Old Man Joe

An old Man Named Joe Sits everyday in an older Porch
Singing Songs of Rust and Decay
But he doesn't know their source

I told'em ...Old Man Joe You gotta get your lazy butt out of my Porch

He Said ...Hey Kid I ..... I've been torn apart by the Days and Time ...and..

You Don't Know What it's Like to be me now!
You Don't Know What it's Like to be me Now!

Nothing Left but, I

We stand seemingly strong, painting pictures of high walls and raging seas
Sining songs of victory and supremacy

If we're missing legs, we continue to live
If we're missing eyes, we continue to see
If we're missing hearts we become the merciless granite stone upon which civilizations rise to fall

We are together in mind but not in consequence or purpose
We're like a Black widow ....sharing only for our own

We have opportunities for the strong and opportunities for the weak
We have marketplaces of love and hate
words and thoughts and dreams
and gardens with beautiful birds singing merrily in trees

We're all naked and delight ourselves in stripping down to our most basic thoughts and instincts only for our own amusement
We take risks to reep our consequence ...and carelessly dispose of all which is in our tight and almost pathetic ways
We create endless passages and paths like rat mazes, and willingly enter them and lose ourselves to the mindless quests

Our games are all that of time and time is but the barer of our deeds ...like the ferry man transporting us for a penny to a detsination we know nothing of

We tell our lies and believe them and build town and cities out of them just to face the fear of losing wahat we had built

We aren't the keepers or the plague of the earth ... We simply can't tell ...yet we need to contain ourselves within a narrow mind frame lest we lose our minds

We have it all in this world of ours ...except for one thing

Our goal

Our dream

Our favourite game

I

between the railways

Many years have passed ....but the passing of the days meant no more than the white foam left off by the sea as it pulls back from the shore ...only a passing thing ....
his whole life revolved around the little time he once had with her ...she meant a lot to him ...much more than he would've ever imagined ....
It wasn't great happy times which he longs for...they were just as painful as his eternal anguish...yet...he felt more alove than ever back then .. the sun felt warmer ...and the clouds pranced across the sky .... the world cried when he cried and smiled whenever he smiled ...and it was all because of her....

But it's time to give it all away ...to kill that part of him before it kills him and all that's left of his life .... he needed an action ... a symbol ...an ending ..closure of some sort to trick himself into forgeting all about her ....

With shakey hands he approached the cupboard where he had stacked everything ...yeah he feared that cupboard ...and as he sadly picked pictures out of old boxes with stickers of smiley faces on them ...and as he puffed the dust away from teddy bears he once cheriched ...his wounds were only more vunerable and exposed as can be .... and there's only one way to force a wound to heal ....he packed it all and walked off towards the nearest train railway .... dropped the box between the tracks and drenched it in gas ...lit a match and set it on fire ...he paused for a second looking at the flames ...hoping they'd devour his anguish as fast as they devour his memories .... he hopes

j'aime my Shiit Hole

i am zee man in zee shiit hole ...i am very happee
don't you seenk i don't like it here becoz i like

don't you seenk i am poor or have no moneee
i have veree nice petit car which runz on petrol 90

i have zee job ..and i pay my countree

and if policeman ask monee give him no problem for mee

i don't want any trouble in mey sheet hole .. i am very happee

poleeteecs and demonstracion are not for mee

inside my sheet hole ..i am very happee

i eat the croissant with the beans and zee tea

and play dominoe weez my friendz in zee cafe

i like zees sheet hole ...which is juste for mee

i receive everyday zee news paper ..where i check the news sportive

i don't care what zey say in words ... i simply can't read

you see my friend .. i didn't tell you

i can't see

can't read

and zee shit hole is mee

The Big Man الراجل الكبير

أنا دنيتي صغيرة و مفيهاش كتير

نفس أحلامي اللي بأصحى بيها بارجع أدفنها في السرير

و كله بسبب الراجل الكبير

أنا نفسي ضيق بس على نفسي و على الحمير

بس حتى نفسي ماجتش حاجة جنب صبر الحمير

و كله بسبب الراجل الكبير

أنا كل جزمي مخرومة و كل هضومي مرقعة ترقيع

كل أكلي بأكله بالرغيف البلدي و ألا الأكل ملاقيش

كل جراني جعانة و مرقعة زيي و كله لازم يعيش

لو حد يطول يقطع إلي جنبه ده كان يغمسه تغميس

أنا لا متجوز و لا أتجوزت و لا في أمل أتجوز في حظي المطين بطين

أنا لا أعرف انجليزي و لا كومبيوتر ..زيي زي ثور الطحين

اديني قفة ... اديني شلوط .. اديني أي حاجة تزقني بعيد

دي أجرة الأتوبيس زادت و الرز زاد و الزيت زاد و حتى الرغيف

اطحنني يا معلم أكتر و أكتر ...بس أضمنلك مش حانزل دقيق

عشمني يا باشا أكتر و أكتر ..و أنا أغمس كوستك و أعيش

أه يا راجل يا كبير

No Ordinary Thing

To turn your eye .... to seek ... to find
To change place .... to re-build .... to create
To be as the seasons ... changing yet always on the way
To be brave .... and Change

Eyes glitter with innocent wonder ... circling around life as a cat around a ball of yarn
Arms hesitantly reaching inside ... like the dead silence preceding the storm
Fallen Bricks ... Fallen Walls ... of a place once called home
To save ... and keep the Change

Cycling down the cliff ... as destiny pulls you through the busy traffic
Far from the curb ... and faster onwards
No one seems to notice ... either they're blind .. or what?
Every stop seems like the last ... but destiny's still pulling

Time ticking ... and they just don't stop yacking away
Talking ...endlessly .... repeatedly ... killing every possibility born today
Numbing ... Slow train of intrinsic silence
Burning cup of darker beans