A kind little chat can:
Save someone’s life,
Plant a smile on their face,
Brighten their day,
Show them the way,
Soothe their pain,
Erase malicious ideas,
Consume their thoughts with inspiration,
Color them with aspirations,
Draw their soul toward a great purpose,
Unleash creativity,
Discover hidden treasures,
Caress their heart with kindness,
Awaken their soul to the call of humanity,
And open their senses to the whisper of love!

Hussein Dekmak

words drip like honey
from your chin
i lick up the syllables
that make me grin
teasing me with talk
of your favorite sins
and then making new ones
against my skin

With every word
The rush of night waves lapping across my mind
turn quiet
Your light enters the dark room of my soul
And I am redeemed

A low hum turns into a roar
whispers become chants
thunder drums beat into the heart
of all that needs telling

In a slow
carefully woven tale
An old moss-ridden porch
longs for company
in a deserted neighbourhood

A refugee
has found
Home

listen to the trees
what do they say
maybe they are whispering
the universes wishes to me

listening to the birds
what do they sing
do they sing of glory
or of sad heartfelt things

listen to the wind
who controls it all
who makes the trees whisper
and determines all the birds
listen to the wind
who has your heart captured in the moment

take a deep breath
listen to the silent world singing its loud song
that song that only you could hear in your heart
what does it say
will you listen
will you listen to it as it calls your name

the world with its drowning words
rumors spreading
and toxic thoughts corrupting
the false songs gave to you by those on top
trying to cover the beauty of the real songs

the trees whispering
the birds singing
the wind who controls it all
the universe who surly does call
the nature so silent
that its song can only reach your quiet heart

so wont you listen to the song
the song that nature has given to you
the song that ever so loudly calls your name
the true song that can only reach your heart
wont you listen to it?

the inner voice whispers,
"tell them you're struggling."
my vocal cords are warmed up,
ready to give life to the words.
but the hand over my mouth
is an impermeable barrier
set by the critical voice
that is fueled by fear.

Whisper your dreams to me
As long as it is kept
Inside my heart
You'll always have my back,
Whatever it takes.