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I Owe You My Poetries

Girls ( Jona and Darke) remember i deleted my albanian poetries once?
I didn't want anybody to read them because i didn't like them-they just weren't me. I am writing here my latest poetries,the ones i have written this last year.I will never ever delete them again because they are an establishment that will never change in my heart-their truth is eternal.
Yes,i am still writing, and even publishing.
You have read some of them -but i have more. ..:p enjoy.

A present for Christmas. :p

Let's start it with:
Dhe dielli ndricon po ashtu

Dhe dielli ndricon po ashtu
Pasionant,vrullshem,
nxehtesisht,shkelqyeshem
Dhe zemren ta hap cep me cep
Po besome o shpirti im
Merr zjarr dhe jep, merr dhe jep
T’ameshtuar zemer,ma jep ta puth
Te lutem,te qaj, te ngrysem ne te
Po ki besim o I embel
Se zemra e Zotit te do gjithnje
Po ngrije koken,shih horizontet
Si dedalus prek muret me duar
Se dalja eshte tek ty o zemer
Diell mbi koke,kurore e ndricuar
Dhe kur ne sy ke ligeshtim
Koken diellit ktheja perseri
Te rendesishme jane tre shpirti im
Shprese,besim dhe dashuri.

And the sun shines just the same
(Translation of the above poetry)

And the sun shines just the same
Passionate, intense, scorching, brilliant
And the heart opens wide
Believe me darling
You give and take fire in your heart.
Your devoted heart, I want to kiss
To pray, to cry, to grow old in it
Be faithful
The heart of our God loves you crazily
Lift up your head, gaze the horizons
Touch the walls for an escape
The escape is in you my darling
A shining crown, sun over your head.
And when in eyes there’s sadness
Turn your head toward the sun above
There are three important things darling
Always faith, hope and love.

lutem

Per zemrat e ngurta qe tu zbuten
per arrogantet qe te ulin krye
per ata qe fshihen te ndricohen prej diellit
per ata qe ndihen bosh dhe pa shrese te gjejne rrugen e duhur
per ata qe vlojne ne nje duel me veten
per ata qe kane gjetur shpetim tek iluzionet
lutem
per ata qe me zor marrin fryme prej dhimbjes
per ata qe e dashurojne dhimbjen
per ata qe s'ndjejne as dhimbje as lumturi...
lutem per clirim shpirti
per pushtim te fuqishem te jetes
per dashuri dhe shkrirje zemrash
per ndjenjen e mbrekullueshme te lirise
per shoqerine..
per njerez me zemer te gjere ,te madhe
per gjithe ata qe luftojne per te gjetur te verteten
per gjithe ata qe luftojne per te qene te lumtur
lutem

My metamorphosis

(When I got baptized-a new beginning)

The night was slithering and long
And oh my dreams were cold and dead
In the creeping darkness my feet soaked
And Lord oh Lord
I lost the color’s track

The darkness clung and possessed
And oh I couldn’t even cry
The mask is all I had
And Lord oh Lord
I wanted to die

The day was thick and short
And lighting stroke in my head
I humbly prayed oh Lord oh Lord
I wanted change so bad

I prayed for faith and courage
And sweet melts of the heart
I kept my eyes on Lord, oh Lord
I cried and lived and loved.

Mall

U mbyta prej mallit dhe padurimit
Si s’ka nje zog telegrafik te cante telat
Kam brinjet e ngrira te mergimit
Si iken anijet,ngriten velat?

Me zuri malli:kujt ti them me pare sot
Nenes, ty ,dajes,vellait kujt tjeter
Ku ti mbaj shtambat e mbushura me lot
E lodhur, e krisur ,shtambe e vjeter

Ah u cpova prej mallit dhimbje-preres
Qe oqeaneve bohem behet dhe dot s’depereton
Kjo nate me bore sot gllaberoka njerez
Dhe zemra zemres nje zog puthjesh I dergon.

Sa shume paske pritur t`i hedhesh ketu. Nejse me mire vone se akoma me vone
Urime per temen dhe mos e ler me kaq.

