MirrorCrax - For Dust & Glory

House of bones

2011-06-27T12:31:00.000-07:00

Trying to open my arms ... unlock their grip ... can't!
Encased ... Imprisoned ... Entrapped
I hold the lock but lost the key

Man knows no better ... than to look outside
I see no end to this eternal dialogue
Perhaps if i turn off the lights ... i can hear the murmurs of the cars passing by outside my childhood window
Perhaps if i close my eyes ... i'll see the shadows of their headlights as they drift across the wall

These barricades of skin and bones ... far from the maddening crowd
The paint brush caresses the hard surface of the wall .. which shielded the master from the slave
There upon the hill and at the end of the long and misty road ... lies the unknown
Scold me for you know me not ... Neither do i

I can still hear him singing beyond the darkness and misfortune about a day that's yet to come
I can still see him chasing rainbows ... as he trusted everyone
I can still feel Cairo's gentle caress as the dawn rips through the night
I can still hear them fight

I have to say .. regardless of it all ... i'm speechless
restless within my confines
i witness
entrapped
engulfed
within this house of bones

Breakfast on the moon

2011-06-13T11:13:00.001-07:00

Oh! how far we've come !
Oh! Poetry woes time !

How closer can we get ... just to realize we're so far away
In any given moment ... on any given day
The smoke never clears
... and the spectre stays
... on any given day
Scare crows scream out the songs that keep rining in my head
and the benetton colors of the new world order waltz on the ticks of dawn
Slice through the silence with a maserati and pierce your consciousness with paper clips
It's your time and you've got to realize ... sugar and spice and everthing nice comes precooked, prepacked and delivered

Drape your fire in lace and drown your fears in paperwork ... no one else will ever notice
Stand before the court smiling .. knowing you were nice
Hide away the skeletons ... Bury the hatchet and kill the clown
Don't ever frown ... Sound the bell and kickaway your cover ... it's a new day
and it's time to pay .... the piper
sail away in orbit towards space
at a peaceful yet careful pace
grab a seat
by the great sea
and have breakfast on the moon!

2011-02-12T09:21:00.000-08:00

Egypt! is Free! .,...... Seems like a dream
I still can't believe ... Egypt is Free!

Far from home ... blindfold ... in a dark room waiting for pictures to mount in the corners of my mind

Cannot scream ... cannot walk along the streets ... and live the dream
blood of the martyrs ... upon the curbstones ... of Tahrir square
flaming bullets ... piercing through the armor ... of stone cold colonels of fear
the sound of the free ... the sound of history

Egypt is Free! ..... it isn't a dream

barricades shattered ... into pieces ... releasing our beloved country
To walk proudly ... with her head held high ... beside the river where she cried

OH! YES! It's real! It's not a dream!
We can finally say we're free!

shaking fists with broken fingers against the tyrants of hypocrisy
upon the land ... land of our fathers ... land of our children ... land of the free!
We say!

EGYPT!
EGYPT!
EGYPT Prevails!

The sticks and the piles

2010-11-07T12:33:00.000-08:00

We all live in houses made of sticks
sticks are collected selectively from accessible piles
some people may venture into unchartered lands for the satisfaction of believing their sticks are unique and of different value than any other
others settle with the closest, sometimes collecting them for their parents' house of sticks
It is our natural instinct to protect our house of sticks, from all intruders, seeking to disrupt its balanced state, especially when several houses are held together by nothing other than than gravity and their own weight, or perhaps our perception of how much they actually weigh
more or less we're like the story of the three little pigs, however, all our houses are in reality, all our houses are as fragile as the brick house, yet, many of us believe them to be as solid as the pyramids and the china wall, it is such convictions which form the glue, and the walls keeping others from viewing, manipulating or altering our delicate structures
and although the number of sticks in the world are limited, we like to believe, we bring out different outcomes, much better than those other stupid fellows on the plains
nowadays, there are people who attempt to fore-go, the whole idea of a house and live freely under the morning sun, to feel the rain, and the wind in their hair and on the tips of their fingers as they dance in joy and enjoy life for all it has to give.
Yet life is time and space, and while some may enjoy the space available, their time remains limited, and the wind will no longer whistle through their hair, as it falls like the autumn leaves, withering in the wind they once embraced and enjoyed, and their skin, once fair, shall frail, and their bones will barely keep them standing, and they shall seek asylum in other stick houses, or perhaps live in the remains of others' houses, as they slowly witness the sun falling upon their legacy of momentous freedom, as it rises upon the land of the offspring of the stick house people, as they continue to selectively select sticks, or sometimes, the bones from the remains of other people's legacies, so that they live on, and while there might be no mean old wolf to huff and puff and blow our houses away, there is always catrina and several other far more powerful forces in life and death to bring our houses down, so we can rebuild them or at least die trying

Out there

2010-10-24T07:34:00.000-07:00

It's not stooping down .. when you pickup a fallen friend
You're never alone .. when your thoughts are your companion
and others shall sing and dance around you and hail you as the village idiot
but it's ok ... you're never alone

Say what you will

2010-10-23T07:20:00.001-07:00

Say what you will ... in words that will fade forever
My words are stronger .. because nobody cares to listen
Nobody witnesses their birth ... just the fruitless endeavor
as the shadow of my footsteps along the shores of time

The queue for self mutilation is longer than you might expect
with wielders of torches, and poems of self lament
as the priests recite their sermons about repentance and regret
for a world that is dying young

Wipe-out my smiles and have me painted in black and blue
upon the canvas of your stereotypical dreams
in a land of many moons ... there upon the rocky bay
you watch me with sadness and dismay ... as i fade away

Distilled thoughts of pure devotion speak so little of what's to come
they jump for joy and strive for fun ... dancing with the wicked one
they shall pay dearly ... oh yes they will ... their arrogance shall overspill
and they shall say what they will ..
time will tell

Prevention and Quality - Two words we don't understand!!!!!!!

2010-09-04T03:51:00.000-07:00

How many times did you go to a doctor, to find a cure for your illness, and got a cure for your pain only? How many times did you go to a mechanic, for diagnosing a troubling sound in your car, and he began changing parts haphazardly with no logical or systematic process? How many times have you met with people who dismissed the causes because the symptoms have disappeared?

Unfortunately we live in a region, where diagnosis, prevention and Quality are empty vapid words, which are no more than buzz words used in marketing pamphlets to contrast with the deteriorating and morbid state which it so flamboyantly addresses! Public figures have no problem going on public television and satellite cable television to advertise products they haven't even tried, as they play on the audience's emotion, economic downturn and their desperation!

Yet! why do we always separate the people from the media, or from leadership, or even from ourselves? Other than the need for recognition, and independence! the answer lies within ourselves! and i'm not referring to repetitive overused slogans and cliche's of hard work and persistence, rather i am referring to why we are separated, unwilling to give to others, or honor our agreements or their rights. In my humble opinion, the reason is that we despise them! we despise ourselves! and we despise our lives! we look down on anything that is too little, and we undermine and feel pity for anything that is too much, that would sound logical if we were a developed country with decent living standards, moderate GDP's, decent health care and education services! unfortunately this is not the case! and we know it! and that's another reason for us to despise ourselves!

and looking at the effort it would take to change this, and whether the change is worth it all together, and whether your neighbor and your brother an sister feel the same, and whether you will be sacrificed at the stake as your family and friends watch in the same desperation you once had, before being burnt not as a martyr, but as a traitor to your government, and your people, who will despise you and look down on you, because its simply easier that way.

Loss of Hope, could be another major cause for our problems, there is no solution, or savior, there is no saad zaghloul, omar makram, or jamal abd el nasser anymore, only anonymous leaders behind questionable cloaks, and public figures with curious agendas and international ties. Egyptians need their heroes and their saviors, we need someone to save us, show us, help us, because we are pathetic and weak and helpless, just like the sorrowful and pitiful state to which we have arrived!

musings of an existential chef

2010-08-28T04:03:00.000-07:00

Today i bring to you the meal of all times, something far beyond comprehension and our underdeveloped senses. Something which cannot be matched even by ambrosia, or sheikh al arab's sojok feteer.

It is a meal you had no choice in having,or ending. yet, you had a choice on how to have it, and how to feel about it. What to make of it, and when to make of it. It is futile i should warn you though, to attempt to ponder on the chef's motives and selection, for you shall never meet him, throughout the meal. You will not even know whether the purpose of this meal is to please you, or torment you. You can choose the cutlery, or perhaps you can make the cutlery, if class matters to you at all, such a meal has been consumed using the most unexpected of body parts you know. Although, i must warn you, unlike this meal you are perishable!

... to be continued

Face your fears... with flowers and silence

2010-07-21T00:18:00.000-07:00

In a slow yet unintentional evolution of Public awareness, people began realizing what a shoddy deal they got 30 years ago, how they were duped under the false pretences of freedom and democracy so they'd move from the ruling of a decent exploitative few, to the ruling of a barbaric -power and wealth starved- mob.

Nonetheless, old habits don't change, opposition remains at best poetic and creative, against the harsh and rigid sticks of crowd control police troops as they bash through the opposing crowds lamenting their ill fortune, and desperation.

Opposition took many forms ranging from distributing flowers, to silence, to dressing in black, to writing messages through banknote paper, which caught much less attention from the government than that they directed towards privatizing Omar Afandi the renowned retail chain. And while fans on facebook against torture, emergency laws and the government rose above 200,000 in some groups, attention to other matters of less public concern were on the main course for the government and its leadership, matters such as the national football team and their scandalous encounter with one of our fellow regional neighbours.

The creative ways, and endeavors sought out and executed by youth, while it seems promising, yet, to a great extent futile, especially with a government who fails to listen, and turns a blind eye on its senior officials' corrupt leadership. How would you expect so much of officials who watch 300 people repeatedly plunge to their death and become ravaged by sharks for personal gains and not move a muscle? how would you appeal to such people's poetic and humane side when they shreek when it comes to taking honorable stances against inhumane, unjust and cruel actions towards their citizens abroad? how would you expect them to respond to a red rose.... when their hands are already dripping with red blood?

It has been a long wait ... but nothing will change ... as the country is no longer ours anymore!

2010-07-02T14:58:00.000-07:00

Psychosomatic hazel green .. creeping in-between the seems ,,, a dead rotten roach upon the cold ceramic floor ,,, as the crowd cheers for more

Hunger dripping from their knives ... as they slice through their time ,,, with twisted tails and fiery eyes ,,, before the fat lady cries

It ain't what it is ,,, when all it was, was nothing ,,,
Upon a chair ,, witnessing as he slices though his rugged wrist watch ,,, spilling low fat frosting upon the wooden floor ,,, hard stains following the cold war ,,, inscribed within the cold sore ,,, as the widow says no more

Wait! my dear mentor ,,, there's one thing left ,,, how about a cup of pee ... there beneath the skinless tree ,,, where i shall bring forth the offspring of your patronizing speach ,,, Behold the dark bleeding roots of history ,, crawling across the slayn leaves of hypocricy ,,, to paint a dead picture of subtle conformity

I give you this to last for the least of time ,, come on , walk with me, let's head towards the closest sunset , far from the sea, or any human being, far from the deserts, the greens, the hills , the mountains and the trees , into my dark alley, where i bring to you, this bitter irony!

Hazey Crescent Creek

2010-05-10T07:01:00.000-07:00

Shadows break off upon the hard rock scattered on the airy beach
As the moon witnesses the silence and the humming of the summer breeze
An unfinished song behind the curtains of the sleeping sea
... Awaiting deliverence ...awaiting liberty

A frozen gaze ..still pupils ..with reflections of dormant stone
Uncharted land ..where no man ..But I ..would care to be
There upon the sea ..beneath the moon ..within a dream
... on edge ...yet so sirene

Discovery ..maybe ..or perhaps ..it seems ..this is not were i ought to be
In a hammock swinging from the Palmtree
Maybe ..or perhaps ..I could be ..or ought to see
My sanctuary eroded by the sea

The illusion of freedom

2010-02-16T08:16:00.000-08:00

upon the crystal screen we've weaved our dreams and visualized our desires
dressed up the world in an evening attire
as we sat on the wooden pattio watching the sun set through the trees
what does it all mean?

I believe !

Thousands of massacres, deaths, missjudegements and fuck-ups each day
yet we still celebrate our ingeniouity
and pack and resell it as otc items ... as the masses flock to the store
and abuse

I can see !

Many stories ... a pot stew of emotions and joyride down our spinal chord
Down to our privates of which we talk so much
then laugh at dogs and cats as they do it in the middle of our driveway

Ok!

Supersize the Heroes but don't count the calories

2009-11-06T06:22:00.000-08:00

Imagine a sculptor who spends all night pondering and wandering through time and space to craft a lifeless existence of his presence, digging deep into his mind's dark paths and hallways, looking for means of self expression, feeling hollow and empty inside and laying all hope on a faceless slab cut off from mountains far off from his creative realm.

The sculptor slaves days and night, with hesitant hands as he pushes the anvil through the persistent rock to weave a more sturdy understanding of his vision, sometimes not looking so much like he had hoped for, thus shaking him a bit and weakens his grip on the heavy hammer with which he pushes his anvil into slab.

Back in the times of world war two, and even a bit earlier the us media was focused on making this whole uncertainty clearer by projecting images of grandeur to boost people's confidence, not that there was a meeting in which such a cause was openly discussed but the market need and conditions drove the writers and artists into creating the perfect hero image.

There are usually several solutions to one's headache, live it out and suffer a bit, take a pill and suppress the pain, or simply believe nothing is wrong and that nothing can really harm me, more or less, it is our ignorance of our ignorance which terrifies us, and lack of confidence in our abilities. Superman amongst other superheroes were saviors who would help us overcome our lack of trust and faith in our selves, nonetheless as times advanced and no major world wars re-occurred, sufficient time was provided for several advancement in health meadicine and science, man's ego began to florish as he surrounded himslef with the many pieces of his creation, his confidence was re-established, of not needing anyone or anything to save him.

Movies began emphasizing how a stupid, low income worker, with all the world's troubles can eventually save the world. The old superheroes were replaced by adam sandler and many others who offered confidence to people through films which sent out messages such as "no matter how bad it is, you can make it happen", "even the stupidest, weakest and most disabled can make a difference", regardless of the interesting presence of the american anthem and the american flag as the header to all such messages, they seemed to aim at recreating the personalities of people into ones which are more suited for the 20th century capitalist transformation.

Superheroes have returned on the movie screen in the past decade making their transition from the comic book, which offered more accessibility for the public, but in a new form, one people can relate to and pay money at the ticket booth to see. The human side of superheroes, especially those with more human qualities than unnatural ones, such as batman, even spiderman was portrayed from the light of human suffering, thus, in my opinion switching directions towards self sufficiency, emphasis on the non-existence of the helping hand, and all the other characteristics previous superheroes were meant to offer.

and just as the sculptor sculpts his immaculate portrait of his inner self in his work, superheroes were created, just to be destroyed and reformulated by the same or another sculptor to fit the times and people's trust, hopes, dreams and fears, or as bob dylan said "coz the times they are changing"

I am the world

2009-10-12T17:30:00.000-07:00

I am the world say it outloud loud and proud ... untill your voice dies out
swallowed by the emptiness ... the void ... the darkness that is much bigger than you
say what you will .. even it were said a million times before .. you might be .... just another attention whore

If it were true ... no one but you ... in your own mind .. your own feelings ...your fun ride and your time .. you will be subdued

Dance as you will ... Dance till your feet hurt and your body aches ... Dance it all away ... with everyone you may think of in a neverending party of self indulgence ... the possibilities seem endless ... they may seem so

But you will never know

C'mon take a ride with me ... on the freeway to your heart fealt dreams ... seeking out the sweetness out of the apple dangling down from the tree

It all Seems ... It all Seems ... just Seems for a second so real

Cry ... jump ... smile and take another picture of a moment of your life ... hold it in your hand and remines ... to a time long gone ... when you had everyone .. but yourself

upon the fractured pavement and the worn out roads ... we explore ... time and again .. for the sake of women and men ... to occupy the space which we unknowingly received ... conceived ,,, yet believed to be nothing but a road by some

None ..None I hear you scream .. as murmurs fill the empty stage waiting for entertainment... stronger feelings of happiness and rage ... on the roller coaster fueled by the adrenalin sea

Take a ride with me ... from here to eternity ... and we shall not stop ... unless you say ... how fun it was today

2009-09-09T02:35:00.000-07:00

I c

I c no reason y

U should try

I c no reason y

U would cry

I c

I c me

4 me … U c

I c

It’s me

So Sit now

So Stay

& Never Go Away

U C

desperate potatoes fry easier

2009-07-29T10:59:00.000-07:00

A thousand pictures stacked up as a house of cards
offering shade from the blistering sun
yet melting whenever it rains

You see ... the sky is expressive ... much more than i would ever wish to be

I may have words ... thoughts and dreams

but how good is it if i cannot see

Every night i glide from one day to the other ... like a stone rolling across the street
as the birds watch me curiously ... from far up high
How i wish those special people hadn't died
maybe then i'd have a different sky

What is it i have done i wonder ... to not be able to really decide
make up my mind
or perhaps have my life on rewind
so you'd be back in my life

instead of being alone

why does the computer keep looking me in the eye?

2009-07-22T02:57:00.001-07:00

Jenny the perverted narcistic empirialist neo liberal fly

2009-07-22T02:15:00.000-07:00

Jenny the fly
sucks on its own eyes
... day and night
... day and night

Jenny ... Jenny ... Jenny the fly
doesn't like people's poop
unlike other schools ... she prefers the flowers

Jenny the fly
Sucks on its own eyes
... day and night
Oh My

Jenny the fly
prefers to jump not fly
prefers to go out at night
and make friends with the owl... the cockroach and the dust mite

Jenny .... Jenny ... it's Jenny the fly

Jenny has died!

Sometime ... anytime

2009-02-10T02:04:00.000-08:00

A little kid with a rope and a stick tied at its end
spinning and spinning round himself

time flies before his eyes but he can barely recognize
the shadow of the passing moment as it robs him from inside

It's been sometime .... since i truly spoke my mind
It's been sometime .... since i truly saw the light

It's been there waiting ... hanging upside down from the ceiling
doing nothing for the whole morning
So have i ... upon a couch ... watching it
and thinking it should make better use of its time

It's been sometime ... since i made any sense at all
It's been sometime ... since i got a happy call

She's been there hoping ... with a glassful of Tea and Milk
dipping her bread sticks and listening to the wind
or maybe the noisy street ... and the young neighbor's new car
the kids coming back from school, and the others who haven't gone at all

It's been sometime ... since i last felt at home
It's been sometime ... since i sang with a merry tone

They sit and wait ... for him to stop his yakking, his nonsense, and endless babbling
wishing for him to see .... or maybe mention them at all
all seems but noise when waiting ... sound lacks protocol
i have witnessed them waste their lives for a single sound ... to come

It's been sometime ... hasn't it ... but time can come
Time can fly ... but leaves the trails behind

شوربة حلو و حامض Sweet and Sour Soup

2008-12-01T08:26:00.000-08:00

What if we shared it all ...
our hours of heart ache ... heartbreak and despair
our moments of joy happiness and welfare

Poured it in a huge bowl like the witches of old times
Stripped of our complexes and childhood traumas and danced nude around the fire
as it all burned down
as we fall to our knees feeling empty and numb

Such aroma ... Such storms arising from the pot

stirring ... and stirring ... forever ... our stew of feelings

Social Noise ... Broken mirror

2008-10-12T13:04:00.000-07:00

a shiny embelem of Mercedes resting upon the hood of a cheap italian car
an appearance challenged lady or late years convinced she looks like a movie star
a penniless man claiming to have rejected fortunes for a noble cause
a messy unorganized person believing he has an obssesion with organization
a lazy irresponsible person claiming to have the highest standards

is it one's aspiration ... or one's fractured self image
is it one's lie or maybe defense

whatever it is .... it's a noisy tune

1984

2008-09-19T16:19:00.000-07:00

I just read on MSN Newscast that "Computers are getting smarter" and that now they have cognitive abilities to comprehend sntences and what they really mean ... which could be very useful for search engines to figure out what you're looking for in a more intelligent manner, like for instance if you're looking for "Cancer" the disease, it will be able to figure out the context whether it is the zodiac sign or what you're really looking for...this sounds all good, however...what concerns me more ..is privacy issues here, and whether i would like me Blog understood by a senseless machine, controlled by the "all seeing eye" of whoever wants the world to run the way they want it to.... I remember the simpler days when the web was more liberal and people with social and communication problems hid behind their 14in screens voicing out their cries for recognition, who knows maybe their cries will be surprisingly answered by unexpected parties ... maybe a knock on the door will follow ... it's a scary world we live in and it's getting scarier with the moment ... but hey ... we have technology on our side ... or do we

Big Bang!

