PASS

i was a child once ... and i didn't have many friends ...i only had you
we spent days and nights together doing what boys do

we laughed and cried and passed through thick and thin
some moments seemed like the last ... but the next soon begins
Some faces seemed like forever sad ... drenched in sorrow and sin
Sometimes time would hardly pass ... but it eventually did

We weren't great basketball players ... but in our minds we ruled as kings
You made the best pass ... and i through it in

Our sky darkened ... our toys burnt ... and we turned to men
But we still sat on that busstop across the street and laughed again

and when all seemed lost ... when the sky dressed up in black
when the wolves gathered and thunder shook the ground
when we fell down
face in the mud
ravished and torn
you passed the ball
and i passed it back
though the grip on it had worn out
you held it firmly
and made your shot
you may have lost
but you never did

we separated ... and met again
we sat at the same bus station
and reminised
we laughed our lungs out
till dawn broke out
and separated us again

We ruled as kings once
My brother from another mother

your spot on the bench on that bus stop is still warm
from your stinky farts ... we laughed at

your number no longer picks up
and your email will never respond again

the streets we walked across seem the same
not the same

the worn out basket ball ... gripless ...rolls across the uneven ground of our court
no more dribbling ... no more jumping ...
who's gonna make that PASS

بحر الكبدة الإسكندراني

أنا قلبي كان ملوخية أصبح جزر
هرشتلو..وقع من ودني و اتفرس
قلتلو ليه بوظت الطبيخ
دي حتى التقلية.. أهم حاجة فيها النفس

آه يا كت كات .. ياللي بتيجي بالجوز
فين أيام عين الست و الملبن و اللوز
فين أيام عم أحمد و بم بم بتاع الجوايز
إعلانات شغالة عالفاضي و محدش فايز

يا أم الشوق يا بتاعت الفول و الطعمية
لا الحكومة سايباكي ولا البلدية
ولا الماك فلافل بتاع الشركة الأمريكانية
ولا هم العيال و الدنيا المفترية

أه يا كاوتش اتهرى من كتر اللف على الطريق
آه يا غلابة يا شقيانين ياللي حتموتكو دنيتكو من غير رفيق
آه يا موظفين على الناصية مترصصين مستنيين
آه من غلبكم ولا من اللي غلبكم يا مصريين

يا بتاع الكبدة يا وسخ يا معفن
ولاد الزوات على كبدتك بتجنن
يا سلام لو يعرفو كبدتك جت منين يا صايع
من شركات أهاليهم و اللعب في الوقت الضايع

AA

There once lived an Above Average Aged Man, in an Above Average Land, His height and weight were Above Average, and so was his IQ

He Went to an Above Average School, and graduated with Above Average Grades

He Worked in an Above Average company, and received an Above Average Salary

He had an Above Average car, and lived in an Above Average house

He had an Above Average number of friends, with whom he discussed Above Average intellectual issues

He liked Above Average music, and spoke an Above Average number of languages with an Above Average fluency

His skills were all Above Average too,

He struggled an Above Average Struggle to maintain his Above Average Life

Untill one time he saw an Excellent opportunity, Suited for an Excellent Candidate, an opportunity that would lead consequently to an Excellent life

So our Above Average Man, went to the Excellent place to seek the Excellent opportunity and he met with Excellent people, who assessed his abilities based on their Excellent Assessment Skills and Found our Above Average Man to be an Above Average Man

The Excellent people had an Excellent Debate together, about whether the Above average Man and his Above Average World Will pull their Excellent World down, or Will the Excellent World pull the Above Average Man Up

The Excellent Verdict was passed by the Excellent People upon the Above Average Man, that he was not an Excellent Man fitting enough of their Excellent Plans

The Above Average Man was shocked, and he was worried his shock would lead him into falling to becoming an Average Man, or rise above to become an Excellent Man,

The Above Average Man noticed that his convictions kept fluctuating high and low, and his dreams were as changing as a sinusoidal wave, and so the Above Average Man understands that the change that's happening is only to maintain his Above Average Status in its location, and stabilize the Above Average curse on his Above Average Soul in his Above Average Life in this Above Average Story

The Blood, The Soil

I've been sitting there in the corner, waiting

Carving hopes with a rusty blade deep in my mind, anticipating

Planting seeds of false belief in the cracks in my soul

As my shadow danced on the wall



I've witnessed my mind go to war, murdered

Breaking and entering unchartered homes, racing

Pillaging the colors of my self portraits, defacing

As my every breath struggles out of the massive cave-in



Watching the memories fall in place above my head, a tombstone lay

Watching as i fell in place, the Icarus way

Days fell off the calendar, filled the grave

As the welcoming comitte formed, Worms and Snakes



A smile of vengance, the last rusty nail

Hammered in my chest, pushed all the way

The Blood froze in terror, stiffened crate

The soil consumed it all, a black rose emerged again

Better than you

You worthless piece of overgrown self-inflated manure...i don't fuckin need you, who the fuck do you think you are anyways, waltzing in here thinking you got me in your pocket, well, i'll tell you one thing you pompous arrogant baboon, you ain't shit, there're others with a lot more to offer, and a more vibrant life than you have, so go back to your pathetic life you disgusting little roach and bath in the sewage of your self pity and despair as we build towers high and sore with the elite, as we watch you fall and turn on the ground like a dying worthless mutt that you are, there's just no place for you here and there will never be!

Gotta stay up! gotta stay strong i don't want those bastards to see me down! no one should think he has that sort of power over me! No One! ...but they do! they all do, they can spit in your face and you have to chew on it and thank them for such a sweet gesture, we're weak, helpless and fragile, no matter ow confident we try to be, we're not, but why does it have to be this way, WHAT'S WRONG? why can't we surpass our weaknesses and rise above our defeat? Why do we have to suffer for days and maybe months for such invisible wounds to heal, and sometimes they never do, There is nothing worse or more confusing than having a mindset on the existance of a certain situation or quality or maybe status then a more powerful entity comes in and shocks you with a harsher reality, it's like your perception of reality is like a tooth pick and their perception is like a base ball batt and it's useless, they'll impose their reality on you whether you like it or not, even if you fight to the best of your abilities, but they can't see you down, No! they mustn't see you down!