THE TIME

How we the people kill the time
It's so bad and we do nothing
How we the people kill the feelings
Which hurts deep in our spirit

How we the people think so much
Is it worth it or it's wasting time
How we the people don't talk today
Only see each - other in our eyes

I am full

Do you hear me?
I am full of you
Full of you
Full of your serving
A princess I have become
I wear a crown
I never deserved.
I am full
Of your deep and abounding love
Full of freedom that I never tasted
When my heart was
A slave to a dark abyss
I am full
Of dreams I never dared to dream
Of friends I never dared to have
Of joys I never knew the colors
I am complete
I am full
I am whole
Full of gifts I never dreamt before.

thnx cokle. this is 4 u 2.

lorie mikja ime! Te pergezoj per shkrimet kaq te bukura, nese vertet do te duhej qe dikush te shkruante, une do te thosha e para do te ishe ty, lorie... Te puth shume forte, ke stil te vecante dhe nje muzike te hatashme brenda shtepise se qenies tende... (Kam frike po ia kalon Nerudes , Eluarit dhe Verlenit )

pershendetje per ju, plloshtani

Vetem kendoni ju lutem

Ne buze neoni shkelqen
Muzike pjeshke; te kerkoj
Supet qetesisht mblidhen
Duart flasin me veten
Kap nje drite ,nuk e fsheh
E ushqej ,ne yll shnderrohem
Pastaj ne diell per ty
Pjeshke e embel mbi buze
Neoni shkelen tashme ne sy.
Akaciet me eren e drurit erdhen
Ajer qe mbush…
Beji duart te pushojne me eren.
Vetem kendoni ju lutem.

Plloshti ,faleminderit edhe pse keto qe ke shkruar jane vertet te pabesueshme per mua.
Por nje gje nuk e mohoj- i kam shkruar me shume passion sepse me po aq passion une ndjej qe me ne fund kam gjetur ate qe kerkoja- Zotin tim tek Jezusi

‘You humble me Lord’
I heard Norah Jones song
I listened once and twice
And felt discrepancy of light
And in univocal the refrain I sing
On smoky sounds and jazz swing
I sing: ‘I am on my knees empty
Lord, please, please forgive me.’

Pershendetje Lorie.

Me pelqen shume stili juaj i te shkruarit ju uroj vertet shume suksese..
(jam e sigurte qe nje dite pa e ditur do jem duke lexuar nje veper tenden)

Te uroj gezuar krishlidhjet Lorie, dhe vitin e Ri.

Lorinka shume te bukura poezite si gjithmone, edhe pse mua me pelqejne shume edhe ato te vjetrat .
GEzuar per shume vjet Krishtlindjet zemer. te perqafoj fort

Re: Vetem kendoni ju lutem

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha lorie
Ne buze neoni shkelqen
Muzike pjeshke; te kerkoj
Supet qetesisht mblidhen
Duart flasin me veten
Kap nje drite ,nuk e fsheh
E ushqej ,ne yll shnderrohem
Pastaj ne diell per ty
Pjeshke e embel mbi buze
Neoni shkelen tashme ne sy.
Akaciet me eren e drurit erdhen
Ajer qe mbush…
Beji duart te pushojne me eren.
Vetem kendoni ju lutem.

Plloshti ,faleminderit edhe pse keto qe ke shkruar jane vertet te pabesueshme per mua.
Por nje gje nuk e mohoj- i kam shkruar me shume passion sepse me po aq passion une ndjej qe me ne fund kam gjetur ate qe kerkoja- Zotin tim tek Jezusi

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Re: Re: Vetem kendoni ju lutem

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha football



Lorie I have to tell you, I love so much your poems. Congretulations and Happy New Year. I think I have interfere you in your poems sections. Sorry for this. The moderator can delete my (stupid) poem.

Keep going Lorie. It's a pleasure to read your poems.

Love - football

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Re: Re: Re: Vetem kendoni ju lutem

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha iliriusa


I don't know Lorie very well but I don't think she will mind about your poem Football. If she does she can let me know. Ok?

Lorie congratulations!! Nice work!

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Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha football


I am pretty sure she doesn't mind, because always a poet has a big hart. But it's just me that I don't feel comfortable. I can see my poem doesn't fit there, among her nice poems.

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The long way home

I have been a wanderer
Where traces I confused
Where idols I created
I have been a nomad of views

I searched in darkness
For something to be whole
For something to get filled
But not for you Lord

Could I find my way
When I had no torch
Where lights were broken
The sun was hidden
From a giant dark ball?

My heart was filled
With numb pain
Sarcasm, anger, dark thoughts
Feelings of emptiness in vain


I have been a wanderer of heart
Of purpose, of beliefs
A wanderer without love
Living hidden like a thief

Till I met your people God
Loving, truthful, righteous men
And when I felt welcomed
‘This is Home, this is Home’-I said again

My Lord, I am coming home
I am coming back to you
The way is hard and long
I’ll pray for faith to make it through

The giant ball hiding the sun
Is a total eclipse of my heart
I turned my back to sunsets
To finally see the sunrise

This wanderer is finding
The right track, the right path
Is praying for righteousness
For truth and for grace

I give thanks to you Lord above
I come with the hat full of joy
The bag full of dreams
And the heart full of love.

Hey football, poezia jote mund te qendroje ketu. I think you are right about poets
Gezuar festat!!

e futa diellin ne nje shporte

piramidat ngrita lart
vazo mes trendafilash mermer
qiellin nen sqetull e kam
nje re mbi qerpike
fryn ere malli ketej nga mua
prit te lutem ti mos ik
ndal dhe ti ,merrme dhe mua
pime ne buze,ne floke shkund lotet
fruta zogjsh neper krahe
ecim mbrapsht ,bashkojme botet
se kam mall, oh sa mall kam.

Re: I Owe You My Poetries

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha lorie
Girls ( Jona and Darke) remember i deleted my albanian poetries once?
I didn't want anybody to read them because i didn't like them-they just weren't me. I am writing here my latest poetries,the ones i have written this last year.I will never ever delete them again because they are an establishment that will never change in my heart-their truth is eternal.
Yes,i am still writing, and even publishing.
You have read some of them -but i have more. ..:p enjoy.

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Re: e futa diellin ne nje shporte

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha lorie
piramidat ngrita lart
vazo mes trendafilash mermer
qiellin nen sqetull e kam
nje re mbi qerpike
fryn ere malli ketej nga mua
prit te lutem ti mos ik
ndal dhe ti ,merrme dhe mua
pime ne buze,ne floke shkund lotet
fruta zogjsh neper krahe
ecim mbrapsht ,bashkojme botet
se kam mall, oh sa mall kam.

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Conqueror( i never felt like this before,until...)

And the world is so beautiful and fresh today.
The world is so sparkly and shiny
The sun is so unbelievably bright
The hopes are so gratefully high
The ropes are tied against my back
The truth is my shield in fight
I take my weapon of love
because I am loved
truly, madly, deeply by my Lord
He is my well, my energy, my stream
my fortress, my rock in whom I take refuge.
I conquer
I conquer myself-I become pure
I conquer you-you become pure
I conquer in glory
I win
I scream in joy
I am made complete in love,
I am built, I am created, I am refined
More happiness than this?
I am made new.

Shush

Dignified...
Left unspoken
gasped for breath like the runners
In the Marathon of Life
Undone
quiet
whispers of white sheets and
comfort.
Baby sweet
dreams
till
realizing it is
Strength and Love
that brings
White fire out.
I long for laughs
the more i get,
the more i want
More,
Hush!
Mystic posture
you march in victory
white linens and soft tissues
because you have
stayed firm
because of your
fighting spirit.
Shush!
See even the silence
brings out
Respect from you.
Mystic,
powerful,
white...

you made my heart fly

I was told you are attracted to weakness
Then , I will bent my knees ,kiss the sand
And cry for
I am so weak
What a pleasurable trait
To be loved by my Lord
I will boast
How hopeless
Incapable
What childish steps
I trip in
What baby yawning
When night digs on my eyes
I am weak
And I am so grateful
For my weakness
So grateful that
You remind me
I can’t go
Further than a sunset without you
A fogy rain without praying
A jump without looking up
Yeah
I am afraid of heights
Those heights that give wings
I am afraid to fly
Yet
You found in me the bravest heart of all
On My trembling heart
Wings bloomed
Like a chrysalis transforming
into a butterfly
You made my heart fly.

