High Hopes (A note for the readers of this blog)
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Jun 25, 2011 12:14 pm
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High hopes
Lyrics and music by Pink Floyd
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down to the causeway
Do they still LIVE there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed up world
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever
Dear Readers of this blog, I know u r not many lol but anyway no matter how many u r out there visiting my blog need first of all to say thank u for reading my stupid lines in here.
The reason I am writing this post to u is to just say to all of u that this blog as also my profile here in this site soon will be turned off.
Don't worry no special reason of disappointment or any other bad feeling lead me to this decision.
Mainly has to do with the fact that soon my e books will be ready- hopefully in about two months by now- so I think its right to turn off what I created here...but the trip, my poetic trips will be continued-after all how could it stop since poetry found a stupid man like me to deal with her? Lol- just this time will be continued in my own personal network home.
So the reason I am writing this to u is just to tell u that if anyone by u wants to continue reading what I am writing and wants to keep a contact with me all has to do is to mail me in here (since I cannot as a standard member I am) to tell u details of my new home.
I thought was right for u to know all these instead of someday see my blog and my profile suddenly turned off without a warning, because I know by now that some of u already became good friends with what I write in here.
Closing this note and forgive me if I am already tired u by my verbosity lol, I choose to say a farewell and a warm goodbye with one of my fav songs that reflects right now my feelings while I am sitting to write u this note as its Saturday summer night here in my country and soon have to leave for work, already knowing that for another night I will travel in my poetry land through the night sea and the sweet smelling hot wind of my expectations and so close to the woman I love.
Enjoy it my friends lyrics and music and don't ever forget to try live ur lives with honesty, tenderness and love for all those around u who u believe worth the try to do so and for those u don't believe so, well at least try not to hate them as much as u can and take my advice, just try to ignore them. Hate is a poison killing everything good around us.
So allow this humble clown in the shadows to make a great bow in front of ur beautiful selves and let him hope that some of u reading what he wrote in here, u will continue to do so in his own circus and possibly buy his e books. You know i need to eat also....Lol
Be all well always strong hearted and minded and btw have a great weekend...hope see u all soon in my new place...
P.S. The photo I post in this post will be the photo of my new home page...but the title will remain the same...Poetry trips must be continued...
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It's forever
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Sep 14, 2008 1:47 pm
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There is a smell tonight
which refuses to leave me.....
Its not the night and its sweet melodies
It's not the peace that suddenly found me
in your love
It's not the calm Sunday morning
from a world that seemed had forgotten me
It's forever your wet blue eyes
when i first kissed them
It's forever your naked snaky body
as i touch its curves
It's forever my crazy mind
seeing you as no one till now see you
full of grace and joy
It's forever my cold beer
and my stupid dreaming self
as i walk into your roads
it's forever your beautiful heart
dressed in hyacinths and light blue colours
of your wishes
It's forever you, pale, kind, innocent
as a dreamland in my
so dark sleepless world
Outside my window,
dark figures dance in an eternal rythm
of nothingness and existence,
but yet............
it's you forever
in my heart and .....i smile
like a child in it's endless sweetness
of his first cry.
Note: written just for you my sweet J.
moiazoume
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Silence of Rain
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Feb 12, 2010 4:13 am
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An endless silence of rain
as if a veil of orphan hood onto the city
on an almost ironic afternoon
wet and as cold as street faces.
Blue smiling moments
with child-like hope-seeking eyes
the ignorance that sowed crevices
and indiscriminately, repeatedly will wound us.
Tonight our loneliness, tougher than ever
will open our soul�s door
as if a frame with no painting,
just our initials on white canvas.
Love walks the streets
stooped and sullen handing out smiles
the taste of black coffee lingers overnight
like a melody that morning rain will carry along.
Your presence, an unexpected miracle,
will shake me awake from sorrow�s slumber
and while the silence of rain fades in the distance
love�s sweet secret will wash us away.
Note: A special thank you to my friend lips for the translation
A special thank you to the sweet lady of my heart J for inspiring me those lines.......
moiazoume
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Tonight my pen wants to sing
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Jun 20, 2011 4:33 am
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Tonight my pen wants to delete
loneliness that incarcerates our silences
with some rays of a summer full moon
fondling your naked body
on a white marble table
and with a night sea
mirrored in our eyes
as if it was a joyful tear that refuses
to fall in the ground.
Tonight my pen wants to delete
the sins of people,
to sweeten with its lines
those faces that drawn in their darkness.
To feel the despair of the world
leaving noiselessly
in a sweet summer dawn,
to donate in the locked houses
passkeys that opens hearts.
Tonight my pen wants to sing
passions of love
with a hoarse voice by my cigarettes,
with a blurred look by alcohol,
with a soul dry by rain,
with the fragrance of the night blooming rose
your lips to kiss
and a heart ephemeral,
between starriness sky and the lake of our desire.
Tonight my pen wants to sing...
Note : written on 15 / 6 / 2011 for my J.-
moiazoume
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Its from those moments...
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Jun 17, 2011 1:23 pm
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Its from those moments that needs
to get in some shy sun in my dark office.
Its from those moments that someone must lose someone
so he can want him back again.
Its from those moments that you got nothing to say
except perhaps two words...
Its from those moments that your pages want to fill up
with words of love
but you scared even your shadow
its from those moments that your faith
comes back to the start of pain
Its from those moments that you wish
not to ever live again
its from those moments that the dream
naked becomes reality
in a sad line of wet trees
its from those moments that neighbor's dog barks
with a false note and you want to kill him
its from those moments that while the sun
bless the call of the early spring,
you shut the window,
praying to your unknown Gods
for a sound,
a voice
that will break your death silence.
Its from those moments that you have to speak to me
with the magic illusions of your kisses
Its from those moments that your air
becomes my breathing.
its from those moments that your laugh
becomes my joy.
Its from those moments that love wanders
secretly like lover.
Its from those moments that make me
to want you absurdly more..
Note : written before a month ago while spring was still on the air...
moiazoume
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Silent Monologues 1 (A letter for the reader, me or you)...
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Jun 6, 2011 1:26 am
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Taking cause by a quiet and early summer night and your love I sat tonight in my pc to write you a couple of lines.
Taking cause from your pain about the faces and things around you, from the lost sunsets of your life and from those of the dreams that you know very well that you never going to make them real yet you still try to succeed so, I sat again in my pc to write you a couple of lines.
Don't ask me what and how or maybe what I am expecting by writing anonymous lines in famous nights.
Taking cause by the yellow lights of the night highway that always hunt me with indelible marks of flight and lines of desperate lovers and poets which got mad by their agonies or early suicide before the flower of their youth blossom completely, I sat in my pc to write you a couple of lines.
I don't know what you will understand by these lines. I don't know what you will feel, if you will feel anything or maybe if you will pass them by unnoticed, like sometimes you might wish to have pass by your life in front of your eyes.
Taking cause by two blue hopes in the twilight of the room that look like your eyes when I hold you naked goddess in my arms so I can worship you like all the desperate do so with their Gods, I sat in my pc tonight to write you a couple of lines. This night that silences of the world and the crazy voices inside my head seems to be silenced for a while.
Sometimes I think that I am a film noir hero playing in a Technicolor movie.
Some other times I become a colored protagonist in a black and white movie.
Taking cause by the "cave of my good hope" which I named it with your name and a childish heart that stubbornly refuses to get old I sat in my pc tonight to write you a couple of lines.
What will you understand? What will you feel? What will you get? What will you give?
Taking cause by my hope to become the bright new crystal mirror of yours and the sea that you can travel without the fear that you going to abort I sat in my pc tonight to write you a couple of lines.
Taking cause by my insecure self and the wicked games of power that play on my back I sat on my pc a couple of lines to write you tonight.
