There's end to every storm,
If you believe and keep hope alive

Like I didn't know what's gonna happen
i bought her a book
Instead of that wine

Curious! So she came over
I waited for that wine, you know!

I preferred when you get lost in words
the way you stare and pay attention
like it's your story
or maybe someday our story

us meeting
maybe it wasn't a coincidence,
when you came into my life
you became a part of my story

a glass of wine
while we watch the sun set
as our story continues

Some journeys needs to be walked alone

If I make it to ramadhan
I'll pray for peace and stability of this planet

with so much devotion
I'll ask God to guide us from the delusions of this earth

I'll pray for guidance
more knowledge and wisdom

Insha Allah i will pray and weep dearly for our sins and the sad state that the humanity has succumbed to

I will seek his love
not his anger and wrath
I will seek his forgiveness and mercy with so much humility and tranquility

may he guide us to the right path
may our hearts grow tender and full of love for God/Allah

Nostalgic** of those days when I had a dream. When I walked down the streets and hoped someday I'll be free

Fate I wish I had a peek at you, I'd accept you and put hold to my illusions. The ones I dared to call dreams

but now, am feeble
I just want to be alive

this world is savage
it'll dice your hopes and hold you hostage
my heart weeps for you

the stabbed wounds and the vocals that I offered against malice has left me broken and lonely

I'm perplexed by how we hide our strengths in the shadows

We've been offered cheap thrills at the expense of our sanity

I'm pondering on the pounds that were accepted,
in order for us to be pounded

bruises and suffering is all we get
is our existence that invalid?

Maybe I'll exhibit an ounce of satisfaction
When I see your heart fumbling on the floor,
On account of all the pain and sorrow it caused

No
Your burden doesn't turn you into a Saint
And no
You will not cloak yourself on hope
You'll not shade the bitterness that comes with hate
you will long for and sail on dejection,
Always looking on dreadfulness of your past tales

Dry your eyes
am talking to you
As days bleed into years
you'll soak up a great deal of agony
your life will be on a constant loop of despair

And then
Only then
You will remember this poem

Fame
Money, exaction of reality

life, envying their dreams!! perfections

existence full of theories and vexation

this is my perception

like a beautiful lie theirs no affection

always dreaming the same things, there's no end to this circulations

a nightmare, no strength for confrontation

sometimes the thoughts are good but no relations

always sweating, trying to make this icicles

double checking, mixed up, confused with this feelings of  ambiguation

when will this end, illusions

I was here
When you wrote a fully encrypted poem
Words wrapped in heavy firewalls
Decryption code hidden in time
Looping through ages of wisdom

Greek written in plain English
that's what ordinary us see
Codes that can't be deciphered
alluded as metaphors.
and nooo
don't get me started on syllables
Or they call them enigma these days

Those woven words
Those written graphical contents leave us in awe
Only the 5th generation circuits gets it
the softwares involved are not for the average minds
Only a high speed drive would comprehend the contents

No petty malware would Penetrate through those walls
Only a malware with enviable skills
Ones that would suffocate and annihilate
Re program the chess board to its advantage
Inciting the readers that they understand the depth  of that poem

He loved her more than life

It's safe to say that I have grown out of this imaginary world
I've accepted to fight this battle and ran away from this illusions

Life is a gamble but death is certain

Am a man of many faces
but today I choose to be courageous

                        humbled despite my venomous thoughts
I choose to rise above and be that hero you think I am  

I've been a tenant of hopelessness
today I dare to be happy and take a leap of faith
today I vacate this home of frawn, misfortune and puppetry

I choose to be me

I have been in a coffin
trying to forget my sad days behind

I've been on a cliff
trying to jump my way to freedom

I have been a poet
trying to write my days away

I have been an orphan
trying to run from winter of no mercy

I have been a killer
found it soothing to drink warm blood from her veins

I have been a shooter
a fearless monster

I have been a keeper
trying to cherish the pain and void that kept me going

So what
If you had your heart punched out
I know
It may have been too drastic
But still, call it love for a change