I love your style of writing Lorie, your poetries are magnificent, and it seems that you have a magnanimous passion to write.

thanks you guys are awesome

cokle,football,plloshtani,agata,iliriusa, arsona, analistjaaa,andddd darkeee.:p.

Thank you for your encouragement.

Je ti ai

Je ti ai qe me merr ne krahe
Je ti ai qe flatra me jep
aI qe zemren ma mbush zjarr
Qe me flake me ndez pasionin e jetes
Je ti ai qe ne jete me ktheve
Qe heroin tim ,Jezusin me fale
Je ti qe me prek thelle
tek duart I zgjat si litare
Nje perqfim ateror te me japesh
Teksa perlotem prej shtrngatave te jetes
Je ti ai qe me jep force
Qe me ngre lart kur ndihem kaq e dobet
Qe besim ke tek mua, nje e pabese
Qe me perkund kur me puhstojne lotet
Je ti qe gjithcka me fale pa kushte
Birin tend, jeten tende, shpirtin tend
Je ti ai qe gjithmone kisha pritur
ne shpirt e zbrazur nje diell te ndritur
Je ti ,gjithmone ti,
Babi im

You are the one
You are the one who holds me in your arms
the one who spreads my wings, wide
You are the one who fires up my heart
and flames light my passion for life
You are the one who brought me to life
who gave me Jesus, my hero
who touches my soul when your arms
stretch like ropes toward me
a fatherly hug
when I weep
through storms of life
You are the one who gives me strength
when I feel so weak you raise me up
and have faith in me, a faithless kind
you caress me when floods of tears engulf
You are the one who has given me unconditionally
your Son,
your life,
your Spirit
You are the one I have always been waiting for
When empty and dead was my soul
a bright awesome sun
Only you my Father
You are the one

I have no gravity

Half smiles
Tired
Full
Content with you
I must have been in a nightmare before
Stuck in such a cold world
Loveless
Pointless
Nail biting
Phobic of loving
Because people turn backs
To you
Now
I am biting bitterness
With scriptures of love
And a bag of hopes
With no burdens to carry
No baggage
I have no gravity
What?
I HAVE NO GRAVITY!
I scream
Throwing away my past weights
I can float
On air
Light hearted
Free-at last
My craze
My love
My jealous passionate
Lord
Raises me up
Again and again
Nothing can put me down
Apples don’t fall on the ground
On my heart
There’s no gravity
I tell you
I have fallen so badly for Him.

Jan/17/06

Congratulations Lorie, I just read your poems, I like your stile too..

You know what is the sense of humble... While I was reading, one of them reminded me this phrase:.

"Kush nuk e ka provuar qoftë për një çast përulësinë,
do të jetë i përulur gjatë gjithë jetës"..

Fortuanately, you are out of this, 'cause, u know what is the real, real love

keep writing

this heart with milk and honey

i have become terribly sweet
terribly compassionate
spunk
This agape love
being ingrained in me,
pushing me to act ,
to love
to take charge
i told you
it's a total eclipse
i will never be the same as yesterday
never go back to dark mud
these promises given to me
are radiating
shining with honey
and smoothed with milk
beauty is in the quiet and gentle spirit
even when you are loud with excitement
when you make noises of glee
beauty is in the woman
i love being one
and pouring milk and honey
to you
just as i was from God...

La vie du Dieu (The way of God)

La vie en roses
C’est la vie en folly
How about an invitation to wisdom?
Or would you like a journey to joy?

An operation where anesthetics don’t work
Is an operation that will open your heart
How about a journey to joy
And a wonderful place to love?

Loneliness eats your body
Guilt eats your courage too
Instead have patience for freedom
Pray the next station is truth.

La vie du Dieu
Is the hardest, the narrowest one
But living a holy life
You’ll have a harvest and a shining sun.