I've got a lot of things on my mind

Tearing the ideas from the papers of my mind
The words come crashing, flooding my thoughts into trepidations – sinking my memories into drowning realisations
Mumbling phantoms dispersed with dark magic of reality
All my numbness increases toppled with a fumbled insanity
Too much greatness I wish to become – I hold them to cherish so they are not forgotten – softening under the winter cold sun of expensive gas bills – they become rotten while I pay the long bill -

I’ve got a lot of things on my mind
From reports and drawings and senses in time
To mistakes and anger and rhythms of rhyme
From anxieties and pleasures, comforts and depressions
To success and tears, madness and strange expressions

Too many symptoms book their place; too many attitudes put their fist in my face
I want to defend, back stab have justice in my arms
But I’m only cradling guilt melted in charm

Too many things on my mind
From a broken heart where do I start?
To peace and love and all that beauty up above
From whose fault was it, who’s to blame?
To why has it turned out this way and will it stay

How many people stare at my metaphors?
I wonder what they think when I’m reflected
Have my intentions been detected or are they just guessing
As well as repressing all my accomplishments

My emotions are now in the missing
I’ve got too much to think about
How much I’m educated
Are my brain cells beautifully populated or are they really just crazily isolated

How does it all link up, these cities with streetlights that in the end project their functions on to me so I can reject all that I see or take it up as light shadows existence in the darkness along the glowing rivers that I walk nearby with a lover in the sky
Hoping that I follow the invisibility of fate so I can intimately meet him waiting on the second we should forever be

Is that the method it becomes or is it a totally different sum
By minimising the heart and adding the falls multiply calls and divide spells, you get the fantasies with discoveries that I can’t stop thinking about

...........way toooooo many things lurking deep in the crevices of my imaginations or are they scientific hallucinations? Trying to gain definitions in the moments of these separations of earth and the galaxies of my space that I need to wisp into to think about all the all too many things that make up my mind

I yearn to believe and perceive
Function and suction all the pain out of my mind

Echoes in my mind_(I want)

I want to be dark, hidden but real

Covered, True and Feel

I want to be passionate, lustful and desirable

But I beg to be clean, beautiful and admirable

They should have

They should have traveled together

They should have tried

To stay together forever

But something has died

They were once strong and kind

But reality changes people's mind

Time doesn't always heal

Sometimes it ruins how you once used to feel

They should have been an example

To what true love means

They should have never forgotten their beautiful sample

But now they are made up of deteriorating scenes

Unforgiveness

Impatience, Misunderstanding

And Blame

4 terrible words to take away what once easily came

They should have stayed in each others company

Filled with good memories

That they made through history

That should have been written for eternity

But scrolls of tragedy

Are being formed in their galaxy

As stars become weak

And get dim as we speak

Flickering mistakes until it gets dark

They can't even miss that no more do they spark

Darker and darker - their relationship sinks

Into the depths of misery as silence links

Their eyes and their thoughts

They should have helped one another to never give up

They should have told their Love to never stop

They

Should

Have

..............Done a lot of things to save it all

But they did a thousand things to bring their fall

I miss what they were and what they should have been

But at least I have it in memory to cherish ,alive and clean

The only archive of evidence

Of what is no more seen

Life in Ransom_Being Modest

Being Modest is a form of beauty. It is difficult to control your words and actions to be Modest - and when Modesty shows in your personality, you will be full of colour.

Life in Ransom - Desert eye

You will never have beautiful eyes if you have envy and jealousy in your heart -

Always you will feel in a desert location, never feeling anything but thirst - and it is like shooting your heart and your soul - Look after what you have -

Life in Ransom - The promise

So many question marks around why you would hide? - Never hide - It is tiring for your bright soul to hide all that light. Leave it a promise to everything in you that you will never be limited and never under -

Life in Ransom - My fight

Fight for what you want. Make it a superior masterpiece, the end result. Fighting for what you believe will always let you stay in bloom - everything in you will become real and fresh - when you fight for what you desire.

Everything is cool... Hijab style.(POW)

Picture Of Words - This collection shows that you can be modernly beautiful and full of life by being Islamic and in love with your religion.

Ramadan - (POW)

Picture of words showing how muslims celebrate ramadan wherever they are in the world and they try to keep

Ramadan رمضان- A Devils Love

This series is so interesting, educational and most of all intimidating to the heart and mind of what a devils love really is - wicked and evil - and falling to our weakness and bad intentions are only the beginning of a losing desperate road if we ever do fall in love with a devils love -
Nothing makes us feel more helpless, and so torn apart, broken down and lost than listening to the devil-
Nothing is more harder than fighting the temptation to give in to whatever seems so reasonable and lustful at the time - but deep in our goodness we know its a powerful lie, defeat of a challenge - and nothing is less attractive than a quitter
This battle we should never give in to- to win ourselves and not let this fake devils love win us over temporarily and we need to prove to ourselves the meaning and loyalty that we hold internally, and keep our souls strong and clean for God to see.

I was really moved by this series called - abaleeso and I hope it will be a striking truth for young people to learn from (THIS IDEA AND THE REST OF THEM) -

This one is involved with Ramadan - so what better time than to hear it now before Ramadan ends.

State of the Sudan Forest

This poem is written by my Grandfather symbolising his love of forestry.

1. Glorious were Sudan forests, centuries ago.
2. A massive Greenery kingdom, high and low.
3. Where grass and bush and giant trees grow.
4. And dazzling flower color gleam and glow.
5. A breathtaking beautiful and natural show.
6. Where perennial streams of clear water flow.
7. And gentle and coool refreshing winds blow.
8. Bees, butterflies, birds and game come and go.
9. Lion, leopard, rhino, rabbit, fish, fox and crow.
10. Lads and lasses dance, sing, and laugh ho-ho.
11. Play prey plant and sow and hoe and mow.
12. Paradise on earth that God to them bestow.

/My Space/ - DEF POETRY

Def poetry is one of the best shows for beautiful poetry - This poem - MY SPACE - is so well said and very meaningful, I had to put it here.