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Bedoor Bluemoon

Everyday writing to expose the soul

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Coexistence

Branch

tree

Lake Wanaka Tree, New Zealand, istock

 

Stand still

in the face of life,

in the face of time,

recall all your experiences

and wonder no more;

you are where you should be

your roots hold you high

and your branches wonder off

to the distance

of existence.

 

Stand still

and ignore the petty fish

pecking away at your feet

trying to change you into someone else;

Don’t.

Do not bend unwillingly

do not break or give up

the substance

of your resistance.

 

Stand still

and allow the flight of birds

to entwine the aura

of your soul;

watch as each leaf floats away

into thoughts

and turns your fights

of persistence

to coexistence.

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Agile

Agile

Broken-Heart

Known to be agile

my mind ran away

leaving me with a mess

of a heartbreak.

Confess

Confess

sunset-beach-wedding

Confess yourself:

let my eyes see what they long to see

and my ears hear your innermost desires.

Open your soul to me

watch closely as I tread into the folds of your being

and pick memory after memory to read.

 

Confess yourself:

let my being merge with yours

and my hands touch your unfulfilled dreams.

Allow my entrance

into the make-believe life you created

and water the flowers on your bed.

 

Confess yourself:

let me understand your deepest thoughts

and my soul drink from the lips of your eternity.

Allow my intrusion

for I have lost everything I am

when I found you.

 

Traitor- Torn in Two

Torn

Torn in two I ask myself

what did I do?

Not knowing how or when or why

but just cry

enjoyed the conversation at first

but now it hurts

and hurts and hurts…

Feel like I turned into a traitor

I’m now a stranger

not knowing the reason behind it all

did my soul call?

I ask myself what did I gain?

A heart that pains

and pains and pains…

Slowly see myself fade away

self, please stay

answer these questions for me, then go

I want to know.

Wishing to know, and hope I try

but slowly I die

and die and die…

– Dreams of a Blue Moon

Rain

From Dreams of a Blue Moon

rain

Walking on the street

under the pouring rain

nothing seems sane

all are insane.

 

Walking on the street

under the pouring rain

people with hearts

people with brains.

 

Walking on the street

under the pouring rain

people in hugs

people in chains.

 

Walking on the street

under the pouring rain

people who lose

people who gain.

 

Walking on the street

under the pouring rain

people in pain

people in pain.

 

انتظرني

man-on-train-station-mateja-hrvacic

انتظرني

عندما تصل إلى نهاية الطريق

وتلقى نفسك وحيدا

اعلم بأنني سآتي

سأكون معك دوما

انتظرني

لأن وصولي قد يتأخر قليلا… أو كثيرا

فلا تلمني على ذلك

ولم الدنيا التي باعدتني عنك

وباعدتك عني

 

انتظرني عندما تحن النهاية

وتضطر ارواحنا إلى الفراق

فهذه دنيا الفناء

وأوقاتنا محدودة

فنعيش

ونعشق

ونبكي

ونندم

ونعود للعشق مرة اخرى

فانتظرني

لأنني اشتاق إلى الرحيل

انتظرني

عند مفترق الطرق

عند بداية الخلود ونهاية الدنيا

انتظرني ومعك باقة من الورد

فأتوق لتلك الوردة البيضاء من يدك

انتظرني

وابتسامتك تعلو وجهك الجميل

فحياتي بدونك صعبة

وعيني لا ترى أي شيئ جميل

سواك

انتظرني عندما يكتمل العمر

ونلقى بأنفسنا في تلك الحفرة الظلماء

انتظرني

عندما تتعب أرواحنا من الاستمرار

والبحث

وتستسلم قلوبنا

من كل شيئ

ونتحول إلى اللا شيئ

عندها

سأكون معك

فانتظرني

A Man Of All Men

As I lay my children

down to sleep

and pray the lord

their souls to keep,

outside all mourners

dressed in black

chant and grieve

and cry and weep.

: :

For on these days

so long ago

our faith bestowed

Itself so deep,

a battle and swords

and hearts of gold

fighting to keep religion

alive and complete.

: :

Outnumbered they were

one thousand to one

it wasn’t so easy

in all of the heat,

no water to drink

no mercy at all

from the army that’s filled

with lies and deceit.

: :

A man of all men

pure of heart and descent

approached the enemies with kindness

asking for their retreat,

‘Kill me not,’ he said

I fear for your souls

for you: eternal happiness

paradise so sweet.

: :

Their answer was clear

they all aimed their spears

to child, to nephew

to all the elite,

murdering them all

in one afternoon brawl

assassins of darkness

of bloody conceit.

: :

Thinking with death

they will put out the light

that theirs was a simple

and easy defeat,

what they didn’t know

people will always recall

the story of a man,

his thirst, and the heat.

: :

A man of all men

pure of heart and descent

lived a life of virtue

against those who mistreat,

a man of all men

pure of heart and descent

lives on in our hearts

with a sacrifice so complete.

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For more info on the battle, click the link: 
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Karbala

Climbing’s Easy- Did You Try Falling?

Climbing

falling

Climbing’s easy

Did you try falling?

Falling from the top after you were the best?

Falling from the bridge and getting all wet?

Falling from the window, falling from the door

Falling like no ever fell before?

Falling out of sense, falling out of line

Falling out of a place I used to call mine.

Falling out of steps, missing out on the dance

Falling out of thought, living in a trance.

Falling in love, for love is a big big hole

Falling out on a position you will hold nevermore.

Falling out of touch, your friends no longer here

Falling out of sight, missing eyes and missing ears.

Falling out of life, falling out of breath

Falling out of life, falling into death.

Climbing’s easy,

did you try falling?

تنسى

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تنسى بأن لي قلب

وتخبرني بأن الحياة معي

جحيم

تنسى بأن لي مشاعر

وتخبرني بأني اوصلتك

للجنون

وتنسى بأن لي روح

وتتمنى أن

نفترق

كيف لك أن تنسى؟

وكيف لي أن اسامح؟

كيف أقسو على نفسي

وقلبي

وروحي؟

فإن لم انتبه لنفسي

فمن لنفسي؟

وإن لم انتبه لقلبي

فمن لقلبي؟

وإن لم انتبه لروحي

فمن لروحي؟

فها هي نفسي تذبل

وقلبي يبكي

وروحي تموت

وأنت… تنسى

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