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hani-shibli
hani-shibli
Open and free man of this wild, vicious world. / I have no title and profession of credibility, just me and my word. / I have a will and passion to embrace people, that's all. X
Hey sad souls, what are we to do? When we're all so down and blue! In our beautiful minds, (Because,that's what they are, you HP people) join your hands, together as one, with similar kinds, of people. Men and women, need each other, sister and brother. Feed each others spirits, to take you beyond all limits. This isn't a poem, with the American dream, this is for hearts and minds, that need inspiration, at times of desperation. We all need to feel good, gratification of our existence, with a constant persistence. Encouraging one another, telling life that ,'That I love her' She holds me captive, her spirit bounds me, In her arms, I'm held in awe. surrendering unconditionally, Like a puppy holding up its paw. For life, throws tribulations, catastrophic, philosophic, cataclysmic, rhythmic, euphoric. And with each moment, we should pray for another, this gift of life, to make us content, a limited time we are lent, cannot regain what has been spent. Look up into this abundant sky and smile that you are here. When many cannot, and many have not.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Sad Souls
He wonders in an ascending thunder. He roams in an aspiring trail, which excites without fail. He please's like a contagious disease. Do you love me, do you hate me? The little boy used to ask. A smile in his eyes, used to confuse and bemuse. Some it would anger, and to some, it would intrigue. But, he knew, it was only a smile. Mischief was his game, adventure his name. Love in his heart, to the end from the start. Till death to him part.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Boy at heart
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
Not a poem
Parallel life. Many faces they say. Who are we going to see today! Who do you want to see? Who do you want me to be? Who AM I gonna see? Want to be someone? Well be! What's he say in there? Let's do it! Conquer this world! Let them see! Oh! The fire! The passion, soul, energy, lights up all that's around it. Then......... It crashes! Why! I don't know. I just watch, They watch, carefully afraid of the reaction they'll see. Where has that fire fled? And this absence of light. The darkness that clouds my world. That, what I no longer want to hear and see. Shutting out the light, dousing the fire. And watching those clouds covering, looming over me. That is when, Parallel lives appear. Please disappear, Let me be. This strength I know to me. Even, if silent, but strong, active and unstoppable, ready to rest, not die from within. Just make these two lives, let them be one.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Dark days
No more numbing, dumb wars. Each country proud to even the scores. For that loss of love and life. We give each other strife. **** that hatred. Because you say, We're more sacred! Whose lives they take, To build their empire, The families they break, Lies a leader will aspire, For he will make you believe, The hype and the spin, Behind a devil's grin.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
I'm sick of wars
Don't be afraid of art. Don't be afraid of your mind.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
borrowed words
There is a poem         for                        every                                  moment                                  in                                    every                                      life
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
just a thought
'Tis a friend, right till the end. Made mistakes, Just like we all do. But, alas his mistakes, cause his biggest heartbreaks. He's helped others, always, but with each good turn. His mind burns. Like a cancer tearing him apart, a tumour through his heart. I wish he would learn. So, he would not burn. I can only help, so, so much.......
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
Black Saturday
Come fly with me, Come cry with me, Don't let the words die on me.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
Words in motion
When my mind is alive! I carry myself across in a wind of thoughts.....
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Awake