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It's your gift ...

would you accept a gift ...
it's a red gift ...
stay between a ribs ..
beats with a nicely music ...
it beats ...
sings as a song ...
with your name ...
it's there ...
inside me ...
would you ...
accept my heart ...

it's the heart ...
heart of me ...
hidden for all ...
no one can see ...
except you ...
and only it ...
belongs for you ...
because it's you ...
and only you  ...
who you deserve ...
this gift ...
which it ...
part of me ...

would you accept my heart ...

hazem al ...
Your name ...

is still hanging ...
between my lips ...
since the morning start ...
while i'm sipping ...
the first sip of my coffee ...
to give me it's delicious ...
with every sip ...
because of your name ...
and the beauty of your face ...
which it drawn ...
onto the cup of my coffee ...
to made me take more sips ...
to keep kissing this sweet face ...
until the last sips ...
with my all lust desires ...
to get you so deep inside me ...
while i'm sipping you all ...
to get my revive ...
and to start the morning ...
a fresh morning ...
only with you ...
to let my letters ...
and my all words ...
runs for a new poetry ...
to be created ...
because of your name ...
which it always hanging ...
between my lips ...

good morning ...

hazem al ...
Your name ...

i wrote your name ...
on the edge of the river ...
to let every one ...
see your name ...
that you are my lover ...

i wrote your name there ...
wrote it ...
with a heart's draw ...
heart of mine ...
and asked the river ...
asked it ...
to run speedy ...
with all flowers ...
to where you there ...
to let you know ...
and feel ...
how madly i am ...
about you ...
my sweet lover ...

i wrote ...
i still writing ...
and will keep do ...
your name ...
with my all poems ...

hazem al ..
Your breast ...

is this a breast , Madam ...
or it is a cluster ...
from a bunch of grapes ...
flowing with longing ...
to a mouth ...
that exhausted by thirst ...
longs to it's honey ...
as a bee always longs ...
to get refresh ...
inside the soul ...
from the cluster ...
of this breast ...
your breast sweetheart ...

then she said ...
yes it is ...
it's yours ...
this breast ...
it's a sweet one ...
as an apple swollen ...
drown with beautiful image ...
inside it for you ...
a tasty sweet charm wine ...
for no one created ...
created just for you ...
to enjoy this breast of mine ...

then she said again ...
come for me ...
come to my sweet breast ...
get whatever you pleased ...
from it's wine ...
with a beautiful kisses ...
until you get drunk ...
of my tasty wine ...
and keep all the night do ...
with a lot of kisses ...

it's yours ...
those ******* ...
keep me enjoying ...
your kisses ...

hazem al ...
Draw your face ...

asked my pen ...
to draw your face...
could you do ...
how could it draw you...
your face ...
by words ...
could it be ...
could my pen ,do ...
to draw this charming face ...
how could it can ...
to draw yours eyes ...
which it more deep than a seas ...
and all oceans ...

and what about those lips ...
which they as a beautiful rose ...
into a heart's garden of this face ,,,

my pen got wordless for a while ...
and shyly answered ...
really i wish to do ...
but my ink ...
Failed to draw this beauty face ...

hazem al ...
Path Humble Apr 4
”against your will were you created,
against your will were you born,
against your will do you live,
against your will will you die, and
against your will will you stand in judgment before the
King of kings, the Holy One, blessed be He.”

Rabbi Elazar HaKappar (C.170 - C.200 CE)
(Ha Kappar: the one who made and gave atonement)

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in these, the years of my erosive declination,
when the noble prize, time for introspection,
once was a chore of delaying, now no longer can be off-put,
the certainties of Elazar, offer guidable satisfactions


the nighttime review, resurrecting my life, the gaps,
the untaken actions, those dream-schemes speak loudest,
memories of what should have been, are a litany of what ifs,
prosecutorial accusations of crass wastage


against my will, the charges brought,
against my will, plead guiltily my innocence,
against my will, knowingly, time’s erasure judgment,
secures my fate, all the granular cells causal dissipation


my warped willingness to be a coward,
it was my meditative, to natural be the lesser man,
choosing the safety premise, the road most oft trod,
the addition of my meager totality, willing given


Even if all these land mine/roadblocks
and summary judgements are against my will,
willingly do I confess, in all innocence, my guilt,
“if it be my will”
You attack my heart
With honey
Eye
I lose it
and ask where?
Do you go

I have ne attract
Except my faith
I steel; your heart
Only with me

Return my heart
I will do
Draw , draw
one feels ne can overlap and beat any one. but one can occupy the important thing. heart
everything passes good
every thing will be good
when you only look
with your shine good
and attractive carrying every atom
in every heart of the solid mount
to be soil and go as fluid

want no which is that?
your heart
good thing will pass good when you look at
Your charming perfume ..
sneaked into me  ...
within my soul ...
took me ...
out of nowhere ...
where i don't know
to no where  ...
there ...
where are you  ...
where always ...
my soul roams for you ...
to play with my breaths ...
hymns of love ...
to sing it ...
with my mind ...
as love song ...
sings with your name ...
to fly so high ...
while singing  your name ...
to break up ...
the distance ...
between us ...
to be with you ...
inside your nest's heart ...
there where could you be ...

your charming perfume ...
is always ...
my pathway ...
where i get you ...

hazem al ..
Mizuki Mysa Mar 24
ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴊᴜᴍᴘꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴜꜱ

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The night when I closed my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar face. Puffy eyes, it never lies filled with dread, I wonder what happened.

The day when I walked down the street, I got bumped into you. Bright eyes, there's something that hides. You smiled and with a blink of an eye, this heart of mine seems to lose its control. I fall into pieces with your flowering smile. It was the best thing I've seen in my whole life. Your voice― whenever it calls my name, it creates an alluring melody that is pleasant to hear. You're perfectly imperfectly fine.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙.

As days has passed, this world turns cold than ever. Things getting worst, uncontrollable, and unstable. Storm is getting stronger, but I am more now stronger than before.

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚.

It really breaks me when I found you crying inside of this empty room. But hey, you have my hand when your skies turned to gray. Life may be full of uncertainties, but I will prove to you that my love is certain without any trace of deceit.

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮.

This hand of mine will hold you until you feel okay. I will wipe your tears, you can lean on me everytime you fear. Promise me you will never walk away from me.

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮.

Use me as you will, do what you want until you're healed. Just don't throw me away.

𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡.

I will lift you up when you feel like you're giving up.
If saving you will cost my life,
I'm content enough to be your guardian angel.

― Mizuki
This piece was inspired by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus', Your Guardian Angel. Credits to some lines that I used.
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