tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19229130152203364072024-02-07T16:52:18.606-08:00*Midnight Sun*Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-30447088163474881102015-05-20T00:36:00.004-07:002015-05-20T00:36:51.093-07:00بحر<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
لطالما سمعت انين البحر الباكي<br />
يقذف ماءه الي موجا... شاكي<br />
يذرف دمعا ... ينفض رملا<br />
هذا البحر مسكين .. صار ملجأ للهاربين<br />
يأتون لنسيان كلمة ..<br />
أو تذكر جملة ..<br />
بعدها يعودون ..<br />
ليظل بيت البحر خالي<br />
يسهر الليالي الوحيدة ..<br />
مع ضوء القمر<br />
هل أتاه الخبر؟<br />
عن سفينة غرقت و معها ..<br />
كاد أن يموت ركابها<br />
لولا دموع المطر<br />
هذا صنيعك يا بحر<br />
أغرقت تلك السفينة<br />
و ضربتها بآهات القهر.<br />
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Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-15127683937195262962013-07-30T17:41:00.001-07:002013-07-30T17:41:34.884-07:00Rat race<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ezra finally decided<br />
He's not staying around<br />
It took hefty amounts of thought<br />
And silver balls of steel<br />
The final escape is real.<br />
<br />
He had it with his town<br />
Crowded streets 'nd busy malls<br />
"Have to" people plain as dolls<br />
Might as well be empty halls<br />
Ezra's keeping his seeds<br />
Here they'll grow to be weeds.<br />
<br />
Finally the bags are packed<br />
The moment came<br />
With no turning back<br />
Or even a peak out the window<br />
His country is already a widow.<br />
<br />
The years passed by<br />
Not quickly, not badly<br />
Ezra is settled, gladly<br />
Where seasons roll<br />
He gave the quest his all.<br />
<br />
Where men took life<br />
Like a smack on the face<br />
Ezra went against the norms<br />
And abandoned the rat race. </div>
Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-83806757556955882492012-11-28T05:09:00.000-08:002012-11-28T05:09:31.996-08:00Yesterday's Echos <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
*Been a while since<br />
the day I stood<br />
abeam the aquas of Pacifica!<br />
and I can't help<br />
but to think to myself<br />
how did I stop missing ya?<br />
<br />
*Cruised across the back-roads<br />
and through the clear windshield<br />
I looked at ya ...<br />
straight at the eyes I knew,<br />
those intimate things ..<br />
whispers and fingers on my chins ..<br />
were just a replica.<br />
<br />
*Off to the apron I walk<br />
13 grassy steps to the Seneca ..<br />
Luggage is set, a one man flight<br />
far east towards the island of Failaka. </div>
Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-53821838024302095412012-08-22T13:20:00.002-07:002012-08-22T13:20:56.605-07:00shout-out<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">read my poems </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">in which you'll sail away </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">on a one man boat </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">heading east to the seas of Norway </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">read each word </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">eat them by the letters </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">your appetite, </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">will swirl-tongue its way</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">to an ecstasy </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">of whole cream milk ...</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">and butter;</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">your eyes might shutter,</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, Bitstream Vera Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">that would be expected,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, Bitstream Vera Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">a golfer new to my course</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, Bitstream Vera Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">is an anxious duffer.</span></span></div>
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Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-34285091139112318192012-06-12T05:47:00.000-07:002012-06-12T05:47:48.928-07:00Song of Sorrow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My poetry books ...<br />
scattered everywhere<br />
been looking for the verse,<br />
the right line i'm willing to share<br />
<br />
my poetry books ...<br />
I have read them all<br />
not a single poem,<br />
is up for the repair<br />
<br />
And the words kept flowing,<br />
out of my mind<br />
looking for that sentence,<br />
that could help re-wind<br />
<br />
It's hard it's complicated<br />
Blurry ... & pixelated<br />
my being has depreciated<br />
so i will close my eyes.<br />
`-.<br />
`--~.<br />
`-_______<br />
My poetry books ...<br />
flying in the air<br />
searching for the right words<br />
before it gets too late<br />
<br />
my poetry books ...<br />
don't you let me down<br />
just tell me what to say<br />
your line could save my fate<br />
<br />
And the ink started dripping ...<br />
out of my pen<br />
shaping up my story<br />
one that'll help me win<br />
<br />
It's bright ... It's liberating<br />
brilliant ... & fascinating<br />
my life is captivating<br />
so I will raise my head.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-25501367035901749922012-05-06T15:46:00.000-07:002012-05-06T15:46:26.149-07:00Vegas ... across town<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
left hand <div>
on left cheek...<div>
right hand </div>
<div>
on the steering wheel...</div>
<div>
smooth jazz</div>
</div>
<div>
105.7</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
just passed the Stratosphere</div>
<div>
rainbow lights,</div>
<div>
on empty streets...</div>
<div>
mellowing the vibes ,</div>
<div>
of my atmosphere...</div>
<div>
volume knob twisted</div>
<div>
smooth jazz</div>
<div>
105.7</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
traffic lights in rhyme</div>
<div>
one turns red,</div>
<div>
the other already lime...</div>
<div>
not sure when to get there</div>
<div>
this time I have plenty of time</div>
<div>
amid a soft subtle tune,</div>
<div>
played by Earl Hines...</div>
<div>
smooth jazz</div>
<div>
105.7</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
a glance at the rear-view mirror</div>
<div>
stars and meteors,</div>
<div>
or maybe the Strip and downtown </div>
<div>
garage door opening... </div>
<div>
it's time to shutdown </div>
<div>
volume knob pressed</div>
<div>
smooth jazz</div>
<div>
105.7</div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">You're sad ...</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Don't be ...</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">It's only a matter of time </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">the buzz will settle down</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">and the people will go back to their homes</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">and silence will start to re-conquer the living room<br />and the half empty wine glasses will be left alone<br />---<br />You're sad ...<br />Don't be ...<br />what happened ...<br />cannot go back<br />what happened ...<br />something you'll always think about<br />---<br />You're sad...<br />Don't be ...<br />you, like every one<br />had to risk his chance.</span> </span></div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-20299472177928819512012-01-30T04:44:00.001-08:002012-01-30T04:44:58.975-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
I'm not going to<br />
tell you what goes in my mind ...<br />
simply because,<br />
it will overly astound you.<br />
I will not share<br />
the dreams of my memorable yesterdays ...<br />
just because,<br />
they will only stabilize<br />
fears that long lived ...<br />
inside you.<br />
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line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-56121223984168990862011-10-26T09:58:00.000-07:002011-10-26T10:03:06.956-07:00Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-41543972911531194682011-10-22T07:16:00.000-07:002011-10-23T11:36:58.415-07:00Beautiful~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvkD_ZTWZUBiwLw-VaOdcEoOOqXi-oTOHJOme8o0R_ZVNHb3C8UAIKNtWSMQMj9zoqjds11__1oZJE6kC2vM36KjCx2PqBJW_BzZQVHpW5KQMHYfiEUMLArwR_SZbHyHpeuj4vh7X9Rgy/s1600/girl-butterfly.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvkD_ZTWZUBiwLw-VaOdcEoOOqXi-oTOHJOme8o0R_ZVNHb3C8UAIKNtWSMQMj9zoqjds11__1oZJE6kC2vM36KjCx2PqBJW_BzZQVHpW5KQMHYfiEUMLArwR_SZbHyHpeuj4vh7X9Rgy/s320/girl-butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666757556989172610" /></a><b><i><br /></i></b><div><b><i>you look beautiful...</i></b></div><div><b><i> as if there's no ... tomorrow</i></b></div><div><b><i> as if the sun will remain ... at rise</i></b></div><div><b><i> you look beautiful...</i></b></div><div><b><i> as if the butterflies</i></b></div><div><b><i> will not cease to flare</i></b></div><div><b><i> drifting under</i></b></div><div><b><i> the reflection of your cheeks</i></b></div><div><b><i> you look beautiful...</i></b></div><div><b><i> in a way no painter ... can draw</i></b></div><div><b><i> and no camera ... could shoot</i></b></div><div><b><i> you look beautiful</i></b></div><div><b><i> and every thing around</i></b></div><div><b><i> because of that</i></b></div><div><b><i> I too</i></b></div><div><b><i> am</i></b></div><div><b><i> starting to look</i></b></div><div><b><i> but not quite</i></b></div><div><b><i> as </i></b></div><div><b><i>beautiful!</i></b></div><div><br /></div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-61528073091977715502011-10-08T08:18:00.000-07:002011-10-08T08:20:18.946-07:00~some~<div><b>sometimes i loose track</b></div><div><b>something's just not right</b></div><div><b>somehow i feel a vibe</b></div><div><b>somesay it's how i act</b></div><div><b>one day i'll figure out</b></div><div><b>why thoughts are hard to crack</b></div><div><b> right now i'll just sit back</b></div><div><b> and watch peoples' mind react.</b></div><div><br /></div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-68327643821832766122011-09-05T08:23:00.000-07:002011-09-05T08:25:13.604-07:00Leave...<div><b>Leave ... </b></div><div><b> If well deep inside you</b></div><div><b> a tear is waiting to be shed.</b></div><div><b>Leave ...</b></div><div><b> If the faces around you</b></div><div><b> have nothing to be said.</b></div><div><b>Leave ...</b></div><div><b> for the hymns of joy</b></div><div><b> are yet to be loudly read.</b></div><div><b>Leave ...</b></div><div><b> so the sun can finally rise </b></div><div><b> and warm the hairs upon your head.</b></div><div><b>Leave ...</b></div><div><b> and go to the far away coast</b></div><div><b> its Golden sand is aching to be stepped~</b></div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-65836793290744817892011-07-24T10:28:00.000-07:002011-07-24T11:20:42.798-07:00tell me why I try ?I want you,<div> even though good-bye is</div><div> near by ...</div><div>I want you,</div><div> yet something seems to</div><div> keep blinding my eye ...</div><div>I like you,</div><div> but why doing so</div><div> is in itself ... a try ?</div><div>I like you,</div><div> despite my awareness</div><div> of your attempted lie ...</div><div>I'm leaving,</div><div> you can have the rest of our time</div><div> for you to ... fry!</div><div>I'm leaving,</div><div> remember my words </div><div> for the sake of</div><div> the next ... guy!</div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-12664075913182784302011-06-26T08:58:00.000-07:002012-11-09T14:00:10.940-08:00الممرضه<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>كالجندي المجهول ... </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>...تكون الممرضه<br />على شفاه المرضى ... </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>تزرع إبتسامه...<br />وتسهر الأيام والليالي للإنسان ...</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>...بلا منامه<br />تراها ترعى رعاياها ... </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>كرعاية الأب الحنون</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b> ... لليتامى<br />بأناملها تعالج ... </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>وبيديها تداوي ...</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b> وبعينيها تواسي</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><b>أما بقلبها الحنون...</b></span></span></div>
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Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-45896841018674935072011-06-26T05:53:00.001-07:002011-06-26T05:53:57.161-07:00سقط جفني عليهايا من سقط جفني عليها<div>ففتحت أبواب السحاب</div><div>يا من هَوَت روحي إليها</div><div>فَتَشَرعت بَوابة السماء</div><div>وانشرحت فيني روحي الضائعه</div><div>و أصبحت هائما في أجواء خيالك</div><div>أجول بين غيومك البيضاء الناصعه</div><div>وأطير عبر فكرك ... الخلاب</div><div>يا من سقط جفني عليها</div><div>فيك وجدت ضالتي</div><div>و بك ...</div><div>ضللت نفسي</div><div>______</div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-28172563168951112772011-06-19T04:40:00.000-07:002011-06-19T07:36:01.392-07:00void ...<div>where myself currently ...</div><div>resides !<div><div>unsure ... </div><div>uncertain ...</div><div>unaware ...</div></div></div><div>of it's empty-full position.</div><div>running from ...</div><div>escaping to ...</div><div>hiding in ...</div><div>me !</div><div><br /></div><div>the world is pretty ...</div><div>but no nation feels right.</div><div>the earth keeps spinning ...</div><div>and no ticket gets me where I want.</div><div>a big board filled with destinations,</div><div>yet no place where my heart can ... act.</div><div>Spent a long summer ... fall ... and winter searching ...</div><div>living out of an old backpack.</div><div>and when my time was ... out.</div><div>to my home ... I came back.</div><div>only to find out.</div><div>only to conclude.</div><div>that no tickets were ever needed.</div><div>no rides were meant to be done.</div><div>all what myself really wanted.</div><div>In your Heart ... yearning to become~</div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-31930235806190270162011-05-15T07:23:00.000-07:002011-05-15T10:29:41.133-07:00كلمه بسيطهبسيطة هي الكلمات ... فقوليها<div>لي ان كان في نفسك ... إعتبار</div><div>وجميلة هي المشاعر ... فعبريها</div><div>لقلبي ان كان في روحك ... نفسي</div><div>انا كنت و مازلت لعينيك ... أسير</div><div>واريد ان اكون لك سجين</div><div>فاعتقليني...