Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother’s only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.
“O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O Father, I saw my Mother there,
Among the lillies by waters fair.
Among the lambs clothed in white
She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn—
O when shall I return again?”
Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.
“Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star.”
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
The third or forth world war
are nearly starting
or ending
like love bleed from our humanity
or our love return to paradise
unthinkable nightmare can not happen in the
heart of heaven ?
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 6:54 PM UTC
PRIME OF FIRE. RESORT
Last night the Moon was still rises
That is silver cord
And I wake up and the station of London Eve
In my dream
with glory
Venus . But love
driving all burning love and you looking at the mirror of passion
are we forget the Greece birth
Damascus at night
where
I CAN SAY NOT WELCOME TO ATLANTIC ARMIES
for ever and ever and ever
like the waves dancing with beauty land
The Earth waiting my Lady love
through all life
and passionate kisses
home for love and home for deep passion
CAN I LOVE YOU ??
FOR EVER and ever
THE SECOND PART OF ANY SPRING
love wealth flower in your cedars and pines
are we do love over do
new for modern times
out Jupiter
Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 7:28 AM UTC
Welcome in the flowers house
you can feel by sunrise
Lovers cross liberty through light of music
Are labor class fight the lost Philosopher news by
Strike classes of rambler plants
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 5:47 PM UTC
SO I NEED
WORLD OF LOVERS for more pleasure
PARIS IN LOVE
OR
LONDON OUT SECOND WORLD WAR yes I love London City
A step by the steps
SOME THING about true life
of
peace
and
you
all
woman
in ART OF LOVE
lovers
THE LAND OF KING JAMES
SONG FOR WASTE LAND OR IN A STATION OF PARADISE LOST
AND THIRD WORLD WAR BY new dark ages
wael moreicheh
December 19TH 2010
Dec 17, 2010
Dec 17, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
How the moon in November
Lovely at midnight
when the sun walk around phoenix
and Quatum Theory look at
A monarch of Apollo
In the Down cities
when snow painting king of gods
O' London city
city of love & November time of love
O ' love where's my female study in home
Queen hugs and sweet kisses
like
wild doe
wild
Europe
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 5:10 PM UTC
War of beauty , War of aesthetics
For love
and hidden heaven
beauty for all seas and seasons
dance with civilization for love and oceans
crush and vanish our civilization
just for economic fall down in few heavens of poor classes
and war of aesthetics like savage flowers
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 5:07 AM UTC
ART OF LOVE AND A LADY
WHEN YOU LOVE SOME LADY OR ALL LADIES ON THE EARTH
ARE YOU CAN .. REACH END OF LOVE
WHEN THERE NO END
ARE YOU CAN CHANGE BLUE-RED BLOOD
AND STRIKE THE OCEAN'S SONG BY TOUCH OF NEW YORK DAYS
AND BOLD light FOR FREEDOM
WAEL MOREICHEH
21SEPTEMBER2010
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC
LOVE IN THE TIME OF WARS
Most of people can feel by tender love
And some of them fight and fight and fight for art of love
I and me and my self fight just for life at all
Without hope by survival humanity
WAEL MOREICHEH
POET
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 3:55 PM UTC