Genius

"Are You a Natural Born Genius?"

1. Curious [A genius is curious about anything]


2. An Avid Reader [He enjoys reading a lot]


3. Takes Mental Challenge [A genius learns about new things and enjoys debates]


4. Forgets Things [A genius forgets things sometimes and it does not mean that he is dull]


5. Talks to Himself [A genius likes to talk to himself sometimes and it does not mean that he is crazy]


6. Enjoys Intellectual Conversation [A genius enjoys intellectual conversation; he likes to share and receive ideas through such conversation]


7. Foolligent [Fool + Intelligent] [Though a genius is highly intelligent, sometimes he may behave foolishly]


8. Creative [A genius loves creativity; he likes to create new things]


9. Stays up at Night [A genius goes to sleep late at night]


10. Enjoys Loneliness [A genius is not unsocial; in fact, he enjoys his loneliness because he needs time to think intellectually and create something]


11. Scatterbrained [A genius thinks about many things and expands his horizons in this way]


12. Quick-learner [If a genius does not know the answer of anything, he searches for the answer immediately]


13. Enjoys Playing Logic, Word Games etc. [A genius likes to work on sudoku puzzles and does crossword puzzles]


14. Thinks Deeply about Anything [A genius knows that truth and knowledge are evolving ever; he searches for the ultimate truth about anything]


15. Respects and Values Everything [A genius respects and values everything because believes that he can have the opportunity to learn something from everything]

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THE FOOD OF THE GODS

THE FOOD OF THE GODS.

 

 

Another place, another soul,

Night planning a feast,

Waiting for a little help from the sunrise,

To finish in beauty, what cannot be…

 

Dropping a couple of shooting stars,

in silver plate, spice up with crystal pearls,

The moon was kind to let them scrounge,

and the sea to let me drowned,

To hunt the mermaid & borrow her black pearls.

 

The rain let me used her prized crystal glasses,

Fills with her tears of happiness,

Morning’s dews dress on fallen leaves,

For starter, with a pinch of dreams.

 

Just a tiny bit to let children’s fantasia,

Is not the quantity but the quality?

Whisper in my ears the first ray of light,

Reflecting on spiritual recipes.

 

I run all night in the garden of Sodom,

To pick the best truffles,

The mighty look with envy,

My loving hands at works.

Main course, which need cutlery,

When the poet can use his pen,

Gently opening his lips,

Foods for the thoughts…

 

To make your smile,

In the morning dews.

Do you like the place?

In the middle of the wood,

 

The smell of the firewood,

Invigorate the senses.

Sacrifice of the tree felt,

Perfect high, to seat above…

 

discussing the holiness of such tastes,

Or lied down in the grass,

“Did you used to watch at the clouds?

And see them; smiling at you, it was so easy then…

 

The last days of summer,

“Quick makes a wish”

So you known everything is possible,

Because if you still lying down, fluffy clouds will fills
your head.

Time to serve the dessert,

I look up to my lost friend,

And the blizzard falls like no tomorrow,

But I won’t loose those magic beliefs,

 

“Do you like cloudberry sorbets cloud?”

You might be surprise and be lucky,

And find a broken blue angel,

Tender on the palette…

 

Look they reflect in your eyes,

Was it a smile or a tear I saw running along your face?

Or maybe still the glitter of the nights before?

Who care when the hope and the romance,

Crack the stones under our feet’s!

 

Thank for letting me believe one more time,

I blame god to have give me grey eyes

So let pretend for a while,

And let the crow pick your blue eyes,

 

So I may wake up to the cruel reality,

Or the beauty around who know?

Have you notice the angels,

Spying and blessings it all.

 

The clouds and the wind,

Caressing gently our faces,

It would be so beautiful indeed,

If sometimes the world was real as such.

 

Until then, I am afraid,

Oyster would do nicely,

Champagne, were I push my first scream,

Shall intoxicate us a while longer…

 

We were lucky to have breakfast,

And if the broken trunk was a bed,

There was nothing wrong to keep the dreams alive,

Before the light blind us to reality and coffee.

 

And all disappears, magic!

The moon is waiting to vanish,

The rain ready to crash her crystal tears,

Maybe we should get back home and take our pen,

Instead to use them to eat, the food of the gods….

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I FUCKING PROUD OF THIS? I ALWAYS EAT GOOD FOOD? SPECIALLY ON SOMEONE FLESH!!!

The Star has Found a New Home

The star has found a new home,

He doesn’t have to surrender further to the endless roam,

For him the horizon is not in the distance,

No wall can dare to stop his march, no fence.

 

He is a miracle doing things creative and exceptional,

The arrows of criticism to him are trivial,

He doesn’t want to be Tithonus,

Rather desires to leave his mark in style and class.

 

The new home is new in every sense,

It shall protect the star no matter how dark the cloud is, how dense!

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In the title, the word 'star' represents the intellectual person.

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Lunar Lion

Be aware of
Your motives,
Because I lend you my

 

Kindness,

 

I am not a talisman
To protect you
From your own

 

Blindness,

 

Accounting for self
Can mean
Claiming your true

 

Value,

 

Your beauty can't
Shine if no one
Can see through

 

YOU,

 

Do not make
Promises,
Or demean my

 

Compassion,

 

Don't underestimate
My desires
In that

 

Fashion,

 

I am a woman
That has
Seized her true

 

Prowess,

 

If you don't
Mind I'd love
Being friends without

 

Cowardice.

 

 

4:05 PM 6/17/2013 ©

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Most people aren't as scary as their roar. Being youself goes a long way. It is not the easiest thing to do in writing always.

Intellectual Superstar


Edward Said, born in Jerusalem,
Theorist and advocate for Palestinian rights,
Stirred the world through his "Orientalism",
And standing for the Palestinians for days and nights.

 

At times, between worlds, he lived,
Earning the ostensible name, ‘troublemaker’,
Yet, ease in languages left many astonished,
Let’s thank this soul for ‘Occidentalism’ and ‘The Other’.

 

Rest in peace wherever you are,
Salute you, the intellectual superstar!

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Tea and Sugar

I can't stop seeing my bittersweet fantasies
Seeing what I want but not really having it
I can feel my heart strings playing themselves and realizing their is no music coming out
Sometimes I wonder if it's better to not have dreamed at all
And not realizing what I can't have
But how can we not dream?
The day we live our dream is the day we can truly stop dreaming
I just want to live in a sunset, under all the perfect conditions and feel the waves crash against my feet over the boardwalk dock
All the while spilling my secrets to the someone beside me
And to hold it all still
Still...
Yet here I am awake, because I would much rather spend my time making my dreams come as close to possible,
Than to keep that bittersweet heartache
Than to keep dreaming

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes I dream, and my dreams are more prescious than any poem I can write. I hope you can see my poem just as a dream.

Window Writer

Window smooth
On surface move
Your hand to prove
The world to me

Illuminate
Upon your face
Discover God
To clue embrace

The world is yours
By marker held
Each motion news
In awe compelled

Equation sure
In light of sun
The handiwork
A mortal one?

And how be known
In light of this
When all will think
Much less and miss
The work you've done
To understand
When we have all
But shallow hand

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