Flames of a dream

When the shades of trees scare you in the night, when the winds you used to love howl, when you sleep with the phone in your hands wishing for a call, it’s when I’d say cry…cry…cry and let everyone hear your voice crying, because you might not know but tears are the flames of a conceived dream, the sparks of carving a dream, cry baby cry, tears are strength, and only the week has no tears, cry, because today the dream will be watered with your tears, cry to make an ocean of tears, an ocean to sail through till we meet, cry and don’t be ashamed, it’s the secret of life in your tears.

Talk where ever you want, I can always hear, where ever you are, I can always see, cry, baby cry, have no fear.  Jump, go, run and shout out load, I then will tell you: you shouted too load, speak, to yourself, to a wall, to a mirror, to whatever you want, and I always hear, don’t look down, look in front of you and you’ll see me waiting to hug you, to hold you, to tell you, you shouted too loud.

Rain to rule

From you I ask for help, from you I ask for guidance, from you I ask to see, to live freely, from you I ask for strength, for you I live my life, from you I see the light, and I ask you for help, I ask you to purify me, to take my spirit to heaven today, I ask from you the path, the only straight line, I ask you to direct me, out of the lies I thought were my life, I ask you the help, to differentiate white from black, I ask you the power to stand up today, I ask you to wash me with rain, I ask you to let me see, the one and only right to be, I ask you to help us, against the ones who chose to deny, I ask you to simplify my vision and my sight, we ask you for help and we ask no one else, because you alone can help, we ask you to let us see, the wrong from right and the right to feel, we ask you for a chance, to live the right way, to see the ubiquitous signatures from you, we ask you to light our eyes, to fix our logic, to fix our minds and walk away from the incorrectness we depicted out of lies, guide us to see the way of the true righteous truth, guide us to hear the calls of togetherness, guide us to see no hatred, guide us to feel no anger, help us to follow the one and only role model to follow.

Help us to eliminate distance from the right way, and illuminate the truth, the only truth that would get us to accept ourselves, the only truth that will let us reach inner tranquility, guide us to feel compassionate for the less fortunate ones, guide us to help them, let us be peaceful, merciful, help us to get back to where we were supposed to be, help us unveil the conspiracies that were molded to mislead us to the edge, help us to see, to hear, to feel, nothing but the right victorious truth.

Almighty, all-knowing, most gracious, most compassionate, most merciful, we only ask you and no one else, we ask you, to guide us away from the conflicts that we created, the wars, the crimes, we ask you to let us be the tools to give back everyone his right, we ask you to let us give up greed, we ask you to accept others, I ask you for rain, rain with mercy, rain, to wash us, rain to purify us.

rain to clarify the right way, we ask you for rain to guide us, rain to rule the world and let everyone live in peace and tranquility, rain to drink, rain to wash the tears off my face, rain to wash away the ignorance that we’ve been creating, rain to moisturize our dry cruel hearts, we only ask you to guide us, we ask you to see the obvious again, because signs, are in science, art, philosophy, and logic, we ask you to fix us, to help us fix ourselves.

A Robot

Tearless eyes, emotionless heart, a mind with no memories, a mind full of files, data, numbers, formulas, and nothing else but the dust of my infinite age, from flesh to circuits, I transformed, I traded my humanity for immortality, I thought memories will live after I die, but all memories died and I’ll live for ever, how could I be so stupid? What is life without mortality, what is life without the immortality of emotions, why did I become a machine? I still have blood in my veins, blood that is coming out of a heartless heart, it hurts, or at least I remember it would, can life be mine again?

Who am I? an identity crisis again, I thought I was done with it, but it seems that instability is the form of life I live, it seems like it’s the only thing that makes me unique, I used to love the summer, and hate the winter, and now I can’t remember which one has the sunny blue sky, I can’t remember why did I love any of them, I don’t know what does love mean…

Did I train myself professionally to deal with your absence? Or is that I didn’t know what it would feel to be alone?

The sea

Life, a sea of events, some of which we planned for, and others that we have never desired to happen, after all, life is what you are, life is a plan that’s drawn by the most powerful ruler, to award you, or to punish you, because you decide, but it’s already planned, not that you’re forced to walk through what’s planned for you, but it’s a plan that doesn’t know what time is, a plan that is only a plan because of the ultimate knowledge of it’s own creator, a plan that makes you feel the greatness and the grace of God.

When you feel the spirit of goodness inside, it’s when you get awarded, when you learn that you are worthy of your dreams, it’s when they come true, when you love yourself, when you love who you are, you’ll become the one you’ve always wanted to be, the one you loved to be before, it’s not about what you do, it’s about how you feel when you do it, it’s about that feeling that ignites you with happiness, enthusiasm and motivation.

