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WAEL MOREICHEH Aug 2010
LOVE IN THE TIME OF WARS
Most of people can feel by tender love
And some of them fight and fight and fight for art of love
I and me and my self fight just for life at all
Without  hope by survival humanity
WAEL MOREICHEH
POET
WAEL MOREICHEH Nov 2010
War of  beauty , War of aesthetics       
    For  love
and hidden heaven
beauty  for all seas and seasons
dance with civilization for love and oceans
crush and vanish our civilization
just for economic fall down in few heavens of poor classes
and war of aesthetics like savage   flowers
prime of poet and poetry
WAEL MOREICHEH Dec 2010
SO I NEED

WORLD OF LOVERS  for more pleasure

PARIS IN LOVE

OR

LONDON OUT SECOND WORLD WAR   yes I love London City

A step by  the steps


SOME THING about true life



of
peace
   and  
you

  
all

woman

in  ART OF LOVE




                                                                                   lovers

  THE  LAND OF KING JAMES




SONG FOR WASTE LAND OR IN A STATION OF PARADISE LOST
                                                                                

AND THIRD WORLD WAR BY   new dark ages



wael moreicheh
December  19TH   2010
WAEL MOREICHEH Sep 2010
ART OF LOVE AND  A LADY

WHEN YOU LOVE SOME LADY OR ALL LADIES ON THE EARTH


ARE YOU CAN  .. REACH  END OF LOVE  

WHEN THERE NO END

ARE YOU CAN CHANGE BLUE-RED  BLOOD


AND STRIKE THE OCEAN'S SONG BY TOUCH OF   NEW YORK DAYS

AND BOLD light  FOR     FREEDOM



WAEL MOREICHEH
21SEPTEMBER2010
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2017
who said i didn't like the welsh, submitting to call them by the noble name, i.e. not the welsh, but the wael?!

once upon a time we called the
welsh a lessened shh...
more: gaelic - in that we called
them the *wael
!
              and we liked calling them
the lesser principality -
             and more the:
sharpshooter dragon dippers...
   we called them among commoners,
as what kings only bereaved
not having named them prior...
and for such naming a people:
one always desired the noose -
  because the king was "bargaining"
the "role" of "undecided" -
king my ***... and twice the ***
to be spanked into attempting
         a perfecting of: toilet practice,
twice removed,
demanding guarantee from
a thrice-removed-proof-of-"uncle"?
WAEL MOREICHEH Nov 2010
How the moon in November 

     Lovely at midnight  

when the sun walk around  phoenix

and    Quatum Theory    look at

A monarch of  Apollo

In the Down cities

when snow painting king of gods

  O' London city

city of love   &    November time of love


O ' love where's   my female  study in home

Queen  hugs and sweet kisses

like  
wild doe
 wild 
 Europe
WAEL MOREICHEH Jan 2011
Welcome in  the flowers house

  you can feel by sunrise

Lovers cross liberty through light of music

Are labor class fight the lost      Philosopher     news   by

Strike    classes of rambler plants
Isaiah Johnson Nov 2014
As I let my mind wander into time, and release these binds that have me confined, I began to feel a great energy, like the sun had been compressed and put into me, and as time tic tocs and unwinds into its trail of infinity. I realize a trinity mind body soul, they burn as a whole, for the mightiest of goals. and as time unwinds it'll leave you behind. unless you get your spot in, a line of legacys never to be forgotten

Confucius, Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein, Martin Luther King Jr, George Washington, Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara, Nelson Mendala, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Steve Jobs, Stephen Hawkins, Leonardo Da Vinci, Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart, nikola tesla, Wael Ghonim, Jimi Hendrix, Joseph Stiglitz, Reed Hastings, François Rabelais, Archimedes, Sigmund Frued, Charles Darwin, Aryabhata, Bob Marley, Garrett Morgan, George Washington Carver, Aristotle, John Locke, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Plato, Galileo Galilei...and many many more...
Stand for something. Think outside the box. Evolve and express yourself. Make a difference  #STEM #LegacyToIfinity
I recite this every morning to keep me motivated and keep the big picture in mind.
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2017
what is it, gaggles, giggles, hiccups, frivolities of nonsense, you can stream me all of them to perform the rightful description - point being, like any "ally" to an idea, i move up the chain of history, beyond pole, czech, russian... there's the pearl, the oyster to attach myself into the ethnicity counter-germanic, slav, with a missing e? well, słowianin (swovianin - sw'oh-via-nin, you alright on the consonant count, brat?!) słowo = word. i could be called mad, but then i write parallel to what i see, and what i write is what happens before my eyes, obviously mismatched to say the least, and never the perfected hindenburg perfection of "waiting for it"... but this isn't a back to the future prediction of lightning either.