I don't know what I want to tell you.
I let the words that I use, like stray bullets to hit you wherever they will find you this time.
Sometimes I let my voice stray in the dark of the illuminated big city that I live and some others I let her melodic in the magic of a love made from you to me and from me to you...to wander in the quietness of this early summer night between your dreams and the streets of the world closed by heart and courage that surround our lives.
Note : the season of lines of absurdity series came to an end my fellow readers. I start new series now with the main title Silent Monologues but always will have in parenthesis a small subtitle so the reader might get a first idea about what they are talking about those monologues.
I also was very thinking of what photo shall i use for this new series and the first script of this. I finally end up to post a beautiful sunset in a lonely beach with lots of blue and golden color in it.
Clear blue because for me is the color of hope and golden cause everyone got a "golden self" as long he/she finds the way to believe in.
I start this new series with an ambitious plan in my mind. To become a guide of some deeper thought for any one who might read them and to become maybe a light post in the dark that many times surround our lives on this blessed planet called earth.
Finally and forgive me for this long note i would like to thank for the inspiration of those lines and those who will follow all the readers of my blog so far, the wonderful people i met in here, and even the mean people i met in here and above all i would like to thank God or fate or whatever that gave me the chance to meet through this strange and weird site the woman of my life called J in real world.
Hope u all anonymous visitors of my blog to enjoy my writings and get something of them cause for me when i write i live. I truly live. And when u truly live like i do meaning by that trying to love the real life as i call it u always want to offer to human beings around you some of ur maybe stupid wisdom u might believe u gain through this passage of life and after long long lonely nights of thinking and talking with myself observing with the eye of a stupid dreamer poet always things and people around me.
Be all more than well always strong mind and hearted.
G.
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My murdered lines...
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Jun 3, 2011 3:10 am
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My murdered lines dance tonight
in a ball of dreams and words,
tears and pain,
of a night that comes
triumphantly deserted by love and sounds.
My murdered lines tonight
die out in front of your eyes
spreading their waters
in anhydrous landscapes of unfulfilled wishes
and obliterate in a glance and in an empty glass.
My murdered lines tonight
will knock down idols and walls,
will seal the cracking of the soul
with a flavoring of died jasmines
in a harsh tasting summer road
under forty degrees of Celsius.
My murdered lines tonight
with a breathing of free life
in an unnoticed hour by the media
with a soundless beat of the heart
they will whisper you again I love you
with a sob and a too shameful to mention dream
blessed by Gods and Devils.
My murdered lines tonight
will overflow your dreams
as the sun will come out in a red daybreak
of a city that cry behind the windows of tired buildings
my murdered lines will beckon to follow them
in a sweet sunset of a yellow summer.
moiazoume
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Lines of Absurdity 41
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May 30, 2011 12:00 pm
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You can't succeed any victory pushing your feelings in their limits if the mirror that you got in front of you is all ready broken.
You can't find any peace when nature around you invites you in beautiful trips and you refuse with stubbornness to make them.
They teach you to keep distance from faces and things. When you refuse to do so they impose you to do it.
I observe things around me with the wisdom of a man which tries to grow old beautifully and with the wildness of a teenager in my mind which never takes anything as a fact and always doubts about everything till he finds his own original way.
People around me come and go in lives confused in dead ends and in locked for my indiscreet eye doors of dark rooms.
Some times its necessary to leave time to forget you in the corner of your desk and to feel that passing by of it, like a new door which was just opened in front of you as you search for a way to escape or maybe an expectation of a long waiting which just came to an end.
The afternoon seems to crawl to some versions of truth which find the white of their dreams in your love.
An invisible universal power or simply a magic everyday spring melody of moment which comes out through the mouths of the eternal birds of our youth magnetizes our glances.
The abstract thought finds the specific object of its desire and paints sails in white papers.
Many wise words have been told so far and many broken glances have already been lost in sunsets full of pain and longings for a trip which never taking place.
