The Fall of the Sky

When the sky falls

You can hear the calls,

In every corner of this harbor

It has a story of lovers

When the night arrives 

& everything in the harbor becomes silence 

Every Lover waits for his heart to arrive

Under the free star & free the sound of the coast

How much I loved this harbor 

How I adored the nights of each port

It has many stories

Special stories of lovers

My story was the best

Yet mine was the saddest. 

When the sky fall

I can hear a call, in my mind

I opened my heart, and saw you

Peered, as arrogant as ever

Standing above my feelings

As I always re-build the scattered 

Tears under your feets.

As the nights and days passes

You still call. 

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2013

Loyality and my dreams

Your late my Master 

I'm only here to protect
my withered papers.
-

I woke up from the illusion of YOU,

after I had no patience left

Your late my dear

You come back after you mad me 

stay up all the nights

 

Let me ask

Where are my blossom Fragrances

That always filled the places
-Where is your taste, which was very high-

I swear on the minds of the past

That now I know the difference
between loyality and dreams

Your golden hair

is a symbol of my passion and Lovelorn

Your Majesty ... Your late
It took you a very long time
to get back... to be here

and I could not stand, wait

Under all the circumstances 

I was fed up

How much did I miss

It's not to describe
or tell

Where will I finde the old Perfumes

Meet the old smell of Loyality
-

I would go back for once

Because on her lap is my pleasure

Tears on my days

And my dreams

False passion

Full of pain in order to get me

Make me forget YOU

Tears on the late memories

Let it go

.

© 2010

Empty Desert -

There is nothing left, 

the cattle are Dead 

The crops are gone 

Whatever there was has been looted. 

Explore the Evil Sun 

While we cross the desert 

Despite the weeping heart 

 Crackings on the land 

Droughts of the Rivers 

Dreath among the People. 

Thus the boundaries - 

They sing the old hymns 

 and they'll let the tears roll down 

They would hunt a mood among us 

Like hyena waiting in the dark 

Sniffing approaching to us, stealthily 

Crossing & blaming the empty desert. 

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 ShadiatiQue © 2010-2013

The Dead One

The dead one

That still dreams about existence

Complains about the dark grave

Weakness in bones

Vacancy in the heart

Recall the passing courage 

Where the passion date

I have been told 

The dead one was brave

Only braves die 

and suffer in graves,

And from the scary tales of death above

Ashamed, if I visit your grave

Afraid, if you ask me that question. 

I know you, you cannot rest 

Untill the people change

You will in every visit

Ask me the question

Any changes in our situation?

Ah, still there is humiliation

Many caught up in your death.

Obituary published with love

Asking, where is now the home of

the brave one?

Affected, Unlikely .. feel outcasted

Sad, unlucky and now buried

Derived strength from the entombed

echo of the whining beloved.

Written first time in ©2010 

Published at ShadiatiQue © 2012

Silent Dreamers

I thought my deep silence
Will make them avoid my company
My sweet smile wouldn't evoke 
Their violence.

But hear the irony.

I could walk, dream and observe my life
In silence .... Never would provoke any.

I have been hushed to,
But I understood it. 

They had their space
But I wanted my peace. 

I understood them
even when they were wordless

My job was to be still
When they pushed
Mute when they hushed



                                                                                                   I just realized that some school children learned not to fight when they get bullyed. It became understandable to be silent and to take hits like everyone elser. I work in a highschool, and we experience these boys and girls that do not take a step against bullying even if with my help.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2012

The Chaos of the Heart

World of hearts and bunch of sins

Every heart appears carrying

That feeling of sins.

Chaos in the heart

The heart can watch the sins grow

And the sins grow Fine next to heart door

Later the sins grows to buildings

Like lego... Over each other

The hearts are now used to see the sins

Or to commit them and just leave them to grow

As they were buildings or houses.

Furthermore ...

The heart can sometimes get angry

And pray that the almighty might send

To destroy the earth or only the sins

To tear down the buildings

The heart never wanted to remember

The existence of the sins!

But,

This is just the chaos in the heart

Never know who to criticize

The sins or those who commit them.

Written first time in oct. 31st 2005 published oct. 13 2012

ShadiatiQue © 2012

The Old Iris

From Home ... 

The dust of those who have gone before us

The empty houses of our beloved ones

The only cloud on the blue sky

Trees of our home, and the old builders 

that only build the land for 20 years

Expected the youth would be with them!

Wisdom of our grandfather

Planting on our earth

I'm the rock that shamelessly 

forgot where is his roots. 

Back Home

Where my neighbors still visits me

Pure like Lily, or more like the white cloud 

The days will come and the sun is right behind me.

Home, 

I'm right behind that door

And the old Iris is with me.

ShadiatiQue © 2012

Lethal Combination

Lethal combination

I spotted them both of them

Walking down the hills

Walking towards me

No, just walking, just to pass me

I wanted to walk away

Take another way

He saw me, our eyes met again

As I always do, I blamed my eyes

Do my eyes only catch or spot him ONLY

Then I blamed him for walking 

on this sidewalk with someone else

It used to be our walk

Combined by our hearts, dreams and Love

A footpath that I will seek

Every afternoon, just to remember or to forget.

Everything is the same in my life.

Walking towards me

No, just walking, just to pass me

They passed and he was smiling.

This smile.. This walk with another

This "me" walking

What a lethal combination.

ShadiatiQue © 2012