Blue Verses

truth is things we appreciate, they are loved because they freely open and give not wait to receive only.  sun doesn't shine for itself, river doesn't drink from its water, tree doesn't eat it's fruits and Jesus didn't die for himself. Stop saying you're not loved You're the cause of everything. As you can't open hands to give but wait to receive only. An open hand that gives An open hand that receive Where shall possession be lied If you still hold on the Olds. Life isn't about self or ego Life is about love and soul The veritable truth.

Parfois, les vents sont frais. Ils soufflent ma chaleur Et conduis-moi dans le ruisseau, Où je peux voir le coucher de soleil africain Et ressens l'amour qui ne peut pas mentir, Mon coeur grandit pour prendre soin Et admirer chaque instant. Le vrai moment que je ne peux pas oublier Savoir comme aujourd'hui c'est La promesse que je me suis donnée Avant que le temps ne soit écoulé Et tout reste sont des regrets de choses Nous n'avons pas utilisé et chances Ce que nous n'avons pas pris. Nous sommes tous tombés brisés, Nous pleurons parfois, Nous nous sentons coupables de désordre que nous n'avons pas arrangé, Nous vivons des jours sans fondement, Et gaspille de beaux moments, Nous oublions que personne n'a Promesse de demain. Mais maintenant est à moi et à toi, Pour pardonner et s'excuser, Pour donner et être reconnaissant, Pour réconforter et reconstruire, Aimer et le dire. Parfois, les sentiments s...

Sometimes winds are cool. They blow away my warmth    And lead me in the brook, Where I can see African sunset And feel the love that can't lie, My heart grows big to care And admire every single moment. The true moment I can't forget Know as today for it is The promise I gave myself Before the time is up And all left are regrets of things We didn't use and chances That we didn't take. We all fell broken, We sometimes cry, We feel guilty of mess we didn’t clean, We live groundless days, And waste lovely moments, We forget that none has Promise of tomorrow.        But now is mine and yours, To forgive and apologize, To give and be thankful, To comfort and rebuild, To love and mean it. Sometimes feelings are cool They blow away my anger  And lead me home where Everything is beautiful.

Once in hundreds of decades Love burst to soak the dried land Long and clean weel got dug up, To serve water in drought counties For it was the only way to save the nation.       Upon her way...going to fetch She met a simple, good looking man but looking tired and exhausted with long journey, that drain his throat and make him sit on the well.                                           After pulling a full heavy skin bag of water She received a request of giving.  Giving a little to quench man's thirsty. Astonishment feelings sprung her face for she didn't expect anything like a request.       The king humbled to ask with simplicity. That He may give his life as ransom to save the nation. He blessed wicked Samar...

Once in hundreds of decades Love burst to soak the dried land Long and clean weel got dug up, To serve water in drought counties For it was the only way to save the nation.       Upon her way...going to fetch She met with a simple, good looking man but who seemed to be tired. The love were sitting on the well.                                           After pulling a full heavy skin bag of water She got a request if giving.  Astonishment feelings sprung her face for she didn't expect anything.        The king humbled to ask with simplicity. That He may give his life as ransom to save the nation. He blessed wicked Samaritans He saved furious Romans He died for disrespected Africans Just to save cursed hum...

Deux heures reste et c'est fait Je veux dire que le jour sera parti La journée de la femme va abandonner Et l'ère des hommes redémarre Comme l'aube de l'équinoxe Parce que ça va durer longtemps. Pourquoi ont-elles accepté tout cela? Seulement un jour dans l'année Seulement une pierre dans les carrières Seulement une goutte dans toute la mer J'aurais aimé que ça n'ait pas été ça Mais cela durera longtemps. Nous avons seulement deux sexes Mâle et femelle . c'est évident Quel sens cela va-t-il faire? Si un jour est destiné à Les femmes ... les femmes et les filles Sont les jours qui reste pour les hommes? Peut-être que le temps guérira ... ouais! Mais entre ce que nous allons être la? Le changement est-il loin d'être touché? La vérité est-elle silencieuse pour être entendue? Fidèlement, ce n'est pas juste. Bien que cela va durer si longtem...

Two hours left and it's done I mean the day will be gone Woman's day will give up And men's era restart As the dawn of equinox Because it will last for long. Why did they accept this all? Only a day in the year Only a stone in quarries Only a drop in the whole sea I wish it wouldn't have been this But it will last for long. We have only two gender Male and female . it's obvious What sense will it make If one day is destined for Women...women and girls Are the rest days for men? Maybe time will heal...yeah! But in between what we'll it be there? Are the change far to be touched? Is truth to silent to be heard? Faithfully, this aren't fair. Though it will last for so long.

Laws are nothing but Small meaningless fearful Terms that uniform some Of your fence bands To invent artificial truth Bearded in wombs of liars. They are simply created To uproot poor in livings And swallow their bone’s Alive for they have no Saviors among sailors. My eyes had seen righteous slayers behind white garments Leading the shepherdless cattles in dry deserted farms Where a drop of water Hit an elephant not for It’s Heaviness but rarest… more than eyes can see And Words can illustrate I had experienced. but what make me Cry is the false beliefs Of paradise they will never see? So why many chest sound as Hammer factories where hearts Are rythm less drum over the Cliffs of quarries … what is Behind of their weathered Smiles that sting like swords. Monopolistic predators own it's all. victims among beggars Get condemned the same Penalties of carrying the world On their shoulders? Maybe its The fact of no law, no sin but F...

My heart was beating...hard, As my brain can't stand the league. The league Wich I was running in, I was in midst of cosmetic ideas Some ecoes told me to say it While caution warned me bitterly.           I encouraged my self and sighed I cleaned my throat and I sang the song of my wishes As the sonic radius invaded her ears And explored her loving heart. Luckily! I played her favorite song, In the tremendous lyrical sweetness, That she can't even whisper her feelings She nodded her head. And that was a fantastic yes to me. We hugged and laughed, Our hands held each others, As our heart bound one another. We stepped in world of hearts, Where all the moves are awesome.

Mon cœur battait ... dur, Comme mon cerveau ne peut pas supporter la ligue. La ligue dans laquelle je courais, J'étais au milieu des idées cosmétiques Quelques échos m'ont dit de le dire Alors que la prudence m'a averti amèrement. Je me suis encouragé et j'ai soupiré J'ai nettoyé ma gorge et J'ai chanté la chanson de mes voeux Comme le rayon sonore a envahi ses oreilles Et a exploré son cœur aimant. Heureusement! J'ai joué sa chanson préférée, Dans la formidable douceur lyrique, Qu'elle ne peut même pas murmurer ses sentiments Elle hocha la tête. Et c'était un oui fantastique pour moi. Nous nous sommes étreints et avons ri, Nos mains se sont tenues, Comme notre coeur s'est lié. Nous sommes entrés dans le monde des coeurs, Où tous les mouvements sont impressionnants.