April 05, 2017

Remembering & Witnessing





Remembering & Witnessing - d'Verse Poets

I am a human being bored of thinking 
I wake up in my days of health 
To continue in  my wandering
From the suburbs of remembering and witnessing
too proud of the wound.
So I smile. 

Forgetfulness is living in a gloom
I have learned from the arrogance of my wounds.

I refuse to be ...
Just white papers in the anniversary book

I refuse to be ...
Just a drowned with no fear of the wetness!

Hey (I) female ... I resign!
Of the possibilities of life!
From speculation of your femininity

Hey (I) female, in my inspiration
it is like an olive tree
that is heavy of snow

I live in the slums of the massacres
To become a dam in the wind.
So I smile. 


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January 27, 2017

Under your Shades




My way of being with you is not just
understanding, compatibility,
integration of two minds,

It is also relaxing my instinct to another 
on our good-natured amiability for complete existence.

My existence ...
each of us does not ask for something from the other
We give and do not ask ..
I want to see my beloved as it is .. no more.

I do not find the need to lie 
or claim or act while I feel safe next to you
I feel that home is where I is resting under your shade, 
Where you are water, food and a comfortable loved bed.

This sense of being home and sufficiency 
is the one who gives me a sense of security 
Then I don't need all the people around me.

My existence ...
Sincerity is not even an agreement or contract
It happens on its own when both lovers feel that 
They're is filled with each other, 

Then as they realize there is no place in heart for another, 
The same second, the love wakes in them
to discover that is a sincere .. 
and that their mind is limited to one person.

As my sincere love.






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August 13, 2016

The Woman I killed a little


 

I am like that rebellious teen
That experiences and always is keen 
To make mistakes and sin
Yet I never let the pace ever bump 


Untill I bump into a woman 
Pure, loveable and kind
But I leave her behind 
Like a doll hugging every teardrop


Signs of her memory stays 
In my heart and gives me the stirs
The teenage me dries out of tears


Tell me how to hope back and forth
Behind my face a woman I don't know 
While imprisoned within my affliction 
and loneliness


Her features are carved with poisoned hunger
The memory of her laugh pursuits me
to kill me in the darkness


You my kind hearted the fault is mine
I committed death to waste time
Let the sleep come to my side 
And give mercy to my tired face 
Sadness I received early on my age
Is the only thing I can give away.




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September 25, 2015

Wipe, bring back - For refugees




It's a helpeless round
How I start to write, then wipe all out
My words wouldn't do anything.
I will not wipe tears
bring back the dead 
nor will remove hurts.
I will not even feed a hungry 
will not bring a child back to his mommy

It's a hopeless situation
To know that you're not the master of your home
To follow others like I do on Instagram
Only here I wish I could press "like"

So, I'm sad 
As the demolished homes
As the scattered souls of parents
Sad for being a friend, and not being able to help
Sad for every brother and sister separated
and for that old man not being able to die in peace 







For refugees around the world. 
For Syria, my extremely helplessness

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August 14, 2015

Echo Tension - Echo Verse





Until we all see
Echo - C

No hate will do good
Echo - hood

So my friend stay
Echo - Pray

Question your work and intentions
Echo - Tensions

Mirror yourself 
Echo - Elf 

Face your fears 
Echo - Tears

Not allow them to question you 
Echo - As you

  


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Burlesque -



Does he ever hear you?
When you take that position,
When you make that face
close your eyes
fold your hands
turn to him like that.
Does he ever hear you,
or does he ever say something back to you?

When you face the forgiver,
and ask to settle this turbulence in heart.
I hear you, even tho'
your prayers are not for me 
I hear you, as if it's like emulation
as if I'm in between this echo of simulation. 

Turn to me, I might change 
this burlesque in life.
Face me, close your eyes.




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April 11, 2015

Wandering - Falling 2 -





Once they asked me
If I still believe, that the Creator 
may have created many more others than her. 
All I know that he created me only for her.

What I know is that
I'm a veteran that returned
My spear rebelled against me
Mourning the poets of battles
Nothing but her can be seen
Locked inside or blocked by her beauty.

All I know is I'm only for her.
Humble words surrended for her
While I gave up my sheild
To fall, to rebel
To know that No formation
Can hold me in.





Read also - Wandering Spirits Falling 1 -

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March 09, 2015

Longing - Unbearable Words





Longing has it's own language
That don't pronounce admonition
Nor recognize blaming,

Language that's more than words
as it's not only seduction
but feelings pure and humble.







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February 01, 2015

The Hobo that Observes


Some of us grow up as lions
Some of us grow up as lions
Others grow up as lion-tamers
Others grow up as lion-tamers
It's hard to believe in innocence 
Anymore now where we all exist.

A hobo once went on a tour
A hobo once went on a tour
He wandered and wandered 
He wandered and wandered
Until he realized that people
live in cages like lions.

The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding
The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding 
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
That would threaten and forbid
Just to be clapped at.

Cheering audience finely approves 
Cheering audience finely approves
while the lion watches calmly
while the lion watches calmly
Only a hobo that observes
would know what the lion's thinking.



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January 10, 2015

Wandering Spirits - Falling 1




Closed & impossible doors opens 
The universe becomes small 
The world loses it's geography
 And forfeit all the borders
 How our loves purity 
Melts all restrictions

 Abnormalities on our days 
The prisons becomes castles 
Guns turns easily into lilies 
Dancing fishes when the seas 
Are liberated from it's salinity 
Following shells celebrating freedom 
And rivers flows declaring rebellion. 

The names of the places fades away 
 While a distance has no point 
Every word have a thousand meaning 
And the time commits suicide 
As the minutes die between the arms of a second 

How I/ we change 
 When love is new in our hearts 
We become wandering spirits 
 Floating on the seas 
 Yearning while racing the wind 

On a universe so vast
Full of secrets
As we rebel against facts
And laws created by men. 


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