Behind the Walls

I wish I meet the moon again

to tell him what the sun did to me. 

My heart is alone, and my hands shakes.

Walls behind the walls, and my eyes 

disappears while hiding behind the windows

Who allowed the Sun to control us?

Will we ever achieve our safe nights?

I wish the moon knocks on my door again

to let it be a new moment of hope.

How will the nights return?

My fear, Stands between me and my

freedom and the moonlight. 

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The Crack

Between every waft and gust

You could hear a crack

of voices of men & women, 

as they carry their children 

despite the split and bang. 

Every waft carries to you 

the husky voices while humming

songs from time of liberty

despite every rift and jag.

You would crack for a moment 

but you would go on with your life

and they will still twist a tear 

for each gust and crack. 

   

Tweet © July 2011

For the drought victims in East Africa

d’Verse Poets’ Pub   

 is now welcoming new poets, join us. 

Happy July 1st.

On July 1, 1960, Somalias independence day.

 



Somalia before the civil war.



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Tempting illusions

After the sun of the afternoon

and before the sunset

we would speed up

in our steps,

towards the night

of our loneliness.

Leaving the sign of our sadness

that the daytime marked

on our forehead

a sign of our youth,

which was short.

The youth was not permanent

but the grief remains

in our souls.

However my illusions

made the world

much more tempting

to survive every-day!

Quicker to the night

where the joy of the dances

where the effects of the day

would not be seen.

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Five minutes

After playing this piece of music

accompanied by my mournful voice.

I decided to travel the world as tourist.

Wherever my destiny takes me

I'll just close my eyes

 and fly over the world!

I'll take some of me

to experience with me,

Some of my quick five minutes

of a dream!

When one is not able

to make anything.

One can dream, and depend

on his share in the world of dreams.

  

Only from the first glimpse 

I caught a glimpse of your joy

Joy and happiness dancing

with my music

My passionate heart

experienced with you the love

that led to escape 

to close my eyes

to take five minutes

from life

to dream away.

After this piece

wherever my destiny takes me!

 

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Persuasion

Thank God

I still have the echo of my voice

Allthough my breath is still in flame,

burning for the old nostalgia.

Thank God,

for being only close to the misery

only struggeling

with feelings of boredom

not yet dead of waiting

but only regretting.

Thank God,

I can still convince myself

That there is a meeting

after each farewell.

-

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A kiss from hell

As the rumor tells us,

There were a village,

known for their high palm trees.

Only well motivated young people

would bother themselfs to climb the trees,

and enjoy the delicious dates.

With the impulsive youths hearts

We can take sheets to cover the trees

To watch the village from above

to watch the old farmer in the fields

While he kisses the wife, a kiss from hell.

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My eyes

With your proud voice

you always tell me,

that you can read in my eyes

You can see my love to you

trough my eyes

And my longing too.

The yearning nights to meet you

are to be found in my eyes!

While the tears of loneliness

Filling my eyes with fear

of losing you!

Can you see,

My dispersed thoughts

Whenever you break up

the limits of my jealousy.

Break the habit,

and show me How

to control the jealousy

that you've costed me.

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Strength to be patient

Nothing much left in me

Your power had not remained

anything in me.

I'm waiting for this parade

to pass me, to see what you left me

Nothing much left in me

Just some of the light of my eyes,

that I wouldn't need, to see through

I will give the light to you

and some of the strength of

my willpower. Don't burn them

or take the hope from them.

Take care of them!

Some of me eagerly wanders

to seek you in the parade,

call you, with my unheard voice.

Ask you to give me

some of your mercy,

and strength to be patient

So what left in me wouldn't

float on the sea.

-

For the people of Japan -  Tweet © 2011

Influenced by ... !

Few steps between you and I

If you approache, you will regret.

Few things we must identify

like our principles or values

We must renew our promises!

Are you surprised?

Let's not, shall we?

Inspiring revolutions

around the world.

Allows me to give a

taste test of these

and bring revolutions

to our "home".

Patience,

within my weak body,

Will be valued with a relieved pain

This is not rebellion

against the dominator

Only a desire after an

understanding, supporting

lover at home.

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