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Bedoor Bluemoon

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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.

Agile

Agile

Broken-Heart

Known to be agile

my mind ran away

leaving me with a mess

of a heartbreak.

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.

 

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

Ice

ice

 

Feelings were once a part of my life

and loads of feelings I had

dreams of being a mother and a wife

soon became my past.

 

I used to feel others’ pain

and tears would fall from my eyes

but then I thought I have no gain

so I stopped all of my cries.

 

Then soon enough I found out

that happiness isn’t forever

so I threw away happiness too

and hoped it would come never.

 

Sadly, though, all feelings left

and I was in the dark

not feeling pain nor happiness

no excitement, not a spark.

 

Smiles would crack my lips at times

and tears would run down my face

yet deep inside I surely know

in my heart, feelings have no place.

 

From Dreams Of A Blue Moon

Demons

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(From Dreams of A Blue Moon by Bedoor Khalaf)

Darkness along with broken pride

as the glass of water breaks

seeing the wrong, not seeing the right

as bones in their graves shake.

 

Chaos around yet not a way

to change the angel’s mind

for the person that once has been a saint

will be a traitor to all mankind.

 

Will not care less to what others feel

since everyone has done him wrong

will cause harsh pain and torture on

those with a heart that longs.

 

Nowadays love is a sin

and only sinners love

roses turn into weeds

crows created from doves.

 

Pain and violence the only words

known to the human race

painted masks and hypocrites

stained on people’s face.

 

Angels turn to demons as

they realize life is unfair

but what stunned them most is the fact

that love no longer cares.

اللبؤة

lioness

عودي اليّ بعد يومكِ الطويل

وتقمّصكِ دور اللبؤة

تدافع عن صغارها وتجول في الاماكن

متيقضة، غامضة، وجاهزة للانقضاض

عودي اليّ واسدلي بشعركِ المسجون

اعتقيه من لفتّه الضاغطة

ودعيه يتمايل على ظهرك بتموّجه

دعيه يرتطم على صدري

كالبحر الغاضب

ودعيه يشعر بأناملي تحدّثه

وتسرد أخبار يومي المجنون

فأنا أتوق إلى الجلوس مع شعرك

لأخفي في طيّاته الكثير

 

عودي اليّ بعد يومكِ الطويل

وتقمّصك دور اللبؤة

اعيدي مخالبك إلى الدولاب

وامسحي وجههك الباهت من التعب

وضعي مساحيق الحب وائتني… قطة

تمشي باستحياء بثوبها المخملي

ائتني لأزيح همّك بابتسامة شكر

وأريح بالك بحلول منطقية

وأكون جبلا صامدا يحميك

لكيلا تكوني لي لبؤة

فهذا الدور لا يناسب عشّنا الصغير

كوني للناس لبؤة

وكوني لي… أنتِ

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