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Showing posts with label About A Thinker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About A Thinker. Show all posts

Friday, April 04, 2008

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to write or not to write?

to tell it all or sink,
keep moving against the wind,
will you not follow?

to dream or be real,
ignore that life robbed your will,
will you not fight?

to feel or be alone,
stories numbered right on your stone,
will you remember?
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to live or not to live?

to stay or run away,
to stop or constant drop,
to push or pull back in,
to pray or keep the faith,
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who are you or do you know?
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Sunday, October 07, 2007

Don't Kill The Moon

1
lying on the floor
won't make the sky fall
with the blanket on
with the saddest song
playing your mind on and on
rooted pain growing strong

***
what feel is real
don't question
even if sun up with the rain
it's still clear to see
through the breeze
that you can turn it any way around the moon
go around and be found
there's always stars shooting down
but
don't kill the moon
don't kill the moon

***

2
staring long to the space
more minutes you waste
i can swear this isn't the sight
we all wish at night
but dawn push the moon down
taking you deeper underground

3
whatever the moon want to mention
let it haze in the air
and after fog covers and torn view apart
then walk away

sept 2007

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

the List

ever since this morning
the list keeps turning
changing
forcing me to fall down my knees

without a sound
it knocks me out from slumber
desperation is now gone
singing
the answering parade

how can i fight the moon and the rising sun
they agree never to let me sleep again
like a butterfly i found wonder
flying across over to be between them

without a sound
i walk away new step
awkward and familiar
sinking
rising as my armor fall off

ever since the scar speak
the list shred to pieces
hurting
healing everything, i am on my way

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Where Day Belong

where do day belong
its been too long
i haven't heard my song
oh no..now i am not strong
***
oh i've tried and i've fight and i've tried
pull me out of this tide
open the door i ain't staying no more
go to where day belong
that's where i want to be...
***
how much will time take
i feel that all is such fake
when will i get my chance
to fix all of my mistakes
***
oh i've tried and i've fight and i've tried
pull me out of this tide
open the door i ain't staying no more
go to where day belong
that's where i want to be...
***
hard i wish all is just a dream
that soon i will wake and all went away
but no,its where day belong
after we hurt then we start to move on
***

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

crash and burn

insanity feeds anamoly
less than that
it prisoned our intellection

feel free...

cause time will not tell
the crosses that you would dare
when death whispers...
it caught you,defenseless
crashed and burned...

so bind time defeat arrogance
faster than light
fallen by the darkman's artifice

feel you...

cause time will not tell
the crosses that you would dare
when death whispers...
it ripped you,effortless
crashed and burned...

awake and decide
you'll never loose your faith
fist yourself hard
to fall in the land of grace
unveil,extricate and rectify...
crash and burn...

cause time barely unravels
the crosses you should take
before death whispers
you need to relive now
so,crash and burn...

Thursday, October 05, 2006

"oh freedom" (Tribute to the real Muslim Fighters)






cant hug the same tree like 10 years ago
old kettles aint an antique then
we wait for spaceship to land now
soon a package to galaxy cost less

funny these thought sounds then
yet we put war in front of the door
people are crazy they beat themselves
just to prove that IQ are higher than value

what am i crapping about
less facts unnecessary stress
but those little things which we shut our eyes
escape and shield our warmth

i saw places burned on tv
yet im scared to break a silence
stupid pathetic arrogant weak
but no not cruel

aint it the same thing?

silence drive the road back to the past
where freedom desperately being fought
now..once again.
oh freedom Allah blessed us all with
we destroy!
its 12.35am
every minute is a chance
of freedom to be lost
or freedom to be protected
we pray!
we learn!
we prepare!
we wake!
we love!

understand?

to heal

closet's door restless
disturb by the open view
wind angry senseless
to the world it blew

where to begin
what's the best to move on
from this bitterness inside
when fired might kill
yet in the end it supposed to heal


beautiful waves
disaster's craves
to collect the lost souls
and leave the rest to learn

where to begin
what's the best to move on
from this bitterness inside
when fired might kill
yet do i really know the end heals?

this life works
such an inspiration such tragedy
it took everything
but it gives everything back that's good in me

Monday, October 02, 2006

Forever New

i conciously mapped out
the path of the branches
crosses and twists
and make a new world

underwater beats
humming slow and softly
until music sleeps
seemingly forever beneath

what ties together?
new age and deceitful forever?
both lies masked by truth
both dies sooner than youth

Saturday, August 19, 2006

a wanderer

when clouds gather as one,
storm will knock the tree
a wanderer beneath,
his pencil dance,then later he reads,
and the earth listens to him
flowers and long grass bow to agree,
birds above share their beauty,
way up high, he gaze afar
whether a glimpse of heaven
through storm then beyond clouds,
if he could hold,
that the hope he wrote,
do exist.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Color of Crayons

do you wanna be blue
be like the dolphins
or be gloom
do you like yellow
sunflowers swifts slow
or roots stuck below
do you prefer green
trees becoming mountains
or swamps that look mean
do you see red
be the same as blood
or keep away from the siren
do you consider black and white
be certain
or be grey
do other colors play too
be morphed into uniqueness
or be aliens

collect all color of crayons you like
make your masterpiece

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

my Idioms

the ocean rattles
whatever made it feels
should the anchor be unleashed

a ghost stand on the other side
haunting to be seen
even presence in an old picture in an old house

crossover the river
battles the deep forest land
befriend the myth of the old predator making it a kin

flowers turn to black paper
its ashes crackles are defeaning
but it never wake the sleeping beauty

so could you stand?
could you stand?
could you stand?
could you?
anyone?
could you stand?

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Orange Leaves

"Orange Leaves"

its not time for you yet
dont change for me
be you be green
its what ive been longing to see

as i pass by as time flies
as the earth stays
as the sky covers me safe

the feel of knowing
of me wanting to see you as a painting of a tree
while the wall is falling bringing it with

so much i would miss the color green
yet i am so stunned by the orange leaves

as i pass by as time flies
as the earth stays
as the sky covers me safe

the orange leaves tree replaced
the very existance of the green painting

the feel now of knowing
that orange leaves dont stay

i will keep orange leaves close to my heart
and when it all falls dead to the ground
as goes my heart too
deep deep in my soul
orange leaves....................lives...

12.59am 25th jan 2006 home

Friday, October 28, 2005

'no more rhyme'

why not just tell it straight up
all these words twirling confusing just to have a meaning
those rhyme being put that sometimes doesnt make sense
isnt the truth has its own face without the mask

everyone now is so intelligent
nothing seems to be that difficult, too discreet or hidden
but people are more angry to themselves
nothing is ever enough

there is no way out
trees grow until the end there is leaves
we are all waiting to fall
not a clue what will happen when we're in the ground

there is no where to run
nowhere to hide
you must live
you must live
you must live

forget the unknown
hold dear to what is here
and live

although when you picture the end its scary
there is nothing you can do
just follow the truth
and live by it

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Apology

people want too much
the small things are not enough

like an apology that were spoken
is hollow, senseless, a dead thing

grace needs to be wrapped, cared, kept
the better the brighter the light

alone, its weak

like an apology without consequences

it could never last
it could never be whole