POEMS | mouawad

Laying in the warm sun eyes closed holding your hand. Feeling your smooth skin I could feel all your energy all your growth.
I felt your breath sweeping across my body like a soft breeze, your shadow swaying over me gazing at my face.
You empowered me to capture the presence nothing else mattered. At that moment I was paired with the earth and the universe.
All senses awake content with simplicity, every breath deep, lungs refilled with life.
Opening my eyes leaning to the side, I remembered then I was holding a branch connected to a tree. I smiled.
Mother Nature” Mind-Body Souls organic medicine.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

The sensation.
A pinch, may last a few minutes.
A punch, a little longer.
Broken arm, six weeks.
A gunshot wound, a few weeks or months.
Amputation may take years to get used too.
A broken heart however is constantly painful it may last a lifetime, maybe till your death bed.
How do you mend a broken heart?
My heart is made of 1 % blood 99% you.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Delusional propaganda the essence of distraction.
Everyone does it, watches it, eats it so must I?
The substance of conformity is to be common.
Has the real you ever emerged? Is the shadow of socialism camouflaged as democracy hanging over you?
I warn do not conform to this brainwashing storm.
Reform take off the uniform.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Their memories stray to the other day.
So close yet so far away.
They wrote a screenplay called “Lets runaway” that they would live someday on their own broadway. They came such a long way, she yelled let's go to Santa Fe, he replied ok! while preparing to whisk her away.
Two hearts moulded from the same clay,
unfortunately, the show was cancelled on a Wednesday.
Sounds like a fiction by Hemingway “Disarray” We will never ever fade away.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Does enjoying your life require a permit?
Are you the pilot in the cockpit?
Who’s writing the transcript?
You subscribe to this membership.
A relationship with clauses to restrict?
Hey don’t throw a fit admit no one recommended it you brought the ticket.
Fulfilment temporally on hold or permanent?
Who issues your permits?
Maybe it’s time to order a reality kit.
Living life without a permit, I recommend it.
Actualisation mental justification.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Reaching the end of the rainbow and planting flowers.
A hurricane destroys all with its powers.
The guru’s say it’s nature, again on your knees to the all mighty creator.
Life somewhere under a rainbow, people with a halo.
Rid us from the cargo and vertigo and planting flowers.
A hurricane destroys all with its powers.
The guru’s say it’s nature, again on your knees to the all mighty creator.
Life somewhere under a rainbow, people with a halo.
Rid us from the cargo and vertigo

Halim J Mouawad ©️

What's the difference between a hypocrite a liar or someone who is delusional?
Calling a or someone delusional a liar would be clearly justified.
A contradiction to one's true beliefs or actions.
To mislead or impress subject to surroundings or topics.
The lying purely fabricated to continually uplift or cover oneself and fool the gullible.
Every time one demonstrates these behaviours, the reward is a moment of pleasure which has more value than the ongoing stigma.
The Illusion will eventually be exposed.
I call it windexing, making someone transparent.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Ask yourself.

Can you live with or without someone or something?

Miss or not miss? What's the scale measurement equal?

Another sequel mentally illegal. Will it be peaceful or evil?

It might backfire don’t get caught in the crossfire.

It may not have what you require.

Substitution for institution, rewriting the constitution Isn’t always a solution.

“And remember, no matter where you go, there you are.”

― Confucius

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The power of forgiveness.
Is forgiveness an emotion triggered by ego or pride, hate or anger, motivated by over-self worth?
Is time a relative to forgiveness or a remedy whilst we walk through the jungle of thoughts, doubt and contemplation?
Like a monkey swinging from tree to tree grabbing the next thought like a vine.
Forgiveness is freedom from all shackled thoughts jailed in a chamber within the mind.
To forgive or not to forgive, this is the question.
Or are we just like the monkeys?

Halim J Mouawad ©️

His kiss liquefied her.
His touch, electrified.
His conversations purified.
He didn’t complicate, he simplified.
Misguided, he reconciled and nullified.
Her Dismay he made it go away.
His taste never to be erased.
Mesmerised vision her heart forever imprisoned.
Her Guru in Blue, no one ever Knew.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Popping the bubble you live in then find yourself in another bubble slightly larger leaving the mess of the last bubble encapsulated within.
Pop the next, again you’re in a slightly bigger one with the collective chaos from all the previous bubbles.
Seeking tranquillity purity & stability, without confrontational mental physical and environmental change one becomes anarchy immune.
The bewildered bubble people.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Holding the seed close to his heart.

He knows the field and country it was planted in.

Fields that grow cotton,

that supply the spinning company,

who spins yarn for weavers,

that supplied the Dyed fabric for her soul to be woven from.

The fibre within, her fabric she bared all only to him.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

#10yearschallenge
10 years there could be physical, mental or financial evolution or deterioration. Most focus on material success and neglect what's mostly important, happiness from within.
Long term happiness doesn't come without dedication.
A wise person will train their mind and direct it at gratefulness then one will be rewarded.
What’s more compelling is, in 10 years the destruction of the earth, our home this wonderful planet is being depleted. Without consciousness we will live oblivious to the reality. We will all pay the price for selfishness.
Ignorance isn’t always bliss. (A bunch of hippies and activists can’t do it alone, we need global unification)

Halim J Mouawad ©️

She can’t keep away, not for a second or a day. She can’t let go, she wants yesterday.
His tenderness impregnated her existence, her indulgence paid the consequences.
When the night comes silence echoes laying pains, laying mornings the same, he kept her heart tame.
Gone sleeping with a smile, waking with a grin.
Are tears a sin? Her next of kin spiritual twin, it’s hard to take it on the chin not another begin, misery unforeseen.
He didn’t want to talk anymore, nothing else to say no more cards to play.
She cried baby please stay, he replied no more replay!
The last petal fell, broken spell now its farewell.
Hopelessly Devoted.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Her face in the top draw stowed beneath the killer magical mirror.
Lay’s foundation here comes the transformation, she becomes the gangstar of love.
Cloned boys in Da club, desperate and ambitious all wearing the latest cologne called “Confidence” tradesmen by day mafia by night. That wink makes them sink, whistling and yelling baby Yo wanna drink? she’s mine, well that’s what they all think.
Drinks pour, followers up more, DM’s new high score.
In the morning the victim of another emotional war.
Sneaking in the back door, falls on the floor parents in a total uproar dads yelling you look like a fucken whore.
Feet sore, dress tore trying to ignore, am I candy on the dance floor or is it a discount store.
All she wanted was a real man, love and pure better than the ones before. I can’t do this anymore, I don’t want to be a dinosaur, well maybe just once more.
Happiness in a draw, who’s it really for?
Throwing up she remembered she was married, mummy you ok?

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Whats a gift? A present.
The presence is the most profound gift of all.
One might be enlightened to the real meaning of this philosophy rather than a cute concept you heard or read about.
When one truly accomplishes this stage of existence, one will then sail smoother waters.
No ocean ever remains the same nor is it foreseen.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Every action has a consequence.
In the wrong environment we compromise our integrity.
In the right environment we enhance our integrity.
Choose wisely or pay the price of internal conflict.
Self destruction fly’s under the radar of consciousness.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Like hippies smelling flowers for the first time.
In the forest they could see in the dark.
Sound of the beat the fire warms their bare feet.
Gazing stars twinkle on His back and in her eyes.
The Dawn like never before they saw.
Face tracing lips doing the navigating.
Eyes lusting, love blushing Cupids coming.
Then the switch came on, all was gone.
The Dreamer.

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To the queen of hearts,
I constantly appear to you because you are seeking me in your conscious and subconscious state. You instantly see me in the distance.
However you see but don’t recognise me due to turbulent thoughts. You ask why are you here? I’m here because I love you.
I have appeared to you many times in many forms, its you that has to capture my essence.
The awakening moment will come only then you will take me.
Every breath you take my chest expands, your every smile I feel warmth, In your sadness I feel pain.
The reflection, I am you and you are me.
We are destiny in the close distance.
The Heart.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Jesus Buddha Krishna didn’t give anything to man that man wasn’t already born with.
The teachings from all the prophets are guides which ever you choose.
Environment alters our implanted instincts without notifications.
You have heard all the narrations all the explanations.
Face your obligations your natural expectations.
If your a believer listen and notice, this isn’t Hocus Pocus.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

If you make someone angry, someone else makes another person angry.
The “domino effect”.
The cycle delivers it back to oneself.
The “boomerang effect”. In a perfect world, a utopia state rather than dystopian, how could one get angry or inflict anger?
There would only be kindness.
Every bad action, word or thought adds angry energy to the world.

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The heart paid its debits.
All paid in advance shouldn’t it be in credit?
The mail man just keeps bringing more.
Never lets one forget it.
Heart depleting It needs a loan.
Does a heart ever get into credit?

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I’ve got the dreamers disease.
I didn’t say please.
Just like a tease It comes with ease.
Constantly around me like a light breeze.
It came with a life time guarantee.
Dreams like Hercules powerful and strong.
A permanent bond, lifelong thats where I belong.
If I sing my song, will you come along?
Im a dreamer and when I wake, nothing changes. (Halim means to Dream)

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Never been a gambler. Bets on you.
The odds so seductive nothing constructive or productive just destructive.
Smiles the introduction, heart abduction mental destruction logical corruption volcanic eruption.
Is the value of true love worth the pain will life ever be the same?
To truely love or to wonder all your life does it exist. Which pain is worth more, suffering the unknown or the loss?
Just like a one hit wonder constantly living in the past.The bar raised so high that no one else can compete.
Does a Gambler ever actually win?

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Who wants a Jack in the Box as a friend?
No One!
Never knowing when to expect a sudden shock.
Friends should be consistent regardless of moods, suffering, happiness or environment.
Considerate not leaving one feeling confused by the unknown. “Useable Friendships”, friends that are only useful to your current circumstances.
True Friends share honesty, love and kindness.
Caution! imposters everywhere.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Bubbles born in the stream, all impermanent.
Travelling for a fraction of time on this world then dissolve.
Some believe the almighty or the universe created the stream that created the bubbles, what created the stream? The river? What created the river? the rain? The clouds? The atmosphere? The earth? Regardless of your beliefs, there is one certain truth, impermanence. We travel in life just like the bubbles.
“The Human Bubble”

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We have two options.
We can’t “or” we don’t want too.
People like us, “can’t” isn’t an option.
So what options are left ?

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The same song, same words same tune. Your gone. When I hear it it’s like an alarm, a gong that wakes me from a daze looking out of the haze like a crazed fool. My heart goes into palpation, frustration. What’s the duration when’s the graduation. My heart’s trying to find a new location, my weak mind can’t resist the temptation. I know I signed the application, I thought it was a life time collaboration. You said our love was gravitation. Where is the book on love explanation. What’s the legislation I’m living in isolation. My heart need’s a Mother Fucking vacation. “Staring at the ceiling, I realised the light bulb lasted longer than our love”.

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Is the pleasure I give you or myself worth the pain I inflict on other’s?
What’s the value of pleasure when one on the other hand inflicts pain. What’s the scale measure? Is ones pain or pleasure more valuable than other’s?

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When someone asks you a question.
Who answers?
You? you’re ego, or your pride? Decide. Has it ever been identified?
This is my question.
Does it cause you aggression for self protection?
I’m not asking for a confession, I can tell by your facial expression.
Answer at your own discretion.
We all need a little identity progression,

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On the back of the bike riding. White stripes go by while you think, thoughts rush at a slow pace in your head, the past present and future. The sun sets slow the white lines become amber.
Spoken conversations without words your hold is a tight hug. Cheek glued to his bare back wishing the road has no end.

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The birds woke me.
Sun shines, I wipe the sleep off my eyes.
I looked up from my tea cup, you weren’t there.
Who was I speaking too?
Wheels rolling avoiding pot holes.
People and animals with prolonging stares watch as I ride by, did you see me?
Did you hear me yelling out your name in silence? In my head it sounded like sirens.
As I look down the wind blows sand on my bare feet behind me the street

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Mouth, the tongues chamber that speaks sounds or silent of no words. To open or close is governed by mind or by a sensation. The listener concurs or opposes. For what is this complexed chamber that can make or break worlds, the gate to harmony or destruction. The monkey covers its mouth to speak no evil.
The monk lives in silence is that the “Key”?
The Monks Key, “MonKey”🙊
Thoughts of a man

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Chest pain profound.
Heart broken unspoken abandon.
Lungs won’t fill, gasping breaths.
Time is slow the pain won’t go.
What to take, it can’t wait.
Tomorrow another today day after day.
Flawless and lawless.
Side by side risky ride.
Bonnie and Clyde the mad groom the crazy bride.
Teary eyed, unjustified homicide, love suicide.
Love was Jekyll became Mr Hyde.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Hear me for I now will speak. I utter to the ones that lend me their ears and seek.
In several doses did they listen or just hear?
Were my words understood misunderstood, did they lack clarity or volume?
The matter at hand is reality.
Maybe my words will aid and rid what really doesn't matter.
You concluded “the” matter, a “matter of fact” when time has rendered it redundant.
Why did it matter then and now no longer matters?
Why can’t you make it not matter in it’s infancy rather than nurture it with time?
This is the question.
Time is reality, it doesn’t lie.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Walking under your umbrella holding your hot tea you paused and smiled.
Styling her hair in the coin operated laundromat she sat on his lap and giggled while kissing and interrupting him.
They watched the machine as it spins, like teens, bodies wrapped together impersonating siamese twins.
She wore ripped jeans cute face of a beauty queen. Like a movie scene you peeped in.
Thinking of how it could have been, your routine so slim and grim waiting for your win win.
Then suddenly your jaw dropped when his face turned you realised I was him.
The Has-bin.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

You ,
Break down my walls.
Fly through my clouds.
Crash the waves in my oceans.
Blow the wind in my forests.
Spread The sand on my beaches.
Peak my mountains. Heal my pains.
Glow my moon night.
Light my sun.
You are my optimism.
My cup of tea.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

In this state one can be virtually perpetual. What’s in a mind can be empowering or prisoned to its surroundings. We a part of the boundless universe or hostages to worthless egos or pride looking for pitiful salvation. Thoughts of a man in a village.

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The fish thinks it’s universe is the fish bowl.
Don’t over rate your fishbowl, It’s not that significant.
Jump out, have a look around.

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I am the Brush and you are my Canvas the mind told thy body.

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Your hands planted me, The soil my abode, I the seed you sewed.
You watched over me a commitment, Water for nourishment.
You took care of me that was your oath, Sun for my growth.
You guarded over me until I could stand solemnly unconditionally.
Without you I wouldn’t have existed, without Mother Nature I would not have survived.
I have grown strong and healthy full of vitality my own individuality.
In return I give you nutrition fulfillment honor and pride for you are my Father and I am your child.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

Hearing your legend

In the distance you looked grand from my stand.

The sun of dawn woke me highlighting your crown.

I felt you call me, why did you do that?

My feet surrendered to my mind as I surrendered to you.

Breath heart sweat pulse strength mind body soul a team of the same bloodstream.

Moments of short asking my Father why have you forsaken me, where are you taking me.

Stairway to heavenly or stairway to hell moments I couldn’t tell.

My mother surrounds knowing exactly how to remedy. Assuring me child look around feel me.

Propelled by powers that were installed in me by the almighty, powers that I thought were unlikely.

I got the see your face up close and hold both your hands tight, wow omg you are the most beautiful sight.

Beneath the cold there was warmth.

Maker of the earth we are one, doesn’t matter where we run, this is where it all begun.

Part 1;

Annapurna. I will never forget you.

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Surrounded by sunshine in the street.
Eyes and smiles from all isles we meet, Peace love and happiness witnessed I did.
Yearning the same outcome, how come, we just want fun, thats humans basic rule of thumb.
Dreamers and believers we are, hope filling our reservoir not so bizarre, sounds like a song played on the guitar.
You gave us preachers and teachers, rulers and foolers, they became the reviewers.
Recognise me, I was you.
Go back to true, the one you truly knew. “I wanna be a stylist, I wanna be a ballerina”.
Be what ever you wanna be” just do you, is you due? Maybe a lifetime break through

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With the power of the almighty sun behind me the force of the great oceans can’t wash away my shadow.

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Worlds apart yet so close as close as the breeze on my skin.

A bond without words rather like a feeling.

A connection without a fuse, without an off button.

The nectar of the Gods we tasted, like a spell as deep as the deepest well, as strong as the diamonds tip. No undo or forgot, bury the strongest seed as deep as you can dig, it will always spout and become a tree deeply rooted. We are it's Phoenix leaves.

The unspoken love.

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Smoke signals above, drum beats from the distance.
A Guy with long hair strikes his drum with two sticks summoning all tribe members. He calls it FaceLook.
Children of the tribe abandon what’s at hand and gravitate towards the smoke and mesmerising beat.
We know its time to meet, greet, we are a fleet the fire the heat the music so sweet what a treat the ground is our seat
The sound of love, hearts start racing we all know its time for embracing. Through the forest we trek and seek, branches and leaves crush under our bare feet. In the distance a glow, Oh a tribal show, free flow, move like gyro this won’t stop till tomorrow, past the moonlight this isn’t a twilight campsite we have love and kindness this is our guidance the others think we are under a spell of madness.
A circle of drummers with instruments from afar, a musical seminar the earth is the conductor. Joined like the roots of the trees 360 degrees the musicians play with ease it’s their expertise. Lebanese Japanese Chinese Balinese Portuguese only one spoken language required everything else has expired. The vibe isn’t planned, our brand, magical wonderland this is where we stand our armband hold my hand and you will understand.
We spear our spirits and souls to the stars past Mars, behind us our memoirs there universe all ours.

Halim J Mouawad ©️

If Jesus were with you today.
Jesus. What’s the rabbit for?
A. It’s the Easter bunny.
Jesus. What’s it for?
A. It gives out chocolate eggs.
Jesus” rabbits don’t lay eggs.
Jesus. Who are they?
A. They are nuns.
Jesus. What do they do?
A. They are married to you.
Jesus, all of them ?
A. Yes
Jesus” I never married.
Jesus. Who is he?
A. He is Santa Claus.
Jesus. What’s he do?
A. He fly’s in a sledge from the North Pole climbs down chimneys and delivers toys to all the good children that the elf’s made for them.
Jesus. What about the other children?
A. They don’t get any.
Jesus. who is he?
A. He is the pope
Jesus. What’s he do?
A. He is the heights representative of you. He is the boss of all church’s and priests.
Jesus” I’m confused. I didn’t appoint a Boss.
Jesus, my son can I ask you a question?
Yes my Lord. If you believers believe in me why don’t you follow my teachings. Love thy neighbour be kind and share love.
Was my death in vain?
I preached on the grass. I wore draped cloth. Wore sandals without any riches.
My church is in your heart. It never closes. My son go share love and kindness with your neighbour, this is your duty. Its very simple.
The man is now confused.

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Sitting on the departure gate floor, Paris Sydney or Baltimore maybe I’ll go check out San Salvador. No longer a prisoner of war the universe all mine to explore.
You weren’t afraid, you walked my way, you asked may I join you?
I like your jeans. Thanks I replied, by all means, are you from the Philippines?
You gave me an interesting smile that lasted awhile.
I wondered, pretty woman, are you lonely just like me? Why did you choose my company my space while trying to analyse your face.
We spoke in riddles, gave us giggles, we can’t answer a question a game of affection I think that was the intention.
Lets put the past away, not worry about the future, let’s just share this floor for now. And make sense of this somehow.
Who knows what we will share, or what we will find.
It’s not too late, something is happening, what is it I smell, feels like a spell, is this a carousel, another hello or another farewell?
Someone please explain this to me in a nutshell.
Are you on my flight this stary stary night?
Beyond the sky, we flew through the clouds, like the song says I will fly into your arms.
Then I woke up the plane had landed, the air hostess asked Sir have you lost something you look enchanted.
I smiled and replied to her, you can’t loose dreams, she smiled back and said Sir, I like your jeans.

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I Saw a girl.
A cap she wore.
Her face I couldn't ignore. I was already hoping for an encore.
Behind the mask, why are you so familiar I wanted to ask.
A sparkle in her eyes, do I know you?
In her eyes I saw a heart full of emotions.
I could see her unspoken devotion. Her smile so warm and welcoming, so accelerating. I said hello, she replied with her eyes, Hi.

I could see something was disturbing,
She held a screen everything on it was obscene it was like a bad fucking dream something I've never seen. I wanted to scream, this is extreme who are you the masked team?
I said the man in the video is a %#<~ it rhymes with blunt. Is this a stunt? I was in the forefront of confront.
That day I never forgot, animals of the world I’m so sorry, now I’m part of the masked team it does seem. Anonymous for the voiceless this isn’t a fancy dress it’s the new world congress a global success.
Later We became BFF then I found out she is a vegan Chef, after that I became profoundly deaf.

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I gave you a test, why did I kid myself you were the best, just the same as the rest mentally oppressed suppressed obsessed under house arrest.
Your friend said don’t lose what you love, you didn’t listen you thought the sun and fun gave you freedom, then reality kick back in your head like a train wreck. Circumstances and environmental, you can’t focus, thats what broke us.
Totally typical so predictable I was hoping for a miracle something unsinkable, in a love court you would be charged as a war criminal.
Now you want back, nah nah fuck that no more chit chat. Go see stupid for that.
There was trust now just emotional dust, we were US thats now flushed.
Wasted words, Wasted love, Wasted conversations, Wasted time.
Mistakes are made, played charades minds strayed, felt betrayed time to upgrade, this saga was homemade.
What was beautiful now so ugly regrettable forgettable what happened to remarkable and exceptional. “Drops The Mic and walks off”

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What I was taught was remarkable , its all about the particle.
Connect the mind body soul, through the minds keyhole.
This is another level to enlightenment, our entitlement, true retirement.
10 days of silence was timeless.
10 days of focus nearly broke us.
10 days of meditation try avoid the temptation.
The monkey mind, is not very kind.
I see you, I feel you, I know you,
Take my hand, if you want I'll show you.

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A girl climbs onto her dragons back . As the dragon spreads its wings and gathers air for its launch the momentum of thrust is exhilarating a girls heart is racing with excitement. Within moments the dragon is gliding, the fresh air fills a girls chest the air cold however soothing. As she fly’s over the 14 seas and the 7 kingdoms the buildings and landscape become smaller as hight becomes apparent making a girl recall her learning that those things below are not important and mostly meaningless. A girls face transformation is a story of its own, a girls smiles with thoughts of self reassurance knowing Hope and Faith were always there. The maze of the past unworthy of the mind. From above in the sky all is breathtaking, It’s the same place however without words or unnecessary interactions. The girl consumed by the glorious view she noticed another dragon flying towards her. On that dragon sits a boy following a girl to wherever she fly’s. Knowing who the boy is she sends a welcoming smile. From the ground, citizens of the capital look up and see the two dragons fly away between the mountain ranges and through the clouds. The end.

