Poetry Vol. I by Karima Lachtane

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Poetry VOL.I

By Karima Lachtane

ISBN 87-991527-0-3


Published by By WindBlowerTM

ISBN 87-991527-0-3

Copyright © 2004 Karima Lachtane (Windblower.dk) All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be copied or sold.

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Other books by this author The Secret of Anubis, The winter triangle A Magical guide to Luxor Temple Seti I, The temple of a million years


Poetry VOL.I


Poetry Vol.I

Index 1) ....................................................................... Comments about this E-Book 2) ....................................................................... editorial notes 3) ....................................................................... Ibis 4) ....................................................................... Parents 5) ....................................................................... Dark Hours 6) ....................................................................... Toxic Liquor 7) ....................................................................... Cries 8) ....................................................................... Do we really know 9) ....................................................................... Moon Knights 10) ....................................................................... Fun & Laughter 11) ....................................................................... Words 12) ....................................................................... He said 13) ....................................................................... A magical woman 14) ....................................................................... From Beyond 15) ....................................................................... Lost 16) ....................................................................... Tomorrow's Day 17) ....................................................................... Love every day 18) ....................................................................... Dreams 19) ....................................................................... The Wolf's crying song 20) ....................................................................... Pretender 21) ....................................................................... Maybe 22) ....................................................................... Stop killing time 23) ....................................................................... No Rain

Copyright Š 2004 Karima Lachtane (Windblower.dk) All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be copied or sold.


Index page II 24) ....................................................................... A Rose frozen in time 25) ....................................................................... From the darkness 26) ....................................................................... my pen 27) ....................................................................... So safe we all are feeling 28) ....................................................................... Silence in a Tomb 29) ....................................................................... By my side 30) ....................................................................... Tempting is the soft touch 31) ....................................................................... Broken glass 32) ....................................................................... YOU 33) ....................................................................... This is a story, not to be told


Comments

These are some of my poems, written in between 1998 – 2000. This period in my life, I had some hard lessons to go through. Sometimes pain seem to be never ending, we can never envision what is further up the road. I’ve learned that from every heart breaking, there is also an extra heart to win (gain). Meaning from a painful lessons (if it is learned and learned correct for the individual), the joy will also be more to receive later. I’ve heard many people saying; why am I being punished so much, or in other words, this is a basic humane thought, for most people. I believe, here we commit one of our mistakes, Humans are not punished by someone else. We humans are our own worst enemy, not capable of understanding the Big meanings of LIFE! Personally I have a theory about this ‘punishment’ stuff, or lessons to be learned. I believe in reincarnation (Karma), and it is because of these ‘life lessons’ that I have such a belief. I believe in logic, but embedded into the heart of feelings, for they go hand in hand. And my logic tells me (like all others), No life is born evil. We have come to find that a lot has an influence on a child, but in fact it is also widely proven (in other context), that humans contain another core. This core seems to go beyond what scientist like to talk about (like Real understanding of Atoms), this is just labeled as a ‘genetic’ error in the persons DNA (genetic)-code.

In fact most DNA scientists have to declare that less than 3% of the DNA code is known, so this should be acknowledged when speaking of deeper subjects such as science in itself (too much credit is given to a pill called a happy pill). Personally I like to take science into account when thinking of ‘reincarnation’, but I cannot completely agree on any given statements on this subject. Because I have a lot of sciences embedded into my version/theory of this. I combine the fact of reincarnation and science, to the realistically nature we live. Like I said before, we are not born evil, but yet we have curtain behaviors through our lives where some could be classified as being evil. It is how we react and handle such a painful situation, in life that will give credence to goodness or evilness. No matter how we may confront this subject, we will always get to the same basic conclusions, that life is not fair towards any other life, because it is a cycles beyond the mentality of time/substance and so on. Only if we have lived before can what we go through, be considered as fair. Because only here will we not understand what we have done, so that we are experiencing the things we are. And if a child was born with the memory of maybe killing an innocent in a former life, then how would his new life then be? And would he then even be able to change in himself? With the memory loss we have a real New chance to make a mends, and without knowing it, which would make the given deed, even greater. Now you might be thinking, ‘umm, and what has this to do with this poetry collection?’ This has to do with the way I observe life around me, and within me. I love to seek the deeper levels of us humans, and I try to write a deeper scene in a short poetic way. I hope you will enjoy reading my poems, and that they may inspirer you towards your personal light.


As I lay by the Valley of the Kings I hear an ancient Ibis sing Sweet words from the forgotten time a place behind the pharaoh’s line So gentle and kind these words enters my mind Take flight my beautiful Ibis Created by our God that Is The sweet water kindly portraying your beauty setting the ancient words free

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Hateful words fly around this house I seek my hole like the little mouse She cries for him to understand She wonders who is this man? In his world of great domain He is the man that portrays himself as sane Getting lost from his wife’s love I see them like the little dove My innocence they beat away Why can’t they find a way?

