When the Name became part of A Life!

When every letter of your name represents a Mystery you are Living!



Then...



Write your Name with Letters can be seen by Souls...

Write your Letters with that Spirit of who will fight for you....

Make your Name be part of you!



Live your Name.... Live your Right!

Mike D 5d

Alone center-stage I stand at the mic
Overwhelmed by the fear I tremble in fright
Words form in my mind but my lips will not speak
Desperately I feign strength so they do not see me as meek

Stumbling and bumbling through the words as I go
Laughing nervously from those in the know
Was I willed upon stage or did I go willingly?
Clouded with ambiguity it’s not easy to see

Its origins mean nothing, in the end it’s the same
Alone here I stand a self-given gift of pain
In an attempt to head off what I thought was inevitable
Self-fulfilling the prophecy by creating the show

The court jester for all, my payment in laughs
I disgrace and degrade making myself the ass
The lies that are told are like boomerangs thrown
I cast them about but returning back home

For me all along they were created in my mind
Distractions and shields for the situation in which I find
I am in only because I have put myself here
A little coercion on their part touching my fear
Cast in the production of our never ending show
The same horse in a carousel, round and round we go

No matter how much I try, I am given the same part
Mutually we agree without words spoken like art
Different personas I practice along with new lines
Reciting new words while simultaneously I bind
Myself to the old, the familiar, the known
Without conscious or thought this role I will hone

I am ever perfecting my place in the play
Outer shell running chaotically but inside this path I’ll stay
Recreating the same story it’s ending well known
A failure. A loser. A man without home

Satan himself could not create a better Hell
Diving head first into the fire that I know so well
I try to pull at the wheel but the tires stay straight
Guiding me into my inevitable fate

I can stand up and fight or go with the flow
But no level of resistance will change this show
So I put on a smile sitting in the hand-basket
What seemed like comedy is a play that is tragic

Written - December 9, 2017

All rights reserved.
L M Biese Dec 2017

I walked alone down my road of broken pieces and I felt stable.
You joined my side and things were just a bit warmer.
I saw you lurch toward the abyss, and I tried to catch you.
You came back, shaken and scared, but still safe.
I held you, afraid to lose you, who meant so much to me.
But the abyss called you, and there was nothing that I could do.

I walk alone down my road of broken pieces and I am empty.
My sides are cold with the wind, howling through my thoughts.
I stumble toward the abyss, and there’s no one to catch me.
I make no sound, but I fall away from everything that once was.
I spread my arms, glad to leave nothing behind.

A blank space or missing part

A man was there; but nobody could see him,
He's hiding behind the door; searching for the key and slowly moving his limb.

His voice couldn't be heard; and his presence couldn't be felt,
He tried to get attention at woman; but his confidence did melt.

All he ever wanted; was to be and feel a part,
Of the people around him; to know how to heal his broken heart.

But nobody even noticed, nobody helped; and he always was there every single day,
Trying to be a better person, trying to summon up the courage; to say the words he'd like to say.

As his mouth opened; nothing would come out,
Trapped upon the tongue again; depart in a state of self doubt.

The man just vanished; like a ghost who's slipped away,
Without a single sound; depart to yearn for another day.

All he ever wanted was to be; noticed, part of the world and people,
But instead they just ignored him; and realize that he's not approachable.

Diána Bósa Nov 2017

In this midheaven of demigods.
beneath this semidetached shelter
of semi-manufactured souls.
apart from the half-hearted's dimidiate
the bright-half departs
for dovetailing all of our halves.

Muneer Nov 2017

You are a gem among the souls
Polished to sharp edges
Radiating spectrum of colors when held
A smile of the morning sun
Stretching around your simple creation
Stops time in its track
Lips of heavenly clouds
Stained my heart in a single kiss
Eyes of cocoa dream
Dancing to imaginary tunes
Drowning the roars of the ocean around
People speculating insanity
But for me
An addiction unlike other
A heart that leaves even the saints envious
Look at what you have made
What you are
What you hold
A life
Of unmade bed
And adorable pups
Filled with passion
For chocolates
And lust for adventures
Pay no heed to the whispers
That haunt your ears
For they are just jealous
Of what you have
And what they don't
A beautful life,
Of your making.
- ©M

Eliah SolRae Nov 2017

We were told to get in line, a somber black line.
A line that snaked on. It was a snake that ate time.
All around is foreign tongue,
Behind me someone sang…

I am pinched, prodded, and shouted at
I try to explain, I am pinned with papers of foreign tongue.
Finally I get my stamp, it to much I leave…

I climb into a booth,
Above is a beautiful balloon.
The booth sprouts wings and floats up.

I float over the beautiful city,
Over the two men grasping hands.
I float through time and space, to a new place

I Arrive
The tongue is harsher, the accent stronger.
It is asif I am a man on an alien planet.
I look for help, a room to stay.

A friendly face a helping hand guides the way.
When I arrive a new animal jumps out,
I jump.

I get a room,
I open my trunk and pull out the picture of us three,
You our daughter and me. I think about you every day.

I look up and see birds,
origami birds...
I climb in bed and fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning I wake and see one,
of the creatures, I jump, it jumps.
And scurries out the window, into the arrival.

I travel the city and look,
I bought a map, it was as clear as code.
I was in a crowd, it winded to and fro, it flowed.

I climbed on a float boat,
And met a young lady, of my tongue,
Of the land of the dragon tails…

She told me a story,
Her story…
It all started one day with a forbidden book.

This part II of the arrival, based on the book by Shaun Tan
Kaye I Nov 2017

she's a song
you'll never hear
because you never listened.

hazem al jaber Oct 2017

The main part of me ...

do you know ....
do you feel ...
do you realize ...
did you got ...
how much i love you ...
wish you do ....
wish you realize ...
how much i adore you ...
sweetheart...
i know ...
that i love you ...
and have no power ...
ever to forget you ...
because ...
i got thousand reasons ...
to keep you so deep inside ...
and the mainly reason is...
just i love you ...
because since that time...
which i saw you ...
the whole world smiled ...
smiled to me ...
gave me another happiness ...
that i never felt before ...
felt that i owned the world ...
and all happiness in this world ...
between my hands ...
and so deep inside the heart ...
that's all because i loved you ...
and still keeping your love ...
with me with so many years ...
with no give up ...
with no bore ...
do you know why ...
because you always with me ...
live with me with every second ...
with every breathe i breathe ...
until you became a part of me ...
the main part of me ...
that makes me alive ...
and gave a happiness to my souls ...
it's the main part ...
which we call it heart...
yes my sweetheart ...
you are the the heart to my body ...
as you are the soul to my life all ...

sweet mainly part of me ...
do you know now ...
how much i adore you ...
and how much you mean ...
for me and for the body of me ...
for my heart ...
which it's you ...

so please sweetheart ...
please feel me more ...
and never kill me again ...
just keep feeling me ...
and take care of my heart ...

hazem al ...

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