"khalil" poems
"Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you nowhere
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time, yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn't live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you,
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability,
but you are able for you are not half a being.
You are a whole that exists to live a life,
not half a life."
--Khalil Gibran
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
You texted me a hello and a Happy New Year
You asked how I was doing and I responded “Doing Well”
I returned your question of “How are you doing”
I followed after with “Did you have a good New Year’s Eve”
You kept your responses simple and vague
You left my second question hanging by only answering with
‘Working a lot’ and stating how happy you were to hear I was doing well
Your short, simple responses gave nothing away
About what has occurred in your life
Since the last time we had a willing and connected conversation
The way you responded left me to wonder
The reason why you contacted me
Your distant responses made it very clear
That this would be the last time you and I would ever talk
This is the end of the two of us
The end of you and I
The end of any possibility of you and I being one
As I quietly sit in the Marketing Room
Thinking about the obvious next step
I waiver on my decision to delete your number off my Blackberry forever
I questioned whether I would regret this decision
Then an old quote by Khalil Gibran came to me:
“If you love somebody let them go, for if they return, they were always yours.
And if they don’t, they never were.”
Believing the truth behind his words,
I proceeded to clearing our messages
And deleting your number off my phone
Until next time..
If there is one..
Only time will tell..
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
Waiting for him,
Was like a,
Mindless abyss.
I thought,
This time I should give it a shot.
Add plus venture,
Into a realm full with pleasures of flesh.
Rather waiting to lie in sepulcher.
Thence came the wooers,
On horses, chariots, planes and cars,
Courted me to the foreign lands of brand new emotions.
Greasy, exotic, curious and even obscure ,
To satiate my hunger,
They poured,
And I sinfully devoured.
Ooooh!
A whip here.
Ouuch!
A tickle there.
Aahhhhh!!
The sheer unfolding of their classy work.
Every night lusciously they came,
Wrapped me in an awe of satire, skepticism and imagination,
Not to say of the bruises they gave,
Tears I shed of Anger,Pain ,Love and Hate.
Still I followed them blindly and agape,
Because a new world in me was taking shape.
Of Shakespeare, Freud, Tolstoy, Eliot, Byron, Wordsworth and my then fav,
the great Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
A medley of fantasy, fact-fiction, comedy, realism and romance.
Oh!
What not I chanced upon.
All emphasizing emotion, imagination, scientific and natural thought.
There was no stopping of these gnawing hunger pangs,
None lasted more than a one night stand.
The foolish me, unaware, cascaded in the fatal encounters,
Not knowing the pangs are of soul to reach the supreme ******
Thence came a Seer
The Prophet,
The Wanderer,
The Forerunner,
It was as if he can rip me with his thoughts,
And see my soul through that tear…..
I distinctly remember that divine night,
The moment I held him in my desirous hands,
I was no more in dual fight.
Things started falling into place,
Was no more in that abysmal space.
Still I would say,
It’s a current phase.
This soon would also evade.
New Lover ,
For every new night…
To cut a long story short,
Just so,
Because of your low attention span,
The lover, the poet , the wooer
Was the great
Khalil Gibran.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
Lisa Nelle
had two names
like a pornstar.
She'd put her makeup on and stick all this blackness on
under her eyes
like she was holding night
in bags.
We watched Hey Arnold! DVDs at five in the morning,
and smoked the whole place up.
Sometimes her and Alexis would go in the back room.
Alexis never liked me.
Lisa Nelle had this way of looking at you
where she'd take her eyes
and she'd work her way
down to your stomach.
She could find a star in my intestines,
a dwarf light could warble in my stomach
and she'd see it through my belly button.
She'd pull it out
wings and all
and tell me
that Khalil knew the answers.
Out of this two-ton purse she carried around,
she'd whip out a compilation of Khalil Gibran.
One time she told me how her father
used to pull her hair
and thighs.
She didn't say anything about it again.
When we tripped shrooms,
she took my hands and put them on her neck
and asked me to feel for the nebulas
underneath her skin.
When I read
some of the stuff you send me,
the emails,
texts
or poems,
I can't help but wonder how many words
I now know as a result of you
that I wouldn't know
if I hadn't been looking
around for bud
and someone I knew
that
knew you.
I'm sorry Lisa Nelle,
that things didn't work out with you and Alexis
when they did
with you
and
Sabrosa.
Sometimes I hate myself too.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility." - Khalil Gibran
That quote inspired what I wrote because pain is a constant in this cruel world
And in all reality our pain is inspired by the struggles we've gone through, so it may not be easy but to medicate and starting the process of healing is on you. Others may have caused what you're going through but it's up to you to make it better, because even if it's raining now there's always a chance for better weather
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
"Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal
is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn’t live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists
to live a life not half a life.”
-Khalil Gibran
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
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*Would that I could gather your houses into my hand,
and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.
Would the valleys were your streets,
and the green paths your alleys,
that you might seek one another through vineyards,
and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.
But these things are not yet to be.
In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near together.
And that fear shall endure a little longer.