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Dark hours of pain Hits me again and again Sane people explain What is this pain? Dripping like blood from a wall Little voices from the deeps call Dark hours of distress How did my mind become such a mess? Human flesh on my fingers Doesn’t make this pain linger Sane people explain Do you from this gain Dark hours of pain Is driving me insane

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Lost in a toxic liquor Lost to a toxic splendor Got away in no way got away but stilled stayed Wanted so many desirers Yet I got fired So lost I've become Tumbling over hitting the ground My insides is coming a way that somehow was misread Lost in my Lovely Sweet liquor Lost only wanting more

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Cries I hear from the deep dark Cries That breaks apart Cries never wanting to let go Cries That you'll know Cries Haunting everything near Cries that fill you with fear Cries tearing my soul apart Cries Calling from the dark

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A long time ago, we think, but do we really know. Anything, anymore.

words said, words unsaid, everyone just trying to get ahead. we are here, we should be near.

Forgotten memories, unsaid memories, everyone just wanting their fees!

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Moon light over us all Hear the heavens call From fare away they come A place beneath the caves A place beneath the graves They are gathering in the night gathering to stop the fight They are not afraid And they are never late Yet people never believe Until they are freed But the knight are you and me inside us can’t you see Building up through the years Building up through the fears Moon light over us all We won’t let us fall We’ll bring the Sun back Bring everything into its right track We are the Knights from the Moon Everything will be safe soon

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I want to have fun and laughter A smile I'll remember the day after No more disturbing hearts That themselves break apart

Run and hide With the children outside No more crying in the night Just because of a silly fight!

I want to play in the green grass Never wanting time to pass No stressing times Just, rhythm and rime

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If my words were for you Would they then be more true? My words are spoken from my heart Know no other part Hope is my future Love is my cure Words can be so cruel Yet they can be so fueled Words leave and come in Words that spin Like a beautiful flower You are Drunken in your power I fall catch this little child you see catch her mild me If My words were for you Would they make you blue?

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Seek me out under the stones or in the trees And there you'll find me! The essence is Life And yet we still use the knife! Cutting away life like we were our maker We definitely are our taker So sad we all are all the time Everyday every night more crime Tears that will make a sinners flood Let us not wait until it rains blood! Take my hand It shouldn't be hard to understand Love life Let go of the cutting knife

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A magical woman, whispering rites, Beautiful she dances, in the moonlight. Animals, feel the safety, her words bring, So they come out, to see her sing. She is not, like the horror stories told, She has no warts, and has not grown old. No evil, could possess beauty, like this, This is magic, with an Angel’s bliss.

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Pens of beautiful colors Paintings of ancient scholars Written words from for beyond singing the same old song

Kings and Queens conquering land killing their fellow man Sometimes a love story to be told Even a scandal to unfold

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Lost to the splendor of space Lost to a Timeless Place Fainting away into stardust Getting away from the heating lust Gone by in a passing shadow Gone through an open door

I fall from high above Falling away from love No eyes To see me commit suicide No sadness No distress Lost in the black space I've become misplaced

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Are you not feeling at ease Then listen to a sound that pleases Are tears falling uncontrollably? Then it's your pain that needs release Don't hide your self away You will see tomorrow's day Give your self what you need That is Loves first seed Are you freezing and alone Then look to your friend over the phone Tell or cry Just don't ever hide You’re Not alone we all are made of the same bone Different and still the same This is life's game Tomorrow is forever And this world is really, -never Tomorrow or Today is now You live to die Don’t forget to wonder why?

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I want to share, with my fellow man Make them understand Those words are for us Not for breaking a persons trust They can take you way down Take you beneath the ground But I swear they can give you life Just say those sweet words to your wife Love lays in the words you speak You don't even have to be that neat From your heart say And love you'll get everyday

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Such a beautiful queen This must be one of my dreams Never seen a woman like this I only dream of a simple kiss How lovely eyes she has Only seconds and this dream will pass So soft and wet lips I see before me How can she be? Such a beautiful queen Striking beauty like I've never seen Her hair is so long So small and yet so strong Only in my Dream This beautiful queen

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The moon's light get turned on I hear the wolfs crying song Eyes looking from within the darkness A hunter looking from his nest So hungry his teeth dripping wet So into running, he sets Under the full moon he runs free in the moons delight he sees So sweet a prey So quiet into the grass he lays Waiting for the calmness to come Under the full moon he begins to run So fast That his prey can't last The wolfs crying song Won’t last long The moon's light get turned off And the sound stops

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Return my pretty pretender Return this December Just to keep the cold away Don't need you to stay My sweet lovely pretender You were here last December Just here to pretend to kiss Just pretending to miss But I know you'll be gone Before the sun comes But pretend to be here Pretend to be near

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What will happen, if I take another decision? Take it, with a different precision Would that change anything here? Or just anything there I wonder, about to many things, they say Why let my self, pay? they say Maybe, they are right Maybe, I belong to the night at that time, everything is so quiet at that time, almost everybody is tired I come out, from my little hole Come out, when everything is un-molded You should listen, to the silence you hear, no violence People are sleeping, so tight You have the whole city, in sight Moving, where you like Not even, a single bike It's so nice, in the morning hour The morning sun, has its power

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Stop killing time Don't let it all blow your mind Don't ever believe those who say we are better and if you try anything you'll pay

Listen to the wind in the trees Close your eyes you don't have to please Those that don't care about you Only your self should be true too

Then, you will be one whit the winds and all sins Will to the ground fall Your inner spirit has called

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Night times comes my way No rain Sad to say I surrender to the painless cries No rain I surrender to the sweet lies I remember the past No rain I knew it didn't last Yet hope kept me alive No rain Since I was about five Yet love kept me breathing No rain Just long for a feeling Coldness kisses me true No rain I've become so blue Am I still sane? No rain?

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A rose frozen in time Living in a parallel life line Forever trapped in one second While everything else goes on Can’t go back can’t go on Just watching life moving along A rose frozen in time A rose so fine

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From the darkness of darkness, he arise He comes, from the corner of lies With no kind hart He'll break, you apart He'll cast his dark shadows, on your soul On your mind, he'll grab a hold From within, he breaks out From the deep hell, he shouts! Creeping into your, insides Filling it up with lies In a slow haste, you'll become him No matter, how grim From his dust, you will breathe From his chest, you'll feed Nourishing your black hart, into one Your End has come

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When do I begin this story? Is this my glory? Writing of what I feel My Pen is the one who steals! The words gone to paper Is this fair? Come back inside me Its here you need to be Return from my ink Into me sink! Drip Drip inside back into me Drip drip I can see Blackness floating on paper Maybe even writing of her? White, Black, Black, White Everything is out of sight! It's all become so blue Not just in me it’s true


So safe they all feel Gladly shocking in their meal Drinking their sweet red wine So lovely red Blood in twine Forgotten in their champagne bubbles Champagne bubbles taking away trouble Alone With a sudden undertone Trouble intensifying Not very interesting Drinking the blood endlessly From the animals so defensively So safe we all are feeling Mean while we are killing Strange behavior Such is the human flavor Mirror Mirror on the wall Which man - this year will fall? Taking taking taking Only one solution breaking

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Silence in a Tomb Almost feels like her room Dust flows like water The desert feels so much hotter Things from a once loved life She was Ramesses Wife

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-By my side looking so intense An old man sits so tens Wonders about things gone Wonders about this being alone Dead and gone all said goodbye They have returned to the sky

-By my side looking, so careful A young woman she looks strong as a bull Wonders about things to come Wonders about someone Dead and gone they'll be Reduced to simple memories? Side by side man and woman Young and old Will we ever be told? Wondering on side by side The words they hide

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Tempting is the soft touch I long for it so much Seeking in the black mist of heartless pain I try not to go insane But it is too foggy to see clear I try not to give into my fears But the longing inside of me Wants to run free Tempting is the soft touch How I long for it so much

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The drawer, is half open, some clothe, gone. Broken glass, all around, Our picture on the ground. Trying to find a little place, Where I just feel a little safe Looking at things, gone by, memories that have said goodbye I don't recognize, anything here, A tear leaves, with fear. Broken glass, besiege thee, Broken glass inside me surrounded by pieces, Portraying different species A face twisted up, in broken glass, Already a face of the past touching, the fragile heart, of mine, Until, there is a flat line. Broken glass, Did I, last?

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YOU, give me Inspiration, Drawn to me from every nation How can this be? YOU, don't even know me? Yet, words are being made in my head, And I thought my spirit was dead. YOU, gave it hope again, Without knowing it, you are already a friend. Thanks for helping me in my dark times, YOU gave me back my rhymes.

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This is a story, not to be told, But through the years, it will unfold. Now, there is no understanding, for this story, For the common man, it would today, seem boring. But, a day will soon, come, This story would be told, by someone. You would then see, what has always been, You would, shine from within. But that day, has not yet arrived, So for it, we strive, Without even knowing, this story, Yet we see these words, as a glory. For at that time, priorities, Would be suitable, for or needs. Not today, Sad to say This story, is not to be told, For its words, are not to be sold. When the time, comes, It will be free, for everyone.

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Other Sites by Karima S G O BL

History of Astrology http://historyofastrology.blogspot.com/

Mysteries of Ancient Egypt http://www.mysteriesofancientegypt.com/

Gallery Journal http://galleryjournal.blogspot.com/

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