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Why....
When ...
All  things precious are graded.

Then...
Given a chance

Wouldn't
Peace

Be Oxygen To Life
Come through with Flying Colours
Topping the Charts
Be The Opals Diamonds
And 24k Gold.
Just about anything and PEACE
My love is like a jasmine flower,
Dancing in darkness and light
Shaking the fragrance of passion.
In company, with summer
She fondles sweet dreams
Collecting them roses,
Giving them butterfly kisses

My love sleeps in a magical bed,
Woven by blue sky,
Adorned with moons and stars,
And colors of hot rumor,
All hugs her every night,
Collecting her dreams smiles,
And desire,
And plant them in my heart,
Roses of chastity,
Taking me with such a bliss
To the land of freedom and light.

Written by
Jamal Abboud
Jasmine is a symbol of his country''Syria''
Gone with the breeze
With the passing of time
Nothing but silence
Only the sound of birds.

Memories etched within my mind
As I walk along the empty field
I remember football on the green
And walking along the river Cole.

Picnics on Sunday children played.
Cheese and tomatoe sandwiches
This field was filled with family joy
Those days have come and gone.

I look around not a soul insight
Things are so differant now
All those folk have moved on
And some no longer still alive.

So in my mind lie meloncholy thoughts
Those memories come flashing by
Memories of those happy times
Now all that's left is this empty field.
I recently walked my dog across the field were I grew up.
It was the days of picnics all my memories came flashing through my mind .
What happens when
creativity takes a back seat
And management comes in between
Guiding, coordinating,
briefings, reviews
and too many meetings
With the team!

Creativity dries up
Remaining only
My team!
They work, I coordinate
They get appreciation
And I remain the head!

Questioning all of it
Do I want to be the head
Or just be more creative
As an individual aspect?
Became a Design Team head 5 months back. It is a great opportunity for me to learn how to manage a team. But also questioning. What's the use of it. Being a creative person I feel good in showing my creativity and not showing off my management skills. Confused what I want exactly! I love being creative but when comes managing a Team, whole effort goes to manage, coordinate, briefs, meeting, reviews, etc. I am only thinking how much worth it is than not getting time to be creative!!


You feel like robber
You've stolen my heart

I feel like a vault
You've deposited
Your LOVE in me

You feel like my heartbeat
You are beating within me

I feel like your voice
You rhyme love-songs through me

My eyes won't be able to
Let your colors of LOVE fade away

The rainbow of your desires
Has become a color palette on my soul

Let me drive your dreams
Let me walk your paths
Let me ride your hopes
Let me swim your oceans
Let me soar your desires

Wandered-lost in your LOVE
Even if fate pranks me
To some other roads of life
I'll find your path
With colors of your smell

Let the world disgrace me
Let the world accuse me
Even if No one supports me

I'll live on your LOVE
Like the clouds over you
If rained on your heart
I'll brighten your soul

You have become my color palette of
Your breathe & heartbeats



 Oct 2017 Mystic904
Dolly Balou
i do my thing
and you do your thing

i am not in this world to live up to your expectations
and you are not in this world to live up to mine

you are you
and i am i

and if by chance we find each other

it's beautiful
One of my favourite poems written by Fredrick S. Perls
 Oct 2017 Mystic904
Kimmie
Fool
 Oct 2017 Mystic904
Kimmie
I'm just a fool to stay
To stay with one like you
Like you who broke my heart
My heart which beats for you
 Oct 2017 Mystic904
Zkulblakazz
I want to write, but I don't know how
Nothing comes to mind, not a single word nor vowel
I look inside myself, but I cant feel a thing
Just overbearing loneliness eating me from within

So hard to write when I don't know how to feel
These wounds from the past that just wont heal
Eating me from within, torn up by guilt
Tearing down the emotional walls I've built

If people knew my secret, they'd see me as a monster
I'd lose it all, my pride and my honor
Should I just leave this world, quit while I'm ahead?
Maybe you'd all be better off if I was dead

Someone like me doesn't deserve to live
The things I've done, no one can forgive
So why am I still here? Why do I exist?
What reason is there for me to persist?
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