A little longer shall your city walls separate your hearths
from your fields.
And tell me, people of OrphaIese, what have you in these houses?
And what is it you guard with fastened doors?
Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power?
Have you remembrances..
the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?
Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things
fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?
Tell me, have you these in your houses?
Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort,
that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest,
..and then becomes a host and then a master?
Ay, and it becomes a tamer,
and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires.
Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron.
It lulls you to sleep
only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh.
It makes mock of your sound senses,
and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul,
and then walks grinning in the funeral.
But you, children of space, you restless in rest,
you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound,
but an eyelid that guards the eye.
You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors,
nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling,
nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
And though of magnificence and splendor,
your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you
abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist,
and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.*
~ Khalil Gibran
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Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 7:17 PM UTC
He is not only my past, what I see, seeminly
la dangerous eternity
when he speaks he speaks of all antiquities
religiously
He is here with me
I'm tearin' B
I want him to be my past present and future
but I can't seem to past my past
because it speeds up fast
takes me away with one clap
hypnotized in my mind
blinded by
the near by
motions and wavelength
that surround my cloud nine
is this divine?
to feel this pain but maintain
the strength gained
with every moment passing,
with every holding string
striving to achieve higher consciousness so i can free the mindful brain
get that NOS boost to lift me from being criminally insane
Clean
like Poland spring.
Time to tame
The fiercest Beauty in the land
The evil eye has come to tear her to shreds
but she can't let that happen again
Its a time for healing,
a time for growth
pruning this rose bush once again
because I'm committed, its my oath.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
Khalil Dridi
Chwaya sabr wallah
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love of my life
just a little patience wallah
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
"i've been down a minute and i've been trying to find my way home"
everything changed. i've lost everyone. or almost. dad who used to be my adviser is away and busy and i can't upset him with my stories right now he'll get worried about me and he and mom are don't need anymore trouble right now. i may have to change schools for my own sake but i don't want to leave the one im already in. it's a hard thing to explain but my school is my environment that ******* place ***** you in with all these cliques and groupes and "friends" it's where i belong and don't belong at the same. i want to stay close to chalbi he's kind of a piece of sanity in that crazy ******** am i in love with him? or am i trying to make myself believe that because khalil is gone and i don't have anybody to love now? what about bahe? he loves me. what the **** is wrong with me? i want someone i can love and who doesnt love me back! what the **** i am ****** up n im sick of it and i wish people would give me a break. its either stay in the **** hole of a school with all the fake ******* and old friends and uncomfort but be at home or start off fresh in a new place and work hard because if i dont step up my game at school for this year and the next im for sure ****** but close to chalbi.....
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
It is Saturday 9th July,
She, being the strong willed one
Picked him up and said hi
Let's go for a walk, it'll be fun
She drove around for a while
Untill they found a perfect place
An ancient woodland that made her smile
And turned to the man that made her heart race
They walked along the windy path
Laughing and joking as they often did
Finally he turns to her and makes a solemn oath
That one day she would be the mother to his kid
She often did that, deny those strong feeling she held for him
Because somehow it doesn't feel right,
But that was the day she indulged her every whim
And told him he nicest and the greatest
The was the day they admitted how they felt for one another
When he got on one knee to propose
When they knew together one day they would be mother and father
This was the love she felt from her heart, to her stomach, her weak knees and her toes
That's the thing about a love like this,
It creeps into your heart so slowly but surely
Before you'd even think about that first kiss
You'll notice how his man was full of chivalry
This is the man that would treat you with kindness and love
Who would lay awake and watch you sleep
Who's lips would fit yours like a well made glove
Who would only bring you sadness if he left this world, that would make you weep
I miss this man from the bottom of my heart
I often lay away and ponder about all the moments that could've been
Why my chest is empty with a beat that will no longer start
Unable to fall asleep has become my regular routine
My heart aches so so much, I can't even relay this into words
I cry a river inside my soul
But a single tear has not escaped
Unlike the caged birds
Of whom this was their only goal
It was the 7th of July when I missed this meeting
And again I missed it once more
For our moments in this world were brief and fleeting
But our love story will every book store
Khalil Gibran said it best ' love not knows it's death till it's hour of seperation'
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
"Faith is an oasis in the heart
which can never be reached by
the caravans of thinking."
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
SORROW
Is
Just
A wall
Between two gardens.
Khalil Gibran.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
Jubran Khalil Jubran died in New York, New York on this day in 1931 (aged 48).
"For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.' Thus I became a madman."
--from THE MADMAN (1918) by Khalil Gibran
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of the love is lost.
-Khalil Gibran
They were just empty words
not promises.
The meaning behind your words
was lost somewhere
between your fear
and my ignorance.
You eventually forgot to say
that I have to solve the puzzle
to get to the meaning
for I am a lazy one
and what you said
was what I heard.
What I said
was full with my feelings.
My words were straight
but you were looking
for deeper meaning
and that’s when I lost too
when my words were not enough
for you to understand
what I was saying.
You meant you love me and I meant the same. But now our miscommunication has led to this lost love.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC