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Friday, April 29, 2005

Parody of life

I drink because I'm lonely,
I drink because i'm sad,
This bottle is the bestest friend I think i've ever had!
People are so fickle, friends, they come and go.
But this here "amber nectar"will always be on flow!
It takes away the heartache,it takes away the pain,
Until that morning madness comes around again!
Oh! see how eyes bore into me as I lay upon this bench,
Kids never e're come near to me they cannot take the stench!
I want to be more homely, I want to be right clean,
But people they don't give a damn, they don't know what I mean, when I call for a handout, and just a couple'o' bob
They think that I will blow it all, to them I'm just a slob!
I'll have to make the effort, and struggle off down home,
Even though I'll know that it will be a night alone,
All that I have loved and lost,
All that I ever held dear,
I've sacrificed, because I never could stay clear of Beer!

Just a boy
Published on 11/04/05 at 01:20:12 GMT by homer1uk2000

Out of puff and overweight,but yet still I ran, stones in palm kept squeezing them, took away the pain!
Through slam gate and oe'r the mountain, past the burning dump,
sweating swearing hoping yearning how my heart does thump! There's a fellow up ahead he's swaying to and fro,
gotta get ahead of him gotta have a go!
Can't be last through the school gate can't be laughing stock!
Boy but if I came in first, headmaster'd have a shock!
Always ridiculing me, always having fun
at my cost and at my hope, but when this day is done.
Gonna win this cross country,
I'm gonna win this race,
just to see the look upon this so called 'teacher's' face!
As I near the finish, as my race is won
I look and see the face that knew all that I had began. He KNEW I had it in me, He KNEW I would excell, for this was part of his great plan, and boy he knew it well!
His smile as I strode past the line, his eyes they held the tale,
He wanted me to win that day,
He knew, no way, I'd fail!
And so, to all my fellow chums
who go to school this day,
Don't get despondent at the things you suffer on the way,
You never know what friends you have until things get up tight,
And sometimes you will be suprised at who,is knowing wrong from right!

Tuesday, April 26, 2005


Fading - Poem By Venus Faiq

You should have arrived much earlier,
Before history starts;
Before dreaming starts.

You should have arrived much earlier,
In order to know you;
In order to introduce you,
to the dawn of my life;
to my mother;
to my childhood friends.

You should have arrived much earlier,
Before love starts;
Before the apple ripens;
Before Adam’s repulsion from Eden.

You should have arrived much earlier,
Before my lifetime gets as long as the way that takes me back;
Before the season of good-bye starts;
Before the season of sorrow and separation;
Before the season of crying and isolation.

You should have arrived much earlier,
Before leaving the tribes behind, near me,
To be burned alive;
Before getting any lessons from the girls,
I see being violated.

You know!
Your arrival now is nonsense!
What is the point of arriving,
After the beginning;
After the event.

Now, it is too late!
You pass by my voice.

LONELY SECRETS
A life of harsh sorrows has killed the butterfly of my desire
Spilling the wine in the love-glass of my youth

The mist of the bleak days has become so dark
The love scenes of my heart were cloaked in despair

Lonely nights have smothered the flame of my hope-candle
The hopeless-hands have strangled the euphoria of my innermost melodies

And now, exposing the wounds
Of my distressed emotions
I wonder in the mazes of my soul’’s wilderness

In the dark nights of my loneliness, I retrace my steps blindly
There is no hand that can rescue me from this abandonned grave

There is no beauty to lend her soft heart for my stressed head
Or to release my exhaustion on her warm lap

My weak eyes gaze bewildered into the dark nights
There are no two vivid eyes to illuminate my avenues

Except for sad wings
And scary nights
There is no light

There is no a single princes who pushes me her desire
Her secrets revives my dieing and crumpled talent

Her laughter removes the gloomy fog on my eyes
Keep me content in a way crying baby comfort

Yes, when I listen except for my distressed heart
Which quietly reveals my deep hidden mysteries

There is no sound
Anywhere around
Neither beating of wings nor sighing of breath

Written in Sulemani in 1951

Note:
KurdishMedia.com (Transalated) - By Dr Rebwar Fatah | 20/09/2002
Translated from Sorani Kurdish and adopted to English language by Dr Rebwar Fatah

By Ahmad Hardi

History:
The Poet

Hardi was born in 1922 into a family of intellectuals in the City of Sulemani. His name is Ahmad, the son of Hassan Bag the son of Aziz Bag the son of Karim Bagzada. Hardi taught and lectured at the University of Sulemani and later in Salahadin. He currently lives in London. I have the pleasure of knowing Hardi for many years.

Modern Kurdish poetry has been significantly influenced by Hardi despite the fact that he has not written extensively. He possesses a deep knowledge of Kurdish, Arabic, and Persian literature, particularly classical literature.

Hardi’s book of poetry was first published in 1957 and reprinted in 1984. The second edition contains some new poems and updated interpretations of previous poems.

Hardi produces beautiful poetry through carefully chosen and original words and phrases. His talent for weaving internal melodies into his poetry has led to many of his poems being turned into songs. Hardi has created some powerful poetic images, which are all original and utilised some original glossary for his poetry.

Hardi wrote most of his poetry in his youth which may explain why there is a theme of loneliness and disappointment in them.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

This song expresses in true words what I seem to be going through right now



Painting Pictures Of Egypt

I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
The places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling after me like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
The place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
It wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

CHORUS:
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacked
The future seems so hard
And I want to go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I"ve learned
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
Caught between the promise
And the things I know

BRIDGE:
If it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

sarah groves

Wednesday, April 20, 2005


silent lucidity

so after all those one night stands,
you've ended up with heart in hand
a child alone,
on your own...retreating
regretful for the things you're not,
and all the thingas you haven't got
without a home,
a heart of stone...lies bleeding
and for all the roads you followed,and for all you did not find
and for all the dreams you have to leave behind
your childhood eyes were so intense,while bartering your innocence
for bits of string,the grown up wings...you needed
but when you have to add the up,you found that they were not enough
to get you in,pay for sins repeated
and for all the years you borrowed,and for all the tears you hide
and for all the fears you have to keep inside
i am the way,i am the light,i am the dark inside the night
i hear your hopes,i feel your dreams,and in the dark i hear your screams
don't walk away,just take my hand,and when you make your final stand
i'll be right there,i'll never leave,and all i ask of you is...believe!
i never wanted to know,never wanted to see,
i wasted my time till time wasted me
i never wanted to go,i always wanted to stay,
'cause the persons i am are the part that i play
so i plot and i plan,and i hope and i scheme,
to the lure of the night filled with unfinished dreams
and i'm holding on tight to a world gone astray
as they charge me for years i can no longer pay
all i ask of you is ....believe!!!

silent lucidity

Saturday, April 02, 2005


Keys

Was it something that you said?
Or was it something you read?
'belief is speculation'
Spiritual Provocation
vibrational manipulation...
or something.

Why was it that you cried?
Did you find yourself tied?
'Mind' is a physical prison,
an illusion & a fake vision.
Perfect for indecision
or something...else,
perhaps?

Why did you go
and turn against the flow?
Returning to the source
is always nice, of course.
But only if you can re-open all those locked doors.
Now where did I leave those damn keys?


©2005 Jason James Bearne