Seven souls, six prayers and a cause give birth to the dream.
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I wonder...
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May 26, 2011 11:47 pm
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I wonder this sweet spring afternoon, is your voice through the telephone wires dream
or
maybe an attractive call in the illusion of one more spelled night by the lullaby of your love?
I wonder this sweet spring afternoon, is the fragrance of the night which going to come like that which still have my hands as your body travelled for one more time in the "never land"
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maybe night has stolen something of your eyes and its veil tonight I draw with my lines?
I wonder this sweet spring afternoon, if your eyes are still wet by longing of feeling me next to you and if your lips still wishes to put on fire my night
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maybe simply tonight will rest unconsciously smiling as you travel in the land of dreams with happy end?
I wonder this sweet spring afternoon, how come every time that love we imprison in our breathings, time to stop in the dream and the words which so many times before have been heard to become suddenly summer noon and sea breeze that caress your hair
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maybe your love tonight captivates my writing?
I wonder this sweet spring afternoon, how my heart clumsy beat every time that our love soundless spreads its wings and lulls the long distant sounds of a city that sighs for the day to come
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maybe the night will bring us closer as every night that your love make a signal to the moon?
Night came and I ll wonder tonight for the importance that my words have as they fight to be caressed by a touch of yours...
Note : i wonder how many times i have to fight with words to find the right ones which can satisfy me as a reader on how to express all that i feel? An endless trip i guess always there calling me on a white paper to fill it...
moiazoume
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The sound of an untuned guitar
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May 14, 2011 3:28 am
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Your face I lose and find
in the evening moments of a city
with minutes full of tears and pain of the passers by
coloring my time.
The sound of an untuned guitar,
a soft oasis of peace in the dark
between the yellow lights of the lonely highway
and a fragile soul we carry for years
sometimes as a curse,
sometimes like blessing.
In the imitations of the moments
we precede the original blue of our dreams
and in some broken mirrors
we faced the thousand pieces of our stray idols
with the smile of a child
that falls asleep by lullaby
in the sweet late noon of a summer day.
Following orders by foreign powers,
melodies that some other composed for us,
sarcasms that sounds like laments in the silence of the day
and like memories are engraved in the wounds of the winter night,
we shut our eyes in ugliness
and let go ourselves,
preys in the love of our dreams.
moiazoume
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In the bar of the lonely souls
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May 3, 2011 9:47 am
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Following the prints of love...your love...my love...a stranger's love...discovering the whiter shadow of life in the darkest ages of loneliness, I write to you.
Strangely how I let the verses of vengeance to become verses of love...your verses...my verses...a stranger's verses...discovering that patience is the door that opens the wisdom of love.
Someone next to me in the bar of the lonely souls or in a place forgot by Gods and people whispers something about an old story of a mermaid loving her fisherman as she was found in his fishnets. An old traditional song of a place I don't know, yet I long to be there.
Whiskey flows in the old smoked woods of this bar and souls start to fly in the colors of the foggy night which comes to illuminate with strange dreams and alcoholic thoughts the residence of this blessed place.
The barman called Jesus with a strange always calm face no matter what's going on around in the bar serving us with a peaceful smile and never speaks. No matter what. Just once or twice opens his mouth and laughs loudly as if someone told him a joke yet no one has ever talk to him for real.
Rosy keeps bringing cups full of beer and whiskey with a smile that can rise angels and crucify devils, yet I see an invisible sadness in the atmosphere drawn in the rocky walls of this bar, a sadness in her eyes and a smile made just for others in her fat round face which probably has to do with a hopeless love of hers or just my drunken mind.
The fire place still slowly burns and its flames fill the air with smoke and warmth in our chilled out bodies while foreign sound of Argentinean tango music comes out of the old gramophone to smooth our wild voices and laughter.
Watching the old fainted yellow portraits hung on the walls nodding at us to follow them in their dark rooms of desire I just pass another glass of whiskey to the friend sitting next to me called John.
