Hope

There is hope in every good seed you’ve planted
There is hope in every tear you shed.
There is hope in every faithful change you had committed to do.
There is hope in every valuable time you had spent.
so
What is hope?
Is it a rope around your neck?
Is it the change you’ve been waiting for?
Is it the wish you had made on every shooting star?
Is it a prayer you make once you are depressed?
What is it?

Hope is the feathers on every bird you see in the sky flying freely.
Hope is the smiles on every child’s face with traces of love and care.
Hope is the colors you see when no one sees them.
Hope is the sweetest melody you’d hear after every severe storm and bashful war guns. 
Hope is the knowledge you gained on every sight you’ve seen and book you had read.
Hope is when silence breaks on every ring of a bell and takes the fear away.
Hope is what keeps an author writing, a painter drawing, a designer designing, a journalist persuading, and a teacher educating.
Hope is when rivers of truth flow and flowers blossom to spring out pleasant smells and dancing butterflies.
So..
 Are you still wondering or dreaming.
Or Waiting or chanting..
Or Wishing or praying..
Or Sitting or changing
Or Hoping??

Sweet Words

Sweet words set their wings and flew over the seas
They crossed the mountains and valleys
Fought sunset battles and negativity
Rode azure skies and dance with silver forked clouds

Sweet words landed on a tree
They dressed it up with colors and some ABCs
Gave some advises and hummed deep melodies
Composed lyrical poetry for the birds to whistle
and sang for the world to be free
 
Sweet words spotted me taking a photo
They flew toward me and wrapped me tightly
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't believe
These words ...these words
Can't be described
Except they are sweet, melodic, and dazzling too!!

Thoughts

Words by John Philipp
Drawings by Phil Frank
For more check this link: http://johnphilipp.gather.com/wwe

The Story Is About..

Here is a story of a young boy

When he was a star standing with joy

He was asked to tell a story

“A story about love, a story about wisdom, a story about a nation..a story”

Said a man from the audience

But the boy just and did not know what to do or say

 Thoughts were swinging and sliding on slides

Ideas were flying like eagles in the sky

Then he thought of something

SOMETHING ..

It had blocked his thoughts, his mind, his smile

And he said…

What is a story when you run out of words?

What is a story when you are out of ideas?

What is a story when anger is a wall blocking your thoughts?

What is a story when tears are…

|* cries, cries  

“Cry over what?!” said a motivated future thought

Cry over unnecessary fights

Especially when dark is always turned into light

Cry over a frozen screen or torn book..

Cry over forbidden love or a sad look

Cry over a spoiled flower or plant

Or

Over a dead memory buried in the past

|*cries cries

What is a story when the eyes are brimming with tears?

What is a story when reality is just a dream?

What is a story when vampires sucked all the ideas?

What is a story when no lines are attached?

What is it?

Just

What is it?

|*moments of silence..breathe breathe

The audience was amazed and clapped

The young boy’s eyes gazed

And there

A smile was drawn on his face

With a light laugh

The Timeline of Thoughts!

In 1983, Lebanon was in a civil war
and yes.. I was born
A year of devastation
when people cried for proper education... 

Bombs were dropping
buildings were collapsing

Windows were breaking

Shadows were hiding
Tears were dropping..
and fear...
oh fear..
years passed and what shall I add or recall.

*moment of silence |breathe breathe…


In 1990 the civil war was over
but the memories weren’t fading because they’re written on walls
Their traces were scattered on people’s doors

Knock, knock who is there?

The bells of the future were playing a sweet symphony

In such a harmony

I can smell the sweet scent of the flowers that a child had grown

I can see the green wild grass driven all around the flowers.

I can see the snow piling up on the mountains.. shining like white gold

I can even sense the warmth of …

“Wake up, wake up” said a voice.

Why do I have to wake up when I was not daydreaming?

Why do I have to …

Don’t you believe in hope?

Won’t you scream for hope?

What is a Border?

What is a border?                                                         

Is it a line that cuts two countries?

Is it a limit that defines each boundary?

What is a border?

Does it stop disorder?

Will it give new orders?

What is a border?

Does it keep you from dreaming?

Does it cease your shadow from beaming?

What is a border?

Is it swallowing your thoughts?

Is it destroying your hopes?

What is a border?

Who sets a border?

Is it you?

Is it me?

Is it them?

Is it us?

Who?

Can you tell me who?

Who are "You"?

Who am "I"?

Who are they?

Politicians to blame!

Leaders of shame!

Who is to be blamed?

Well.. all I am asking!?!

What is a border?

Palestine

       "I'm not living in a wonderland, this isn't Alice time, I'm living in the would be nation named Palestine, clandestine operations throughout the nation by the swines, that keep us oppressed by grand design, I stand behind enemy lines while my hand is high, fist of solidarity in this moment of clarity that we have in life, I fantasize about the day we don't need sacrifice to maximize our standard of living, not write in candlelight
    Can I ask you why this situation hasn't pacified? Why are things getting worse as the days pass me by? Why so much suffering, why do people have to die? It's a sad picture seeing mommies and daddies cry

    It's all because Israel was prophecized? That's only the beginning of the story, just half the lies, of the excuses used as an alibi, I wonder how much more of this bull do we have to buy?" - Kaotik Evolution