2008-09-13T14:00:00.000-07:00

Forever it seems so slow ... i don't know .. how faster can it be
The realization of the truth behind your memories
The unspoken realities
The hidDeN tRAGEdies
And mY fAkE Identity

Back to the time of high-school ... how sharper can it be
The perfect gang ... The perfect clOwns .. The WaSted years
Cut and bLeed it all out ... the pUSs and GUNk of time
The fake conCePtions ..the faKe smiles
The geEk with the lUNch pack watchinG sileNtly

The EchOes in The dungeons .. where the mermaid lost her voice
Lost in an ocean of tears .. Since the sorry day we met
DrEssed in RaGs of WooL n sPines .. Lit on fIre .. LefT to Die

In AmiDst My TwistEd MinD ... a red ball rests
beside a broken bench where a young boy sits
hearing the whispers across the wall
PromiSing SadNess aNd ParTed SouLs

purple sweater

2008-09-07T03:24:00.000-07:00

he was lost again ... in the new age consumer jungle called spence and fence, that multi storey convenient store with 1000 windows all made of cold dead glass, he had no time though to consider his position, he wasn't there to shop, he was there looking for something, he had looked for it everywhere but failed to find it, until he was led here, was it his instinct or his understanding, or maybe a mix of both, he didn't know and didn't care, he dragged his feeet heavily across the hard ceramic floor as it reflected the sinister presence of his ungroomed, caveman like self, he didn't care what people thought of his looks, as he was the only one to know the significance and background of its develpment, he walked slowly down the isles, not looking at any sheleves or rack, occassionaly spreading his fray hands to touch the fabrics of come dresses and coats as he passed them, he didn't seem like he was enjoying his time, and how could he, after all he had gone through, his face was that of someone who hadn't slept for weeks, nor shaved either, he reeked of a pungent repulsive body odor, and his clothes could very much be considered stray woven bags torn apart and knotted on the side of the shoulder to become the garment he hoped for, none of that seemed to matter to him, he was the least bit bothered by the disgusted stares, the pitiful stares, sometimes the awes and shrieks as he dragged his torn up shoes through the complex, 10 minutes passed, and he grew more anxious, he started moving quicker, hurriedly switching lanes and moving around as if he knew exactly what and where it is he was seeking, but then he would stop abruptly, turn around and move in the opposite direction, the store manager got concerned and dialled the mall security, the man noticed but didn't seemed to bother at all as he gave the manager a careless look of resentment and fearlessness, he kept moving untill he approached a mirror where a woman was standing, and laying out dresses on her waist and posing to check them out, he looked at her with contempt and pushed her, and she fell on the floor in panic, he looked at the mirror, not with interest or amusement, but with contempt, he didn't move or flinch, and kept standing there, untill the store security ran towards him, attempting to grab him, when he lifted all his arms while letting out a horrifying scream, that of a hundred tortured souls, and 100 screeching cars, and he let his heavy arms fall violently against the mirror surface and shattering it into a million pieces, some scared him and he bled, but just as all the shards settled either on the floor or on himself, he was silent again

cold breathless consciousness

2008-09-07T03:13:00.000-07:00

There once was a girl named sunshine...
She glittered in the hearts and minds of everyone
There once was a girl named sunshine...
And everybody smiled when they saw her come
There once was a girl named sunshine...
She glittered in the hearts and minds of everyone
There once was a girl named sunshine...
And everybody smiled when they saw her come
There once was a girl named sunshine...
She glittered in the hearts and minds of everyone
There once was a girl named sunshine...
And everybody smiled when they saw her come
There once was a girl named sunshine...
She glittered in the hearts and minds of everyone
There once was a girl named sunshine...
And everybody smiled when they saw her come
There once was a girl named sunshine...
She glittered in the hearts and minds of everyone
There once was a girl named sunshine...
And everybody smiled when they saw her come
There once was a girl named sunshine...
She glittered in the hearts and minds of everyone
There once was a girl named sunshine...
And everybody smiled when they saw her come
Everybody smiles when she glitters like the sun
Everybody shines when they see her come
Everybody and Everyone
Know Sunshine

أولة حب و سو ماتش

2008-08-15T02:57:00.000-07:00

أنا قاعد اتفرج على فلم في روتانا اسمه أولى حب باين أو حاجة كدة و بعد ربع ساعة ماقدرتش امسك نفسي بصراحة كان لازم أقول حاجة لأي حد ، مش مصدق التهييس الغير طبيعي ده، يعني الظواهر الغريبة اللي في الفيلم ده يمكن تفسيرها عن طريق كذا تفسير: أولهم غنهم اخترعوا اخيرا ممثلين بيشتغلو بالزمبلك و مخترمين أوي بحيث محدش بيقاطع حد كل واحد بيتكلم في دوره و غير كدة في اختراع مدهش تاني و هو الحبوب المعجزة اللي خلت الطفل الرضيع يقدر يمسك القلم و يكتب سيناريو بالشكل ده ، حاجة خرافية والله بس هو طبعا الطفل كتب الحوارات ما بين الناس بشكل غير طبيعي و متفبرك إلى أقصى درجة يعني بيتهايئلي لو في ناس بيتكلمو زي الفيلم كدة كانوا بقو مكسرين من كتر الضرب أو في مستشفى المجانين، وطبعا لازم ما بين أجزاء الفيلم الإعلانات الجامدة قوي زي سو ماتش ده اللي يجيب النقطة ..... و بالتأكيد إختيار ممثل نابغ و مشعر و صوته مقرف إلى أقصى الدرجات كان إختيار بيندمج مع جو الفيلم المعفن اللي يحرق الدم ، خسارة القصة كان ممكن تبقى كويسة بس تقول ايه بقة

Just water in a glass

2008-08-02T00:23:00.000-07:00

melting into a zillion colors of dancing rainbows i tasted the bitterness of loss
lurking scents across the vines and bushes of stability pursued violently by the hounds of self loathing

dancing flowers of fading colors and dizzy bees worn out from the rat race
green leaves upon swinging trees as the winds grow stronger

I may never know what i should've known before i do know the truth
I may never be what i should've been before i become the person i am
I may never see what i should've seen before i see it all
I may never believe what i should've believed before it all comes crashing down

Antoine the painter sits in the corner eyeing his pitifull creation of the manifestation of his failure
Julie the dancer trots like a gazelle across the halls with a look of determination
Antoine and Julie
Julie and Antoine
All Human, Leaning at the same window pane, not seeing one another
Breathing heavily, Antoine falls as Julie leeps in joy

It is the justice you can never understand
It's the life you can never grasp
It's just ....water in a glass

i want to grow up to be a consumer

2008-06-11T15:12:00.000-07:00

it is somehow sad what is becoming of our world today.... the 60's and 70's with all their pangs and sorrows where a creative new start with so much to offer in all areas, art, music and technology, it was a world of innovation, and dreams of becoming a fireman and becoming an astronaut oriented our lives and brought the same joy, christmas decoration gave to the tree, however as we progress deeper into the 21st century, our dreams have been diminished to want and greed, turning us into no more than consumers following orders and moving to the rhymes of the few, we have lost all free will in the pursuit of our freedom and ridicule and sinicism has become widely celebrated as our last cry of self recognition and proof of existance, as labels are put on everything and the everything is monitored and controlled, our limits were pushed further and further turning our pursuit of independence into a pursuit for the bizzarre, the quick and the uncanny, as we sit upon the sofa idlely watching the world become what some of us wish it to be.

I am neither an advocate of right nor left, nor of fundamentalists or liberals, i do not know what we should do to make the world a better place, i also have my prejudices and my flaws, but i do know it's not working this way, and it's heading towards the edge of a deep crevice, signs are appearing everywhere reminding us of how ignorant and self centered our decisions were, regarding the environment, and the community, and world wars and death is only becoming a statistic in the 9 o clock news, told by poker faced or maybe pretentious news casters who care less about the death tolls they speak of than about finding the right style of shoes or hand bag.

There are signs and there are messages and messengers, but now that i've grown up i've come to know better than believe one side of any story, either way, i would never know.

We're not preparing our kids to inherit the earth but we've already inherited it from them, if they have no voice or recollection of what is theirs then we might as well just sabotage it for ourselves, as long as no youth fountain is discovered, we'll only get to live for so long.

There is something, there definitely is, i can't pin point it, but all my instincts amd senses are on alert just as all governments are declaring a state of emergency.

أكلة مصرية

2008-05-28T03:23:00.000-07:00

يا ريت كل حاجة حلوة زي الملوخية
مع حبت صلصة و بصلة و رز و يبقى كله مية مية
و كل اللي طالع و نازل عالسلالم يتجنجنن عالتقلية

و حتتين بتلو سايحين و متسبكين و متودبين و في وسط الصلصة قاعدين
مستنيين يتشالوا و يتحطوا على الرز بالملوخية

يا حلاوتك يا ست يا رايقة يا قعدة تخرطي في الملوخية
تتفرجي على المسلسل و اللى حصل في سعاد و حسنية
و البت أوشين بتاعت البلاد الأسيوية

يا ريت كل حاجة حلوة زي الملوخية

يا حلاوة البصل المترصص و المتجعلص و عليه ورقة مكتوب عليها مية
تحته الشبت و الجرجير و البصل الأخضر الخطير اللي بيتمزمز مع الملوخية
و القوطة قاعدة في النص مستوية و متهنية

يا حلاوة الطشة و الرشة و الريحة و نفس الولية
يا حلاوة العيش البلدي و السمن البلدي و الشيش اللى مدخل نسمة صيف معدية
يا حلاوة الحلة و القلة و المفرش اللي مليان ورد و فل و يا حلاوتك يا سلطانية

لازم تتش الطشة و تلسوع الحلوين عشان تكمل الطبخة
دي حاجة مايفهمهاش الرجالة بس الولية
اللي بيقعدوا عالسلم يحكوا على رجالتهم الأونتجية

و أدي البصل بقى خمسماية بدل مية
و آدي القوطة بقت ناشفة و قوية
و آدي البتلو أختفى من عالصينية

و تقولي مية مية؟
أنتو فكرينها إيه ؟ تكية؟!!! دي ملوخية يا بشر! ملوخية!!!!!!!!!

The Carpenter

2008-05-28T03:11:00.000-07:00

Hammer away my friend... and keep hitting that nailhead as hard as you can
push it in ... deeper and deeper ...till it disappears
push it harder ... with your bigger hammer .. n get the job done

Hammer away my friend ... Hammer away

Your kids need clothes to cover their skin ...
Your kids need warm food and fresh water ...

Hammer away ...

Your Home needs warm colors and a full fridge ...
Your Wife needs comfort and a soft bed ...

Hammer away ...

Your time needs wasting in fun and sedating ways ...
Your Hair needs cutting ... your nails trimming and you need to look ok

Hammer away ...

Hammer away ...

Hammer away ...

Time moves slowly ... how faster can it go
You like to watch the news ... but you don't want to know

Hammer away

go ..going ... went .... left

2008-04-27T04:11:00.001-07:00

It is with deep regret, I approach the end, the one stop which everyone dreads
I saw myself going elsewhere when I first took this road … I was a fool
But so is everybody .. we are merely amused for moments … moments we do not own
Your worrisome eyes inspect me … I have gone astray .. from the invisible way
Nothing stays .. used to be easier to say .. when you were there
My thoughts are tainted with ink and light .. developed inside for an audience in my mind
My curtains are ragged and barely cover what my future conceals
I dream … forever .. day and night it seems .. but fail to lay back and rest
A dense truth sliced by consequence .. stale dry bread and a stolen smile
What now? I’d like to think I was lead here .. or was I? ..it doesn’t end
My reality has left

Back Pain

2008-03-31T11:10:00.000-07:00

I've got one last wish ..said the man on the chair

Stewardess .... could i get a pillow for my back please

Stop looking back ...you'll bump into something

You need to rest your back .... and take it easy

Bus Driver

2008-02-13T22:50:00.000-08:00

I've known him as a bus driver since i first learned to know
He's always on this long journey on the same long road

Friends and family crowded his bus but were always there for support
He was always driving, checking the signs and looking for the way home

With time the bus got less crowded as the man grew old
His arms no longer held on to the wheel like they should

and with time his bus became less crowded till he was all alone
many times he wished he had gotten off with his loved ones and people he had known

Now his hair is flaming white
His sight is dazed
His bus is empty
and the road is getting harder, coarser and cold

The driver is coming home

The ashtray of dreams

2008-02-03T04:53:00.000-08:00

A pearl necklace ..all connected ,, glittering in pure delight

A green landscape ..strands of grass ,,Dancing as one

Rain Drops ..falling from grey disgruntled clouds ,, racing to the ground

Colors,, Movement,, Beauty,, Demise

Ashes of a once living leaf ,, in once living being ,, in a darkened chest

Objects of no feelings ,,once alive ,,in one's brain

Dancing in the rain ...we fall in agony embracing hard reality ..just to blossom and rise ...with every sunrise ..with every newborn...with every morning ... a new destination ...a new someone is born again ...

Darkness ,,Silence ,,The Wicked ,,The Wise

Restless upon a persistant chair ,, pulling down ,,eternal rest

Crying Child,, Wasted Breath ,, With no echoes or sounds

Dry as can be upon the sands of a memory ,, i learn to embrace what i am ,, and dream of what i could be

Old Man Joe

2008-01-30T21:18:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-24T05:53:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-22T07:42:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-15T07:55:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-12T04:07:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-07T03:41:00.000-08:00

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

PASS

2007-12-25T03:25:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-17T00:01:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-16T23:27:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-15T03:45:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-14T22:20:00.000-08:00

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!

The scribe

2007-11-28T15:51:00.000-08:00

Another photo ...and another photo and yet another photo
all the same
a dark figure sitting on a chair infront of a desk in a barely lit room
writing
and writing
and writing
.... the photo doesn't tell much about what he's writing
but leaves a lot to imagine

However i can't help but think this writing is somehow related to me
thoughi can't even tell who that person is
not in one single picture do i see his face
or does he turn to me

he's all bent over the desk and writing as if spilling all his insides out
or maybe i'd just like to think so

maybe he's writing a love letter
but that can't be the case
it's too dark
and he's too focused

maybe he's working on his final exams
but there are no books or other papers..only that he's writing on

maybe it's a story
but is it just one page

unless...maybe ... it's a suicide note
the place is dark
i can barely see him
as if fading away
instead of approaching
maybe it's the final chapter of whatever he's writing
maybe it's not

i guess i'll never know

The last tick of Mr. Redemption's Watch

2007-11-21T08:41:00.000-08:00

We were sitting together in a coffee shop, chatting about some project, when a bearded ruffian walked in, he was around his thirties and was leaning on a wooden stick shiny and plain, made of reddish wood with the wood's veins smoothly glowing on its shiny surface, on top of the stick was, what seemed like a cube with ying yang engraved on every side, he ordered an espresso and sat on a stool staring at his mug, everyone had paused for a second upon noticing him, someone made a comment about his stick, i'm sure he must've heard it, but it was as if we weren't there, we continued our talk and life went on as usual....

every week we'd gather in that place and the same man would appear again, and he'd sit there sipping his espresso and lost in his own world, untill one time i was overcome with intrigue i had to talk to him, i walked up to him hesistantly, and stretched out my hand to shake his, he turned his head and looked at my hand, and said " what took you so long......." i wondered what he meant then, i was like "excuse me... you must mistake me for someone else....i'm raoul....raoul rahmy" ..he gestured with his head with the slightest of interest, while mumbling " it's just a name... another bloody name" ......

the sales man who wouldn't come down the cliff

2007-11-21T07:24:00.000-08:00

We live in a little town somewhere
...where only little stories can be told

We're born to live ...and live to grow old

There 's a hardware store in our little town ...
that sells hammers and screws

There's a new guy in town ... who used to play the blues

In our little town there's always room

So the blues man became a hardware salesman
and little by little he became part of the little town

little time passed ... untill all were awakened by an aweful sound

The salesman was upon a cliff with his saxophone in hand

He kept playing and playing ...and wouldn't come down

We called the sherif... the mayor ...we assembled the whole town

But the salesman wouldn't stop playing ...and he wouldn't come down

The stores were open ...and later they closed

But the sales man wasn't a sales man anymore

He stood there upon the cliff playing his heart away..
till he could pla no more

then he wwent back to the hardware store and just worked there a little more

a week passed and he returned to where he climbed before

and no one ...not even the entire town could stop him from playing more

and he kept on going up the cliff ...to play a little bit
untill he lost his breathe

then he sold some hardware ...and went up for more

No one understood that man ... in our little town

we have so little time ... and that's all he had in store

it's on the noose

2007-11-08T11:32:00.000-08:00

Why'd you have to do it
why did you fuckin do it!

Who asked you to be a hero But....but i thought you needed help

That was help i was getting there you fu....fu..ffff.. Are you ok? should i call someone?
Haven't you done enough?! you shortsighted fuckin
hero wannabe?! What are you talkin about man..

You killed my only hope ..... i was finally getting justice Are you on something man...what the

You won't understand....! you don't wanna understand
there's only one way out of this mess Man! put that thing down! i just saved

the show's over .... i'm turning my other cheek now

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u wanna pay me to do what? ....forget it man
as your father i'm not asking you ....i'm telling u
it's the only way out is this like some sort of ugly sexual fantasy?

it's not i can assure you!

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I hereby sentence the defendant to a life sentence in
the state penetentiary for murder of the first degree
I'm innocent ...i'm fuckin innocent u bastard

I need a coffee

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That's right just look up and take it like it is I ain't your bitch man

Down here YOU FUCKING ARE

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Now grab that whip ...yeah that one over there I ain't using that

I'm telling you Fuckin Do IT!

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only three breathes away

2007-11-08T03:12:00.001-08:00

in my darkest moments
everything collapses
everything that seemed like everything

there was still another story to be written
another song to be sung

one two three
out of innocence and into the wild

one two three
down in the lake at the edge of the forest

one two three
no more breaths to spare

one two three
the moon has embraced the sun

one two three
the day is done

one two three
a speeding carriage heading to town

one two three
winter and spring

one two three
a flower blooming inamidst the storm

one two three
........the unknown

Across the wall

2007-11-08T03:12:00.000-08:00

My name is patience ... though of which i bare none
I live in a small shack ... with a small family beneath a shadowed sun

My days have been all the same ... they've interested no one
The only attention i got was from the bugs infesting our little farm

Many Sleepless Nights have passed ...gazing at the sky
Across a tainted window pane ... which simply defines my life

A Gray fallen wall ...made out of bricks and hay
surrounds my little world ... in which i'll eventually fade

My world is small you see ... enough for a day or two
The rest of which just withers ... while looking for a spot to bloom

I've made the best of it all ... within that fallen wall
Many time i've leant against it ... and wodered if it might fall

untill that day a sparrow fell upon it ... and a brick came falling down
it fell upon the damp grass ... with a silence so profound

i approached that fallen brick with anxious yet cautious steps
it just lay there peacefully ...separated from its kin

i couldn't help but wonder if there were any more surprises that were resting there
so i grabbed ...and flung it ...towards the wall again

it split up in two ...and fell where i'd had picked it up
inside there was simply nothing ... so i hoped another try might make the change

i flung one of the pieces against the wall the again
nothing was there inside it ... and so ...i tried again

untill the smallest piece was carried by the wind
i leaned against the wall ... and wondered where the sparrow went

maybe he'll be here tomorrow ... maybe another brick shall fall again
maybe i'll live to see ..the last brick fall off the wall

or maybe ....there's no use waiting ... the wall wasn't meant to fall

Thank god for sleep

2007-08-26T14:06:00.000-07:00

we're divided from complex into simple form, standing there on an isolated beach shore looking at the waves as they break out on the bay, wondering about our petty problems, while others must have suffered far more serious turmoils than we had experienced, we laugh and cry and walk around serving a purpose we wish not ask about, just so as not to confuse ourselves too much, we limit ourselves and tie ourselves to the nearest boat and hope it takes us home, were all afraid, we're afraid of staring at the raging waters just to realize how lost and helpless we are, and once we do, eyes widen in anxiety, some of us jump out and try to battle the waves trying to get to land, others give in to fate and just lie there awaiting their inevitable demise, others paddles the waters with their hands while watching out for any sharks who may consider them ther coming dinner, but we're all essentially seeking home, we can't stand unassurance, we can't stand continuous change, our eyes are only trained to see the fastest and most complicated movements of the galaxies as the drawing of a pen, let the scientists deal with anything else, what do we care, just plant us somewhere and water us each day with what to do and how to do it and this is exactly what we'll be, we're not really so unpredictable, it all depends on what you which to do with us, but what are we? and why is there good and bad? and dark and night? and evil and good? why are there always opposites like a magnet, however unlike the magnet our opposites collide and seek to change one another for simple understanding, dominance and control, while we're essentially all the same, i don't see why i would need to fight anything other than myself, except maybe fight back for my space, for my peace of mind and beliefs, for my home and family, but why is it happening this way? why am i even asking why? what is this all leading to? is there ever any end to this continuous flow of answers?

