Zooming

I cant lay hand on her,
she's a manic,
the time when my romanticsm
i was spasm, with my bosom,
overwhelm, what is the contour,
the spasm?
the saps?
the spy?

uuuurgh!!

what through on me, i lay down vacantly,
sexual innuendo?
yes perhaps it could help

inhaling this cigarette,the tip burn rapidly,
like my idea -vanished in split of second,

thought- distort, what kind of life this people have,
hey!!! wake up!!! get a life will ya!!

Back to the Future Rant

Whats life if one can go back to the future,
How history will be ruin,cant see it neither,
Utilize Black hole? , Gaining More route?,
When Our Spaceship , advancing brute?.

Time has passed when we land on moon,
Our species zeal through and grew,
One Small Step for mankind on moon,
a giant leap will follow drew.

Think once for what we had,
now and then, history had fad,
men dies a billion times,
but the ideas stays, dozens
dimes.

But what if we really had,
The  time technology which really act,
how does history will crack,
Unknowingly everything will brag.

But if we really had,
are we gonna put our wants?
after things had been said and done?
course laid and sowed, Years and years,
fought,The ironic and bloat?

Perhaps , as the scientist says,
Change our course, you may,
but not our, olden days ,
The physic law , insist today,
As there exist Parallel Universe,
a theory Known But hardly converse,

We the earth Custodian ,
How will we learn to be Guardian ,
If we alter our previous action,
not knowing the consequence,
and to  learn from apprehension,
to gain from devastation,
to err and to penitence,
and to be,
a person.

Time Machine is childish mind,
To escape blame and to subjugate time,
when all things corrected everything looks fine,
How "Hawash" it is as a friend would mime


Noor Mehmet

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;         5   Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,         10   And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.         15   I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost (1874–1963)

An Old Story

STRANGE that I did not know him then,
That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had
To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him
Once, in my pride! . . .
I never knew the worth of him
Until he died.

Ballad of the Ship

The Children of the Night

FOR those that never know the light,
The darkness is a sullen thing;
And they, the Children of the Night,
Seem lost in Fortune's winnowing.

But some are strong and some are weak, --
And there's the story. House and home
Are shut from countless hearts that seek
World-refuge that will never come.

And if there be no other life,
And if there be no other chance
To weigh their sorrow and their strife
Than in the scales of circumstance,

'T were better, ere the sun go down
Upon the first day we embark,
In life's imbittered sea to drown,
Than sail forever in the dark.

But if there be a soul on earth
So blinded with its own misuse
Of man's revealed, incessant worth,
Or worn with anguish, that it views

No light but for a mortal eye,
No rest but of a mortal sleep,
No God but in a prophet's lie,
No faith for "honest doubt" to keep;

If there be nothing, good or bad,
But chaos for a soul to trust, --
God counts it for a soul gone mad,
And if God be God, He is just.

And if God be God, He is Love;
And though the Dawn be still so dim,
It shows us we have played enough
With creeds that make a fiend of Him.

There is one creed, and only one,
That glorifies God's excellence;
So cherish, that His will be done,
The common creed of common sense.

It is the crimson, not the gray,
That charms the twilight of all time;
It is the promise of the day
That makes the starry sky sublime;

It is the faith within the fear
That holds us to the life we curse; --
So let us in ourselves revere
The Self which is the Universe!

Let us, the Children of the Night,
Put off the cloak that hides the scar!
Let us be Children of the Light,
And tell the ages what we are!

The Long Hill

I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down--
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always grabbing at the hem of my gown.

All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me--
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.

It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown--
But it's no use now to think of turning back,
The rest of the way will be only going down.

Sara Teasdale

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Barter

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.

Sara Teasdale

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Peace

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies, --
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.

Sara Teasdale, (1915)

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In the Train

Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.

The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,
Steel blue twilight in the world,
And in my heart a timid star.

Sara Teasdale, (1915)

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Joy

I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!

I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!

Sara Teasdale, (1915)

Someone Like You

Maybe i met you too early
maybe we aren't suppose to meet
but why keep on denying when
the love has its own means.

flow glow and glory it goes
love of life to unite two souls
why thy love growing in ye
nay Gods can asunder