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Some People

some people

Some people, we love them;
but we don’t get near them
because, from far, they are more seductive,
from far, they are more noble
from far, they are more precious.

Some people, we love them,
we do anything to be close to them,
we do everything to share every detail of our life with them,
it hurts to stay away from them,
it is impossible to imagine our life without them.

Some people, we love them,
we wish to live a beautiful story with them,
we come up with circumstances just to bump into them,
we come up with excuses just to see them,
we live a fantasy with them.

Some people, we love them,
but we keep it a secret to ourselves,
so we remain silent, even if it burns us,
we don’t declare our love, because the obstacles are numerous,
and the consequences are frightening,
and it is best for us that the door stays shut between us.

Some people, we love them,
we fill the earth with their love and we speak about them to the world,
we constantly whisper their name,
we need their presence… like water…like air,
we suffocate when they are not around.

Some people, we love them,
because they are available,
and our need to be loved pulls us to them,
because time flies, we age, and it scares us to stay without a companion.

Some people, we love them,
because they deserve nothing but to be loved,
we learn from them,
we build with them,
we paint the color of life with them,
we do everything to keep them happy.

Some people, we love them,
but they don’t love us back,
so we break and fall,
we never forget them,
we love no one but them,
and we cry them over again, every time we fail to win their love.

Some people, we love them,
we just wait until they see us,
until they love us in return,
until they love us as much as we love them.

~ Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran (1883-1931) was born in Bsharri, Lebanon. He immigrated with his parents to Boston in 1895, and later settled in New York City. His works, written in both Arabic and English, are full of lyrical outpourings and express his deeply religious and mystical nature. His work The Prophet (1923), a book of poetic essays, achieved cult status in modern literature. Gibran died in New York City.

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Now

Now

Sometimes yes it’s hard to carry hope
For it’s not easy to steady the ship
The waves of life are a F5 storm
And the anchor of faith is lost somewhere
So I try to set the course in line
Manipulating
Twisting
Turning the truth
Feeding it all day so it sets the sails straight
And the course of life is back to normal
But then one day someone asked me
Tell me what to do as I am in great winds
The waters are getting deep and fear is creeping in
And I so wanted to help
But I ran
I ran as far as my legs could carry me
For my own anchors were no more than a lie
And then I remembered that
I wish often to change the world
But how can I be of any help
If I am not even true to myself
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So I closed my eyes and told my heart
No more illusions no more lies
I will keep my ship away from the rocks
Because from now on
I am the one who knocks

A Good Man

A Good Man

A Good man is curious about all things around
That shape and impact his country his town
Always raising his voice for those in need
He helps putting smiles on faces that frown

A Good man will listen and will give ear
In doing so, he will make his point clear
A Good man will respect all other views
For truth, he will stand firm without fear

A Good man is like an open Book
He cares
He respects
He considers
He guides
A Good man holds no grudges inside
Faces the truth, he never hides

A Good man learns from mistakes he makes
From each defeat positive things, he takes
He gets back up every time he falls
A Good man builds bridges; he breaks walls

A Good man is never hard to find
He shuns injustice never turns his eye blind
A Good man is inside all of us, yes it’s true
Never let that Good man die in you

Reality

…… something from my favorite movie “Good Will Hunting”

Good Will Hunting

So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been l*** a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right: “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sittin’ up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause that only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.

– Good Will Hunting (1997)

Pain

Pain

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

― Jim Morrison

Act

Act

That determination that intricate will
arising inside when confronted by the truth
then fading away like stars at dawn

Prisoners of this vicious predicament
we try to stray away from it as far as we can
so it doesn’t disrupts what we mask

If only like that sparrow flying in eagle’s lair
that Determination gets the lift a final nudge
making its journey to do what should be done

Hearts infested with doubt and fear always
fail to bring the change within oneself
and rectify wrongs of the land they live in

Those who opt for change always say no to
commandments of manipulation never giving
their nod to those who cheat

Deep in trenches of the heart that will to act
right lurks but is often killed down instantly
by the sniper of our doubtful concerns

Those gallant enough to slay the dragon of
inner fears march triumphantly in front of
all the king’s horses and all the kings’ men

Gradual transformation of a caterpillar to a
butterfly starts within inside so only those
who are sincere with themselves succeed

The bridges of hope between hearts are built
from breaking the bones of skeletons rattling
inside our closets of fear and self-doubt

Never Again

Never Again

When it begins to seem that all days are the same
And all the moments just carry one emotion and feel
When you don’t feel anything or know that you are happy or sad
Even anger or astonishment never passes through you
And you feel that you are waiting for something you don’t even know what it is
But in the quite of the day and sometimes at night
You open your box of memories and stare
Because you forget to forget what you promise yourself to forget
To be afraid of that box and never to open it again
But you still take a glance and take a deep breath
Take a look at the moments now buried in sands of time
Smiles that conquered the day for you
Echoes of laughter that filled your heart
Memories of times that enriched your soul
Forgiveness you don’t know you seek or you want to give
Those sudden Goodbyes that never occurred
Suddenly you close the box and tell your heart
Not tell but you make a promise not to come near it
Because now you know what you didn’t knew then
That those moments were the best of times and are gone
Taught you so many thing you didn’t knew back then
And you again make a promise this time
Never again

 

11 Feb, 2014