He looks at me with gratitude and kisses me in my cheek while the sound of tango becomes wild and even more foreign for us, yet its melody has something to sing to all of us pumps of this bar.
In the one corner of the bar I see old Peter to sit and drink alone watching outside by window, sea getting rough and murmuring "some souls gonna be lost tonight and I cant do a damn thing about it..." while in the other corner sits his buddy which don't speak to him anymore, Mr. Paul who used in the old days to go together for fishing and girls but now became a respectful businessman and this fact doesn't like to old Peter at all.
I know they still love each other in spite of what they say and do for each other but cant prove it.
Mr Abraham and his beautiful wife sit with their friends and sing full of joy a song of their youth while Lazarus and Judas talk about the recent financial problems of the country and of stock exchange as if they have money to invest.
An endless carnival in my mind full of beer and whiskey takes its place in the bar with the shape of the traditional mad clown that every place got to have to lighten places with such figures and thoughts.
It shows to me for seconds some green valleys of hope through this desperate try to forget and be forgotten that seems we had once been dream.
Some tourists outside of the bar watch us and take some pictures while Matthew, an old junkie and football hooligan, cries in his empty bottle of wine for the loss of the recent championship.
Jacob and Tom laugh as secretly they can, comment the recent politic situation and the resignation of ministry of law mr Lukas.
Tango finishes its last tones in the gramophone, its Saturday night almost nine o clock.
Sadness and sweetness of this world comes having your shape smiling at the residence of this bar, bringing together the light of your eyes and your will to live.
I bend my head and follow you in your secret cave of your lust. It's time for me to wake up from my crazy dreams and kiss you with a good morning kiss or a night one, doesn't matter as long it's a true kiss.
As I am leaving the place I still can hear behind me the voice of mr. Moses asking me...what the hell you wanted to find since you first come in this place man?
I smile him as an answer, give you my hand to hold and open the door of this old crowded Saturday bar hoping that the sea, the moon and the fog of this world wont influence my mood as I will try to show you for once more how much i want you and how desperately I need you through all this circus taking place inside my mind.
moiazoume
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A whiter shade of pale
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Apr 29, 2011 3:17 am
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Music and lyrics by Procol Harum
We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
Note : my weekend proposal song my fellow readers....the verses in italics are not in any official site or album but they say those who know that was heard often in their live concerts....btw i prefer the version of another great lady i admire mrs. Annie Lennox...though the original is always just one...a peaceful weekend to all of u...
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Heaven and hell
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Apr 27, 2011 7:38 am
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Cover my pages under your purple color
and kiss me when I least need it
with your gentle words.
Smell the promising air of this spring
and watch me as I dive in the depth of your eyes
for your kind touch and your pale kiss.
Heaven and hell can wait for a while...
Lead my breath in your green fields of your dreams,
find me in your deepest dark waiting for your sweet embrace
under the summer starlight sea
and through an ocean of tears of people around us
searching desperately for a way getting back home,
show me the north star of your beloved sea.
Heaven and hell can wait for a while...
Guide my sensations into your love's wisdom
and don't forget to wash your hair
into my lake of desires
while the world around us will stare us
like strange aliens as we trying to achieve immortality
through the endless pain of hate around us and a small sigh of love in our hearts.
Heaven and hell can wait for a while...
Watch the spring sun crying in your skin,
on your lovely feet feel the cold sand of the souls
trying to discover the lost dream of paradise
while white pigeons are slaughtered
in the name of the profit of the coming ages,
then disperse your heart into my pureness
and don't worry...heaven and hell can wait for a while...
and if the mystic voices inside of you are too loud
and if the world around you seems to take its turns
and if the final trial makes us guilty of sympathy
or of an endless dreaming without a cause
don't be afraid of the angry faces you have to face
in your road to find your love,
heaven and hell I...suppose can wait for a while...
moiazoume
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