~~~Luwers of Poetry ~~~

Hate

I have this image in my head
That one day when I step off this airplane I’ll be on this land
Where the air is sweeter than any fruit that I have tasted
And that the land is softer than any cloud I could ever imagine
And that peace was possible
But for now,
the mothers of our Holy land are being stabbed, raped, and murdered
And before I get to her, she has fallen

My siblings and I feel guilty
that we haven’t given her ourselves
but we bleed her blood for her blood once threw me
For I speak for her will and for her people
Even though there is no one to listen anymore
And still your question stands
Why do these young Palestinian children hate so much?
It shouldn’t be ‘why?’
It should be ‘what kind of hate would they have?’
because it was never for our people nor for our causes
’cause hate keeps them alive
this hate makes them live another day even though there is nothing to live for
this hate puts air into their lungs even though there might not be tomorrow
this hate makes them wanna have children just to teach them not to hate
because on the other side hate is grown through children
hate is grown through trees in the shape of a V
and never for peace, for their own protection
hate is shown through black sheets and separation, never integration
Hate is the fact that this country we teach our six year olds to step and throw baseball
and literally gain the crowds of parents turn behind them
and in other countries, there are 6 year old children who step and throw rocks
to protect the tears and the lives of their grandparents the anguish has caused
so maybe this hate is not your ordinary hate
maybe this hate kept my father alive
maybe this hate makes children feel as if they have to hold their *** in one extra day just to feel full
And before you could ever say you didn’t mean it that way
six year old children kicking pebbles the wrong way get shot at
seven year old children walking down roads speaking the wrong language at the wrong time get shot at
And before you could ever say you were sorry
The mothers of our Holy land are being stabbed, raped, and murdered
And before you could ever learn of her
Or I ever get to her
She has fallen

Read this just now... and thought of you...

Nessa:

Do you know how I feel when you touch my heart
Can you hear me cry inside at your silent embrace
Do you see the fear I keep hidden away
Can you feel the pain I never show

I can't help but smile when you touch my heart
You can't know the warmth it brings me
I can't bring myself to share the love
You can't see the hope in my soul

If only I too touch your heart
I only try to ease your fears
If only I could help as much
I only wish I were as true

Do you know you touch my heart
I love you being in my life
Do you feel the way I do
Do you know you touch my heart

 

......... if that is how you were feeling when you posted that, I know exactly what you were feeling...

One day, it can blossom into this...

Love Song

How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn’t touch your soul?
How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects,
in some dark and silent place that doesn’t resonate
when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.

-- Rainer Maria Rilke

It's good to know someone understands. Thank you.

Sometimes the silence is deafening...

boo:

Read this just now... and thought of you...

You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me – the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods –
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at;
longing. An open window
in a country house –, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chance upon, –
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening . . .

-- Rainer Maria Rilke

Beautiful. I love it. *sigh* I love poems. I love u! 

Nessa:

It's good to know someone understands. Thank you.

Sometimes the silence is deafening...

... .. I know it looks like a silly MSN hug, but I really wish I could hug you now...  

Nessa:

It's good to know someone understands. Thank you.

Sometimes the silence is deafening...

I can hear it too...

boo:

Nessa:

It's good to know someone understands. Thank you.

Sometimes the silence is deafening...

I can hear it too...

Nessa:

Do you know how I feel when you touch my heart
Can you hear me cry inside at your silent embrace
Do you see the fear I keep hidden away
Can you feel the pain I never show

I can't help but smile when you touch my heart
You can't know the warmth it brings me
I can't bring myself to share the love
You can't see the hope in my soul

If only I too touch your heart
I only try to ease your fears
If only I could help as much
I only wish I were as true

Do you know you touch my heart
I love you being in my life
Do you feel the way I do
Do you know you touch my heart

Was looking through some of the poems I've saved... I'm beginning to see how comforting poems can be ... and I found this, which I saved at 6.32 a.m. on the 12th of October 2007... oh the things that were going through my head and heart in those days!... and I thought of Senor (reading this poem, I mean). I wanted to share it with you guys because I think it is a lesson worth learning... it's one of those lessons you have to learn for yourself, experience for yourself, I think, to fully realise its importance and significance in your life... but Blake does put it down so nicely....

"It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine."

 -- William Blake

Thank you Friend. I'm hugging you as I remember your kindness & love.

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But don't forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget
The troubles that have passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away;
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.

I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll wipe away your tears;
I'll share your worries when they come,
I'll help you face your fears.

I'm here and I will stand by you,
On each hill you have to climb;
So take my hand, let's face the world...
And live just one day at a time.

You're not alone, for I'm still here,
I'll go that extra mile;
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile!

Call thy name at nightfall
Reach out for thee life's rose
Cast thy veils at sunset
Trespass the waning in my halls
Prosperous beauty
Embraced by eden's heart
Call thy name out tearful
Reveal to me thy deepest loss

Nessa -

Boo

Yes, I admit, I'm sappy!

... yet strong, Nessa.

What in the world of all things Shah Rukh Khan is your avatar my dear?