Seeds and Dreams

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By Marivel Guzman


The only place where you can dream

is in your mind.

You can build castles of light,

and travel into the absolutely

nothingness of a fantasy land.

Nothing can stop you from dreaming

with being an angel in paradise,

or being the dreamer that hold life

in the palm of his hand.

Dreaming is having the power

to make a better future

and plan it well ahead of time.

Welcome to my world.

where dream and the dreamers

meet and enjoy a better life.

I always wonder when is my next trip

When I will be in dreamland?

Sweet Dreams and do not forget

to take the keys of reality

maybe you need to come back.

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June 2, 2011 Posted by | Akashma, Poetry | , , , | Leave a comment

Inseparable Twins

By Marivel Guzman
Jun 14, 2010

Anguish and sadness,
Excruciating pain,
Grieving, departing,
Memories gathering
Squishing them tight
Take them in your journey

Afraid to say…
the last good byes
Behind your leaving
Your Mother Land…
Wanted to escape,
To run!,
Fighting your shadows,
your mind!
Dark Torment,
ghost of the past,
Shadows of the present
Don’t cry is part of life

Leaving behind your mother
Is not a crime!
Leaving Your cradle,
your dreams
your bed,
your friends
Is just part of live
Sons of the mother,
Missing her breath
Her worries,
her endless advices!,
The kitchen spices……..
Her lovely hands,

Although with pain
They need to abandon
That beloved soil
The Mother Land
Holding your fits
to your heart
Yelling in profound silence,
you Ask!
What you’ve given me?……
Death, Misery and blood!
Oh Dear Beloved
Sons of this land
Terrible future you have
You want to live,
You want to fly,
But the ties to the land,
And the guilt of your absence,
Are spears in your heart

That Distance promising
As a poisonous arrow,
Your soul is free
To decide, you know
Victory is not given…..
Not to barren hands

Rivers of blood feeding
To the thirsty land,
Never enough,
To Quench the thirst of the war,
Longing to return already
But have not even
This Land that saw you
play, And cry!
Tormented soil,
Hearing the thunder
The Bombs,
Your mother pots
your brothers laughing
Your cries and laughs
All blended in time!
Your wrote his story
In every hill,
every hole, every grave
every tree,
the mist, the blows in the morning
the light the gives life

You are every where
My sons, you exist
In the Nowhere…..
That part of everything
That sees,
that touch!
Always Moving,
Touching everything
Penetrating all the landscape
Your joy and your pain
Feeling like one,…..
the same!

My sons, You want to go,
And conquer the world,
but that wound in your heart,
grows like the Vine
Run My son, ride the winds,
touch the other side
We are the same,
continuity, sea and dirt
Like Mahmoud Darwish,
Using his pen and soul,
To give his message
with angel wings to the world
Writing emptiness in the sky
He won your heart, my heart

Mi memories will live in you
Inside your flesh,
Running through your blood,
Being here,
or there.
I embrace you the same!
Be gone, grow wings, Fly!
That this land will always be here
Always be yours,
You are not departing
We are moving to the
other side, you and me

This poem of love
Will always survive
The pain of the mothers,
Will be there, with you
With your soul in your flesh,
That grief will be joy
When you my sons pray
Every time your forehead
Touches the ground!
All the laughs, memories, pains,
Blended as one in that moment
of meditation, raising your vibration
Be happy, Be Palestine

Time will give you
That sought peace
No battles, no bombs
The story is rewritten
You win!,
Peace be with you
You deserve it
Behold that though
When you feel Free
I will be Free, because…
We are one
Mother, sons and Land

I will be in your dreams
Return of this mount of soil,
My essence will give you warm
The thought, will give you
Food for you soul.
Ancestral ties
always here, my sons,
Always yours, remember
Your Land is Palestine
Continuous terrain
that connect, all the around,
Don’t cry.
Just touch the ground,
Is all sacred,
The mystery of life
That connects.
Love is with you,
As soul and heart,
As you are dirt,
You are part of this land,
Inseparable twins

Mothers, sons and the Land is Palestine

Palestine is in her sons and the Land that sorround us all, the holy land

June 14, 2010 Posted by | Poetry | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment