It's difficult not to pick a flower or                                                                          A rose to those whom you are in love with ...                                                        There are many pretty flowers and many                                                           Wonderful roses that are waiting for you eagerly ...                                             Flowers-free life is meaningless and even absurd                                                  Simply because all pretty flowers need those people                                             Who deserve them anytime,anywhere,and even everywhere .                          ___________________­

Not a single word can be forgiven                                                                          If it means abuse to others ...                                                                                   Our pretty words must be like                                                                                Our pretty flowers which we pick them                                                                To our loved-ones anytime ...                                                                                  If we don't watch what we say ,then                                                                      Harsh criticism will be available ...                                                                         Our words must match our deeds or                                                                      Others will look at us disdainfully anytime ...                                                        ___________________­_

To our eyes ,                                                                                                              That is ,                                                                                                                      What we are able to see                                                                                           Is called that endless horizon ...                                                                               One's horizon is what one is                                                                                    Able to see or to think ...                                                                                          Everyone and everything have                                                                               Their own horizons,so                                                                                              What's your horizon's limit in life ?

Love falls at any war                                                                                                Simply because all wars ignore love                                                                       And they replace it for hatred only ...                                                                     The mind's sound shuts down                                                                                 When a war breaks out ...                                                                                        We all become any wars' victims ...                                                                        Arms' factories get richer and                                                                                 Arms-traders get wealthy ...                                                                                    All wars are ugly ...                                                                                                   I do not like Wars anytime,anywhere,and everywhere ...                                              ___________________­_

يأتي الربيع ضاحكا و مبتسما                                                                                                و جميلا و رائعا و بهيا و كل شيء فيه                                                                                    يدل عليه ...                                                                                                                     انه ابداع الله على كوكبنا الجميل ...                                                                                         ان الله جميل و يحب الجمال ...                                                                                              اعيننا تقرأ كل معاني الربيع                                                                                                 الموجودة امامها ...                                                                                                            من يرى ليس                                                                                                                   كمن يسمع ...                                                                                                                   انه الربيع الجميل بيننا ...                                                                                             ____________________

I saw a bird on an electric pole
She chirps and looks at me
Like she's saying comprendo?

Then I try to make friends with her
But she twists her head
Like she's saying Me, You, Friends?
No way!!!

                                                      She looks down at me
                                       Up at her friends
                      And without a goodbye
           She spread her tiny wings
And off she went

Palms on the ground
     Sweat dripping down I know this is it
Never or now
                 Time's slowed to a drip
    I can hear laughter
     Such an overwhelming sound
    They won't laugh after
         I pick up this gun
    Life's had its run but now I'm done
          My mind has been won
    By depression and corruption
    Repression and reduction
        I've come to know and hate
      This bed that I woke up in
            Makes me wanna say **** this
        Tuck this in my backpack
And when one more ******* kid shoves me
          Then I'll attack back
      I'm tired of falling down
     Sweaty palms on the ground
          I can't take anymore
                Its never or


*RIGHT NOW!

I want to be , but ...                                                                                                  I can do a lot of things , but ...                                                                                 I would like to go forward , but ...                                                                           I am sure , but ...                                                                                                       I have a lot of buts , so                                                                                             That's the way with me ...                                                                                        They are my buts and                                                                                             Not me ...                                                                                                                  I am so sorry for all those buts                                                                               Simply because I can not get ride of them ...

اوعك تسلم رئبتك                                                                                                             لمين ما كان يكون                                                                                                             لأنو اللي بيسلم رئبتو                                                                                                         لمين من كان                                                                                                                  بيروح بشربة مي ...                                                                                                       في كتير ناس                                                                                                                 بيسلموا رئباتون                                                                                                             متل الخواريف                                                                                                               و بيروحوا بشربة مي ...                                                                                                       اوعك تسلم رئبتك                                                                                                                      لمين من كان يكون                                                                                                       لأنو هاي رئبتك                                                                                                          و ما رئبة غيرك ....                                                                                                    ___________________­

When any ugly war breaks out , then                                                                    A lot of pretty innocent people                                                                                Will be lost as an ugly outcome ...                                                                         Wars' traders don't care                                                                                           About human lives                                                                                                  Simply because they are greedy and                                                                     Coward at the same time ...                                                                                     A lot of graves are dug for those                                                                             Get perished anytime ...                                                                                             Peace is The pretty alternative to any ugly war ...                                                          Ugly wars go on endlessly ...                                                                               _____________________

I know my pain very well                                                                                        Simply because it's mine ...                                                                                      God knows our pain and                                                                                         He watches our patience ...                                                                                     We were born within those                                                                                      Circles and within those                                                                                           Squares that accompany us                                                                                    Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                                 Our pains are those doses that                                                                                Are added automatically to us                                                                           To put us on high alert in our life ...                                                                  Our patience is infinite,so                                                                                   We have no choice ,but                                                                                       To accept our pains anytime,                                                                              Anywhere and everywhere ....                                                                            ___________________­_

Poetry is art
      Poetry is visual

Poets can see the words

The way a play write
Can see the actors on stage
       with every line he writes

The way a musician
Can see the notes dance on air
       with every key she plays

The way a sculptor
Can see the final sculpture
       with every cut of their knife

The way a painter
Can see the waves of the ocean
        with every stroke of blue
                  on a blank canvas

Poetry is visual
      Poetry is art
            Poets are artists
       They write **from the heart