tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54326084188534328272024-02-20T07:47:07.322-08:00Random Rants & Controlled ChaosDuha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-1435548073256006692011-02-16T12:12:00.000-08:002011-02-16T12:17:40.679-08:00New BlogI've started 2 new blogs<br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.personaveritas.wordpress.com">http://www.personaveritas.wordpress.com</a> (Poetry and other thoughts)<br />2. <a href="http://www.musications.wordpress.com">http://www.musications.wordpress.com</a> (discussions and thoughts about music)<br /><br />Please come and visitDuha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-78350410754862412552010-09-28T23:32:00.000-07:002010-09-28T23:40:57.239-07:00I live and breath music. It is an important part of my life. Or to be more accurate I live and breath words. What attracts me the most to a song are the lyrics. That's why even though you won't find music constantly playing at my office or room, it is constantly playing in my head. It's like the background, every situation, every feeling, every encounter, a song just pops in my head. Generally it's Erasure or Depeche Mode, between the two bands, there is always a song or two that are appropriate for the occasion. Today, however, there was a close contender for the day's start.... Cannonball by Damian Rice <br /><br />Enjoy listening, Enjoy reading <br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yqM--IMkX4">You Tube Link</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cannonball. By: Damian Rice</span><br />------------------------------------------------<br />Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth<br />Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt<br />Still a little hard to say what's going on<br /><br />Still a little bit of your ghost your witness<br />Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed<br />You step a little closer EACH DAY<br />Still I can't SAY what's going on<br /><br />Stones taught me to fly<br />Love taught me to lie<br />Life taught me to die<br />So it's not hard to fall<br />When you float like a cannonball<br /><br />Still a little bit of your song in my ear<br />Still a little bit of your words I long to hear<br />You step a little closer TO ME<br />So close that I can't see what's going on<br /><br />Stones taught me to fly<br />Love taught me to lie<br />Life taught me to die<br />So it's not hard to fall<br />When you float like a cannon<br /><br />Stones taught me to fly<br />Love taught me to cry<br />So come on courage!<br />Teach me to be shy<br />'Cause it's not hard to fall<br />And I don't WANNA scare her<br />It's not hard to fall<br />And I don't wanna lose<br />It's not hard to grow<br />When you know that you just don't knowDuha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-7799672132041157882010-03-10T07:00:00.000-08:002010-03-10T07:12:30.891-08:00Indifferent?I had a chat few days back with a friend who seemed be shocked or rather astonished by the state of the human kind in general. The absences of ethics and even the simplest of common courtesies had gotten to her. But what got to me personally was my own reaction, as I was not even slightly surprised. And that started me thinking (dangerous, I know). I began to wonder if I have lost faith in the human race, but that’s whole different discussion. What really got to me was thinking if it has finally happened? Have I finally develop this thick skin? Am I finally cold and heartless? <br /><br />Frankly, I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad for this recent development, or if I even cared? The whole point is not to feel. It’s all the same to me. <br /><br />For several days now I have been going through circles in my mind, trying to identify the turning point. When did it happen? When, where, why have I become so indifferent? <br /><br />Until yesterday, when my humanity was put to the test through a couple of encounters, I finally had my answer. And without going through details, names or places (as Amman is such a small town and changing the names will not protect the not so innocent). Twice in the same I was at the receiving end of outrageous acts, to say the least. Behaviors, if I want to classify in my most polite words, I’d describe as unethical, unprofessional, and nasty (I can fill the page with polite descriptions, but you get the picture). And again, I was not surprised, nor shocked, even though the actions were not the least expected, and the people performing the actions, and had I not been their target, wouldn’t have believed in a million years that they were capable of such devious behavior. But low and behold, my lack of surprise did not shield me from feeling hurt. Yes, I was hurt, I could feel it deep inside, that gut wrenching pain, and believe it or not I was a little, just a little disappointed. But through it all I was happy. I can still feel. I might not be surprised but what YOU do, but YOU cannot take away the one thing that makes me human, I can still feel.Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-64957207368835057412010-02-12T02:51:00.000-08:002010-02-12T02:54:34.270-08:00PiecesPieces of me<br />Pieces of you<br />Scattered here and there<br />Suspended Animations<br />Incarceration of time<br />Endless memories<br />*<br />Dreams of many seasons <br />Rhymes without reasons<br />Shards of poisoned faith<br />Drowning hopes<br />Raised from the dead<br />Amidst a tidal wave<br /> *<br />Pieces of me<br />Pieces of you<br />Dispersed and incomplete<br />Specks of cosmic dust <br />The puzzle of life<br />Unraveled at your feetDuha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-72732902617000788572009-07-20T04:10:00.000-07:002009-07-20T04:14:56.630-07:00A KissA kiss <br />is a kiss, <br />or is it? <br />Last night I lost<br />myself <br />in it. <br /><br />A prayer of love<br />spoken to my lips<br />A chant of joy <br />through the soul<br />It rips. <br /><br />A lover's mark, <br />burnt into my heart<br />A binding vow<br />"We'll never be apart"<br /><br />A kiss<br />is a kiss, <br />or is it? <br />Last night I found <br />myself <br />in it.Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-19705048661985578782009-07-07T03:17:00.001-07:002009-07-07T04:00:46.352-07:00The Way<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="text" ><b><u><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="line-height: 22px;">The Way<br /><br /></span></span></u></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="text" ><span style="line-height: 22px;">I love the way you make me<br /><br />feel, I love<br />how you taste so real.<br /><br />I love<br />        your thoughts<br />               your dreams<br />                            your zeal<br /><br />I love the way you make me<br /><br />kneel,<br />   I surrender<br />       to your frailness<br /><br />I am bound<br />           by your awareness<br /><br />Reigning<br />         on my throne<br />               your sweetness<br />Your wish…<br />My command…<br />My wish…<br />I command…<br />Your wish…<br />We understand…<br /><br />I Love the way<br />your heartbeats<br />heal</span></span>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-53816785666399108012009-07-07T03:11:00.001-07:002009-07-07T03:11:58.729-07:00I Stand Before You<span class="text"><b><u><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;">I Stand Before You<br /><br /></span></span></u></b><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;">I stand here before you<br />Weak and defeated<br />By life<br />By love<br />By ghosts I created<br /><br />Mind over matter<br />Heart over mind<br />What does it matter?<br />What I hide behind<br /><br />I stand here before you<br />Weak and confused<br />I love you so much<br />I hurt you so much<br />I want you so much<br />You must be feeling used?<br /><br />Mind over matters<br />Of the heart<br />Mind over matters<br />It will tear us apart<br /><br />I stand here before you<br />Weak, ashamed, and bruised<br />I stand here before you<br />Hoping to be rescued.</span></span></span>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-70766801272453930982008-12-29T08:27:00.000-08:002008-12-29T08:34:37.330-08:00بين الأنقاض<div style="text-align: center;">بين الأنقاض رأيته<br />طفل<br />ذا جبهة سمراء<br />دمه يسيل<br />كتعويذة سحر أسود<br />و في عينيه غضب<br />و صدى لعنة القدماء<br />*<br />بين الأنقاض رايته<br />جسد و أشلاء و دماء<br />و بقايا كرامتي<br />و حطام كبرياء<br /><br /></div>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-37908950197099521112008-12-24T01:03:00.000-08:002008-12-24T01:18:30.028-08:00Tears of GodsTears of gods…<br />That’s who we are<br /><br />We were born on the day,<br />they learned to cry.<br />*<br />We fell on their wounds,<br />and merged with their blood.<br />They made us vicious,<br />and we made them wry<br />*<br />And we kept on falling<br />We hit the ground<br />Mother earth swallowed us<br />but all roots rejected us<br />the rose thorns, however, devoured us.<br />And together we climbed high<br />*<br />And still, we are waiting…<br />for a hand that is daring<br />to touch the thorns<br />hoping it would be a godDuha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-67530839293660173402008-12-22T06:42:00.000-08:002008-12-22T06:47:43.232-08:00In quest of peace (New Year’s Hopes)Peace on earth and good will toward men, and women of course and children and animals and fish, and birds… </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Putting religion and politics aside for just a moment, deep down we all want peace in all its shapes and forms. War on the other hand is all we've had through out our bloody human history.</p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">And I wonder, why? Why does war exist? When it's peace that all of us dream of having.<span style=""> </span>Us --the simple people, the majority. Why do we fight? What can we do to bring peace to our troubled world?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Being cursed with an analytical and logical mind, I started to try and analyze. You know how it goes, givens, findings, requirements, solutions, etc. In short my mind wandered as usual in all the unusual paths.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Is it possible that if we know how and why wars are started, we could stop them? Wishful thinking I know. But logically and theoretically speaking it is a valid assumption. So, what is war? If you want to stop it you need to know what it really is. I'm not talking about dictionary definitions. I'm talking what war REALY is. It's destruction, rights violation, loss of loved ones, money going to waste. This is war.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Economy is the heart of the engine that runs our world, and most wars are fought to control the economy one way or the other. What baffles me (me and my simplistic thinking) if you spend all the money used to fight a war on your own development, you won't need to get it from someone else. I do not want to delve further into politics and other taboo matters that start wars such as, border conflict, chain reactions, religion, because in my opinion they all are just as silly reasons as power and economics.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I just have one question. What gives anyone the right to take a life just because they don't see eye to eye with them? </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">The interesting thing I have noticed is that all wars were started by one person (Hitler, Saddam, you can fill in the spaces) Why? Truly.<span style=""> </span>Why do we as a human race allow one person to drag us into this? I remember reading once an article by Margaret Mead where she asked the question of whether war was a biological necessity or just a bad invention. She adopts the opinion that it is a bad invention, and I'd like to believe her. But unfortunately as societies not just as nations, I mean on the personal level as well, we just seem to have lost our capacity to tolerate. Violence has become the first resort. We're not blood thirsty creatures, we are not violent by nature, but that's all we see. Sometimes I think that many people do not know any other way to settle differences or conflicts except through violence, and by violence I mean physical, verbal and emotional. And we're not doing anything about unfortunately. So it will never end. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I think I'm right where I started with no answers what so ever. I have more questions though. <span style="font-weight: bold;">What are </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">* you*</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">going to do to bring peace to our world next year?</span> I'm not asking for anything major? No Noble prize efforts are required. Just create peace around you. If we each do this, it might spread.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Wishing everybody a peaceful New Year.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"><span dir="ltr" style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-11181380240245249892008-12-19T12:33:00.000-08:002008-12-19T13:09:27.339-08:00All I Really Need To Know I Learned in Kindergarten<blockquote> <h2><span style="font-family:ARIAL, CHICAGO;color:#040404;">All I Really Need To Know<br />I Learned In Kindergarten</span></h2> <span style="font-family:ARIAL, CHICAGO;color:#040404;"><b>by Robert Fulghum</b><br /><br /> <span style="font-size:85%;">- an excerpt from the book, All I Really Need To Know I Learned in Kindergarten</span> <br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:ARIAL, CHICAGO;color:#040404;">All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.<br />ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW about how to live and what to do<br />and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not<br />at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the<br />sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:</span></p> <span style="font-family:ARIAL, CHICAGO;color:#040404;"><br />Share everything.<br /><br />Play fair.<br /><br />Don't hit people. <br /><br />Put things back where you found them. <br /><br />Clean up your own mess. <br /><br />Don't take things that aren't yours.<br /><br /> Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. <br /><br />Wash your hands before you eat. <br /><br />Flush.<br /><br />Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. <br /><br />Live a balanced life - learn some and think some<br />and draw and paint and sing and dance and play<br />and work every day some. <br /><br />Take a nap every afternoon. <br /><br />When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic,<br />hold hands, and stick together.<br /><br />Be aware of wonder.<br /> Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup:<br />The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody<br />really knows how or why, but we are all like that. <br /><br />Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even<br />the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die.<br />So do we. <br /><br />And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books<br />and the first word you learned - the biggest<br />word of all - LOOK. <br /><br /><br /> Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.<br />The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.<br />Ecology and politics and equality and sane living. <br /><br />Take any of those items and extrapolate it into<br />sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your<br />family life or your work or your government or<br />your world and it holds true and clear and firm.<br />Think what a better world it would be if<br />all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about<br />three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with<br />our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments<br />had a basic policy to always put thing back where<br />they found them and to clean up their own mess. <br /><br />And it is still true, no matter how old you<br />are - when you go out into the world, it is best<br />to hold hands and stick together.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:ARIAL, CHICAGO;font-size:85%;color:#040404;"> © Robert Fulghum, 1990.<br />Found in Robert Fulghum, <i>All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten</i>, Villard Books: New York, 1990, page 6-7. </span></blockquote> <span style="font-family:ARIAL, CHICAGO;font-size:85%;color:#040404;"><br /></span>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-72432055544518041102008-11-29T14:55:00.000-08:002008-11-29T15:00:09.547-08:00QuestionsDid I break your will,<br />or did you break my heart?<br />Did you loose yourself,<br />or have I lost my mind?<br /><br />Was I too much,<br />or didn't do the trick?<br />Did you crawl under my skin,<br />or was I too thick ?<br /><br />Have I asked you to dance,<br />or did you just lead?<br />Have I told you that I love you,<br />or was it a dream?<br /><br /><br />Was I over confident,<br />and blinded by emotions,<br />or were you too real,<br />and saw through the illusions?<br /><br />Was I a selfless fool,<br />or sadistically cruel, and tortured you with love?<br />Or were you masochist-narcissist,<br />and I didn’t praise the glory of your path to self destruct?Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-59870539896013042332008-11-24T09:23:00.000-08:002008-11-24T09:26:27.206-08:00Inside Out<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >Wearing my nerves </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >outside my skin</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >My severed veins</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >bleed my senses</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >Acid tears </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >behind my eyes</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >Muted thunder </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >swallows my words</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >An inward view </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >The black hole of me</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >My Antisoul</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;" >Orion's death<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-7039792474989632222008-11-23T00:28:00.001-08:002008-11-23T00:28:48.090-08:00Just Because...<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">From : The Ballad of Reading Gaol<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">By: Oscar Wilde</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Yet each man kills the thing he loves<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">By each let this be heard,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some do it with a bitter look,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some with a flattering word,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The coward does it with a kiss,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The brave man with a sword!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">*<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some kill their love when they are young,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And some when they are old;<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some strangle with the hands of Lust,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some with the hands of Gold:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The kindest use a knife, because<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The dead so soon grow cold.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">*<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some love too little, some too long,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some sell, and others buy;<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some do the deed with many tears,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And some without a sigh:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 2pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">For each man kills the thing he loves,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Yet each man does not die.</span></span></div>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-48611235381938836112008-11-18T23:21:00.000-08:002008-11-18T23:39:47.298-08:00Old Fat Naked Women for PeaceI usually do not blog about video's but this was passed to me by a friend (Thanks Jae) and it's just hilarious, and meaningful. I mean gosh think about it, about what they are proposing. Think it'd work? Well, you have to watch the video first....<br /><br />Here's the link: <a href="http://www.righteousmothers.com/video/RMVideo.html">The Righteous Mothers</a>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-26597869757043786032008-11-02T01:56:00.000-07:002008-11-02T01:00:39.615-08:00In This LifeIn a fairy tale, we would be together.<br />In a different world we’re meant for each others.<br />In my dreams there is no other.<br />But we’re floating like helpless feathers,<br />in this life’s senseless tide.<br /><br />If I could, I‘d hold you tight.<br />I’ll be your peace in weary nights,<br />and never let go come what might.<br />But I just can’t start the fight.<br />In this life, my hands are tied.<br /><br />I close my eyes, I feel your pain.<br />I think your thoughts, I’m in your brain.<br />Elated by your sweet cocaine,<br />I embrace you like drops of rain,<br />but In this life, rain drops must slide<br /><br />I think of you, and I am paled<br />by thoughts of a heart that had once dared<br />a broken dream that can’t be spared,<br />and a cursed soul that can’t be saved,<br />for in this life it has no guide.<br /><br />I picture you, I loose direction.<br />Enchanted by unearthly affection.<br />You put a strain on my convictions,<br />but I still hope for resurrection.<br />For in this life, I have died.Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-11805134313610942052008-09-05T06:03:00.000-07:002009-12-13T10:22:56.836-08:00Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-55276596082367995462008-09-02T05:26:00.000-07:002008-09-02T05:30:39.454-07:00Have You EverI've written this a while back, but every once and a while it feels appropriate to re-read, re-post, and re-share
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Have you ever</span>...
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cduha%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; direction:rtl; unicode-bidi:embed; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.text {mso-style-name:text;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0; mso-gutter-direction:rtl;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span class="text">Have you ever been touched by lightning?</span>
<br /><span class="text">Have you ever seen the plan?</span>
<br /><span class="text">Have you ever been one with the Universe?</span>
<br /><span class="text">Through your veins it ran</span>
<br /><span class="text">You see inside the truth,</span>
<br /><span class="text">but no one else can.</span>
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<br /><span class="text">Have you ever been touched by an angel?</span>
<br /><span class="text">Tender, sweet, and surreal…</span>
<br /><span class="text">Or ever been healed by a stranger?</span>
<br /><span class="text">Profound, Mysterious, Unreal…</span>
<br /><span class="text">It shook your world like earthquakes,</span>
<br /><span class="text">but no one seems to feel.</span>
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<br /><span class="text">Have you ever been so tired?</span>
<br /><span class="text">Fragile, Weak, and Alone…</span>
<br /><span class="text">You can hear the music,</span>
<br /><span class="text">but you sing to a different tune…</span><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<br />Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-22828919887289312602008-08-28T13:20:00.001-07:002008-08-28T13:20:49.048-07:00You Might Not Know<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">You might not know, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;"></span><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">but you're good for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">You make aware of what I feel.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">I thought I had me figured out, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">but you're making me rediscover me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">I thought my fears, my past, my ghosts, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">are once again haunting me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">It turns out it's only growing pains, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">and getting over my insecurities.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">You make me strong to embrace hope,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">and learn to trust, and to believe.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">You might not know, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">so, I thought I'd tell you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Verdana;">that you mean the world to me.</span>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-41971883436383006532008-08-24T11:24:00.001-07:002008-08-24T11:26:19.845-07:00Hold Me Tonight<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Hold me tonight<br />I miss the way you feel<br />Kiss me tonight<br />Remind me that it's real<br /><br />It's been so long<br />Since your voice<br />Had echoed in my soul<br /><br />I miss the way<br />Your heartbeats shake<br />The essence of my world<br /><br />Touch me tonight<br />Wipe away my tears<br />Sing to me tonight<br />Rock my fears to sleep<br /><br />I don't why<br />I feel like<br />We're drifting apart<br /><br />Maybe it's only<br />In my head<br />But there's no light in your stars<br /><br />Hold me tonight.<br />Hold me tonight.<br />Hold me tonight.</span><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-34258512618480340782008-08-22T05:01:00.000-07:002008-08-22T05:08:13.935-07:00What I wantI want a room inside your mind,<br />painted with your visions.<br />Surround me by your thoughts, your dreams...<br />Show me your hopes and your wishes.<br /><br />I want a place inside your heart,<br />at the source of your emotions<br />To feel your primal sorrows and joys,<br />and touch the pulse of raw passion.<br /><br />I want a spot within your soul<br />that overlooks your essence<br />to watch your stallion soul run wild<br />and view your untamed spirit<br /><br />I want to see you from the inside<br />untouched, unmasked, unchanged<br />To be reborn from your real being<br />And made of your pleasure and painDuha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432608418853432827.post-75138081275987267402008-08-20T23:19:00.000-07:002008-08-21T00:04:34.702-07:00What the…? Ouch!<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">I am not sure why I'm writing this? Maybe I am just thinking out loud. Maybe I just want to share some questions that have always puzzled me. They disappear for a while, but I always know that sooner or later they will come up again. Something small, or something big happens and it triggers a series of question and before you know it you are battling with same old familiar windmills. We all have questions like that, right? Or maybe not. Maybe as usual, I am making a fool out of myself. Or Maybe I just want to see my thoughts on paper (e-paper anyway). That is if I can call them thoughts. For all I care, they could be hallucinations, or at best, desperate attempts of a person who is trying to make sense of this crazy world we live in. And maybe, just maybe, the release valve has exploded...:<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;">Maybe … </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />Maybe… </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />That's how things have been lately. Nothing is definite or sure, and everything seems vague and uncertain. What has happened? What may come? I have no clue.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />Okay, let's get real. I am not really loosing it here. I'm not asking for someone to tell me what the future will bring. I know that's not possible. And after all, it is in our nature, or at least in mine, to accept the vagueness of the future. Not out of understanding or faith, but it's just how it is, <span style=""> </span>whether we like it or not. The problem though, that we don't like to admit that we are helpless where the future is concerned, because it takes a lot to admit helplessness. So, we become very innovative and creative in making up excuses and explanations. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />But hey, that's the future we each deal, cope, and adjust to its vagueness as we see fit. Some people make plans and alternate plans, others analyze, scrutinize, evaluate and make conclusions, and some just do not bother with it, they'll take things as they come and deal with them then and there. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />But what can really mess up a person is the vagueness of the "past". Their own past, that is. I mean come on, unless you have amnesia, you should know what went on. After all you were there. You were part of it. You lived it, breathed it, and at the time you thought you had a full grasp on it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have done what you had done. You'd think this should be the case. Yeah right! Think again. <span style=""> </span>Because when you least expect it, it hits you. <span style=""> </span>The ultimate shock. The moment you realize that your past is just as vague as your future, and you fail to understand every bit of it. Life, destiny, fate, whatever you want to call it, has just finished the last act of the greatest practical joke of all times. You've been punk'd. And life… Well, it just looks at you laughing it's ass off daring you to do something about it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />And as if all of this is not enough, you do the same damn thing to yourself. This is when all the self delusions start. I'm well, I'm over it, it was a learning experience. You know how that goes, right? It is comforting for a while, but the nagging thought that your past is a mystery to you still lurks over your head like a vulture waiting for the right moment to attack. And when the self delusions reach their peak and you really are convinced that you are doing well. Guess what? This is actually when you are most vulnerable. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />See, this false sense of well being makes you brave, and you start wanting to explore the forbidden territory. THE PAST. You feel that now you can understand, and rationalize. You are now a balanced person, and you are armed with logic, and objectivity. But the moment you start, you find out that you have entered into the same vicious cycle (the freakishly fast and haunted merry-go-round) and it gets faster and more violent every time you go through it. Hey, you have completed level one. Welcome to level two, and by the way, you have earned some bonus points for determination. And in the vicious cycle game, it means you've earned more momentum (Torque actually if you want to get technical). Crash and burn baby. And in case you haven't been on this particular ride before, I should tell you that the accompanying soundtrack is not the usual cheery music you're used to hearing at fairs and amusement parks. See, the ride operator is not without a sense of humor, he/she/it likes to play "Another one bites the dust". Loud! And on occasions you might be treated to snippets of "Keep yourself Alive", "Stone Cold Crazy", "The Great Pretender", or even "I'm going slightly mad", but mostly "Another one bites the dust". (Who would've guessed that the ride operator is a Queen's fan). </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />How much more vague and confusing could things get? When you're the criminal and the victim how can you rationalize? </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />And whether you bite the dust or advance to the next level, the big question remains <b><i>"What the hell just happened here?" </i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Duha Awayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04639446166250569962noreply@blogger.com2