</div><div>خذيني إلى زنزانتك</div><div>فسوف أعترف</div><div>ولسوف تسمعين</div><div>ما كنت تريدين...</div>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-26713261892610487222011-04-16T12:06:00.000-07:002011-04-16T12:07:28.118-07:00about me...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana, 'Bitsream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; ">I may be somewhat poetic,<br />some have said that i'm an expressionist,<br />I'm not the best when it comes to being a self-descriptionist !<br />I like to lay what I have on the table so no need to be very vigilant !<br />Just try me and we'll see if things turn out to be truly...Legitimate!</span>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-413897899780681022011-02-02T16:11:00.001-08:002011-02-02T16:34:17.605-08:00*The One*<em>Are you the one</em><br /><em>I always thought of ?</em><br /><em>are you the one</em><br /><em>my heart has always imagined?</em><br /><em>are you my daily wake up dream?</em><br /><em>the warm presence that sleeps next to me</em><br /><em>the juicy sweet fruit that is ever fulfilling me</em><br /><em>the rose-water mist that keeps reminding me</em><br /><em>of the nights we'll spend together</em><br /><em>joyfully staring at each other</em><br /><em>with soft looks, from one to the other</em><br /><em>so persuasive of each other</em><br /><em>to Love us , and no other</em><br /><em>and Live , like never</em><br /><em>not counting the hours,</em><br /><em>but counting the kisses</em><br /><em>not remembering the years</em><br /><em>but recalling the stories</em><br /><em>of our immense glories</em><br /><em>so, my dear misses</em><br /><em>are you the One ?!</em>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-40181092097368081332011-02-02T16:11:00.000-08:002011-02-02T16:24:32.272-08:00*The One*Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-55000388633547159362011-01-30T08:38:00.000-08:002011-01-30T08:48:39.283-08:00Sweet Old Acquaintance<strong><em>What happened to you ?</em></strong><br /><strong><em>my sweet old acquaintance</em></strong><br /><strong><em>what happened to your ocean visits?</em></strong><br /><strong><em>where your hair would breeze with the air . . .</em></strong><br /><strong><em>what happened to your eastern european reveries?</em></strong><br /><strong><em>and the backpack . . . of your dreams</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Like a Zambian sunrise !</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I miss your eyes . . .</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Like a broken hearted teenager!</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I want your smile . . .</em></strong><br /><strong><em>I want it back</em></strong><br /><strong><em>that warmness in your presence</em></strong><br /><strong><em>It shall forever in my soul . . . last</em></strong><br /><strong><em>for my friend is gone</em></strong><br /><strong><em>and left me with</em></strong><br /><strong><em>an Old Acquaintance.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong>Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-2543074762434983862010-10-13T10:16:00.000-07:002010-10-13T10:29:25.326-07:00*A Pigeon*~The gliding pigeon, fell out of the sky<br /> So beautifully executed, as she drifted low from high<br /> Out of the misty cloud she descended, so effortlessly in front of my eye<br /> It was a sunny noon, yet my sences weren't bothered by the accute rays<br /> For the kind pigeon humbled the sun with its marvelous occupying wings.<br /> The falling pigeon, glided down the sky<br /> She made it look pleasantly easy<br /> A priceless painting in my vision . . . has rised !<br /> And from the deepest, darkest well in my heart<br /> A beam of light . . . has shined !<br /> Thank you my dear pigeon<br /> not only you have cleansed my Soul<br /> but also . . . freed my Mind.Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922913015220336407.post-40756917733249991312010-10-09T12:46:00.000-07:002010-10-09T13:04:56.675-07:00*Vegas Party *No party is like a dance in Vegas<br />Especially when they play a slow song<br />and the Dj says "this one is girls choice"<br />and out of nowhere a lady comes up like the shadow of a cloud<br />then seconds start slowing down<br />and a life time passes in minutes<br />and after that comes the sweetest good-bye<br />no epilogues , living the very midst of reality<br />for it was a passing reverie . . .<br />and all reveries have a happy ending.Maverickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11811645242266928113noreply@blogger.com0