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Friday, April 22, 2011

Where Do We Draw the Line

Where Do We Draw the Line
Poets Of The Fall




On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down

So why do we keep up this charade
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line

The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird

So why don't we join the masquerade
Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If I can't choose my own design
Tell me where do we draw the line

Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
Where's my father lionheart
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line

Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose to see the signs
This is my line

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Under the sun


My love under the sun
When no lines between countries
When all wars is gone
We can feel the freedom of us

My love under the sun
We are one
And the universe had witnessed
Upon our hearts
You said once
“I don’t belong to here”
“You don’t belong to there”
“Only to God”

My love under the sun
The dearest to my heart
If I can call it just a heart!
The light of my soul
If it’s in my body!

I am the universe
While the lines still stands
I am the revolution
While wars blow the candles
I am the saver
When there are no more heroes

You promised me,
Nothing?
I promised you,
Nothing?
Maybe it’s all about wishes
But under the sun,
You are my love …



Nour Badr
Sat. / Sun. 18/10/09
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Monday, April 11, 2011

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Odd ...

This night has no color but I can see shadows of two ghosts … One is bleeding and the other is shooting. One is shaking and the other is raping. One is dyeing and the other is drunk. This lonely lamp on the street which is lighting only one way of the road, can not relieve the truth.

Odd, these shadows moving forward hidden away… moving heading toward the edge fighting. Odd, to see shadows of two ghosts in the end of the tunnel … One is crawling and the other standing still. Odd, the reality is the shining sun and the truth is purple roses upon the White Mountain.

Nour Badr--- Sat. 2/4/2011