Why
Poetry – 16 – Red Alarm October 27, 2009
Alarm Alarm, They are coming
Alarm Alarm, they are standing
Why did you come here
Alarm Alarm, my poetry isn’t working
Alarm Alarm, why did you infiltrate
Alarm Alarm, do you believe in infiltrations?
So do I.
These are creating human rights abuses
And undercoverly spoken, it is.
Poetry – 15 – Drawn back from life October 15, 2009
How could it be when we have to give to our own children’s, and those in need
That we drawn back from their life, as we supposed not to be in need
Indeed, we are drawing so many times back
But those militaries had to disengage back
Now how can it be that we left them in awkward need
They are helpless and maintaining themselves nevertheless helpless
I can’t succeed without the good in the life to be, appreciations
How can it be, when Michael Jackson doesn’t or does comes back, appreciated
I couldn’t divorce myself, literated, from what we drawn back from life?
Oh my gosh, how could it be, childrens are fighting for their life.
Every 2 second another baby would be dying?
How could it be, that we didn’t do anything?
Left to right, right to left, up to down, from down to up
How could it be, we are the world, lets make a chance of living
And lets start giving
We cant be drawn back from live for forgiving, cause we dont
We dont, we justify and we hold straight, we can’t fail and never betrayed
So let’s start sharing, in this world where we prepare for our life indeed
Cause there is a chance we taking, in our own life’s
Now as a victim I can tell, what I feel like in life
And I almost gave away from my heart my life
Than I read the headlines, it proven that people knew me
Cause I’m coming closer to the verdict of what was taken away
Now there is a chance we take, and never break in life
For you and me, there is a heart, that never was sold
And never was bought, but if we feed them all
We would read papers with honesties super sonicly
And all of that, would go upon our children’s
Thus we cannot drawn back from life’s innocents
And thus there is a chance we taken
And if we are guilty we end up in life
Poetry – 14 – Remember us October 12, 2009
As I go to a dinner location, I see a girl, showing her maternity.
She really had one, she looked like one.
As I go to a dinner location, I see another girl, showing her maternity.
She really showed and she reply as a dualization.
As Michael Jackson might remember, what beauty is.
I might remember, and you might remember:
Remember us.
Vaqas Syed benchmarking for 2013 and 2014.
A time to look back 2.
Poetry – 13 – Remember me October 12, 2009
In 2013 the world will remember me.
As I will remember them.
As a tragedy was prevented.
And as science succeeded.
Poetry – 12 – Michael Jackson October 11, 2009
I saw it, since the time they shown it, I saw it.
Since the time I learned it, I saw it.
But I never saw so much appreciation as I read further.
That a memorial service for the king of pop was true.
And for you and me its a day to look back 2.
And once were back together one day.
I will be sure our dreams can come true, that day.
May all your blessings be true upon you.
Recognized by,
Vaqas Syed
Maestro 3Com.
Poetry 11 – Drawn life October 9, 2009
A bright star in the life, than that hole in the dying day.
Looking for a life, than the loaded gun.
When you find yourself loved in life.
You find yourself in love.
That time to create security.
Drawn a life, like a specy, that never knew how to survive, in basics.
All of the specs to purposes of our life in the time that we took to stay.
The prides we had to take with the purposes of lifes conditions.
As our loaded guns became unloaded guns.
We knew that the chance would become a position.
And that’s why we became a contradiction.
As we are drawn in life.
Poetry 10 – The truth: before I started fighting for my life from june 2008 and before months earlier (vommitting) October 9, 2009
Walking towards death, higher, growing, sun, I shall find my sky and my hight. My pain takes the form of a cross, the kiss of the star land off the night. A cipher on the register of pain, That I may drink my portion of sky, my portion of my fairest love, my love, my heart-night.
I am growing, growing pain. Truth accomplished my release, my sky, my night from you, All eyes dissapear of night.
And my release 2005 is accomplished tonight.
Walking towards death, higher, growing, sun, I shall find my sky and my hight. My pain takes the form of a cross, the kiss of the star land off the night. A cipher on the register of pain, That I may drink my portion of sky, my portion of my fairest love, my love, my heart-night.
I am growing, growing pain. Truth accomplished my release, my sky, my night from you, All eyes dissapear of night.
And my release 2005 is accomplished tonight.
And my release 2006 2007 2008 and again in 2009 is accomplished tonight.
09-10-09
Murderers on the internet October 7, 2009
At poetry.com a website used to exist creating a lot of poetry’s and giving them in books to people.
After all the years my poetry was on their website they removed the sites impact and itself and changed the whole site, immediate.
This type of behavior proves what type of murderers of the internet are at large, who believe that changing poetry can change their minds.
The poetry came from the past on the internet, as I lived through the year 1997 to 2000, this type of internet strategy’s are illegal and actionable with life sentences, this is the evidence of that, as it was known of vaqas syed and viki syed on poetry.com or google.
Proof:
She has torn me apart now by Vaqas Syed – The most comprehensive poetry website,poetry resources: Poetry.com.
www.poetry.com/dotnet/P7486289/999/1/display.aspx
Poetry 9 – Midst of Fire September 30, 2009
I never compromize.
How do you compromize?
In Midst of Fire?
You choose, but I chose.
You saw, but I’v seen.
So your deeds known.
But Im allready shown.
Far from the farest of love.
And still I am not bleeding as hell.
But inside I am, like a murder probe on them.
Poetry 8, How I survived the first days and weeks of a major collapse of the body August 30, 2009
The first days and weeks of the very first june 1st 2008, we’re shocking and deadly, I had to go through a lot of painfull days actually all of them.
I been living a life through a memory that didn’t failed to fight 24 hours a day for my life, AS A CONTINUAL CYCLUS OF AIR-TO-DEATH SITUATIONS OF RESPIRATIONS WE’RE AT LARGE.
This poetry is about how I survived with simple basic tools in the first days.
1 word was too less and 1 car was too wrong
I chose from one memory to another’s piece of sanity
1 word became wrong and 1 logic became victimized
the entire world security amendment as never been felt before
I was the whole architecture, but neglected and deteriorated for sure
My body in pieces of a puzzle of death
I picked up nivea creme
And used it many times around that vessel area as car 58 passes by now
I knew how to survive, but the first day that I layed on the bed, and couldnt move 1 inch that easily
It was a horror doom scenario that kept on going for days, weeks and especially months
I been fighting so long putted creme everywhere, and than strategically shutted it down as I knew changes came
The whole body was upside down, I needed to have a life around my name
Nobody gave me my human rights back, the psychiatry my enemy was keeping up the pressure to abuse me
I was being victimized by military strategists, who defended psychiatries cause to inject me and abuse me every month many times
I was pulled over to the circle of death as Joachims pull up fitness stick helped to save my life in life to death situtations
I needed more and got assistance of my mother, but she was allready giving up on continuing
I needed more but my sister was falling wide asleep almost when I needed the most
You really dont have an idea how long it cost me to fight for my life
If you would, and you listened to the evidences of the professorate you would be shocked to yourself
THIS WAS AND IS MY LIFE never forgetting the long road of using small towels with water to prevent me from dying 24 hours a day on my stomach area’s and the days i fought for my life as another day came that i almost died from it just as all but mine output was stuck and the air was all going away, i pushed all my power and stood one chance again to survive, suddenly i came in respiration trouble i was running out of air and i adopted to a quick challenge to rub my back carefully and use warm water also carefully, i somehow made it out, i survived another super death situation, which was allready warned about with coma-status a day before, just as code red dry and glaucoma.
The remembering of 2005, 2006, the year 2008 in june till current 15 months later that i fought for my life all those months people responded with; you will never walk alone August 27, 2009
The remembering of 2005, 2006, the year 2008 in june till current 15 months later that i fought for my life all those months people responded with; you will never walk alone
Poetry 7, no sorrow anymore in the sky August 25, 2009
Baby how would I know what to do, I would become lost If you lost me.
And how can I say, that this not anymore the time to live.
When your gone.
Baby how do I breathe without you. If you ever know.
How do I ever survive, when you leave me unknown.
How can I say you care for me, when your still not known.
Baby if you ever knew how much it took me for us to get back in life.
Would you choose to succeed in my life, so good.
And tell me now, how do I live without you, I want to know.
No sorrow anymore in the skies baby, cause I’m known.
And for those girls of 25th of August, they’ve known.
Thus I knew. I appreciate them, do you appreciate me?
And that’s what makes us stronger than anybody else.
Poetry 6, de aarde, de hemel, de oceanen en ons in meer dan tweeen August 22, 2009
Ik breek de aarde apart en de hemel in tweenen ik split de oceanen en laat de wortels uit me drinken en probeer zo dichter bij jullie te komen.
Vaqas Syed
2004-2009
Poetry 5, for all the truth you made me see August 22, 2009
For all the love I brought to you, I couldn’t be without you
For all the times in which I brought you love that wouldn’t be sold
Thus I didn’t cheat on all accidental belief, to succeed
I gave you memories to believe, as every shot remembered me indeed
The truth wasn’t blocked, I wasn’t only strucked by heart beats indeed
I had to fight for all the truth, worldwide indeed
I made you say, I could or I should
And that’s the finding in between our loved
As the voice that I still couldn’t speak
Cause the song wasn’t complete
And I chose to give you the truth
So you could love me
Poetry 4, the injustice in the building August 22, 2009
With all broken doors, and a dying heart, this building rules over injustice of a mother that never loved
With all broken hearts, and a dying heart, the people ruled over injustice of all that they hated
I brought my fellowship of love, but none of the girls replied to love
I heard they been gone for tomorrow, but nobody spoke to me that way
Why said I in the first place this way
If I had to change their way?
The injustice in the building spread a lot
It started with corrupted strategies of psychiatry a lot
From females to males, who covinced to abuse me
While these scientists became more guiltier every day
I REMAINED TO PROVE IT ALL NIGHT LONG
Poet 3, The door that died with my legs August 22, 2009
It was broken, in solid harmony
It was stolen, but my heart stole itself apart
I was being attacked, than so healed at heart that didn’t work
I was being overcompromized but the loop to the tv wasn’t whole
I was being seen and regarded as their enemy, as a victim of their perils
I was myself but kicked many times out at the shower and the door
I protected myself by being self preventive in intellectual strategy
I laughed never in the eyes of the enemy
And saw what a fight of life they be
As my body was the reason to succeed
I became a living nightmare
But all the knife’s didnt cutted anything to bleed
I surrounded from the days of thunder and nightmare
To the almost definition of a daily life to end
It took since june 2008, and till 2009 still at large
More than 1 year I fought, and never knew how to keep my eyes open
It was very hard to be in, but the truth was not stolen
I had a chance to survive, so they healed the body
But unfortunately they lied
