ArabianWolf

Where am I What have you done? Where's my modesty What have you seen? Where's my faith What have you believed? Where's my knowledge What have you achieved? Where's my grace What darkness engulfs you? Where's my hope What slumber struck you? I was the vanity and confidence of this nation I was the book they wrote The morals they loved and The words they prayed Where am I And what have you done? Where am I And where's my History Why am I a forgotten mystery A lost page torn of bloodshed and greed Where am I.. And what have you done?... By: Nasser bin Khalifa AlFalasi

Frustration A word that waters ones eyes and scrapes ones heart It's the every lasting river of tears and sorrow The incapability of walking another tomorrow It's the destroyer of hope and dreams The darkness of wicked schemes Nations trembled by its thought and feeling Leaders enraged of its incapable healing Its something I felt within my soul A broken spark, an empty hole I know my need and desire But I'm motionless by those up higher I know I'm capable of doing things Of opening doors and cutting strings Like an early dove, which unseals its wings I can fly higher than the greatest of kings Yet people are blinded

Four … a number that makes every part of life. When lost, it's four that finds your way. The northern skies, the western beauty, the eastern deserts and the southern waters. All together make the world we live in. The Northern skies that gleam dreaming in the midst of night. The sparkles and stars shine bright with its hope upon our sight. For she looks upon us even in darkness to shine upon her light. For she is wind, an element that helps shapes the rockiest terrain or the driest desserts. From her are we shaped and molded to the earth we live in. The western beauty of lush full greens and enchanted forests. Her innocents cultivate

We are the clothed ones The modest and humble We are the survivors of the dead The burning sands as our bed We have sung in the rain and laughed at the heat We are the swords of our fathers And the ink of our sons We are the poets of the night The founders of the light We are the dwellers of the sands The nomad speaking lands Amongst us came knowledge and prosperity To heave the message of great sincerity We are the source of pride One, of which kings fought to live aside We are the ships of the blistering sand The journey of ones true inner man. We lay between the silk of east And the iron of the west We place the faith of

 The known stranger - Chapter 2 There land grew and grew , there waters moved through and through , there trees just blew and blew. All of that in which marked the name of harmony. At a certain date there lay a visitor by the gate. Standing there so bold and old as he ate. His eyes were that of a merchant his expressions were that of hate. A guard moving about, he went up to him with no doubt. Grabbing his spear and placing it through the vocals of his breather, standing there with no face he just opened his hand and there appeared a mace. The guard was shocked of this magic, and in fear he pulled down his spear. The man started walking into

 The Birth of the kingdom ILOF - Chapter 1 In a land once garnished by love stood a kingdom of great values and ferocity. There lay a vast castle of decorum and exquisiteness. Nature hanging about , waters moving through out, animals saluting the streets with faith and manners. They have no doubt on whom ever lived there. Not a spec of hatred or wickedness ever existed in such splendid sanctuary of man. Till now that as… The great kingdom which was known by many great warriors and merchants was called by the name of ILOF. Its greatness jammed jealousy in kings hearts. Wars were forged to the death of that kingdom. Wicked sorcerers and

A moment to freeze A lifetime to please A smile to remember A picture in December Still, motion or action A picture is more than a reaction A picture is a reflective thought A bright colored image your brain has taught The shadowy figures and silhouettes The painted vase and teacup sets Its all a memory you wish not to forget The times you passed through joy and threat The evocative colors of a million views Combined within a frame of wood and screws A picture is laughter, sorrow and rage Apart of ones memory inhabiting the cage A snap shot of time for your loved ones to see A smile to remember from your family and me A colo

This is it, The feeling I read The one my friend once said It's the breath taking cliff jump The weak hearts broken thump It's the crimson blades thrust, From your friends broken trust It's the set back of hope, Its Life's tattered rope The vermin pitch of love, The desire of The One above The test of submission A goal, a desire, a self-mission It's a sea lost vision, The hope of ones decisions It's the feeling you just read The one I just said By: Nasser Bin Khalifa Bakhit AlFalasi

Kings and princes sitting on their throne Peasants and slave, it's us they own Power and wealth Glory and health They can't break my mind They try to defile our kind We are born to be free Not slaves in our own country Justice has opened her eyes    Young man's dreams filled with lies I walk in peace from east to west They try to break me from what I do best I gather my men, both fierce and brave The kings own death do they crave   We are born to be free Not slaves in our own country They raise their voice to the heavenly skies The kings own greed do they demise Both men and woman draw hand i

I remember the way you smile The lipstick red stretching for a mile I remember the way you frown The sharp dense lines made you a clown I remember the songs we shared The ones that our hearts declared When the sandy ground flue by our presences When the infinite sky blew by our essences When the fires ember turned cold When the frost snow grew old I remember when spring flowers grew in summer And my heart beat like a drummer You could say its dream You can say I'm extreme But open your hand And you'll see me there, forever I stand...