Through the winds I follow my stream
as I close my eyes and “feel” the soft breeze
I remain calm with the beauty in my dream.
To hear my thoughts fall down from the sky
As I whisper with my lips for a scream.
“I can not talk,
I can not think,
I can not pray,
as I capre diem.”
He who hears my word
therefore all grant my moon
as I begin my search within my heartbeat tune.
I’m with the shadow,
with the brightest stars in the verse
as I seek my symphony in the unknown.
I’m the beam of sunlight,
the one and only yours truly afterglow.
As the story begins to fall
I surrender my heart for you to
grow,
Although; “I Haven’t met the end of the
story to let go.”
Shall I rise with the sun?
Speak with the moon nearing lunar?
Or as so speak meet my soul halfway
for the hollow glow?
Let me close my eyes
and sleep at last.
To remember the things
that have been haunting me.
I Have left it behind,
behind in the past.
Let me go and let me stand by my soul.
To we both have to say goodbye
because we didn’t outlast.
And I want you to know;
“Let me be the one
to stare with my eyes closed.
No more, no less, to be passed.”
1. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.
2. Answer the questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.
3. Nominate other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions.
4. Notify the nominees about it by commenting on one of their blog posts.
5. List the rules and display a Liebster Blogger Award logo on your post and/or your blog site.
We all know how this riddle goes; I say thanks and you are going to check her out. So that’s what I’m going to do and I’m going to be honest with you guys, I have never met La Luna before. I didn’t know who she was before she nominated me for this amazing Liebster Blogger award. I have accepted her nomination and i’m glad she nominated me. I have found out that she is really new in this community that we call WordPress, So she defiantly deserves the shout out and “thank you come again” appreciation. So, La Luna first I want to say I love your name. It reminds me of the Lunar eclipse. I truly believe you love to read a good book while the moon shines down on your pages to read. Second, I Want you guys to check out her not so many written, but amazing poetry blog. What are you waiting for, La Luna , JUST ONE CLICK AWAY!
I can’t remember exactly when it happened , but i do know this; It happened when I could not express my words by saying it but by writing it down. Later on I noticed that I started to love to write more and more. making up stories in my mind, but I was always afraid to share my work. Like most of us do. Until the whole Covid-19 happened. That’s when things started to change for me.
One of my this time favorite book is by Khaled Hosseini “The Kite Runner”. I think you would love that one.
I think this is stating the obvious, But I think I would have changed my perspective little sooner about writing and starting sharing my work earlier in my life. Being honest, the experience that I have now helps me through writing. To share what I have been through, or what I think. My life’s motto has become; “One community, one goal. To write and to inspire.” and that’s what I want to do. To inspire people around me.
Pfff…. that’s a hard one to say; I think It would be my 3 part series of a break up; Part 1; Plea , Part 2; Heretofore , Part 3; Mirabilia
Easy; Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen.
pff… There are just too many to pick from, Luna. I’m just a happy person that is easily satisfied! I try to live life like it could be my last day.
If I can say now that I have almost quit smoking for 1 year, (1 month away), If I finally have gotten my motorcycle drivers license in the same year and through the same shit. THAN I CAN DO EVERYTHING. It’s my time to shine, It’s my time to accomplish my dream. It’s hard at times, it’s exhausting, but going to the gym helps me to clear my mind and push away aggression, so I can use that motivation and aggression to write.
From all the bets that I have lost in my “younger” years I think running around in my underwear in the middle of the city centre (shopping mall) if we have to keep it PG rated. Wink, wink.
My parents, For giving me a place where I could do whatever I desired, for believing in me and for supporting me whatever I wanted to pursue. Let’s just say my father is my number one fan for my blog at this moment. Just after I have posted it he is ready to read it!
This Is what I love to do; To write and Inspire. Everything that I can imagine doing with these two things I will do and accomplish. I want to be a role model for the ones who doubt them self.
Somewhere in the woods. that would be amazing! LOL
I Want to thank everyone, especially La Luna, for this nomination. but, I also want to take the time to show my love and appreciation to you all! You guys make sure I want to keep writing, to keep sharing and to keep growing! You people are the light in my darkest hours and the shine that guides me through life. I have found my answer, and now its my time to ask questions and to inspire all. The more and more I grow the more I start believing in myself!! You, my lovely followers and likers, friends and inspirers, I want to thank you for the support and love you have been giving me! I couldn’t have done this without you! So please, accept this virtual hug from me and I want you to know I wont forget this, the way you have helped me to feel like one of you guys!
With much love & inspiration written by me,
(Just 5.6 ft. tall with a badass moustache and eager to grow as a writer.)
Jojo Al-waealy
I’m one of the few in a madding crowd,
as they pour their eyes on me
I shake my head out within the cloud.
To not trust me by sight, but feel the relent
of sacred night.
As I speak not for al;
I have my words not spoken loud.
For this I’m not proud.
You see, the agony that I feel from within
has me cornered in frighten spring.
For I am not with the few
I scream with my soul for you to bow
as I am less I have my thoughts avowed.
Brothers and sisters,
this world has too much crime.
It’s our responsibility to define and change,
It’s our duty to relieve us self from pain by time.
To al I say; “Rise up, and show me what you got.”
We have to be the one,
the one that rises and had a battle to be fought.
“Rise up, to the time of diversity.”
Life is a reality
that has been feeling like a fantasy.
As we choose to ignore the facts
That we can’t handle our perspective acts.
Until we collapse;
“We
will
keep
on
building
our cracks.”
.
.
.
To leave one footstep
as we arise.
When time holds up a mirror to my face.
I seek my own enemy;
“As I get not to see I feel this honesty of disgrace.”
When the feel of deception beholds me,
I foul my heart;
“as there was no mere play at place.”
It’s oddly satisfying to know what is not.
To walk this path down by my chase.
I run towards myself at ease,
as I want to follow my stream to earth.
This has not been me to replace.
As I start from the beginning,
To rise one step;
“I seek my inner grace.”
‘Oh hear me dream and wander around you
as you lay your beauty on me to see.’
To open my garden of secrets,
to show you my spirit,
to not cry about the truth.
I found my lashing sky of the blue.
‘Oh hear me fall in distance
as I rise my soul for me to pursue.’
I’m not less,
I’m not more,
I’m in between for a greater déjà vu.
‘Oh hear me roar my brawl
as I stand tall for a wider view.’
You see,
you feel,
you are my world that I belong to.
Oh’ hear me chatter my misery.
Not to heal from pain off oblivion, Do I have this
Endless aspiration of seeking beauty within.
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My grail of massacre from eyes of sin.
Only I can descend and
Realm the chills on my skin. To you I say;
“Eye for an eye as the enemy has been.”
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Complete me and and let me fall for the odds.
Have I not shown you my flaws from the begin?
Answer my question with honesty.
Nor lies of grim to belong. this path we follow
Conflicts our predicted future. To you I say;
“Endless aspiration of seeking beauty within.”
Have I (not) chosen death?
To walk down the road alone
while playing catch with my last breath.
To see me suffer in pain
as blood pours down
I will stand tall to the last drain.
Frames of the past with glimpse of hope.
In your eyes I saw your last wish;
“For me to fall and be caught by your rope.”
To wonder about “What if?”
I walk my last walk,
with my eyes closed I have a last sniff.
Heart pounding faster,
losing my breath,
as deafening as it sounds;
“To slaughter my soul in one piece”
I ask…
for…Me
Pastor.
By the rush of this disaster.
