Matthew Korban

When heroes rest in silent graves,
And the innocent is bound in chains,
When thieves dwell in grand estates,
And corrupt politicians reign,
The end of the world draws near,
..In sorrowful refrain.

A message for self: Stop stressing yourself. Take a deep breath and let go of your worries. Remember, God sees everything you’re going through. He understands your struggles, your pain, and your silent battles. Trust that He is working in ways you cannot see to make things right for you. Just have faith and hold on to hope. Embrace the peace that comes from knowing you are never alone. Better days are on the horizon, and your heart will find its way to serenity. 🌟

الجرح ينزف والقلب مجروح
منصير نرمي حكي مش وقتو
عيب التشفي بأخيك المجروح
وعيب الشماته بجرح ما دقتو

الجرح ينزف والدموع تسيل
والقلب يتألم من الألم الثقيل
لا تزيد النار على من هو محترق
ولا تزرع الشوك في درب من هو غارق

كن البلسم لجراح الزمان
وكن السند في وقت المحن
فالجرح يشفى بالصبر والحنان
والقلب يطيب بصدق الأمان

الجرح عميق والليل طويل
والألم يصرخ في الصمت العليل
لا تكن قاسيًا على من هو ضعيف
ولا تزيد الهم على من هو كليل

كن النور في ظلام الليل
وكن الأمل في قلب عليل
فالجرح يشفى بكلمة حانية
والقلب يطيب بلمسة دافئة

الجرح يصرخ في صمت السكون
والقلب ينادي في ليل الجنون
لا تترك أخاك في بحر الألم
ولا تزيد عليه ثقل الهموم

Joy of the Now

In the quiet of the morning light,
Where dreams and dawn softly unite,
Happiness whispers, gentle and true,
Not in the chase, but in the view.

It's not in the treasures we seek to find,
But in the peace of a grateful mind.
In the simple joys that life bestows,
In the love that in our hearts grows.

For happiness is not a distant star,
But the warmth of knowing who we are.
It's in the moments we hold dear,
In the present, ever near.

So cherish what you have today,
Let contentment light your way.
For in the now, joy does reside,
In the heart, where it abides.

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Written by Matthew Korban

In the masquerade of life, we dance and twirl,
With masks that hide our truths, our inner world.
By day, we wear the smiles, the light, the grace,
But in the dark, we show our true face.

The shadows whisper secrets, dark and deep,
In twilight's grip, our hidden selves we keep.
A laugh, a tear, a twisted, knowing grin,
Reveals the soul beneath the painted skin.

In darkness, masks fall off, the truth unveiled,
The stories of our hearts, in shadows trailed.
For in the night, the masquerade is done,
And we become the selves we hide from sun.

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Written by Matthew Korban

Whispers of Life’s Paradoxes

In the heart of *believe*, a *lie* does dwell,
A silent whisper in the mind's deep well.
We cling to faith, yet doubt's shadow looms,
In the garden of hope, uncertainty blooms.

In the word *lover*, *over* stands stark,
A bittersweet echo, a fading spark.
Love's tender embrace, a fleeting dance,
Caught between moments, a fragile chance.

In the bond of *friend*, there's an *end* we dread,
A tearful goodbye, words left unsaid.
Friendship's warm glow, a comforting light,
Yet time's cruel hand turns day into night.

In the strength of *trust*, there's an *us* so dear,
A fragile connection, held close, held near.
Trust is a bridge, built on shared dreams,
Yet beneath its arches, uncertainty streams.

In the journey of *life*, there's an *if* we face,
A haunting uncertainty, a delicate grace.
Life's winding path, with twists and turns,
In every choice, a lesson learned.

Yet through these trials, we find our way,
In the shadows of night, in the light of day.
For in every ending, a new start lies,
In every question, wisdom's prize.

Written by Matthew Korban

In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
A tale unfolds beneath the sky.
Of hearts oppressed and spirits torn,
By those who scorn and those who mourn.

The bullies rise with cruel intent,
Their words like daggers, malice sent.
They twist the truth, they weave a tale,
Where justice falters, lies prevail.

The bullied stand with silent cries,
Their pain unseen by blinded eyes.
For media's voice, corrupt and loud,
Paints bullies bright, the truth enshroud.

The world believes the crafted lies,
As justice fades and hope denies.
But in the hearts of those who see,
A spark remains, a will to be.

The bullies still do wrong each day,
The world looks on, yet few will say.
A handful strive to make things right,
Condemned by those who shun the light.

For followers, their minds are swayed,
By bullies' lies and truths betrayed.
The media shows wrong as fact,
And justice suffers from this act.

Yet in the darkness, hope persists,
A miracle, a divine twist.
Perhaps one day, the minds will clear,
And truth and justice will appear.

Though bad persists, and shadows loom,
A light may break this endless gloom.
A spark of hope, a guiding sight,
To lead the world to what is right.

Written by Matthew Korban

الحياة بين الماضي والحاضر والمستقبل

كانت الحياةُ تَسيرُ بنورها
وزمانٌ كان، كالضياءِ في القلوب

كانت القيمُ تحكمُ عالمنا
والأخلاقُ ترفعُ الإنسانَ فوق النجوم

كانت الأمانةُ تاجَ الرجال
والصدقُ في الحديثِ يسري كالنجوم

لكن ما بالُ دهرنا اليوم؟
تغيرت الأحوالُ وتلاشت الأصول

الزمانُ يركضُ نحو مستقبلٍ مجهول
والقيمُ تُنسى، والأخلاقُ تذوب

نشهدُ الفسادَ يجتاحُ كل زاويةٍ
والجشعُ ينهشُ الأرواحَ كالذئاب

الأمانةُ تُباعُ بأرخصِ الأثمان
والصدقُ صار نادرًا كالماء في السراب

الخوفُ يملأُ قلوبنا من الآتي
ونسألُ: أيُّ مستقبلٍ ينتظرُ الأطفال؟

كيف سنتركُ لهم أرضًا ملأى بالخراب؟
كيف سنورثهم عالمًا فقدَ الإيمانَ والوفاء؟

الأجيالُ القادمة، ما ذنبها؟
تعيشُ في عالمٍ بُنيَ على الفسادِ والرياء

يا ليتنا نستطيعُ إعادةَ الزمن
ونعيدُ بناءَ القيمِ من جديد

لكن الأيامَ تمضي، والليلُ يشتد
والخوفُ من المستقبلِ يظلُ ينمو كالشوك

ما الأرضُ التي سنتركُها لأبنائنا؟
ما الإرثُ الذي سيحملونه في قلوبهم؟

عالمٌ مليءٌ بالكذبِ والخداع
وفقدانُ الإيمانِ يُظلمُ كل درب

يا ربِّ، نسألكَ الرحمةَ والهداية
أن تعيدَ لنا قيمَ الحياةِ والأمانة

أن تحفظَ للأجيالِ القادمة
عالمًا أفضل، وأرضًا أكثرَ إنسانية

أن نتركَ لهم إرثًا مليئًا بالحب
والصدقُ والإيمانُ يكونانِ في قلوبهم

فالخوفُ من المستقبلِ لا ينتهي
لكن بالأملِ والصدقِ يمكننا التغيير

Written by Matt Korban

Lebanon: A Tapestry of Beauty and Resilience

In Lebanon, where mountains pierce the sky,
Where ancient cedars in the wild winds sigh,
A land of beauty, heartache, hope, and pain,
A vibrant gem where love and sorrow reign.

From Beqaa’s valleys, fertile, ripe, and gold,
To Byblos' shores where stories old unfold,
The Mediterranean's embrace, so wide,
Reflects the soul of Lebanon with pride.

In Beirut’s streets, where culture fiercely blends,
A tapestry of lives, where nothing ends,
The bustling souks, the scent of cedar wood,
The calls to prayer where ancient temples stood.

Cedars stand tall, resilient through the years,
Their roots in soil watered by blood and tears,
Through wars and peace, their verdant arms remain,
A testament to Lebanon's refrain.

The wine of Bekaa, rich with earth and sun,
The laughter shared when daily toil is done,
The dancing feet that beat with rhythmic cheer,
In Lebanon, life’s essence is so clear.

From snow-capped peaks to sunlit coastal bays,
The country’s beauty shines in myriad ways,
The spirit of its people, strong and free,
In Lebanon, the heart finds liberty.

Yet shadows cast by histories of pain,
Echoes of loss in every street and lane,
A cry for peace that rises with the dawn,
In Lebanon, the fight for hope goes on.

Oh Lebanon, a land so deeply blessed,
Where east meets west, where hearts are laid to rest,
A timeless song of love and fierce desire,
A phoenix rising from the flames of fire.

Your valleys weep, your mountains softly sing,
A nation torn, yet always healing spring,
Through strife and joy, your beauty’s ever shown,
In Lebanon, the heart’s true home is known.

Written by Matt Korban