The dying man
i have seen a dying man on the street taking his last breath farwelling
i contemplated his eyes
were telling sorry every surroundings it is too late to confess
or to tell but me and all would accept my heart says forgive
My mind says no
He does not deserve
He has me unjusted too many times
how many mistakes thy hands has made?
now look they have no power to kill a bug i am not gloating by saying so
because our destiny gonna be the same
but i said to my self, how weak we are as human when we get sick we come the kindest ever
but when we get in power we came different our heart come like rocks
in his young age he were bragging himself
showing off his muscles
and the injustice he has made to his poor wife and kids
and to the weak men
he were governing them by their fears of him
now and now and now every thing is gone if he got the power back
he would be that showing off
Man as never been in a weak time,
rather getting more aggressive to others then he never would learn the lesson
MHK
Together beautify we
keeping us
as friends is better
hand in hand we are stronger
hand in hand we are sweeter
hand in hand we are brothers
to have in a rose bucket multiple colors
would beautify the scenery
more than one color
hey all there
why should we fight
and to be hostile from one another
inherit our kids the hatred
we took from our fathers
let the coming poor kids have a peace
and to say one to other
welcome dear brother
disregarding to the religion that we would them and them would give
let them raise on love and being humble
every thing would be gone at a second
they are all our kids
let them not get hurt by us
they must love each other
there is no justified reason for the hatred
Hatred is awful
by love they can have
better life greater future
we would be all one
if a part of the body in pain the whole body feels pain and hurts, hurts pains
live and love for all
but but
how can they live in castles and palaces
While their brothers in the streets starving?
How could they eat meat,
And chickens when others dream of it?
How did those came rich, others are poor to death?
Why does thy steal? to eat??
Do some of us get born criminal?
Do the gens of his blood come contaminated with crimes
or the environment that he lives in so hard
and obliges him to be so?
till they come means in the rich hands
every one is in need would work like a machine they kill without thinking
seeking to get their daily living food i blame the society which thee are born in
what ever they try
they wont never be accepted but as a rent killers yeah i cant deny that there men are monstrous who kill just for the sake of blood and death
this kind is so few
if we all oppose them they would no longer exist it is a matter of reformation the spirit
before the mind and the body of us get thousands of millions of dollars
and be the richest ever as your dream to come
then your destiny as any man else would be death all what you get is nothing
money will be gone
and the spirit will stay now and then instead of having these dozens in the bank it is worthy to be given to the needed ones i am no one to tell thee
give a poor part of your wealth
but to remember the way you got these money and to remember the tomb
and charity is a must then i can tell
it is so great job to have a heart
and to feed some one is hungry
i mean not the beggars in the streets but who sit in their leaky houses
with little amount of bread as the only food my heart cries to realize the fact
but what shall i do?
screaming? shouting? yelling crying? what ever i gonna do i will be unheard and disrespected
i am no one but a human
who is feeling all the miseries around
for god sake just listen me once
no fighting no killing no hurting just argue
if you did not meet at a point then go on debating you would agree on some topic else
it is not the end of the world
just live and appreciate what you are living
tell me tell him her and them
we have been wrong at some stage
if we were deaf just go with us and be patient
some day our ears would get alive
then we would be able to hear what have you said just live never kill
smile all the time
You and who surrounds you will enjoy!
MHK
Friendship
when you get sad
join some friends
they would share Your worries and suffers with friendship is so valuable
As a thing in this earthly life
but the real friendship does not exist
As long as there are interests
whether beauty, being hardworking, rich, or from the same race color
but the real friend has to be some one some one some one
you may meet by chance
he is to differ in every thing including race and religion
yet you would like to count him /her as a buddy
befriending people is greater than ever instead of hostilizing others
yeah in the young-hood and as teenager being young you may need not no one
but your strength and power
yet when you are sick?
What a weak shall you be?
when you get old no one would be there for help
but our nature would sympathize because we have a heart that obliges just live and feel our importance
from now on before you miss the chance Appreciate what you have been given before you lose every thing at once
Use the smile as a weapon to hunt friends god bless thee and to be with them all
The rain poem
Come come my rain
To clean thy dirty earth
To take off some men
Their money come filth
Let them feel others' misery
How do poor live?
Come my rain to water
To clean my self from the dirt
That the greed has brought Come My rain Let them suffer Let them be in pain
My rain my rain
Their eyes are closed
But just open for their lusts
Wash their sins by their death
Wet their money their weapons
Make it useless
L' argent is just a number that
They fight each other for
Till the last while of their breath
Let them feel the value of the life
More than any thing else
Let them feel the importance
That without being brothers
They would get death and suffers
MHK
Contradicted life
Shall i yell scream shout
smile cry laugh
die live disappear exist
To curse to Praise To mad to cool down to feel to machinize to and to till no end
Am i a human like others.
It seems m
e the only who suffers since I know the truth
It sounds me is the wrong
who is going in the opposite direction
See people kill, murder,
Shall I smile or cry, or make my self blind?
They do kill each other for none sense reasons.
Shall i laugh, or Bleed tears, it is ironic scenery.
shall i commit suicide?
To let you feel up?
To let you realize i am not satisfied?!
Feel The wrong things are going on!
Dont say we cant do about it any thing
We can and we can do more than you can ever think
Would we Stop Victimizing our sons and Women ?
I have seen Bread has been mixed with blood of the kids,
while wars are erupt,
No difference between, old, young, men, women.
Bullets dont differentiate between none.
The Job of a such cursed mental, is just to kill.
These women, kids have made no fault to pay for.
We are not animals, we have minds,
we can avoid having victims.
Dont dehumanize
your own brother, for some money, or some goals you aim to get.
They are more precious.
See in the Iliad, Homer, a great destructive war,
has been launched for the sake of a beautiful woman.
Whole cities have been collapsed.
Too many women, men, kids have died.
If they have been Discussing about this case,
There would be an end
at least a good satisfying decision,
better ten thousand times than the fighting
The Fighting ended up with destruction,
Beside humiliation, and hatred
When shall we avoid these things?
It made Greek people go thousands of years
It is a hungry war
It ate souls and buildings
So please have a piece of mind,
Feel your heart, make the words your only weapon,
The only sword to hold
Dont think I am repeating my self with different words
I write from my pains and sorrow I shall still shout till my voice Have no power to yell
Hope you would wake up even if it is too late
MHK
The misfortunate foreshadowing
Hey you Cassandra
I can feel the curse
That Zeus has you sent
The world will go to war
To massive destruction
No one listens
No one pays attention
It is hard difficult
Painful cruel insane hurting
It is it is it is
Where the world peace
Why does it exist in dictionary?
But never has birth
I am torn of the blood
Of the smell
Of stuck souls
I don’t believe myths
I don’t agree with blinds
But I can see the horrible
the awful truth
MHK
Mosquitoes
You mosquitoes
You stand at the hand of a man
To suck his blood
You do nothing in life but damage
You mosquitoes me leave and all the brothers
Let us live in peace in love away of blood
You misquotes I beg you come and drink
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