e-ver -
            i-ver;
  talk about a need for a grapheme...
             it's just: ha ha ha ha... funny...
     i remember this one time,
my ex-g.f. younger sister...
  the one that became my muse:
cushioning lips -
  almost ***** -
     you know: fat, plump to invite
cordiality -
                         you know the problem
with poles migrating?
  they don't congregate,
hammersmith is an exception of
an area highly concentrated by poles,
otherwise?
    a pole meets a pole in england:
what a surprise!
    i saw you buying polish beer...
  żywiec?
          a **** good beer...
                     mazo mazo mazowsze (sz = sh
cz = ch, yzwz) -
                  one hand knows:
the H catches the vowels - but it also
serves as the pivot for laughter -
  aH hA hA hA!
           batman? probably the only
"superhero" worth investigating,
   given that all the baddies are batman's
alterego...
              two-faced joking billionaire
who's enigmatic with a pet penguin to boot...
a "superhero" who's only "super power"
is a **** load of money...
and some grease in the cranium...
          really, the russians are behind all of this?!
i find that the germanic tribes of lore
can never find themselves agreed-upon
singularism of an origin -
the french will remain french,
the germans german,
       lost the spaniards -
the english were always a tad bit paddy
mongrelling themselves with celt...
                in an anglophone realm of
language -
    it's much easier to identify yourself
as a slav, than a pole, a czech, a slovak,
       a russian,
                             a bulgar,
      a roma,  
                          a croat,
                     a slovene,
     funny... it's almost desirable, to be able
to identify yourself in the most accessible
           and broadest spectrum of tattoo...
   in the end there's only western europe
   that's described as western at the limit of
berlin...
       never helsinki...
                     and my god, so much land after
berlin -
            tilting toward *anadyr
...
                        the process of subsetting in
the anglophone world -
          if only welsh and gaelic was more pronounced
in this realm,
perhaps then the english could identify themselves
along a more germanic heritage,
embrace it, and not treat their affairs
down the simpleton route of a football skirmish.
i actually can't find any "english" in all
honesty - on these isles it's easier to
name a gael and a pict, a wael too,
  but an anglican?
                what are they, really,
  anglo-swabians, anglo-saxons,
   anglo-pomeranians?
     these days you're already talking about
                            anglo-slavs & afro-saxons!    
i'd still prefer a blackbeard sharpshooter
  (3:1 mixer of *** & pepsi) -
                    or a flaky monotonous-****
cosmopolitan;
  just saying, who am i to judge,
       i once tried laughing gas -
                  and didn't even laugh -
        as always, the sometimes apparent banality
of cogito per se came up with all the necessary gags;
because it shouldn't be, the prompter of
all "necessary "gags"?
     to consider the brain as devoid of thought genesis,
since man tends to think about the entirety of
his body-geography -
     nuisance, or nuance?
                       thinking is the unnecessary
action that resolves no necessary "action" -
         it's a free-falling limb -
                whenever a prompt to kick,
to throw, to spin,
                            to mix - never is there
an equivalent prompt to think...
             that said: to truly meditate is to harness
a slingshot's worth of straining -
to refrain from thought -
                     to allow the building up of strain -
prior to a release such as this...
                  and from what i found is that:
thinking revolves around a quasi-claustrophobia...
its boa constrictive presence suffocates -
   until it reveals what is its most naturally
ontological about it: pathos & irrationality;
obviously if scrutinised beyond this -
   a homing device for specified interests -
               thought in autism -
                                thought in specialisation;
but by a majority rule-of-thumb:
          a pathology and the most
                 irritable irritability - irrationality:
the random selection of non-coherent set of
"intertwined" set of facts.

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