform togive the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away fromher, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hearsyou.If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's seewhat happens."Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?" No response.So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?"Still no response.Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?"Again he gets no response so,He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what'sfor dinner?"Again there is no response. So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"
"James, for the FIFTH time I've said, CHICKEN!!!!" Moral of the story:The problem may not be with the other one as we always think, could be very much within us..!
I know..I can`t survive
No.. Not with those illusions keeping me apart
Tearing me into pieces
Old crumble pieces..images of a lost heart
I wonder why
Am I allowed to wonder?
I have no answers.. but the pain in my head
Urging me to come out..shouting..screaming..
Endless thoughts..endless pain..are they?
No.. I am standing here… so tight and strong
Wiping of my pain.. Filling my soul with hope
They care.. I know they do..dont they?
Yes they do..aint they my flesh and blood?
Aint they.. my light in darkness
My pill in sorrowness
I care..they do..dont i? and don’t they?
So why. Why the tears..why the fears
Please.. rejoin me with them..
I careless for today’s glorious night
I seek for tomorrow’s delightful sight
It is very strange the way we talk... The way we walk
So hard to decide yet so easy to mock
Afraid of holding on to our beliefs
Denying we are in a deep sleep... I am still in a shock
Don’t watch and weep. You... Who claim to be such a meek
Shaped out of a clay... Laughing... Scorning... You’re so weak
Shameful steps following shadows... You’re just another cheap meat
Can’t you see? Where we stand...I refuse to seek
Seek for the help of dividers... Children I need to feed
And fellows to meet...I can’t let go... I need to lead
I know many people wAnder what they bring to the world or what flavour they add to it, i am one of those who always seek to see my reflection in others eyes, a nice reflection I hope not a scary one^_^.
We as curious creatures always wAnder what others think of us and it is always kind and sweet just to tell those who influenced you or changesd your world in any simple way, to tell them what they have added to your life!
I wAnder if I will ever be able to lead steps of a confident struggler
I wAnder if I will ever be remembered as the woman who has a big heart, a big mind
To share the love and to guide the people from the gloominess of arrogance to the oasis of knowledge
Show me the way to a life full of surprise, fill my mind with something other than memorize
Nurture my passion to reach sunrise, build my dreams, make me realize
Life is about feeding our starving souls to reach the ultimate goal; with no love, no loyalty; Can not survive
Take a piece of my soul
Show me the art of hurting a heart
So rich, so pure
Who am I?
Am I not starving? Am I not standing?
To feed the rising hope inside of me
To seek the love of sight, can’t you see?
Hold me tight, fill me with passion..
Then leave me with sorrow and no compassion
Who am I?
Do not I feel? Do not I heal?
Feel the love of living another day,,, heeling from arrogance .. I am just a clay
Embezzle my eager to meet my fellows.. it is a mystery of life..
Can not see them in my sight.. yet I still fight..
To see them, feel them
To smell the fragrance of sweet cold nights.
Who am I?
Can’t you see? Hear the bee? Screaming out inside of me?