Truly.........
the charisma
beguiles and challenges them
truly the sublime force is too irresistible
in attraction and confusion they fake faux condemnation
and in awe the artificialities of superficiality offers sanguine solace
as dim counterfeit pundits give counterfeit commentaries
for who dares say this is one like no other
when to be real is a crime per se
wow! that charisma
truly..........


Truly..........
his charisma
exceedingly shades all others
no one and nothing compares we know
God threw the mould away after making him
cry me a river and build that bridge over troubled waters
for a David walks head and shoulder above most
in truth we see his light but lie we must
when passion voltage overwhelms
its ebb is the afterglow
we live to die
truly.........

Draw your face ...

asked my pen ...
to draw your face...
could you do ...
how could it draw you...
your face ...
by words ...
could it be ...
could my pen ,do ...
to draw this charming face ...
how could it can ...
to draw yours eyes ...
which it more deep than a seas ...
and all oceans ...

and what about those lips ...
which they as a beautiful rose ...
into a heart's garden of this face ,,,

my pen got wordless for a while ...
and shyly answered ...
really i wish to do ...
but my ink ...
Failed to draw this beauty face ...

hazem al ...

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, when you wish upon a star
your dreams come true-Cliff Edwards---do they? :>


remember when you called us quits too soon
one year later in a **** same room
all the blacks and whites grayed out a little on me
but never returned the woods in thousand dreams

remember when you took that hug in a theft
burned the station down and couldn't hear a left
but things a carry a chocolate cake would never cut
all so small to you but me just a single much

remember when the ice we clanged and freed
even the cold I've missed the day you chose a fleeing cheat
all the hours and runs we held the hands and lilac
but I know again a no more a wont come back

remember the dark ages we bled and rhymed
cared and favored out on every other than not crime
all the shadows and hunts tracing the midnight sky
but the stars would never forget a lover's align

but my heart and soul would never know to draw a line
but my nights and getaways would never dim a dime
but my soul can't erase veins on violin classic chimes
but-------------------------------------------------------­-----------

                                                                            ------ravenfeels

With the point of my arrow as sharp as my jaw,
my draw back and backtalk are equally as piercing.