You see them partying
dancing and
enjoying

then you think to yourself
let me  join

not knowing your joining
the circle of regret

Maybe am in ruins and lost
trying to get you at all cost
with this broken
and burdened heart

I was never your ghost
but the idea of you, me, just us
i love it most

We go places
Chasing the world at a slower pace
With daring dreams that are bigger than palaces
Spreading romance  
In Paris and Venice


In my book I seek Solace
From drudgery and the malice
From beings with less mentality of peace
From creatures who's been reduced to a pomace


In my  book am a believer
Forever I will love God and his grace
His mercy, blessings despite my constant mess
In my uncertain destiny I found a chance

In my book I poured my pieces
When I reminisced on my scathing heart that left a big scar
When I was a prisoner of love,  torn and filled with stitches
when I dragged my soul through thorns
When I was reduced to a speck of hope

°*There is a clear line between right and blur
I don't know which one is wrong
but
since you've been gone
I've been hanging on
a thread of lost ghost

Kimberly
that's a beautiful name
but
with you
I kept  acing mistakes

I've never actually been in a club

This is my first experience, and I believe the noise is too much for anyone who wants to keep their sanity intact
Where is the fun in loosing your eardrums?

Please someone enlighten

..
     ..
..

She carries her burdened smile
..
everywhere she goes
..
begging for kindness
                  .
everyday of her   .     days
                                       .
                                                .
Shelter her today                              .
                                                                ­      .
For your tomorrow might be heavier                   .
                                                                ­        .
Forget the hate                                        .
                                                           .
And be her angel                       .
                                            .
Offering better days   .
                            
ahead         






.

Thus your life is stuck with many dreaded thoughts

But a promise of hope isn't fading

It shouldn't

This is what life is
a scented flower but venomous

I was told your fate is in your own hand
But again I was taught that my fate is in God's hands

Some days I get it
other days I don't

But I do get hope
After all its the only thing I do get

Why am I good at giving advice than I can't keep

Whispers (Don't fall in love, your not ready)

but here I am secretly in ruins

"It's a robbery",a top policeman says on my car radio,and reassures folks that this will be over preety quick.

I step on it.man,it is the longest 30minute drive of my life.

"My wife and daughter are in there," I plead with the soldiers in the din of gunfire

"Baby pick it up" I whisper countless times,holding my phone to my ear. I punch redial. Nobody answers.

I am John Doe.husband.father.freaked out.

I am not a curious onlooker. My two reasons for breathing are in there. I will camp here as long as it takes.

my wife and daughter need me.

I am John Doe. Son.brother.Believer.Praying for a miracle

I have not eaten for two straight days. I cannot. No father can stuff while his two sweetest things are eating the bread of sorrow

My daughters babyish innocence will make my wife stronger.I am convinced

My little girl had the Arsenal "love" to turn terrorist into evangelists.

We are all Jane,John Doe's.affected. broken. Shaken.Trying to live.exist

The silent,unsmiling face stares at me

father sat there
and me
across the table

We stared each other
blankly stared at each other

a thought crossed
should i say hi
should I say bye
maybe I should just cough

14 minutes 10 seconds
that's how long we've been having these conversation
of blank words

14 minutes 55 sec
you stood up
one hand  in your pocket

then you concluded
our 15 minutes conversation
your daring

that's it
you walked out

Our 15 min,wait
Our 15 centuries conversation
is over

Ever thought what's like to lose the rest of your life in a second
in a blink of an eye

Your twelve year old relationship gone with the wind
your wife is now somebody's wife,happily married for 5years

Your eleven year old kid
now a fully 'bass' teenager

your grandma
she's been dead for almost a decade

how could you know any of this
you couldn't
you just blinked and its ten years later

Your not part of present at all
you're the past
you've always been the past

Sometimes my thoughts exhaust me
Thinking, can be Crippling
Alwys analyzing different veriation of a possible outcome