I'm two years old

It’s light, it’s the straight lines that never curve, it’s the sun, it’s the moon, it’s you, it’s us, it’s life.

Together we painted reality, together we stood up, together we grew up like drops of water on leaves, we knew what we are, who we are, together we had the foresight to make time helpless in front of our power, we melted every obstacle, we lived every second, and I had my life revived, I’m two years old, but yet I speak like a poet, I sing like a bird, and I rain like a cloud.

I’m two years old but able to walk, I’m able to walk to my place, I’m two years old but able to wish, I’m able to believe and I’m able to receive, I’m two years old but my brush is not that young, my painting is the achievement I did throughout my life, I’m my paining and who said there’s time?

I’m two years old, but I know how to eat, I’m two years old and I see behind closed curtains, I see through you the mirror I see myself in when I look in your eyes, I’m two years old but wise enough to know I’m free to eat ice cream under the rain, I know I’m free because I sometimes fly with you, I sometimes borrow your wings to fly away into another time, I feel happiness in your eyes when you lend me your wings, and I still can’t explain it, but you obviously love to see me fly because you see what I see through my eyes.

I know that this physical world is obsessed with places, but I’m two years old and I still know we have always been in the same place together, sharing sun rays and clouds rain, sharing flights of fantasy, sharing our brush to paint the timeless painting I will hide in the museum of our life, I know words are another obsession, but words are nothing but the shell, light shines, shadows born, but we shine to kill shadows, my painting is a painting with no shadows, and it needs no light to be seen, because we poured light in the paint we used.

Miles are true, it’s what they say, miles are shadows that we light, wings are magic wands that we use to jump out of the physicality of where we used to live in.

I know no one, I hear no one, I cannot speak, I cannot walk, I can’t paint now, because I’m two years old, but shall we teach me again?

It's you!

Happiness is a hormone, a product you produce, products need some elementary materials to be produced, but happiness dose not, happiness can be made out of a paper, out of a word, out of nothing!


To be happy think of what really makes you happy, for me, happiness is in the winds I feel in the summer, the winds that come to revive your soul. Happiness is around my friends and close people, happiness is the positive soul that no one can destruct, I get happiness performing my words, happiness is when I get of the stage and start getting complements about what I performed. Happiness is in the comments of the people who read something I wrote, the people who were touched with what I wrote. happiness is the music I love, happiness is the laughter I hear when I say something funny, the smiles.

Happiness is the art I do, the art I achieve, the art I create, the art I design, the art I express, a photo, an illustration, a poem, a thought or a word.

Happiness is love, loving yourself, knowing your right, knowing you deserve, happiness is receiving after giving, happiness is giving, happiness is appreciation. Happiness is seeing what you want, happiness is blindness, the blindness that only sees what you want, it's the deafening music of what you want and nothing else.

Happiness is freedom, happiness is the childish belief in possibilities, happiness is the soul that grows younger, the soul that gets more innocent while you grow up, it's the young face with wrinkles, happiness is you.

Supernumerary

You're healthy even with sickness in your body, you're happy, satisfied because you are wealthy regardless of all the debts you have, joyful, living the life you wanted to live since you we're a baby.

When you think, you've always wanted to be a baby, to have the world under your command, to think that your wildest dreams can be done once dad says “yes”, the magical “yes” that would make you jump joyfully, celebrating your wildest dream coming to life, celebrating life like you've never did, the celebration you would start was based on the belief that your wishes are commands.

It's so eye opening to learn from babies and little children, they always get what they want, not because they dream of small things, the things we consider small, actually worth the whole world for the people who asked for them, they get what they want because they have this “childish” principle that they will get it, it's the land of no impossibilities.

As we grow older, we think it's wise to stop this “childishness” we used to have, and that's why we grow older! We should be growing younger, and that's what we're trying to do now, but we're not successful because we're still thinking wisdom is only what we learn from our life, but we were born with it! Why ask for the key when you have it in your pocket? Why wait for someone to speak up the magical “yes” when you've already learned how to speak?

Who told you life is hard? Who told you “hard” is real? Who taught you the line between real and illusion? Why did you listen? It's way much simpler than you think it could ever be, you don't have to run after anything, your existence is enough to draw what you want right down to your feet, you are one of very few talented creatures in this universe, can you see why there is very little of us here? Billions and billions of galaxies, with a number of stars and planets we would never be able to count, and six or more billion people?!

If we thought of it clearly, we would realize that each one of us could own a couple of galaxies! With a couple of billion of planets and stars!

Do you realize the reason behind the spaciousness of this universe? The reason behind the limitless unimaginable place our universe is creating every second?

God created this universe, to help us, to serve us, because we are precious, because we are powerful, talented and unique, the numerousness of this universe shows how mighty the Ruler of it is, it shows us how small we are, but that's only the empty half...