Making Sarah Cry
He stood among his friends from school.
He joined their childhood games
Laughing as they played kickball
And when they called poor Sarah names.
Sarah was unlike the rest;
She was slow and not as smart,
And it would seem to all his friends
She was born without a heart.
And so he gladly joined their fun
Of making Sarah cry.
But somewhere deep within his heart,
He never knew just why.
For he could hear his mother's voice,
Her lessons of right and wrong
Playing over and over inside his head
Just like a favorite song.
"Treat others with respect, son,
The way you wou'd want them treating you.
And remember, when you hurt others,
Someday, someone might hurt you."
He knew his mother wouldn't understand
The purpose of their game
Of teasing Sarah, who made them laugh
As her own tears fell like rain.
The funny faces that she made
And the way she'd stomp her feet
Whenever they mocked the way she walked
Or the stutter when she'd speak
To him she must deserve it
Because she never tried to hide.
And if she truly wanted to be left alone,
Then she would stay inside.
But everyday she'd do the same:
She'd come outside to play,
And stand there, tears upon her face,
Too upset to run away.
The game would soon be over
And tears dropped from her eyes,
For the purpose of their fun
Was making Sarah cry.
It was nearly two whole months
He hadn't seen his friends.
He was certain they all must wonder
What happened and where he'd been
So he felt a little nervous
As he limped his way to class.
He hoped no one would notice,
He prayed no one would ask
About that awful day:
The day his bike met with a car,
Leaving him with a dreadful limp
And a jagged-looking scar.
So he held his breath a little
As he hobbled into the room,
Where inside he saw a "Welcome Back" banner
And lots of red balloons.
He felt a smile cross his face
As his friends all smiled, too
And he couldn't wait to play outside-
His favorite thing to do.
So the second that he stepped outdoors
And saw his friends all waiting there,
He expected a few pats on the back-
Instead, they all stood back and stared.
He felt his face grow hotter
As he limped to join their side
To play a game of kickball
And of making Sarah cry.
An awkward smile crossed his face
When he heard somebody laugh
And heard the words, "Hey freak,
Where'd you get the ugly mask?"
He turned, expecting Sarah,
But Sarah could not be seen.
It was the scar upon his own face
That caused such words so mean.
He joined in their growing laughter,
Trying hard to not give in
To the awful urge inside to cry
Or the quivering of his chin.
They are only teasing,
He made himself believe.
They are still my friends;
They'd never think of hurting me.
But the cruel remarks continued
About the scar and then his limp.
And he knew if he shed a single tear
They'd label him a wimp.
And so the hurtful words went on,
And in his heart he wondered why.
But he knew without a doubt
The game would never end, until they made him cry.
And just when a tear had formed,
He heard a voice speak out from behind.
"Leave him alone you bullies,
Because he's a friend of mine."
He turned to see poor Sarah,
Determination on her face,
Sticking up for one of her own tormentors
And willing to take his place.
And when his friends did just that,
Trying their best to make poor Sarah cry,
This time he didn't join in,
And at last understood exactly why.
"Treat others with respect son,
They way you'd want them treating you.
And remember, when you hurt others,
Someday, someone might hurt you."
It took a lot of courage
But he knew he must be strong,
For at last he saw the difference
Between what's right and wrong.
And Sarah didn't seem so wierd
Through his understanding eyes.
Now he knew he'd never play again
The game of making Sarah cry.
It took several days of teasing
And razzing from his friends,
But when they saw his strength,
They chose to be like him.
And now out on the playground,
A group of kids meets every day
For a game of kickball and laughter
And teaching their new friend, Sarah, how to play.

There is a Lady Sweet and Kind -- by Thomas Ford


There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I'll love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I'll love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and he doth range,
Her country, so, my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet, I will love her till I die.

 

Your request is served Mademoiselle


Me Then, You Now
   

I once was a girl
Whose heart never knew
The feelings she'd grow,
That would branch out to you.

I once was a girl
Who's love stayed inside,
Because your heart turned away
Every time that she tried.

I once was a girl
Who you looked at and saw,
A girl with no soul
Who you didn't care for.

I once was a girl
Who thought she'd never forgive.
The way that you died
And no longer would live.