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We are planted on this earth as humans.
Placed into our biological families. The beautiful part is that we gravitate towards our true family the ones that are familiar, we congregate as companions not conditions.
You my friend are the one I gravitate towards naturally.
I appreciate, your hospitality, generosity, nutrition, mystery and solutions.
Your unconditional friendship and love. You never leave me.
Just to let you know your presence had a massive contribution to my life.
A wonderful outcome I am grateful for that.
Your my mother, Mother Earth.

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What is it you learn.
What is it you see.
I see what you don’t.
What is it you speak for I am listing.
I hear sounds that resemble words.
The rich mind filled with an abundance
of excuses, summons one yet they all yield the same.
Imagination is an adventure, dreaming of an escape from the paradox and paradigms we call contentment.
Logic is the unsympathetic.
Take away your back up band can you still preform?
We are all a one man show.
This I know.

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2017 oh what a year you have been.
Some will say never come back or please stay forever. However you are still what you were a year ago, exactly the same. Maybe a habit or physical change . Time is the same. Time didn’t change anything. What changes or changed are actions. For we haven’t learnt. Use your energy as currency choose wisely how you spend it in the coming period called 2018.
Most in debit few invested. Another collaboration of seconds minutes hours days will not change your life. Only your Actions will.

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Everything feels empty,
Like I'm a hundred and twenty.
Every one else looks alive,
Summer like winter, I feel deprived.
The sounds are flat the sun without light.
Gone my shining night.
My heart beats heavy and weighted.
All I remember is when we dated, created, related then debated got frustrated.
Every time I hear that song, it just brings you back along.
What did I do wrong? I'm not that strong.
Every time I hear a door open, my heart starts chocking.
I look to see you come in, then I remember the key you put in the bin.
You make me feel like a rock, fuck that wall and that clock.
We made mistakes, my tears fill lakes.
I tell these thought to go fuck themselves, just take me back to when we were ourselves.
Please bring back the sound bring back the light, come around, I'm down, all I do is frown. I can’t calm down. Another let down. I think I'm having a nervous break down.
You make me feel like a rock, fuck that wall and that clock.
Its been to long and I'm stil sitting waiting for you to knock.

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What you see, how did I treat me.
You see pretty or handsome, was that an expensive emotional ransom.
Did you disappoint, betray another day or replay.
Where is the child we once knew, grew true or lost in the queue.
Never realised while waiting for the prize I think my mind lies and cries, fake glamorise and socialise.
Reorganised actualise demoralise criminalise apologise before traumatise.
Time never flew, time is on hand, promised-land is better than no mans land.
Change there is no exchange, modification is your liberation, a new nation free application.
I am you, I am your reflection, I am the “Mirror”

Halim J Mouawad ©

Two leaves sway drift gliding throughout the night .
Warm soft breeze like silk. A ballet with sparkling stars and moon light.
Magical thoughts smiles calm and content.
As the sun peeps the two find a high branch to lay watch and rest.
They fit perfectly together like two sides of a mould.
Heart beats softer slower slight breathing until eyes close.
The two are One, now inseparable.
Existence became impossible alone.
The earth a single forest all roots reach and touch
without lies, ego, competition, selfishness, jealousy, reason.
The universe made Us, in the end we will be One.
Whats mans reason? (The two leaves were never seen again)

Halim J Mouawad ©

The Enchanting village that Never forgot.
Embedded on the side of The mountain top.
Winter snow covers all.
The other three seasons reveal the fertile land.
Fruit grows natural water flows.
The essence of earth gave birth.
Old souls float about, no doubt about that.
Trees that weep they also speak, homes of stone reflect long ago.
Peace thrives no overdrive.
The transform was True form” sworn an oath of the purest growth.
The embrace can only mean this is the right place.
The boy returned as a man, the above is what he found.

Halim J Mouawad ©

Human, now robot.
Acting in a global soap opera written by vermin’s.
Open eyes look beyond.
Open ears listen to silent.
Close mouth, speak no unnecessary word.
Pursuing greatness, rather than courageous.
Reform or conform.
Help not indulge. Outweigh stray or stay.
Colour religion wealth or reason all we need is simple mental freedom.
Earth of nutrients overlooked, chemical the incredible miracle got you hooked.
There is me, there is you, from the moon we both look blue.
You never knew that did you?
(Illustrated In the air, written in a village)

Halim J Mouawad ©

The rain drops fall from the terracotta tiles to feed the ground.
The bamboo reaches to the sun for growth and strength.
The stream flows seeking its next chapter.
The ecosystem happens intrinsically.
Without a mind it flourishes.
What is it our minds do naturally?
I think to myself while I sit on the balcony.
Nature.

Halim J Mouawad ©

We sit side by side
Incapsulated in time.
Gravity isn’t here, the ground no where near.
All I see is the sphere, Oh dear not plugged in however I can still hear.
The airflows the atmospheric pressure high or low? I don’t know.
So smooth the earth is static. Why earthlings are you so traumatic, dramatic not diplomatic you are supposed to be democratic.
From up here there is no season, just to much space without a reason.
I can’t see where it all began where is God the creator of all Man?
The sun in sight, behind me the night. Through the round window peeps the light.
No voices echo, no irrelevant sounds, there were all left on the ground.
iClouds of white, skies of blue.
I think to myself what a wonderful world wish that were true for the ones that never knew.
So much more than ill ever know, much more than that puppet show.
If you knew what I went through to be part of this dream and exit the mundane scheme .
Transmitting my frequency and vibrations into the atmosphere through your mind like a spear.
On our control panels we gave you something to read and look at, how about that.
Father & Son astronauts.

Halim J Mouawad ©

Landed on a black falcon, departed on the blue flying lady.
17 years elapsed. Becoming Healthier wealthy and wiser. Mostly misunderstood.
An alchemist unrestricted by any medium.
Proven boundaries are infinite a paradox of mental knots. The earth my tool box.
Journey seeking adventurous and exciting, never dull .
Ruler of my kingdom without a kings hand.
Washed away the grime, polished mind body & soul, governed by no thoughtless trolls.
Who was loyal? Who was foe?. Who was to know. I slay the Trojan horse, later than sooner.
The orange remains orange, apples remain apples. What changed? only that I accepted.
Learnt is to speak to the human before the emotion, one will only then master vast truths.
Verified age is a phantom number in a time paradigm. The mind king of all kingdoms.
My learning, lend me your ears , in 17 years I used all my gears with or without tears or volunteers.
One thing never changed, I never bent knee for no false God new or old.
I am within, not your average Joe or Jim, sometimes a comic, sometimes dim even grim, you have seen him, I am Halim. (Good bye East, Hello West)

Halim J Mouawad ©

Bon voyage destinations mostly unknown. Time without a clock, the sun and moon as guardians. Itinerary based on Heart beats and instinct. Souls and spirits frequencies, vibrations will attract each other. I am you and you are me. The earth we share because it's only one. I won't run however I will consistently emit energy. Feel me.
Bid adieu.

Halim J Mouawad ©

Game of thrones,
Who wants to be King or Queen? To sit on the iron throne all alone. You threw me a bone felt like a stone. Its better to go alone. A milestone took me back to a wishbone. A depleting bank loan. We were a clone in a timezone permanently sharing the same headphone. I'm just trying to make some sense, no pretence.
Mend like an old friend. We chat what about that. Siri how should I feel? I said feel not kneel. What's the appeal? I peeled the onion to the core I want more back on the dance floor, an encore not a drugstore. Ignore isn't what I was looking for, washed up on the shore, mentor I'm not a trapdoor. Restore? What for. Hard reset to a soft one is this fun? Excuse the pun Hun, what's the outcome. I'm not gonna run I'm just going to follow the sun. Who knows how long for, its a new door a spree near the sea. I'll never forget the tree when we were carefree (what rhymes with chickpea)? I could write till midnight that would make this poem an "Iron"ical chronicle. 😉

Halim J Mouawad ©

Long ago, I was young and fine, then you infected my mind.
As I aged, I didn't let you put me into a rage.
My mind was a bank robber, stealing my optimism, mental prison.
It didn't mean it, it just did it.
Go far far away, Realise don't jeopardise.
Lost now found.
There was fright then light.
There was night, now days.
It isn't a superstition or prohibition.
You know the difference.
My heart will sore, through all valleys mountains clouds to the heavens.
Heart and mind nothing in between, don't interfere.
If you close your eyes, feel me, you know I'm there.
I know your not that strong, headstrong is a drag along.
Trust me when I say, I watch over you every night.
If you change your mind, look and you will find.
If you don't know me by now, I am Hope. Just say my name.

Halim J Mouawad ©

I give you youth. I age you.
I guide you. I confuse you.
I give you directions. I get you lost.
I give you hope. I give you hopelessness.
I give you lust. I give you celibacy .
I give you adventure. I give you isolation.
I give you wellbeing. I can make you sick.
I make you smile. I make you frown.
I make you skip. I make you slump.
I make you giggle. I make you cry.
I give you contentment. I give you emptiness.
I give you substance. I make you weak.
Who am I ? I am Love.
I have the ability to make or destroy you. ''Love"
(The picture has no reference to the poem)

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Years gazing at the canvas.
Creating fantasising dreaming of every stroke without touching a brush.
The masterpiece a figment of the artists imagination. Years go by. Villagers wonder why does he ponder. In time the canvas and artist merge into one. Without either there would be no us. A collaboration of two became one. Now the masterpiece sits in the attic never to be seen. In the eyes of the artist it's the greatest work ever created. The canvas brought to its magnificence.
Deep In his heart this is his only true love. Who is more grateful?
To be continued"
The artist and his canvas.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The stone and I". A few years ago I found this small stone that reminded me of a stone that I collected when I was a young boy. I drilled a hole through this stone by hand. Every day I drilled a little more until I pierced through the other side. The only tools I had was a small drillbit my hand and my mind. My question to you is , what was my superpower? the drill bit? my hand? Or my mind? The moral of this story is ??? ????

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In a maze of urban uncertainty, autonomy a mere memory.
Just one captivation, magnetised, becoming weightless metal fluid. I floated towards you.
Sublime yet so powerful. I surrendered to simplicity. Certainty lives without confusion.
Hope never changes, perception does.
Meet my new friend, Mr Fuji, son of Mother Nature.

Halim J Mouawad ©

In a maze of urban uncertainty, autonomy a mere memory.
Just one captivation, magnetised, becoming weightless metal fluid. I floated towards you.
Sublime yet so powerful. I surrendered to simplicity. Certainty lives without confusion.
Hope never changes, perception does.
Meet my new friend, Mr Fuji, son of Mother Nature.

Halim J Mouawad ©

May God bless you.
Make you true.
Give your eyes vision and ambition.
Give love and guidance.
Allow your minds to imagine.
Creativity positivity tranquility.
Let the sun shine on you both, give you growth.
Be proud of your walk and your talk.
Through the fields of fear, remember you can steer.
What you hear are only sounds, they will always play in the background.
Your hands are creative, I think I gave you that.
Be reassured, thats the cure.
Stay true to yourself and no one else.
What matters is happiness, a word of advise stay nice.
You have youth never leave the kid in you behind.
Have fun my Son, My Daughter life is all yours for the taken, don't ever be mistaken. Love you always, Daddy.

Halim J Mouawad ©

I thought love only existed in fairly tales.
To capture your attention with my beauty wasn't my intention.
I can't be taken however I will give.
Do not be mistaken for what I am not, I am what I seem.
Do not restrict me because I will not flourish.
Give me a field and you will yield.
It's not what I can give you, its what you can give me.
Ask and I will be sincere do not fear.
My beauty isn't selfish its within.
Look deeper and you might see.
I can't live without sunshine.
I can't live without breeze.
I can't breathe without the trees.
I can't live without hope.
The morning mist moisturisers my skin.
The earth gave birth to nature and all its wonderful wonders, didn't you see?
Elementary it does seem.
To age gracefully.
Rid the shadows within.
Let them escape for your own sake,
Reflect your beautiful face, time isn't a race.
Tell someone how you feel the empowerment its unreal.
Hey, I am me, who are you?
Im not an exhibit for you to say, thats mine so you feel fine. The vase isn't my home.
Look what's hidden between the leaves,
I have the ability to prick you and make you bleed, bring you to your knees.
You thought you could cut and detach me.
The last petal falls, then what? Is the end near? Fuck that, I'm a Phoenix.
I was given thorns for my own protection, not affection.
I am part of loves history and I'll be part of it's future.
Treat me right and I'll always be here.
I am the icon of Love, I am "The Red Rose. 🌹

Halim J Mouawad ©

Is the glass half empty or full?
A single chair, does anyone truly care?
Your body and mind go in seperate directions.
We go out in this weather, , we see just gloom, we shouldn't assume. Seeing them all in a costume, the main event in the newsroom.
Pretending, descending or ascending?
All it takes is a trigger thats what I figure, its all there for you to consider. There's nowhere to hide I am on this ride that i didn't buy the ticket for. Who is here to judge you? They are not your guru. They just want to screw you. The battle of Waterloo. We ran out of glue. Who knew?
Something is on you mind, what is it you find? I'll fix it in time. Memoirs are written, don't feel bitten.
Hey, I'm just another writer a survivor a subscriber a fighter. Your scent wont go, like a Bordeaux we are meant to grow.
I Hope you liked this show, Bid adieu. "The survival of winter"

Halim J Mouawad ©

I remember all my life, through all my strife. Something deep inside, there was a strange feeling, a feeling I never knew the reason. What was the meaning? Where are you ?. You play hide and seek. Are you guiding me? Are you watching every step I take? Why wont you show your face? Remember those times I was grieving , I heard you say, I'm never leaving. Are you going to watch me for eternity?
I tried to explain that I was looking for you, they looked and laughed, said you are daft. You saw me look back, asking you to save me from the Wolfpack.
I tell myself you don't exist , but I feel better when we are together.
I know I'm always in your sight, especially when I'm in a state of fright.
You might be the earth, the wind, the sun, the rain.
Are you my twin? my Mother, Father, Sister or Brother?
I got down on my knees and prayed, I begged you to stay.
The pain is still the same, gone the flame who is to blame?
The skipper of my ship, you are the sail master of this vastness.

"Guardian Angel", I have named you.

Halim J Mouawad ©

"The Sun & Flower"

I am always here, be patient my Dear, the clouds will part just like a work of art. Even on those overcast days look beyond what others see. Believe me. Beyond this darkness you will find the way. Share my passions and share my will. Together we won't stand still. I want to consume all of you and teach you how to consume all of me. Our secret never to forget subject to no regret. The voice from above shouted loud, I am here little flower, now strive you are alive. Even though the breeze sways you my rays have always amazed you. Do not lose vision this isn't superstition, its the next edition. Look up at the big tree, years and years and still striving for growth knowing it could cope because It never gave up on Hope. The illustration, could it be a ventilation? Either or I'm here for the stay.
You are the opposite to a sunset.

Halim J Mouawad ©

'The calf, lamb and piglet' chicken & fish"

Earthlings we all are.
I dream of fields that are green and skies that are blue.
Born from a mother impregnated by a father.
I never met my parents because I was taken at birth.
We all know its wrong, your ignorance played along.
This position is now your new health condition, permission for another prescription. Your beautician is your physician. Pop the pills and pay the bills.
These global illnesses are a result of your own hands, . Did you eat my mother father brother sister cousins, I never had any friends because my entire life I was caged. Fed chemically infused grain with antibiotics I know it sounds idiotic. There was no sun and no fun, just the pain my life was in vain my blood went down the drain, my father left on the last train.
We are tortured and slaughtered. The crys and screaming are not just sounds. We are scared and stressed, a holocaust or massacre that never ends. Every time you choose ham, steak or milk you might as well aim and fire, who's the liar? Just because you are smarter doesn't give you the right to make me a martyr.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The Dreamer & Creator"

Running on heart beats. I feel the pounding, its astounding.
I used to run on fuel like every other mule.
Now I'm in sync. What do you think?
I see radiance, its all about patience. The story goes like this, You opened the drapes, no brakes, Destiny escapes. The apes stand like sour grapes.
You got a moment? Watch this stare, now its locked in, chin to chin, remember that grin? The difference is I'm the opposite to a has-been. Its all within. Joint by the tail we can now prevail inhale and exhale. The sweat is a duet, I didn't learn this on the internet. You were looking for that needle in the haystack, you never found it because it was never there, just that blank nowhere, dear me it was a horrible nightmare. Now I have Hope he taught me to cope. I will use all these tools no rules.

Halim J Mouawad ©

Smile"

I want you to see the difference between a grin and a smile.
The difference between a walk and a stroll . The pleasure of aliveness was always right there in your forward conscience, your mind just needed some kindness. When you do, its another level, be careful its Heavenly. Divine, its mine. Why did I waste a decade of consumption, fuck, it was a metal abduction.
No more for us, its a matter of trust, Mother Nature she always sorts it out, no doubt! I will Skip hop and grin, who ever told you that was a sin, kick them in the head, come talk to me instead. I remember when I didn't see such, now I know to much because i'm in toucH. I'm going to make it clear, never use reverse gear, it rhymes with fear. Walk on Air, like you just don't care, thats my affair.

Halim J Mouawad ©

Here is me, "

Here is me, you can see. No constraints, any complaints?
Spirit in the sky, do not lie. For Gods sakes keep me in this place this is where I find grace, my passion, you are not the latest fashion. I am addicted to the magic, the mystery the unpredictability. You are concreted in part of my heart. Why was I robbed , my heart has throbbed. Life shouldn't be a fucken lucky dip, who made these rules? ridiculous fools? I don't want this shit, I want what I felt not what i was dealt. I just want you and how you make me feel, it's unreal this is me, now everyone can see. They don't understand. Untreated this function could be in conjunction with a malfunction.
My art my world nothing can seperate us, nothing further to discuss.
I was the student, now I'm the MF ing teacher.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The Lost Poem"

I lost the poem for this post. Im still mourning the lost words.

Halim J Mouawad ©

"The Shepard"

Come with me.
As long as I'm alive, I want to thrive, go into overdrive. Be the healthiest and happiest version of me that I could possibly be. More or less there is a formula to this success. It doesn't come emotionally or socially cheap however its free. I want to meet the best me. Have you met yours, what's your cause? Firstly, dig deep and discover your element, you have work to do if you want this breakthrough. Do be careful what you find, you and your life might not be one of a kind. What you seek could make you feel kinda bleak so to speak, you might freak. This marks the beginning, who am I kidding? It could be a killing. A massacre of the masquerade. How do I know? Because I have seen this show. You need to find your soul, this should be your only goal.
How about everybody just be nice, if it's too hard, try twice. Don't follow the herds, Say nice words.

Halim J Mouawad ©

(Q: What's the best thing you can travel in? A: a healthy Body & Mind)

"The Dreamer"

A smile doesn't lie. Your eyes are the crystals of your spirit.
I have a skip in my step, this is what happens when the weight is lifted off your head.
I had a dream and woke up but It wasn't a dream. Finally I got to feel what was real.
When you have come to the realisation that you can part with anything. You will see the glow and others will watch your show. Pressure be gone, you are a miserable liaison. I banish you to where you came from. I feel the laws of attraction, what a satisfaction. I am my own light house, I shine for guidance, trust my reflections for all your directions.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The music plays. The beat goes faster so does my heart rate. I hear every instrument, every string every tune. I'm free, I'm dancing on the moon. It's going through my body and soul, I feel it in my skin. It's a beautiful thing. I can hear everything. Where have I been? I never want to stop ever again. I am free dancing like a tribal soul. This was always my goal that someone stole. I feel it come out in my sweat, no regret. This feeling I will never ever forget. Thank You conductor, what you wrote has hit a note. What a relief I can now breathe

Halim J Mouawad ©

The butterfly"

I want to be a butterfly. When I awake I can hear the air calling without any boundaries or restraints. Without cause or expectations. Without regulations. Without complications. Certainly without justifications. No predators or creditors. Can you see? The concept of humanity is bloody insanity. Grow some wings and take a leap if you dare.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The Carnival "

The lights so bright flashing, dashing and splashing.
The music makes me smile while I skip and eat my chocolate chip. All my cousins came along it was like a beautiful song. Mummy hold my hand tight keep me in your sight. It feels like a dream, the light beams, the ice creams and the children's screams. Mummy this is a fun fairground, can we now go on the merry go round? Then I yell, one more time, then I start to feel its about my bedtime. I will always remember this place, it will be kept in my happy suitcase. Thanks Mum, that was so much fun. Hold me tight, Good night. .

Halim J Mouawad ©

Christmas Time"

The children are excited. Christmas spirit is in the air. The music is playing and the women are cooking. The men gather wood for the fire and exchange thoughts. The song says it's Christmas magic but there is no mention of Jesus. Gifts are opened and smiles are wide.
But do they really know why it's Christmas time.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The Mask" Listen carefully with open eyes. it's not your ears it your eyes that tell truth or the lies. The stories will come and go. it's the filters you require to shut out the glare to make sense of what is truth or dare. it's not me that's thee scare it's you because you have the ability to turn on and off the care. Some call it callus my definition is malice. Pick a side and stay tuned in because you're harmonious frequency has a major deficiency. A friend doesn't pretend. The gift of seeing Transparency is the new currency. My name is Windex® "

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I See"

I see, it's called telepathy. I read your mind because we are one of a kind. You think I'm smart crazy interesting.
I know you love me, why is it so difficult for you to tell me?
I must say, I feel your energy every day. You play the game of pride, this gives you a safe place to hide. When was the last time you went for a ride? The birds are flying and the puppies are playing. The sun is shining yet you convince your subconscious this life isn't obnoxious . The sea sends waves that gather small shells on the shore, we gather them while we walk. Why is that? you know this thought. It's called reconciliation. I know why but the difference is that I'm not shy. Maybe one day you will also try. Charades worked in the good old days.

Halim J Mouawad ©.

"The artist & Canvas"

You were so blank.
Without any rejection I gave you my affection, you came to life, I never lost hope. You took part of my soul, my mind, my hands because I understand what your seed needed. Alone you sat awaiting watching people walk by, you hoped I was near by cause you knew I was going to turn you into a stunning butterfly. Look at you now so beautiful to see, really it wasn't me it was always there just suppressed and kind of depressed. I don't take credit for what God gave me, the ability to see and transform. With a touch of colour your life is now immortal. Thoughtful some say, others say pretentious and egotistical. My duty is done. Now go out, go out and have fun. I know you will never forget me.

Halim J Mouawad ©

Tick Tock"

Tick Tock Tick Tock this is your clock.

Will the routine ever change?

One day it might snap or crack because you're real life doesn't seem like it's ever going to come back. Do you have a clue Who are you catering too? them or you? Did someone forget, life shouldn't have any regret. The mundane life will slowly but surely put you in a mental condition of strife. Did you notice or did you avoid the obvious? Don't try convince, it's you that life has become long since. Imagine that, going in circles around the same racetrack. There was a study with mice the outcome wasn't very nice, take my advise learn and think twice.

Halim J Mouawad ©

Freedom"

You speak of freedom while other seek it.

Some actually achieve it. My Sweetness is contained, it was meant to share, shows you really don't care. Coexistence is emotional distance measured by the consistence. The Survivor, man things just felt a hell of a lot lighter. Pop the top, and simply say you aught not. Your style of regimental is now fundamental never again Detrimental. Weigh the values, the physical and mental will always be heavier than financial. How much you selling sanity by the kilo?

Oh I see you, You see me, simple Philosophy. Who wants to be free?

Halim J Mouawad ©

Oh what a classic. What a joy.

So bright, right there in my sight. All enchanted by your stunning glow, you put on a mesmerising show. To reach out and hold you was not possible because your universe owned you. We can only look and admire.

If I were a Jedi I would fly through space just for that one embrace. Would I look back? I'm not quite sure of that.

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I thought my ego was out to get me, but it wasn't what it seemed. Felt like the more I gave others quickly just forgot. The two voices battle amongst themselves, I am purely a mediator in my own mind. I see my reflection in the window as I walked by, I just saw me in the corner of my eye. Was I ungrateful or others hateful so judgmental? Winter is over its now summer breeze, hopefully everyone will be put at ease. I feel bad when your sad, this isn't how be a comrade. Who knew what I went through? or even you. It's not the end, Hey I'm just looking for a friend. The pen is mightier than the sword. The Reflection

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Oh You think I'm wack? Funny that. Are you on the attack? Please leave a message I might just not call you back. (I think this idiot is smoking crack)

Get down deeper and you might see, dare if you will take a different path to me however I doubt that. Your homies might switch ya, or ditch ya.

Stay in your little box of forget me knots. Lets play truth or dare, Oh did I scare ya? Your happy where you are, other do see, but not me ! I see unfree a typical wannabe.

All it takes is a little telepathy. Is it accidentally that you choose this distany?

This isn't directed at you, Its about the other fool.

"The idiots circus is in town"

Halim J Mouawad ©

"Jule & Ricky the escapees"

A long time ago. I remember when I was young, only two or three. A little pea. It wasn't because I couldn't speak, I was just playing hide and seek. There was no sunshine at the time for my guardians when I was gone. For them it was way to long. There was no mistaken this place was now forsaken. For the guardians it was a horrible surprise, you could see it in there eyes. It was to late to say Im sorry how did I know how much you really cared. I promise you , I love you I never ever want to hurt you. Please listen, I know you only want the best for me. I know, when you hold me in your arms real tight the feeling is there, everything is going to be alright. Tomorrow I'm gonna play a new game, wait and see you will be proud of me. See that kid in the corner? I know it sounds crazy but it will always be me.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The Eagle"

Soaring above. Between the metropolis high and low camouflaged In the dark. Detection is not on the agenda. Sharp vision sees what other predators envy. Knowledge is bliss however experience is king. The common valleys are vast. Heard's will share the obvious. No one knows what path he flys. No one knows the thoughts within. Where does he go? what is his element? The question many ask where do you go when your alone in your head.
What are your thoughts we want to look inside your head.

Halim J Mouawad ©

The Joker

It's October, I'm a provoker, cigar smoker, I'm a coacher, now I'm a MF joker.
I heard you joking, was that directed at me? Quite frankly your wit couldn't submit. Maybe some other time it might be showtime!! Now look, look all around, those pathetic voices they don't even make a sound. Your sarcasm it has enthusiasm, make it dynamic because mine will be ultra dramatic. Be careful who you pursue, you maybe issued with a tissue. Boo Hoo.
That's enough for now, Thank You.

A table just for one"

The music is the same even though it has changed. Each song carrying a chest of memories. It's a beautiful day with September rain. Did you see? Or were your eyes full of hesitation? Or speculation? Get off the boring bus. Tell the driver to stop or you might miss your life's jackpot. A passenger or the driver the choice is optional. No need for laying and waiting. The hat always attracts a chat. No fkn doubt about that.

Does the ant think it's life is insignificant? Was the flower born for the bees and other creatures survival or for its own beauty? You are thriving, looks like you are smiling. Pity it's only for one season, why is that so? This isn't a good enough reason. Stupid concept. Thriving all year long now that's a bloody good name for a song. A wise man said, give life a chance don't be in a state of trance unless it's a dance. That man is me.
look close and see Adam Ant

Imagination"

With every idea, I wish you were here. If you were not what would I be?
I can only see what others can’t believe. With collaboration its the migration of the minds. The infusion creates collusion even if sometimes its just an illusion.
In this workplace or in a common place our minds are the database. We don’t apologise if you think this is madness, because this is our permeant status.

Curiosity. Who is more so? What is that you think? Where goes that thought? Recycled or new. Are they dated or weighted or fabricated? Are they complicated? Some may need to be exterminated some should be motivated. Wouldn't it be nice. A dogs life, without strife. Humans need stimulations celebrations complications congratulations with or without calculation. Who is the supreme species? So dear puppy dog, what is it you think while you blink? For most you are the emotional rescue.

Imagine with this notion I could create this potion to cure the forsaken and awaken what was not rather taken it was mistaken. Today's society, "the delusional are incurable". Gullible so dysfunctional Stupiditit's laughable. It's funny how they think they are untouchable. They live in a dream but do they have true self-esteem? It does seem. For me it's about teach, for some are completely out of my reach. Stupidity is it a condition or a way of life? To me that's debatable. My hands are on the table. 500ml bottles of cure now on sale. Hey this is just another tale.

The sun sets west, it will rise for the rest. In the east it's all fake I'd rather burn at the stake. People gather, doesn't really matter. Egos will drive the conversation along just like a boring song.
For Gods sake how fake I'm about to break.
Friend or foe? I do know. It's now the typical status quo. Bravo great show.

I brought a ticket to the world. The journey has no end. I share my adventures and capture your imagination. With my stories you were never distracted because I impacted. Now go buy a ticket. Go seek and be adventurous. What ever the length find the strength. We now are on the same wavelength.
It's not about proof. You are the youth that's the truth. With no avail go prevail.

If I were a Hatter, would it matter?
I still got the Moves like Jagger. Some think you are peculiar, don't let them fool ya. If I could throw the dice and make everyone nice I wouldn't think twice. Is there an outbreak of fake? For Gods sake be awake don't mimic an earthquake. I don't ask for much, stay in touch, just be real, Isn't that a fair deal? Don't be a steering wheel. The theory of conspiracy has no density.

Is it a belief, a way of life,overconfidence or accomplishments what makes a person?
Why judge or begrudge me? Is it unthinkable God created us as an individual not to be typical.
From space we are just one race. This is my earth, my place of birth. Our existence is Gods brilliance.
Then God rose and said, man do not impose. Who knows, maybe one day man will no longer oppose.

You should have seen by the look in my eyes,
no-one wanted to listen. Suddenly, the flat dough would rise simultaneously with my smile.
Was it the fire glow? I felt like Michelangelo. An artist of bread. Where are the olives and the zhatour, Quick don't waste any time, eat while it's hot omg a small ball of magic, don't forget bring black Tea. This is revolutionary for me. Well salami ham eggs tomatoes cucumber also came to Bread's birthday.

If a bird was weighted could it fly?
Ditch the weights, and fly. It's quite elementary. .
I'm that bird. Come fly with me.
I'll take you to the moon, I might even bring you back. Who said flight couldn't be infinite?
Buy a ticket to the ride of your life, the fair is reasonably fair 😉. Adiós. Au Revoir. Arrivederci.
Sayōnara. さようなら. Auf Wiedersehen.

I go to sleep and dream again.
Then I wake with another idea.
Tequila whiskey vodka all say why not create a place for us like a showcase? We promise we can take your guests into cyberspace. Will get rid of their poker face and replace it with a smiley face. The human race has become a disgrace.

But a dream is not reality!
" Who's to say which is which? "the looking glass"
Many dreams do become reality.
All you have to do is dream.
They thought I was strange just because they didn't understand.

The Canvas "

It's been awhile. The bare canvas asked have you forgotten me? Why do you neglect me? Have I done something wrong? . Silence is painful why are you so ungrateful? We used to be inseparable. ' I replied, I'm so sorry I should have told you, Don't be silly don't get into a tizzy I was just busy expressing myself differently. Timber and steel had me with this fascinating appeal. I promise I'll be honest Our endeavour will be forever.

The greatest "

Since Prince and Bowie. Now it's Ali.
Star Man the Purple One and the Greatest.
Why don't world leaders die instead? Because there wouldn't be any regret I assure you we'd all forget. Kill the dictators and the filth the runs the world. Leave us with the ones that inspire the ones we admire. If I told you this mornings story, you will be thrown back.

As I sit I always wonder. I have an option to light or ignite. I see warm but outside there is a hailstorm. With a dial I can easily turn on a smile. For some it's has been awhile. I want to make this winter worthwhile so I built my own, a place to reconcile. I'll wave my wand and bring you along. Join me if you will together we can put a stop to this blooDy Chill.

As the sun travels west to visit the other half, the moon light returns to take its place. Just like two guardians in the sky. The night has established itself. Our activities also change at this time. We venture indoor. Some might read a book. Some might draw. Some may listen to music.
Some will turn on the television for further mental pollution that they just can't miss.. Today I created fire. What's your super power?
Do you have one?

Don't be scared of the light. Don't be in a fright I promise I'll hold your hand tight.
Such a beautiful sight a golden night. Walk with me lets be free and see what lays beyond the glow, I don't know. It's better than going alone. I hear the music sweet in the street. Leave the dam car lets just walk and talk or we will never know, lets just go.

Persistence"

Finally dreams are made of persistence.
I fought all the resistance because I personally believed without any assistance. It's not about fame nor fortune it's just something to share. What people think I really don't care. I find it almost hard to believe what I have achieved.
It's kinda like Traveling on a flying saucer then disembarking as an Author.
Soon you will meet the characters of my new endeavour.

Peering out the castle tower.
Looking south to the past and northern to the future.
There are no signs all I see are visions and replaying thoughts.
Tired tired seems to be constantly on the agenda.
The weather is just right but where is my magical flight?
How long do I have to wear this smile, it's like a task that feels like a mask.
Today there is no smile.
Is it just me or do others see?
I just want to be set free. "This story isn't about me.

Once upon a time there was a small piece of abounded land. Neglected and useless.
The owner had a thought and a few lengths of timber. The Italian said I will give you foundation. Just like a magical orchestra the elements came together and made themselves companions of the new frontier. We collaborate for a purpose, the purpose of a neutral gathering ground for all. This is my Geneva.

Did you see the old man peddling his crop on the way to the hill top.
It was bright but not in his sight.
Wearing his knitted hat to keep his head warm.
Why was his heart cold why Did he seem lonely, so far yet so close. Three dollars each without a peach or friendly speech. Hopefully I didn't impeach. He had no time for talking. He slowly packed his fruits and pushed his trolley home all alone. Who on his return was waiting?

The Lion, Eagle & Wombat "

All The land is vast and the skies are blue.
The underground mysterious where we keep searching for clues. With knowledge uncertainty is minimised without being a minimalist.
Guessing and speculation is rendered useless.
Certainly for certainty is bliss.
Protecting the land.
Scanning the skies.
Knowing the underground.
Unconventionally The Lion, Eagle & Wombat

When you see red does this invite the thought that maybe summer is dead? Instead, Autumn is like a stunning redhead. Time to convert into a winter homestead. Some might say I'd rather the rain, others may enjoy the heat. I however don't mind a bit of tang or Yin & Yang. Variety doesn't go astray indeed I must say. Spice up those wondering thoughts with a wonderful winter walk.

Lonely I was. Stacked and neglected in a dark place. Stored for an unknown future. Longing for the day that my charm would be once again appreciated. I offer strength, loyalty and organic companionship. My only request in return is appreciation. I am Lumber, now know as the "Element of entrance. Other side coming soon.

To put on the shelf,
* put aside temporarily; postponed. * inactive; useless.
I'd rather say to display your abilities, share possibilities. Exhibit items you want to share.

Then one Day I can no longer. The coal that steams my engine has come to its reserves.
The tracks behind me are counted in the thousands of miles. As I look back I see my accomplishment. The journey has been long and tiring. The question now is do I stop? Indeed not. Instead I do my best to rest. This steam engine is not about to be propositioned into being decommissioned.

The best way of getting stoned. Paint stones.
If you're in need of a buzz, natural stimulations are far more satisfying. Amazing what you can achieve when your alone in your head with an imagination and a hand.
Mind" your wish is granted. Me" wow that was trippy, I feel like a hippy. Is that silly? As a matter of fact it's getting rather chilly. Enough said now I'm looking forward to bed.
Imagination please give my mind a rest. I promise tomorrow I'll do my best. I assure you, you will be impressed. Tell creativity not to put me in captivity. good night.

What will a brush achieve with imagination ?
The third dimension has more intensity than the second. Don't submit to flat. Be animated live in 3D, 4D is certainly far more arousing.

Gazing at the stars. Captured my imagination. It happened so naturally. Next thing I knew I thought I ought not fight the will to write.

Choose wisely what you consider trash. Someone else will make it their treasure then you might regret your loss and want it back. Or maybe not

Procrastination is dead. Integrity is alive. Passion without integrity is like driving with a flat tyre.

Profit and success can be very addictive.

Lend me your mind for a fraction of time. Imagine if you will. Imagine if all your pains and suffering, stress and pressures were completely eliminated, erased all evaporated. Life in an euphoria state. The sound of morning birds and warm sun on your face. This isn't a conspiracy concept this is a possible reality. Life, choose it and use it. Exist in your element not someone else's. Jesus fought conformity for purity.

Who wants to be conventional when you can be controversial.

What spins your wheels"

Isn't it interesting what spins our wheels?
Different people different stimulations.

Do you know what your element really is?
Do others know what your element is?
Are you living in your element?
You might be surprised.

Iron announced, May I be part of this collaboration ? Lumber replied, why of course. We hold no prejudiced for we are all children of the earth. What would you like to be asked lumber? Iron replied The eliminate of entrance. I show strength and I am a worthy guard. Iron was then written into to constitution. Iron is now known as the third eliminate.

Yesterday was,

Tomorrow isn't,

Today is, Enjoy.

Wednesday nights coaching and mentoring sessions. If your juice needs a boost feel free to join in. I'll give you the tools to keep your juicer sharp. That's a promise.
Your job is to implement via integrity communication and persistence.

Our paths will always be winding and changing. Challenges with distracting obstacles. Our personality is a reflection of our heart. Our eyes are our windows. Our mouths are the horns of our soul. When in sync our heart soul eyes can only make harmonious music where others can't resist other than to follow. Be wary, obstacles share the ability of the chameleon. It takes fine tuning and a touch of persistence with a little passion added.

That one ballon that never wanted the party to end. Are you that ballon?

The sun is revitalising. The breeze is mild. The Ambience is undisturbed. Nature is smiling.

In life you must keep grinding. Persistence is worthy if you seek the outcome.

With a thought and a few tools.
What will become? Anything you desire.

At that moment when inspiration arrives capture it. Morning noon or midnight. True Creativity has no off button. Nurture it until its fruitful.

Broken, lays on the ground thinks of the glory days looking up at the sunshine. My days are over awaiting the earth to consume me. No I am not over now I am beautiful again, useful and loved. I have internal life. The walking stick.

Halim J Mouawad

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