False Hope

False hope will creep again rapidly, when hope is lost
It is then acknowledged by the fool’s irrational heart
Oh the poor fool,
False hope is only realized;
Once the mind rationalizes the irrational decision of the heart

Battle, battle, and defeated again by false hope  
Yet the same fool, will await another encounter
Waiting eagerly, counting days,
Scouting like a brilliant tactician

And upon its return, the fool’s planned strategy
Faces an unchanged battle
Battle, battle, and defeated again by false hope
The fool is now enforced to wait again
Enforced not by you, but by his conscience

Given not your task, he promotes his life in discipline
Once you come forth, you bring repercussion:

The poor fool is now no more steadfast
The parent repercussion, seeps in his mind;
With both sons Hurt and Sorrow

The fool now ponders with a rhetorical question,
Why won’t the parent repercussion have another child?

Done By: Mushtaaq Khalil

Dear Johnie

Dear Johnie

How far can i run
Beyond time,beyond existence
How hard can i scream
Beyond sound,beyond shattered glass
How long should i hope
For happiness, love and life
How often should i dream
Of my own sense of fairytale

Promise

In the heart of Africa, tired eyes scout the horizon,
In search of hope and anticipating its arrival.
Warriors of the elite lay still in their lair,
Fathers, brothers and sons making the ultimate sacrifice.
Some now scarred for life, others left behind.
Foe advancing, ready to unleash vengeance,
Danger, just a breath away in a land unknown.
Hope fades with the settling African sun.
Eternity passing at its own leisure.
Some quick to steal a moment of home,
Others tighten their grips on their tool of trade.
A silence… deafening to souls who await their fate.
A shuffle, a smile, as thundering rotating wings takes approach,
Oryx….. You’ve kept your promise.

November 7

November 7

Angels parade our streets as if it were a familiar sight,
The sun shines majestically above, careful not to burn.
Children dance away to unheard melodies
As the world makes another unexpected turn.

Grace is granted on yet another death bed;
History is made as the gods bring forth new life.
Hope is restored for yet another soul, trapped in confusion.
Time is given to those fighting to survive.

Who knew that the pains of the heart would soon be numbed;
Or that fear would give rise to new strength.
Whispers of faith sound in the ears of the weary
As the road to freedom suddenly measures a more comfortable length.

A day often forgotten and seldom recognized
Has seen the evolution of an earth to a heaven.
In the blink of an eye we witness a revolution,
As we fly away to another dimension on November 7.

im complicated

I’m somewhere between hope, agony and prayer
I’m human, I’m alive
I lay on my pillow with dimmed lights and the salt
From my tears drying on my face as
I begin to smile and pull the sheets over my bushy head
Thinking of how silly I looked when I slipped on
My sexy tattered denims and danced provocatively in the mirror
While I sang soulfully to Lost without you,
With tears in my eyes???
Clinging to the sweetness of the my own memories of when
I didn’t know what they meant when they
Spoke of Time and Wounds and Rise and Fall
And when I thought I had it all and …
Never…
Not for a second could I grasp anything but this
I’m alive…So?… This is it…?
I try to swallow the unforgiving lump in my throat as
I smile and nod as you speak, while I continue to
Pretend not to see that you see right through
My award winning enthusiasm for
My soon-to-be sunshine after the thunderstorm
Telling myself that this is My day as I put on
My cant-touch-this outfit and admire my glossy hair and
Twinkling eyes
Because I trust that my prayers are heard. Because I believe
That it can only get better and that
He wont take me where He can’t lead me.
And so time has eaten at my fake smile, propped up
By the light that helps you see through me
And I try hard to make sense of this race against self-pity
As the numbness creeps ominously to my core.
I’m complicated…
I’m alive, I’m human.

As Time Goes By

As time goes by
And you and I begin to walk as one
To understand our fears and dreams
Be there to lean upon

As time goes by
And hope returns with trust and honesty
Perhaps the love we never found
At last is meant to be.

As time goes by
Perhaps our days at last forever be
Together filled with all the love
We thought would never be.

As time goes by
And you and I have come to understand
The sunshine of our life has been
The joy of holding hands

As time goes by
And journeys end we both begin to see
The only fear death holds for me
Is leaving without thee.

My status

Red ribbon kneeling on my chest like a batch.
Nuns telling hope to those who cannot cope.
The stigma is  to hot to  hold,
Even for those who are  still connected with the cord.

POSITIVE is the  word for trepidation every hour,
Pandemonium with odium drains power.

The world is like a paint,
Tainted with the sprite of a saint.
Yet  filled with curiosity.                            

I may

I may shut my eyes
Hoping to forget
Time is running out
The glass is broken
I may hope to repair
When all is long lost
Footprints have disappeared
Leaving barren earth
I may cry in despair
Knowing I have failed
Defeat is whispered
Mercy unknown to men

But I have a healing soul
Brittle and fragile
A small chance is freely given
Who blames my eager heart?

I begin o see the light

I BEGIN TO SEE THE LIGHT

In a dark tunnel I stood
Confused and depressed
Not wanting to go on
Not knowing what lies ahead

In that dark tunnel I stood
And stood
and stood
and stood
Till I could stand it no more

And at a time I believed
Believed nothing could be worse
But worse was yet to come
The darkness grew darker
I grew afraid
I was alone,the…..

Then the light appeared
The first glimpse of hope
The first sign of better things to come
And as sudden as that glimpse of light appeared
So too did the light become so bright
Now I can see
Now I have hope
Now I look forward to the future