I once was a girl
That I wish you'd have known.
That you would have loved
And not ever left her alone.

I now am a girl
That you'll never kiss.
You had your chance,
And you're chance you have missed.

You're now a boy
Who is feeling rejection.
The girl that I was,
You're now her reflection.

Now that you watch
Me from above,
You've grown those feelings.
Those feelings of love.
 
 

Oldest dream without a dream
Cold but sweet and tempting
As I look into those eyes long gone

And it feels like you were still a part
Of this restless world
From beyond you reach out for my hand
Come closer follow me
Come closer Follow Me..............


         .....THE  FAREWELL.....
I wanted to live on top of a mountain
but it's cold and forsaken there without you now

I wanted to dive into the ocean of love
but I got shipwrecked on the shores of broken dreams

For you I sang songs of the nightswan
and each line I wrote was a beat of my heart

Forever burning on love's funeral pyre:
Stop beating now, my bleeding heart!
For this knife did cut too deep
so for the last time I'm trying not to breathe

Once there was a fire in the lighthouse of my heart:
I gave you so much more than just my love
and you broke so much more than just a promise

Our planet vanished so devastatingly
amongst the mists of time
There was no treasure to be found at Rainbow's End
somewhere behind Andromeda

I've been waiting till the end of december
but no more will I ride
for the winter solstice's child
will pass away silently on a midsummer's night

So may you come now, my Dead Romantic Angel
serenade Kyrahnean Hymns to me
Hold me in your arms
cover me with elder flowers
and take me down to my beloved sea

I'm so tired, so tremendously tired
Please wait for me under the midgnight sun
where I will sing and dance again
and my laughter will be heard
echoing down the hillside again...

Oh, how I tried to believe how I loved,
How I tried to hold on to my dream;
How I wanted to live - but now I'm going home
to a place where love is more
than just a four-letter word
and as I kiss the memory of your goodnight
I'm beginning to see the light...

When you are away i feel in need
I want to have you close, i do indeed
I get sad and then mad and i don't know at what
but hearing your voice makes me realize i just forgat  


P.s Hello Everyone  

................... .THE SECRET............. .....

This is Love; to fly heavenward,
To rip, every instant, a hundred veils.

The first moment, to renounce Life;
The last step, to fare without feet.

To regard this world as invisible,
Not to see what appears to one's self.

'O Heart,'I said, 'may it bless thee
To have entered the circle of lovers,

To look beyond the range of the eye,
To penetrate the windings of the bosom!

Whence did this breath come to thee, O my soul,
Whence this throbbing, O my heart?

Who is at my door?

He said, "Who is at my door?"
I said, "Your humble servant."
He said, "What business do you have?"
I said, "To greet you, 0 Lord."

He said, "How long will you journey on?"
I said, "Until you stop me."
He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"
I said, "Until I am pure.

"This is my oath of love.
For the sake of love
I gave up wealth and position."

He said, "You have pleaded your case
but you have no witness."
I said, "My tears are my witness;
the pallor of my face is my proof.'
He said, "Your witness has no credibility;
your eyes are too wet to see."
I said, "By the splendor of your justice
my eyes are clear and faultless."

He said, "What do you seek?"
I said, "To have you as my constant friend."
He said, "What do you want from me?"
I said, "Your abundant grace."

He said, "Who was your companion on the 'ourney?
I said, "The thought of you, 0 King."
He said, "What called you here?"
I said, "The fragrance of your wine."

He said, "What brings you the most fulfillment?"
I said, "The company of the Emperor."
He said, "What do you find there?"
I said, "A hundred miracles."
He said, "Why is the palace deserted?"
I said, "They all fear the thief."
He said, "Who is the thief?"
I said, "The one who keeps me from -you.

He said, "Where is there safety?"
I said, "In service and renunciation."
He said, "What is there to renounce?"
I said, "The hope of salvation."

He said, "Where is there calamity?"
I said, "In the presence of your love."
He said, "How do you benefit from this life?"
I said, "By keeping true to myself

Now it is time for silence.
If I told you about His true essence
You would fly from your self and be gone,
and neither door nor roof could hold you back!

Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved