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* Here are some truth about life *

Life’s Facts

* Life is a work of art, designed by the one who lives it *

* Friends love the person you were and the one you’ve become *

* Every cloud doesn’t mean a storm *

* Whatever you give will find countless ways back to you *

* Time is a river without banks *

* Nothing is as strong as gentleness or as gentle as strength *

* There is only one pretty child and every mother has it *

* Friendship is the gold thread that ties hearts together *

* Time flies…spend it with people who mean the most to you *

* One little smile can fill the room with sunshine *

* Push yourself to notice the extraordinary in the ordinary *

* The reward for a good deed is to have done it *

* The best ideas come after you think you've run out of them *

* Music touches feelings that words cannot *

* Footprints on the sands of time are not made by sitting down *

* Love is a flower, friendship, a sheltering tree *

* Promises are made to be kept *

* If you live in the present, every moment is a new beginning *

* Wisdom has two parts: 1)having a lot to say, and 2)not saying it *

* You are the star for which all evenings wait *

* Climb high, climb far; your goal the sky, your aim, the stars *

* To accomplish great things one must not only act, but dream *

* The heart has reasons which reason does not know *

Here are a few poem from my brother (Mahmoud or) Marc Tarokh.

 
{ This poem (ROCK) has been published by Georgia’s news letter }
 
ROCK
By: Marc Tarokh
 
 
Block of rock sitting on the hill.
Flower seeds scattered by the wind.
 
Little warm houses under brown barks as they falls from tree.
 
Butterfly is coming out of cocoon tries to get to the moon, landing on
every flower on the way to sky.
 
Ladybug is riding on leaf, floating on the creek, escaping brushes and weeds.
Minnows are swimming by the marsh, tasting greenery, eating seaweed.
 
Bird is swinging around the field, landing on branches, chased by wind.
 
Symphony of frogs singing song, pleating for Rain that pours on the rock, make mirror for white cloud.
 
Earth moves, sun goes down, shade change.
 
Next day starts the same way, Same routine, same old game.
 
Sun shines, earth moves, birds fly, tree grows, snake hides, and butterfly want to get to sky.
 
Rock stay as a rock. The invincible, solid, without heart.
 
Little bridge of stone that make them so strong.
Never have to fly, Never crawl.
Never have to be right or wrong.
 
Stand firm, stand strong.
Rock is always rock.

 
I DROWNED
By: Marc Tarokh
 
I drowned when I was young.
Fell in to the dam.
Went down to the core where it was dark and dull.
 
Sank like a brick, dropped like an anchor,
All the way to white sand.
 
Water filled up my lung.
Saw the sun that came and gone with shadow of Gray around.
Colorful creatures running to long green weeds that tried to reach up to my arms and knees.
 
Drowned in to the past.
Facing up to sky, looking for answer, asking why?
 
I saw my thirteen-day-old son as I carried his little casket in the ground.
I saw my grandmothers' eyes as she reached up to touch my hands.
I saw "snoopy" my first dog as he lay down in the backyard.
I saw a dead bird in the drainage of street, a broken nest that storm blew away, killed little chicks.
I saw riots on the street, breaking up the windows with branches of a lime tree.
I saw my college mates as they went home; they all died in the Persian Gulf war.
I saw freedom fighters hanged on the pole for fighting against the ruler of their world.
 
I saw light.
I felt life, on the second time around.
 
Wanted to give up, not to fight.
 
Would I have peace?
Would I calm down?
Would it change anything, if I let down?
 
Facing up to the sky, looking for an answer,
Asking why.
 
Now, that I am still alive.
Lying on the white sand feels no different from deep down.

 
OPEN WOUND
By: Marc Tarokh
 
Sitting in the bar, steering at the wall.
Bottle of the booze, people without clues,
Holding on the past to keep the memories last.
Reaching to find a friend to share the pain that don't go away.
 
Went to the road that was blocked.
Open the gate that was locked.
Ate the apple that wasn't mine.
Did the sin, pay the price.
Blind by desire, unashamed by the cause.
I saw the one that took my heart apart
 
I felt the heat that went through my knees.
I felt the summer heat in fall and the brisk air in my lung.
I saw her and I pray, and pray again and gasp for air.
I went to the land where sun shined.
Cloud passes, Moon didn't hide and Stars lingered.
 
She opens the book that wasn't read for awhile.
Opens my wound with salt.
Open my heart that was stopped.
Open the eyes that were shut.
 
Close enough to feel what tore me apart, in the blink of eye, she was gone.
 
In this materialistic cold world.
Needed the love that comes with passion.
Needed life full of expression.
I Needed wake up call, right before I fall apart.
 
Today's friends, tomorrows unknown

So unreal .So unknown.

LIFE'S RING
By: Marc Tarokh
 
 
Tough men in the ring, rolling with the punches.
Hands cross the faces, dancing legs around the cage.
 
Roar like a beast with clinching teeth and arm long fist.
Flying punches create the wounds.
Blood Rushes from head to throat and escape from opening of mouth and
Corner of his nose.
 
Another day another fight.
Another mystery of life.
Another rhyme with no reason,
Another battle without wins.
Another whispers from the coach.
Another cry from the crowd.
 
Brain cries, enough is enough.
 
Hurting like a wounded bull.
Prowling like a tiger searching for feast.
Rabbit racing away around the field.
Black bird chasing the hawk.
 
Waiting for bell that rings so late.
Moments take so long to drift away.
Crowd shout.
 
Are you tired?
Are you done?
Would you give up?
Would you crawl?
Would you throw your hands in the air?
Would you bow your head?
Would you be the looser that they don't want you to be?
Would you wear the big belt?
Would you be the hero they're looking for?
Would you wear the crown?
Or just walk away without any mind?
 
No one sees his cry.
No one care to know why.
His mind has gone to ghetto.
His face has gone to hell.
Braking up to the pieces, he prays.
Just to see the next day.
 
He Fly's himself to the moon; surprise everyone with a boom.
He sends firework in black sky that housing the stars.
Think about the golden fish in colorful pond.
The green grass that covers the land.
The white clouds that dance in the sky.
 
He sees his ashes that scatter from the mountain.
He sees roses that grow from his ashes.
He sees flowers that bloom on his grave.
He sees blood and sweat pours from his mouth.
He sees the darkness of night.
And the pain that rest.
 
On this fantasyland, there are limited for stars.
And the referee is always God.

GREATEST GALLERY
By: Marc Tarokh 
 
 
Mindful of holy thoughts crosses my mind in early morning before wake of the dawn.
Sweat drips down, ran on my spine.
Heated the skin that is already warm and damp.
 
Quiet as eye of storm, Peaceful as a child in a crib.
Steady as hummingbird, sucking juice from flower of a tree.
 
Porch is wet, the house creaks.
Wide-open mouth, can't blink my eyes, can't move my feet.
 
Watching the show down in galaxy of God.
Greatest mountain with darkest cloud.
Shade the earth like a blanket drop from sky.
 
Sharp winds bending trees, clean up ocean debris.
Arabian horse spooked in corner of the field,
His mane dances to every direction of the wind.
 
Ocean pushes bubbles to ground, making rain bow as they lay down.
Birds collect yellow leave, making nest for next breed.
 
Seagull's lines by shore, facing the wind.
Pelicans dive to water to get their meal.
Crawfish racing around, searching food under shells that cover the Island.
Marsh hens with long beak digging to sand.
I am watching the play in the God's land.
 
Look beyond the sight,
Look beyond the curtain that is open so wide.
 
I see rain in far land, blue sky, skirting the sea.
Rambling and racing of cloud behind the scene.
 
I see hidden sun that follows the moon, white dove in the sand dolor by the dunes.
I see cross on the rose pedal.
I see image of God on the white cloud.
I see heaven beyond his gallery.
I see heaven behind the curtain.
 
I see the paths beyond my small step on the sand.
 
I find places I have never been,
I guided to the light have never seen.
 
Dig in the hole with knees in the soil.
Raise my hand high, pray to the lord of the land.
For another day, another time.

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