Where am I from?

A place where tall buildings overshadow narrow streets and bright lights reflect off crystallized buildings to dazzle our humanity, a place bright enough to shine over our barefaced rulers and business men who take pride on their paper, the paper they have cheated so hard to earn.
Liars and thieves are respected and innocence has no value. It was not always this way, I remember the same barefaced people stroking my hair as they walked by. They would smile and laugh at others happiness…And now they believe no one cares for their humanity, no one cares.
Where did we fail? When did innocence run out? When did our most dishonored become our champions? When will we learn?
I hope it is not too late.

A little Irregular (Poem)

Calling me at home
The life that you want to live
And as the story goes
We are growing dead and cold
Id like to say I do
But ill never ever love you
You hold me in your arms
But I don’t feel the same

Id like to take the blame
But its not all on me
Stop driving me insane
With your feelings of love
I think the only way
Is to run far away from me
But I don’t really care
Cause I am weak

You try so hard not to lose your faith
You find yourself on a crossroad
Where everything is in conflict in your head
And you know you cant go on like this

When the sun comes out you don’t feel alive
And the people that walk around are faceless
No one really cares where your coming from
Another life that’s lost…Another life that’s lost…

Queen Of Spades

Pieces

Our homeland is broken…Our mother is broken…We did this.

Super Kawaii

Breaking the light apart.

Ghost in the forest.

Scratched Out

Modern and Antique.

Blend into One.

Sketch Out

Queen Of Hearts

from Jordan to Daisy.

Light in a form of Dark.

Lonely Nights.

Pattern

Our Stories (Art Work)

Our Stories.
Model – Louise.
Artwork – Sabature.

Neverland

This is a song about a guy who wants to escape away into another land. One day he sees a shooting star and remembers the story of Peter Pan. Sits down and writes a song about neverland..(True Story)

I cant sit and drown in sorrow…
That all the lonely days have gone away…
The other people cant seem to follow…
My nights have turned to day..

I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…

You hold my hand and fly higher…
…And we are looking down from the clouds…
The little lights that shine down there…
Look like beacons in the night…

So throw your pixie dust on me, hold my hand, fly me away…to that secret land.
Where I can be a child again, I wont have any troubles…up there in neverland.

I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…

I wake up in the morning…
…And everything has gone away…
I realize in that moment…
That my life will find a way…

So throw your pixie dust on me, hold my hand, fly me away…to that secret land.
Where I can be a child again, I wont have any troubles…up there in neverland.

I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…
I find myself in your spell, forever hand in hand…
I find myself to follow you to never land…

You came and spoke to me one day…
Stole my heart and ran away…
I still find the pixie from that day…
The day my loneliness came back to me.

Sunshine

I look into your eyes and see the skies of blue,
Your hair is long and black and your smile is something new,
I’m standing here singing on this desert dune,
Thinking of all the time I spent looking for you.

The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.

My mornings are so beautiful when I dream of you,
I’m holding your hand and walking down this path for you,
The light that shows me the way is brightened by you,
The darkness is gone and the world is something new.

The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.

Say goodbye to Jane

Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.

She came and went like the whisper that is never heard…You would hope things were different but that day of silence will never be heard. When it is around you have nothing to say but as soon as it is gone you think of that day.

Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.

Like a short story that leaves a mark but you cannot read it from the start. Like a fruit that tastes so sweet you wished you would find another. Like those moments of your childhood that are stuck in your head. Like a grape that is bitter and sweet.

Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.

Like the last breath before you take the long sleep. I will remember her.

Water Fountain

White Flowers

A long time (Poetry)

The clouds have gone and the moon turned to sun

and now she has come for me

So lay down your arms and let it pass…

illness or sickness shall never last

So will she tell me what bothered her…

the illness now gone that smothered her??

And death will not come to pass just yet…

you have a long life with no regret

So don’t you trod on hollowness for it will go and life is bliss

If you keep talking i tell you miss…

I’ll give you something beautiful like a kiss

And now she’s gone oh i have sinned…

if only i told her what will come of this

This is what I give to you…

a page in a page with morning due

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Flowing Water

I stood by the creek dancing to the water in my head as it dances. The cool breeze of this quiet evening brushing over my skin. So much as a stone thrown by a child makes it dance. With such disturbance it takes into itself and lets out so gracefully. So if I am the stone thrown into the water let her take me into her arms so gracefully. Let her beauty and passion consumer me and take me away with her. So that I too may see the world in its glory and the colors that lift my spirit away into a painting.

Like the humming bird that drinks from the flower….Let me drink from you.

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How does it feel?

How does it feel to be stoned when the early morning light shines upon your face….feelings that are relived in the memories set in your mind…hoping to change them just for a second so that you might have done something you wanted…something you want to do even now

So that I may have kissed her before she left….kissed her I have but only in my thoughts….

The moments I treasure that have not yet come to pass…

But every time I get close she disappears into the mist…and the wind rushes her hair across my face as her image fades from my stare….Ohh!! How I wish she was back

As we sit in the train and light comes in from the window shining upon her face….and she smiles…and her eyes glow up like beacons in the night….and the grass grows green filled with children who sing…where has my merry one gone

and I twist and turn but nothing I’ve learned as I slumber without her warmth….and I ask myself when day comes night…How does it feel to be stoned in the early morning light?

Roads Lyrics
Portishead

Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.

I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain’t right,
Surely that ain’t right.

Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

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Flames of desire (Art Work)

I Burn in the Flames of desire…

I stand waiting for the flames of my heart to die out of you. So I can escape into the world and live free. Free from the torment that captivates me every moment I think of you.

Free from your thoughts. Free from you.

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Passion (Art Work)

Michelle and Alex in this beautiful picture. The artwork is done by me for them.

Passion
You are my passion…
As I gently embrace your lips…
Holding you gently..
We are one…

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My heart is broken (Art Work)

My heart is broken (Art Work). Done for a very dear friend of mine who inspires me every day.

Light shines in the darkest of places…
In my broken heart there is a gentle spark that shines steadfast…
Only to enlighten the world when it flames…
But my heart is still broken…
I AM BROKEN.
My heart is still broken…

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Love (Writing)

Another day I wake up as the sunlight hits my face only to crawl to the bottle of spirit by my bed. I swallow so quickly as my body stumbles to breath as the cold liquor flows down my chin onto the floor. I see the sunlight now through the tears in my eyes. Tears my body has cried to contain the memories of her soft voice. I call out to her gently but hear no reply. The songs that were playing in my head over and over again calling for her and only her, bringing back her memories and thoughts to me.

What happens when you cannot tell dream from reality, when you cannot say you are awake or asleep. You know you have lost your sanity when all you can think of is fading away into nothingness. Is it love that drives us to these feelings?

Love is an emotion that means so much but is not worth anything in this world. So many have cried tears for this emotion the rivers appear like a drop on your cheek. Yet the world has ripped love into shreds and left it nothing but the word. What have we done to our humanity?

What have we done to our humanity? We are so blind we can’t even see what we have done to ourselves. We have ravaged our most beloved emotion into nothing but a word. The stories of the lovers are now just fairy tales that amuse us but fail to inspire.

“Oh!!! Shame” they say.

“Shame” say the lovers to us as they watch from beyond the heavens.

They say “Shame on those who have left our legacy to amusement”.

They say “Shame on those who have turned us into stories”.

They say “Stories that have turned us into tales”.

One day those tales shall be no more. What have we done to love?

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Grave by the muddy bank (Art Work) (Writing)

People live long lives and one day die. Where would you like to be buried. I have heard that the souls live on inside the grave. There grows life around your resting place. Imagine a soul so cruel life only seems to cease around them. The grave so corrupt it kills everything that it consumes.

Imagine a world where life was different. Where bad was good and good was bad. A soul so deserved to live around life consumes it for all the good it has done. Life gone and forgotten as the place around our graves would become uninhabited.

Embrace what life brings because when the end comes you need to be sure that you are remembered in peoples hearts as a good man and live immortal in the hearts of all. Immortality not by living forever but by being remembered by all other souls.

…And so I bring to you My Grave by the muddy bank.

 

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By The Edge (Photography)

Standing by the edge. You feel like taking the leap into the cold dead waters that you see. Just a few steps more and you would cure yourself of life. Just a few steps more and all that you cared for surrenders to execution.

But have you thought of the ones who care about you…

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Ghost With A Guitar (Art Work)

A Ghost With A Guitar

My words are lifeless…
My music is bold…
Emotions that die today…
Shall never come fourth…
I have something to say…
but I cannot be heard…
I speak through my music…
about a world that burns.

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Broken (Art Work)

Breaking away into nothingness…

Sometimes I wonder if people will remember me when I am gone.

Broken.

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Torment (Art Work)

This one is also a self potrait. It came out really nice. The white one is the original and the blue one was edited because some of my friends wanted to see a blue version of Torment.

My sad soul hides behind my hollow smile…
My eyes glow with tears that have dried…
My life is a tangled piece of thread that is discarded…
I Feel Alone.

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Ghost Ranger (Art Work)

The Ghost Ranger. It was simple to do but has a very long story behind it

I search for those who are condemned.

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The Silence of Depression (Art Work)

This one is called The Silence of Depression. It is a picture of one of my friends laying on her bed. The pillow came out really nice.

Silence builds upon my soul…
It consumes my empty shell…
It releases me from this place…
This place called HELL

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The man in my visions (Art Work)

This one is called The man in my visions. It holds really close ties with me and I relate it as it is.

There is a man in my vision…I feel his fear…I hear his voice in my head…There is a man in my vision…And that man is me…

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Forsaken Friend (Art Work)

I made this for someone whose very dear to me.

Forsaken

I am the fear that wakes you up at night,
Your heart now belongs to me,
I hold you close to myself,
Till I drink my fill and leave you be,
You wont feel the chill of day,
Now the light has gone away,
You walk to fall under my wings,
Obey my words you are my kin.

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Corrupt (Art Work)

The feelings of a very corrupt soul and their destiny.

I feel no burn. I feel no pain. I shed no tears. I have no shame. My soul is corrupt.

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Ciarra Rose (Art Work)

Ciarra Rose.

Her name says it all.

I am stuck between a layer of light where everything begins and ends with nothing.

Insanity consumes me from within…

I have lost trust in everyone…

I am stuck between a layer of light where everything seems to begin and end with nothing…

I am nothing…

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Nightmare (Art Work)

Imagine we wake up one day and realize what we really are is someone else’s nightmare.

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Whisper

Life is so fragile. So simple to break and mend. Like a whisper of possibilities.

Possibilities that come and go that are just a small chance that something might happen. A chance so small that a simple whisper can drown it into a chasm or build it into a mountain. A possibility of hope that might one day save the world from burning itself to nothingness.

…And yet that whisper is so silent it cant be heard.

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Broken Reality (Art Work)

We wake up and realize we were just living in a dream world. Our reality is broken. Our life was dream and now we relive it in a broken reality.

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Battle.

I hold my thoughts at bay laying in my bed. Just because it is a battle to get out of it. My thoughts are rushing now and the second hand ticks like an hour. I try and get away of all this world has to give me and find comfort in a few friends. Of which some are those who I have never met. I battle with myself everyday getting out of bed. I twist and turn to find peace and yet I cannot. I cant gather myself up and eat something so I keep battling myself to get out of bed. My hands shiver for no reason and my eyes are numb though it is not the season.

Is the Earth not glorious enough?

I just have this conversation in my head…Why is it a battle for me to get out of bed?

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Outlines of Darkness. (Art Work)

This was the first art work I ever made. It is a self portrait of me and you guys can see a different version of the caption on the top of my blog page just under my name . (Contemporary Art)

I hope you like it .

Darkness surrounds my life…There are but a few layers of light left in me…Just a few…

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Imagination

We closed our eyes and got closer. Gently taking ourselves in warm embrace. Her lips brushed against mine and our eyes close slowly. Our minds leaving behind everything in this world and our hearts only thinking pure.

I wait for her sweet kiss but it does not come. I wait but she does not say anything to me. Then my mind flies off wondering and dreaming of all the wrongs that could have happened. Wondering why she could not want it as much as me.

So I opened my eyes and she was still there smiling back at me. I asked her why she did not kiss my ever so sweet.

Did she not want to?

She said she did…So I asked er why I could not feel her soft tender kiss……Why I could no feel her soft tender kiss….Why….

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In my moment nothing but despair.

In my moment nothing but despair

You close your eyes and your life just flickers
Holding to your moments tighter
You hold my hand and walk through troubles
Holding in you nothing but despair

Solid moments all but sicker
Drowning moments nothing but despair
Sinking deeper getting sicker
All these moments nothing but despair

The shallow moments make sick
The drowning moments make me think
To show my feelings or hollow tears
Holding in me nothing but despair

The silence in your head echoes
It makes you think of troubled mirrors
You swallow torment just so ether
Holding in you nothing but despair

In my moment nothing but despair

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

This is the poem version of Despair (Song Version). (If you click it it will link you off to the song version of Despair).

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Despair (Song Version)

You close your eyes and your life flickers
Holding to your moments tight
You hold my hand and walk your troubles
Holding in you
Nothing but despair

Silent moments make you wonder
Drowning moments are despair
Sinking deeper into cover
All these moments are despair

The shallow moments make sick
The drowning moments make me think
To show my feelings or hollow tears
Nothing but despair
Nothing but despair
Holding in me
Nothing but despair

The silence in your head echoes
It makes you think of troubled mirrors
You swallow torment just so ether
Nothing but despair
Nothing but despair
Holding in me
Nothing but despair

In my moment
Nothing but despair

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali

This is a random song I wrote one day. The music keeps changing according to the song as you can see from the lyrics. I have a poem version as well.

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Leap into the sea.

I close my eyes and look to the sky
Letting the sun shine on my face
The warmth of it all in sweet embrace
You hold my hand and let me whisper words
Of quiet and tender loving hurt
As I leap into the blues of earth
The cold rushes in to shadow my birth

So I jumped into the clear blue sky on earth and the water consumed my warmth. As I breathe in the cold my lungs suffer to smell the air. All my life is taken into consideration as it flashes in my mind till my heart stops and soon I shall suffer not.

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

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Can I…

Can I take you on a journey?
Into my life….
Where everything is beautiful…with you in sight.

Can I show you what I’m feeling?
Deep down inside….
Where everything is different…with you in mind.

(Pre-Chorus)
You took me to my freedom. It’s like going to the sea.
Where everything is beautiful…for me.
You took me to my reason. It’s like flying in the sky.
Where everything is beautiful…looking down at me.

Can I show you what is real?
Running this race….
Where everything has reasons…to get first place.

Can I show you what I’m dreaming?
It’s so true…
Where everything is beautiful…when I dream of you.

(Pre-Chorus)
You took me to my freedom. It’s like going to the sea.
Where everything is beautiful…for me.
You took me to my reason. It’s like flying in the sky.
Where everything is beautiful…looking down at me.

By Muhammad Shoaib Ali.

This song was dedicated to AL by LUNA on 30-11-2007.

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