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<channel><title><![CDATA[Mayed Al Qasimi's Official Website - Poetry]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/poetry.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poetry]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:36:24 +0000</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Cube (Part 3) - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2012/01/cube-part-3-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2012/01/cube-part-3-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 17:36:49 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2012/01/cube-part-3-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none wsite-image-border-black" style="padding-top:0;padding-bottom:0;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:left"> <a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/8549276_orig.jpg?1327339680' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'> <img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/8549276.jpg?1327339680" alt="Cube (Part 3)" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">The Cube of Chance in his right hand<br /><span>Leading the way in this dark night</span><br /><span>Our hero having travelled far</span><br />                  Stops now to rest under moonlight<br /><br />    In his search for the brightest star<br />  He came across a woodland sprite<br />  Another of the magic realm<br />  That helped his way to end the blight<br /><br />    It showed him through the Ose&rsquo;s fog<br />  A cursed land filled with demons<br />  Once he moved past the deadly maze<br />  He reached the forest of damsons<br /><br />    Though he has suffered on this quest<br />  His will to live never weakens<br />  One step forward, always forward<br />  Throughout many changing seasons<br /><br />    The trees in this discovered land<br />  Shine brightly with their silver fruit<br />  Having had a peaceful night&rsquo;s rest<br />  He wakes to the sound of a flute<br /><br />    Beneath the morning dew he sees<br />  A wood nymph that was such a beaut<br />  It was her music that he heard<br />  To sunrise it was a tribute<br /><br />    The Cube of Chance now glows and hums<br />  He must be near the star he seeks<br />  It can&rsquo;t be a coincidence<br />  That she was there beneath the peaks<br /><br />    Our hero quietly collects<br />  His things before the wood nymph freaks<br />  He must not let her see him lest<br />  She disappear for countless weeks<br /><br />    The brightest star he seeks is here<br />  And she will lead him to the grove<br />  The grove where stars grow on the trees<br />  Before they fall to skies above<br /><br />    So soundlessly he followed her<br />  Past forests and a tiny cove<br />  Through winding paths and mountain hills<br />  If only one could colour love<br /><br />    The journey to this magic land<br />  Where stars alight the forest air<br />  Is filled with mystery and charm<br />  And sights of beauty oh-so-rare<br /><br />    Imagination without bounds<br />  And nature made for you to stare<br />  This painting of a midnight sky<br />  Evaporates all of despair<br /><br />    The wood nymph stopped before a stream<br />  And stepped out of her dress shyly<br />  She walked toward the smoothest bank<br />  And stacked her things and clothes neatly<br /><br />    She entered the soft blue water<br />  And summoned a golden nixie<br />  To wash away the journey&rsquo;s ache<br />  With healing magic done briskly<br /><br />    Once she was dressed she took her flute<br />  And played the warmest melody<br />  Beyond the stream appeared a light<br />  Within a frame that was sturdy<br /><br />    Our hero followed her with stealth<br />  Into the woods that smelled mouldy<br />  And sooner than he could but breathe<br />  He saw a grove of stars windy<br /><br />    His quest to seek the brightest star<br />  Comes to illuminated end<br />  Once he finds what the Cube of Chance<br />  Glows brightest for he will ascend<br /><br />    Before him suddenly she came<br />  Her bravery he must commend<br />  She smiled and pointed to a star<br />  &ldquo;In us you&rsquo;ll always have a friend.&rdquo;<br /><br />    He heard her thoughts in his calm mind<br />  The Cube of Chance now bright and warm<br />  He saw the brightest star fall down<br />  And scooped it up, the strangest form<br /><br />    &ldquo;Be safe and bring peace to the land.