Trying to figure out logic
In words spoken
Words thought

Trying to understand
The meaning of reason
Behind a speck
of an idea
Or sometimes a wish not processed

All this in the name of sanity
While deciphering the insanity
In the sanity we enjoy

Sometimes I feel like a memory
Of a person
like I have been lived before
Broken before
Devoured and scattered
In all corners of the Earth
Like am a voyager with a broken compass

Sometimes I feel like am too small
the world is too big
and I, an insignificant being
no relevance to anything that matter

Sometimes I feel like
I should go out and scream
Let go of this attachment called being  human
Cry a little
And die a little
Embrace pain and love
Embrace death and hope
Embrace belief and hate
Embrace nothing and something

I hate you
You only think about yourself
Whatever you do, you do it for yourself
You are a selfish egomaniac *****
I'd rather........

Selfish you say (she interrupts)
Hate you say (furious)
For the love I've shown you isn't enough, what would be
you have no heart
Your soul reeks of despair
What would a  cremated heart know of love?

What a hypocrite you are
throwing blames whilst knowing
you've forsake our love
I loath the years I've wasted on your compulsion
being enslaved to your beauty
how I longed to taste your lips
Dear God, if I could just meek at my future
and see the monster that had enchanted me**

Because of you
We built our relationship on a fragile glass
I warned you ( talking to her heart)
Never to fall in love
now your in pieces ( tears)
I never wanted any of this
When did love become this bitter!

I wanna write a poem that is thunderous
'to show that this lion can definitely roar'

I wanna write a poem that will leave you gaping 'no,he didn't just write that'

I wanna write a poem that explains the reason for my existence

I wanna write a poem about earth
'how its beauty extends from the sky to the land and blue seas

I wanna write a poem that is priceless
'you like it ,reread it,and probably fall in love with it

I wanna write a poem about her
'her beauty is enough to drive you insane

I wanna write a poem about your atrocities
infidels and your toxic relationship

I wanna write a poem that is simple

I wanna write a poem that values love
'explain why true love grows on the basis of mutual respect and reciprocity

I wanna write a poem about who I am

I wanna write a poem of us
'how magical and beautiful our love was

I wanna write a poem that flows like energy

I wanna write a poem about forgiveness
'anger malice and hate shouldn't be your daily meal'

I wanna write a poem about poets
'your brains are vast'

I wanna write a poem that draws wisdom from all cultures

I hate this world, the more I am in it, the more I feel the need to look for a way out.

But that is no way to go for a man as great as I, I will wait and see what fate has in store for me.

When the world wakes up in the morning, the first thing they see is the beautiful sunrise.

They feel the warm rays on their face and breath in the fresh air.

When I wake up in the morning, I just feel the weight of my existence pressing me.

Pulling, pulling and pulling and I am afraid, for the time will come when there's nothing left to pull.

So tell me is that a way for a man as great as I to live?

Am having conflict with truth

The truth ain't something you want in your conscious

like a ******

The murderer feels relief
the victim terrorised him
so slicing her neck was like listening to a cool beat put together and the music is just perfect

or she just end up crying like a lost kitten
you didn't mean it
but it just happened
you feel lost
and your ghosts flash right in front of you

It doesn't really set you free

It puts you in a comma
the rest is up to you
whether you fight or just drown

Pride is the sin of all sins

I was a preacher  in a church
and i fell in love with your mother
then came the excommunication

I betrayed my vows
I betrayed my own brothers

she said
women speak 7000 words a day
but couldn't find perfect words for me

so we went under
the house of bones
and there
I was told
ghost stories

This world is a smoke, that refuses to ignite
constantly on a verger of damnation
a fate  bitter, even in thoughts 'it frightens  

Your father was once enticed in its  illusions
an aching experience
that he carries around  like his Shadow

Don't fall into traps of a fairytale
Indeed they allude the bare truth
That is forever hidden  in plain sight

if need be
Speak your truth, but quietly
with all its troubles
it is still a beautiful world