&rdquo;<br />  Her magic powers not the norm<br />  He thanked her and was on his way<br />  He could smell now the coming storm<br /><br />    For months he travelled with the star<br />  Through nature and what seemed surreal<br />  And finally he reached his land<br />  The lady&rsquo;s eyes with joy sparkle<br /><br />    He found the Ose later that day<br />  The star to evil a stopple<br />  With the light of love from the star<br />  The sick Ose began to shrivel<br /><br />    As time passed by and goodness grew<br />  His Kingdom too became so grand<br />  That other lands with ancient song<br />  Spread joy to all that would demand<br /><br />    The power of good, brightest star<br />  Darkest evil it shall withstand<br />  Never again shall evil rule<br />  Peace for many centuries spanned<br /><br />    Golden Tree drops the sweetest fruit<br /> Antiquity from this Jujube<br /> Sorry to say but this concludes<br /> The last part of the story "Cube"    <br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cube (Part 2) - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2011/04/cube-part-2-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2011/04/cube-part-2-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2011/04/cube-part-2-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/641864_orig.jpg?1301811371' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/641864.jpg?1301811371" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 10px; border-width:0;" alt="Cube (Part 2)" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Cold months have passed since our hero<br /><span>Last stood in his humble Kingdom</span><br /><span>The forces of the evil Ose</span><br /><span>Now try to prevent his freedom</span><br /><br /><span>The darkest scum that oozed from Hell</span><br /><span>Its aim to turn all to sodom</span><br /><span>Under the shadows it now moves</span><br /><span>To bound all people in thraldom</span><br /><br /><span></span>So many fell and more to go<br /><span>But there is hope in all that passed</span><br /><span>For our hero to his ideals</span><br /><span>Shall solemnly remain steadfast</span><br /><br /><span>In pure and in princely nature</span><br /><span>The evil Ose is most outclassed</span><br /><span>As long as people are of good</span><br /><span>This putrid mass shall never last</span><br /><br /><span>Our hero of the gentle soul</span><br /><span>Atop a mountain of the mind</span><br /><span>He sits and waits for time to fall</span><br /><span>Upon this land of masses blind</span><br /><br /><span>The evil Ose shows out of fear</span><br /><span>The filthy nature of its kind</span><br /><span>When failing in its tyranny</span><br /><span>It runs with its tail tucked behind</span><br /><br /><span>But surely it can clearly see</span><br /><span>In this world it does not belong</span><br /><span>No matter how far this Ose runs</span><br /><span>It changes not that it is wrong</span><br /><br /><span>All it has done to our hero</span><br /><span>When it believed that is was strong</span><br /><span>Shall come back and devour it</span><br /><span>And when it dies there shall be song</span><br /><br /><span>High up the mountain you will find</span><br /><span>A cabin with a starlit room</span><br /><span>Within it pacing silently</span><br /><span>The lady with a healthy bloom</span><br /><br /><span></span>Together with our hero she<br /><span>Lives happily away from gloom</span><br /><span>This will to live, love and to laugh</span><br /><span>The evil Ose cannot consume</span><br /><br /><span>Of pure nature you have to be</span><br /><span>To climb here and reach the summit</span><br /><span>The Ose's pet, the rabid hound</span><br /><span>Died when struck by a small comet</span><br /><br /><span>It couldn't reach the mountain top</span><br /><span>Its nature that of a maggot</span><br /><span>The magic that protects the peak</span><br /><span>Has been a well guarded secret</span><br /><br /><span></span>Our hero now on his quest goes<br /><span>Another page in his memoir</span><br /><span>He moves to find the brightest light</span><br /><span>The life force of a falling star</span><br /><br /><span>To reach the land of pulsing beams</span><br /><span>He needs to travel very far</span><br /><span>Into his mind and through a maze</span><br /><span>Of the everlasting quasar</span><br /><br /><span></span>Travelling by night and through the woods<br /><span>Moving towards the north blue moon</span><br /><span>Behind a wall of ancient trees</span><br /><span>He happened upon a lagoon</span><br /><br /><span>He saw a glimmer on a rock</span><br /><span>A beauty you cannot oppugn</span><br /><span>It mesmerised him, in his place</span><br /><span>He stood</span> as he began to swoon<br /><br /><span></span>In all her brilliance she lay bare<br /><span>Upon the rock her truth displayed</span><br /><span>The rarest of the magic realm</span><br /><span>He had found a young lake mermaid</span><br /><br /><span>She beckoned for him to come near</span><br /><span>And so he quickly passed the glade</span><br /><span>Into the water he then went</span><br /><span></span>Her soft gaze he could not evade<br /><br /><span>The legends speak of her splendour</span><br /><span>Her skill to put you in a trance</span><br /><span>The legends also speak of hop</span>e<br /><span></span>If you find one a wish she grants<br /><br /><span></span>Our hero, now beside her, holds<br /><span>The key to fight the Ose perchance</span><br /><span>Revealing to her his story</span><br /><span>She gives to him the Cube of Chance</span><br /><br /><span>The Cube of Chance will help him find</span><br /><span>The brightest star in all the land</span><br /><span>And with it he will soon bring back</span><br /><span>Peace to the realm, good will expand</span><br /><br /><span>The evil Ose shall then decay</span><br /><span>From this Kingdom it shall be banned</span><br /><span>For honour and love our hero</span><br /><span>Will always and forever stand</span><br /><br /><span>Back in the cabin high above</span><br /><span>The lady waits for his return</span><br /><span>Beside the fireplace she sits</span><br /><span>Staring at the seasoned wood burn</span><br /><br /><span></span>The night around the cabin comes<br /><span>The porch is lit by a lantern</span><br /><span>The moons are coming into view</span><br /><span>She stares outside in aching yearn</span><br /><br /><span>Golden Tree drops the sweetest fruit</span><br /><span>Antiquity from this Jujube</span><br /><span>Sorry to say but this concludes</span><br /><span>The next part of the story "Cube"</span><br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cube (Part 1) - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/10/cube-part-1-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/10/cube-part-1-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/10/cube-part-1-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/6252593_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/6252593.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Cube (Part 1)" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Once upon a much slower time<br /><span>There was a Kingdom ruled by one</span><br /><span>A man that cared and was so kind</span><br /><span>To all his subjects, his kinsmen</span><br /><br /><span>He loved his people very much</span><br /><span>He served and bled, the ideal son</span><br /><span>This northern land, this green and blue</span><br /><span>His vision made it an Eden</span><br /><br /><span>One quiet day he took a stroll</span><br /><span>Far up a hill and past a stream</span><br /><span>Where to his eyes he saw a lake</span><br /><span>That he once saw in a far dream</span><br /><br /><span>Beyond the lake he found a tree</span><br /><span>With leaves of gold, yellow and cream</span><br /><span>He walked with one hand on his heart</span><br /><span>Towards the tree that sang agleam</span><br /><br /><span>With outreached arms he touched a branch</span><br /><span>And felt it shake with drops of rain</span><br /><span>But when he looked upon the sky</span><br /><span>There were no clouds in this domain</span><br /><br /><span>He understood what that tree saw</span><br /><span>In that moment all was inane</span><br /><span>As he was jolted back to Earth</span><br /><span>The moons had come and he felt pain</span><br /><br /><span>Stumbling aside he saw a bird</span><br /><span>His heart still aching from his trip</span><br /><span>He took some seeds from his pocket</span><br /><span>To feed the sad bird with a skip</span><br /><br /><span>It just stood there beside the tree</span><br /><span>Not knowing what was in the scrip</span><br /><span>But when he poured the seeds from it</span><br /><span>The bird, now happy, did a flip</span><br /><br /><span>With curious and most grateful eyes</span><br /><span>It pecked some seeds and flew away</span><br /><span>He watched as it landed nearby</span><br /><span>On a smaller tree with a sway</span><br /><br /><span>From this short distance he could hear</span><br /><span>The birds' twitter, "Thank you" they say</span><br /><span>And so with an accomplished heart</span><br /><span>He sat down, on his back he lay</span><br /><br /><span>Slowly he fell asleep and dreamt</span><br /><span>Of green waterfalls and blue waves</span><br /><span>But suddenly without a sign</span><br /><span>Darkness came to make of them graves</span><br /><br /><span></span>He shook his head and wiped the tears<br /><span>He feared his people turned to slaves</span><br /><span>By the cold lake he silently</span><br /><span>Washed his face and thought of his staves</span><br /><br /><span>Which one to use? Which one he'll raise?</span><br />The staff of hope or staff of love<br /><span>The staff of war or staff of peace</span><br /><span>The staff that always glows above</span><br /><br /><span>He made his way through silent trees</span><br /><span>Of only them he could think of</span><br /><span>His people were to face evil</span><br /><span>That fit a man just like a glove</span><br /><br /><span>The omen he saw at the tree</span><br /><span>Told of a time of misery</span><br /><span>A time where justice is a myth</span><br /><span>An atmosphere that is sickly</span><br /><br /><span>The architect of such a plan</span><br /><span>An Ose that craves what is filthy</span><br /><span>A creepy face so full of puss</span><br /><span>Its mouth speaks words made blistery</span><br /><br /><span>A hound from Hell shall rule with hate</span><br /><span>Its Kingdom shall fall into debt</span><br /><span>A debt that cripples innocence</span><br /><span>To humankind it is a threat</span><br /><br /><span>This hound shall kill and rape the dead</span><br /><span>Devouring all that it can get</span><br /><span>The Ose shall laugh at such a state</span><br /><span>The hound from Hell, a rabid pet</span><br /><br /><span>Our hero reached his Kingdom walls</span><br /><span>To find that fire raged inside</span><br /><span>He found the street with crumpled lumps</span><br /><span>The little children dead, he cried</span><br /><br /><span>In all this darkness he saw light</span><br /><span>When from the skies a bird did glide</span><br /><span>Towards the gate he heard a noise</span><br /><span>It was the light that he had spied</span><br /><br /><span>It moved across and shone so bright</span><br /><span>A lady lying on the sand</span><br /><span>He took his cape and wrapped her up</span><br /><span>She smiled and kissed him on his hand</span><br /><br /><span>"I am the bird you saved today..."</span><br /><span>She said whilst coming to a stand</span><br /><span>She had come here to warm his heart</span><br /><span>To take him back to the woodland</span><br /><br /><span>He went with her to Golden Tree</span><br /><span>For several years he was to wait</span><br /><span>To learn how to defeat evil</span><br /><span>He had to learn how not to hate</span><br /><br /><span></span>The lady kept him safe from them<br /><span>The evil hound and its sick mate</span><br /><span>He will return and save his home</span><br /><span>For after all it is his fate</span><br /><br /><span>Golden Tree drops the sweetest fruit</span><br /><span>Antiquity from this Jujube</span><br /><span>Sorry to say but this concludes</span><br /><span>The first part of the story "Cube"</span><br /><span></span><span></span></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ramadan - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/09/ramadan-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/09/ramadan-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/09/ramadan-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/524129_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/524129.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Ramadan" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">From when the sun rises<br />Until the sun sets<br />Experience this time<br />Repay all your debts<br /><br />If you fast this month<br />You shall have no frets<br />Good deeds and good health<br />Is what someone gets<br /><br />In prayer and faith<br />You'll hold no regrets<br />Be kind to all life<br />God never forgets<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Journey - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/08/journey-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/08/journey-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 20:57:27 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/08/journey-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/6759060_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/6759060.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Journey" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">My life is a journey on a road filled with good<br />I am whistling this tune as I pick firewood<br />Under the dark night sky I recall my childhood<br />When times were not changing, I changed not when I should<br /><br />My friends were the bright stars, the full moon and the truth<br />When I dreamt I dreamt of you so loving in sooth<br />Before you I was lonely, unkempt and uncouth<br />You've made me so happy with your love and your ruth<br /><br />You're so far from me now, I cannot bear the pain<br />Until we meet once more, this poor state I'll sustain<br />Without you my heart is like an empty ghost train<br />The day you're in my arms is the day it shall rain<br /><br />And so forward I ride on my trusty bronco<br />Into the wild night on a feeling I will go<br />With its breathtaking canyons this trail I follow<br />Where it will lead me I honestly do not know<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Senses - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/07/senses-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/07/senses-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/07/senses-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/1343826_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/1343826.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Senses" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">If you were a colour I could see<br />You'd be the colour red<br /><br />If you were a sound that I could hear<br />You'd be a gentle wave<br /><br />If you were a flavour I could taste<br />You'd be the sweetest bread<br /><br />If you were a fabric I could touch<br />You'd be the softest silk<br /><br />If you were a scent that I could smell<br />You'd be a rose full bloom<br /><br />For all of these senses do betray<br />The rare beauty that's you<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mode - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/07/mode-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/07/mode-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/07/mode-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/1492516_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/1492516.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Mode" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">The void within speaks of a time<br />When people lived a life of rhyme<br />Delayed are those, the kind that think<br />That they are most significant<br /><br />No logic, sense or peace of mind<br />In what they do, defeat they'll find<br />Delivered from the ideal mode<br />You shall be if you walk this road<br /><br />Eternal farms of cultured soil<br />Wrapped are their heads in hats of foil<br />For coming now as it has then<br />A storm become the value ten<br /><br />A surreal influx of red moons<br />Adapted from the ancient runes<br />Sit down, relax and watch the show<br />For all of this ends tomorrow<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Honour - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/06/honour-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/06/honour-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/06/honour-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/2871817_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/2871817.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Honour" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">When in the most depressing hour<br />When life begins to taste of sour<br />When you perceive the world as dour<br />Stand tall, my friend, stand tall<br /><br />Beware, for want does evil leak<br />Obsession maketh man's soul weak<br />Of only good things must you speak<br />Your troubles melt and fall<br /><br />Live full and hear your heart's warble<br />For time is not redeemable<br />Make every move one that's thoughtful<br />And you shall gain it all<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Indefatigable - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/04/indefatigable-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/04/indefatigable-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 03:21:23 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/04/indefatigable-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/3375275_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/3375275.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Indefatigable" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">You will not beat us<br />We will not desist<br />As long as we breathe<br />We shall all persist<br /><br />We do not fear you<br />You are a coward<br />Amongst sycophants<br />Your schemes are haggard<br /><br />Your will shall not be<br />We are Julfar's dome<br />For honour and love<br />We shall return home<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Amour - Mayed Al Qasimi]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/03/amour-mayed-al-qasimi.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/03/amour-mayed-al-qasimi.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.mayed.com/1/post/2010/03/amour-mayed-al-qasimi.html</guid><description><![CDATA[   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: left;"><a href='http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/4941744_orig.jpg?495' rel='lightbox' onclick='if (!lightboxLoaded) return false'><img src="http://www.mayed.com/uploads/5/2/4/7/524716/4941744.jpg?495" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; border-width:0;" alt="Amour" class="galleryImageBorderBlack" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -0; margin-bottom: 0;"></div></div></div>  <div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">Seduce me, confuse me<br />Tell a lie<br />You tease me, raining you pour<br />As minutes pass<br />I'll watch the hourglass<br />Till I have you near<br /><br />And days fall, and nights fall<br />From up high<br />A vision you can't ignore<br />It is my fate<br />On that I shall fixate<br />Till I have you near amour<br /><br />My heart climbs, you're sublime<br />I see your face appear<br />But I'm only dreaming of the day you're here<br /><br />Come love me, and hold me<br />Let us fly<br />Softly we shall kiss and soar<br />Above the grass<br />My thoughts I shall amass<br />Till I have you near amour<br /><br />And magic, your magic<br />Has spelled me in this sphere<br />I am simply mesmerized by you my dear<br /><br />And moons fall, and stars fall<br />Comets cry<br />Like seashells they come to shore<br />And so I wait<br />For that appointed date<br />Till I have you near amour<br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