أخبار التاسعة

2007-07-24T10:48:00.000-07:00

وردنا من مصادر موثوق فيها أن ناظر محطة مصر بميدان رمسيس بالقاهرة الأستاذ المواطن المحترم / غلبان أحمد غلبان قد صدر قرار نقله من موقعه بميدان رمسيس لزيادة التلوث فوق النسب الأدمية الى موقع جديد بالقطامية لتوفر عناصر الحياة الآدمية حيث وجد فريق من العلماء أن الأستاذ غلبان قد تأذى بدرجة كبيرة من التلوث مما قد يؤثر بشكل سلبي على إقتصاد مصر حيث نعلم جميعا أن الموارد البشرية هي الأولية الأولى لجميع الأمم و قد حضر عملية النقل جميع وكالات الأخبار و كبار شخصيات المجتمع من الفنانين و رجال و سيدات السياسة للتأكد من عدم تأذي الأستاذ غلبان أثناء عملية النقل، و قد تكفلن شركة الوحش الحاصلة على التصريح الثاني لاستغلال الشعب المطحون برعاية عملية النقل و بثها على جميع القنوات الفضائية

The ticket booth of wonderland

2007-07-02T10:16:00.000-07:00

last night i dreamt a dream
i was trapped in corrdiors twirling around itself
one way lead to another
and they all lead to each other

across the walls i could see colors reflected upon the sky
across the grey fallen walls there was light
no matter how i tried to get there
i wind up ending where i stand

after considering where i am
and where i was
and where i want to me
i realized
i'm trapped inside my mind

my thoughts are the walls which bind me
but my thoughts are also the ticket out
its all a matter of choice
but what if i did seek this rainbow
isn't it still a part of my mind
and isn't the path to this rainbow paved with the same thoughts i'm trying to overcome

I'm afraid of fear itself
but i'm the engine of it all

are we not meant to be afraid
are we not meant to dread the unknown

if so.... what are the boundaries
and what if we test them
what would be the end of the journey
or would it only be a journey riding our feelings and sensations
as we wear out the little time we have left in this world

Fear
Love and Freedom are lies

and So is fear
but if it's all within me

the only ticket booth i can look forward to
is my last breath

2007-06-30T08:56:00.000-07:00

أنا أسمي سامي.........أه رويداااااااااااااااااا ياههههههههههه كانت أيام
بصراحة مفيش حاجة أقدر أقولها على الموضوع ده
أهي أيام

Rowayda

2007-06-30T08:54:00.000-07:00

أنا اسمي رويدا، عندي 30 سنة، بس حاسة كأن أيام حياتي كلها ما عدتش سنتين، دول الأيام اللي قضيتها مع سامي، قبل .....قبل ما ....آمممم قبل ما يموت، هو مات بس بالنسبة لي لكن هو
في الحقيقة متجوز و عنده ولد و بنت ، أنا متكلمتش معاه من أكتر من اتناشر سنة دلوقتي و مش عاوزة أكلمه أصلا ، هو دلوقتي مش هو، و أنا مش أنا ، أهنا الاتنين أتولدنا من ارباعتاشر سنة و
عشنا سنتين في الجنة و بعدين اتنفينا للأرض، بس أنا مش زعلانة، أنا باشكر ربنا أنه اداني السنتين دول اللي كانوا اللحظات الوحيدة في حياتي اللي حسيت فيهم بمعنى الحياة و الحب.
ناس كتير كانوا ضضنا و معارضين علاقتنا ببعض، بس اهنا فعلا ماكناش بنعمل أي حاجة خطيرة، كنا مع بعض أغلب الوقت مش أكتر، انا فاكرة لما كنت باسكت و انا مع سامي لثواني كان على طول
يسالني بأفكر في ايه كأنه حتى أفكاري ماكنش قادر يعيش من غيرها و لو لثواني، أنا فاكرة كان كل مرة يمسك ايدي و يمسح دمعتي كنت أحس أني كاملة و أني مش عاوزة أي حاجة تانية في الدنيا كلها.
ياما اتخانقنا و كنا الاتنين بنتقطع من جوة بس لما كنا بنتصلح كنا بنتولد من جديد، الغريبة أننا ماكناش محتاجين لا فلوس ولا بيت ولا عربية ولا أي حاجة كنا ساكنين في أفكار بعض و بنتنفس نبضات قلوب بعض
أنا فاكرة لما غرقنا بعض بالميه و قعدنا نضحك و لما كنا بنسأل عن أفكار بعض و مشاعر بعض و نشوف ناس و حاجات جديدة مع بعض كل يوم و حتلا لما نروح لازم نقعد نتكلم على التليفون لحد الصبح.
كل مرة كنت بقول أسم سامي كنت بحس بسعادة بسيطة مش معقدة و مفهيهاش كلام كتير ولا فلسفة و لا ماديات و كل ما كنت أسمعه بيقولي يا حبيبتي كانت روحي تترقص جويا من السعادة. أنا فاكرة كان كتير
صاحباتي بيفكروا في الجواز و الماديات و هاجات كتير كدة، أنا ماشلغش بالي أكتر من سامي، نفسه، روحه، وقته و ده كان كل اللي كنت عاوزاه منه، أنا فاكرة حته كننا نشوف الناس التانية و نضحك.
عامتان يا سيدي، هيه دي بقة قصة سامي اللي كنت عاوز تسمعها، استريحت دلوقتي

don't you wanna be happy

2007-06-28T12:58:00.000-07:00

He was a priest
HE was also a human being
When he was a kid he used to get teased by people, and had so many pranks played on him, and was the subject of so many wedgies, he can't even remember
Everyone around him was happy
except him
happiness tanslated to testing your limits, be it physical, mental or social, of which he had none
untill that one day the biggest prank in history was played on him
he thought he'd finally be happy and accepted
he thought life had finally smiled at him and was accepted in society, and now he'd be invited to every party, and spend hours on the phone with hot girls, and have exciting adventures and just be stupid and have fun
but it wasn't the case
he can still remember what it felt like standing infront of all those parents with nothing on but a pink toto
Ah! yes! those girls who talked them into it were the creme de la creme of the school, and it was nothing but a little costume party and he thought they were hot for him, and just had weird fantasies, so he rolled along
but from that moment on, his quest for happiness took a different turn
he got his happiness from getting revenge
but not revenge at those who killed him
but at anyone who looked seemingly like them
he would push them to righteousness and earn their trust
then ravish them and unleas his deepest demons upon them
OH! waht joy that brought to his sick poor heart
to him it was no different than anyone else in life
everyone sought the same thing,
happiness
it just came in different packaging
and his was different and offensie to some, but nonetheless the objective was all the same

مع السلامة يا مصر

2007-06-25T08:19:00.000-07:00

ياما وقفت على جنب في المطار باتفرج على اللي مسافر و اللي جاي، و ياما شلت شنط الغني و الغلبان، بس كنت دايما أستغرب الناس دي اللي زعلانة أنها سايبة مصر، يعني أنا بصراحة لو جتلي فرصة أطلع من المخروبة دي ما كنتش أستنيت لحظة، أما الأفلام اللي الناس دول بيعملوها عياط و نواح و أحضان و ناس زعلانة و ناس منهارة، بس عمري ما فهمت اذا كان الموضوع مضايقهم أوي كدة ما كنوش مشيوا أصلا ولا ايه ولا هوه دلع ماسخ و خلاص مش كفاية رايحين يجمعوا أكوام فلوس على قلبهم طب بيتمسكنوا ليه بقة

المهم بقة با جماعة لفت الأيام و دارت و لقيت نفسي لامم حاجتي و شادد الرحال ، صحيح أنا ياما شفت الناس اللي مسافرة و صحيح ياما أستغربتها، بس أنا دلوقتي فهمتها، نظرة أمي و هي ماسكة نفسها من العياط و منظر البوابة اللي بتضيق أكتر و تكتم على نفسي مع كل خطوة أخطوها، الناس اللي أدام مكاتب الطيران اللي ما بيعملوا أكتر من أنهم يزيدوا من غربتنا

في لحظة كل حاجة مالهاش معنى و كل حاجة مهمة و كل حاجة مش مهمة و كل حاجة قرفتني في عشتي و كل لحظة قرف و خنقة و احباط بقو حتة منيي بتتقطع و أنا سايبك يا مصر، مع السلامة يا مصر، مع السلامة

break

2007-06-23T12:35:00.000-07:00

He returns home ... to the house of wood and stone
Everything is torn down and ravished by our brutal times

The stairs upon which he watched the sky
The tree under which he cried

He anxiously ran towards that corner of the garden
where an old fence resides

Started turning the earth ... as though there's something to find
and there it was a little metal box ... which no longer shined

He cracked it open .... and there it was ... what he sought
Not a memory ... Neither was it money
Nothing precious ... To any other
Just a shard of glass

he wiped it anxiously
and it was brought back to life

it shined and glittered in the sun
and was still as sharp as it used to be
It's edges stained with a brown tint
which he knew very well

It took him a long time to come to terms with it again
but now he knew what to do
he threw it on the hard ground as he walked on to his car
and stretchedhand to open his car
as his bruised wrist revealed scars of a memory long gone by

The scribe

2007-06-13T10:38:00.000-07:00

I've heard of this man.... if he still is such
he lives on top of the highest mountain
and they say he knows of all which has happened

i've consumed all my life trying to find him
and there he was
on top of a cold dead mountain
with a beard longer than my full height
a face coarser than the mountain where he lodged
and eyes which are closed for business

I approached him and shook him a bit to see if he were awake
he turned his head slowly and looked up to me and asked me to rest beside him

i asked him where his notes were
i was seeking the truth
i wanted to know what was really going on, and what has passed

he asked me to watch for the colors
What colors? i asked
he pointed towards the land
all i saw was greenery
and he extended his hands further and pointed further towards the east
and i saw it all

colors on top of colors
the new covers the old
painting on an old ragged canvas
telling the stories of the past
and laying the foundation for the days to come
no other picture is more beautiful
no other picture is as captivating
no other story is there to be told
the canvas has weakened
as the new cleansed out the old
and the colors became all so darker
and blocked away the sunlight
all we wait for now ..... is for the artist to sign

old man

2007-06-08T02:33:00.000-07:00

I once met an old man in an old town
he had eyes that seemed like remains of a once blazing fire
and garments from a time long past
His eyes beckoned me to come forth
And so i did

He asked me to scream
and i let it all out in one blaze of hate
He asked me to cry
and i willowed in my shame and regret
He asked me to dance
and i jumped like a monkey and trotted like a steed

I had no objection ... for i had plenty of time in my pocket

But then he slapped me hard ... when i turned on him
My eyes spoke of injustice ... my hands longed to clasp his neck
I ran towards him ... and pushed him down
He fell to the floor and it seemed like the whole world shook
My Mind was set ... It was my intention to get it back
HE reached for his belt ... as i squeezed his neck
HE pulled out a dark object ... which thought was a weapon
I grabbed it and tossed it away ... and watched him give out his last breath
his eyes dilated ... as i stood up ... and looked around

My eyes caught that object ... and i approached it
it seemed like a little purse tied up at the top
i hesistantly opened it as my fingers shivered
to find a mirror all greased with blood
i wiped it off just to see
The old man staring back at me

Beauty and the Beast

2007-05-25T12:31:00.000-07:00

The world....The sky ...The Sun ... The Moon ... The Universe
All knit into a beautiful garment which warms your heart in winter
And caresses your skin with a soft sweet breeze in summer

Our Heart ... and Minds
Our thoughts and dreams
Our lives and feelings

Are the most captivating portrait in the world

Our Ego ... Our Fear
Our Weakness ... Our Greed
Our Hearts ... and Minds

Cannot help but stain the portrait of time

We Learn ... but it's never enough
We watch ... but we miss the essence of it all
We listen ... but no sound is sweeter than our own

We've broken the portrait to create a home

We're lonely ... though we're so many
We're stable ... though we change
We're carefu ... yet we lose way

We've wasted our time and ravisged our days

The symphony of life ... echoes in our mind
The light of dawn ... and the returning sunshine
The morning birds ... and a gift of time

As we dance to the tunes of our evil crimes

Persistant Guilt ... and blatant openess
Consistent theories ... Chaotic divergeness
too many variables ... too little time

We are the beasts of ancient times

Dead n Breathin

2007-05-15T09:29:00.000-07:00

I'm old .... older than time itself
I've provided all i got and still provide

I've fed you ... held you and sheltered you from harm
I've loved you ... protected you and kept you warm

I've stayed for you when everyone else left home
Even when i was ravished by others ... i was still your own

I've died in your arms ... as you thought you had awakened
I've watched you realize you were only dreaming

I am your ancient land
I am your mother
I am your water
I am your sky
You have watched me suffer
You have watched me die

and here i am lying in your arms
Dead but still breathing

Swimming with the chicken of the Sea

2007-05-14T07:05:00.000-07:00

I'm Shokry the Wannabe
I like to sit in the afternoon on the front porch for tea
I'm a pretentious stuck up nobody
I'm swimming with the chicken of the sea

1 and a 2 and a 3 ...c'mon jump with me
lose those annoying calories
We have to conform to the universal image
We have to swim with the chicken of the sea

Today i changed the font size on a report no one will ever read
I'm labeled as productive george around an office of geeks
work is fun when you set yourself free
and swim with the chicken of the sea

White wine goes with fish and red wine goes with beef
I only visit gourmet restaurants where they tell me "bon appetit"
What can i say i appreciate good food and service
Just as i swim with the chicken of the sea

My boss is the greatest man..who sticks it to me whenever he cans
I tell him he's my ideal model in humanity
and i carry his groceries home for him and take his kids to the nursery
I'm swimming with the chicken of the sea

Door in the desert

2007-05-10T16:19:00.000-07:00

what it takes.... what it leaves behind

2007-05-03T05:17:00.000-07:00

i saw a tree in a garden .... surrounded by dry yellow sands
It wasn't it's determination to survive which caught my attention
Nor was the fact ...that it was still alive

But there was a black hose right beside it, from which little drops of water flowed
It was being kept alive intentionaly
maybe to look pretty
maybe to provide shade
or maybe for its fruit
But it was still alive in lifeless conditions under some one's watch

We make sacrifices every day...
We accept and tolerate ... to stay alive
in a confinement of the soul ...our bodies continue to survive
under controlled conditions out of our reach

How important is it ...the location where this tree grows?
How crucial is it for the tree to seek a momentariyl moment of existance in a land which feels like home
How can dirt be of such importance
and how can a little drop of water push us into our spiritual prison?

Come sit in the shade

Dogs!

2007-05-02T15:04:00.000-07:00

Dogs do not bark because they're powerful it's because they're afraid, and it is such fear that causes them to express themselves with such a primitive method of communication

Dogs maybe man's best friend , but there's a reason why Rabid dogs are shot down....

A dedication to some anonymous reader with the signature Hatem Badr

Age of humility

2007-04-16T01:05:00.000-07:00

he waits with hopeful eyes as he anxiously observes the plastic clock on the wall
she moves closer to the mirror looking at her masscara filled eyes, and powdered cheeks

they stood in the club in a circle cracking jokes about other people, as they experimented with their personality and gave it its test run

he lies on the pavement drapped in ragged bags made of straw trying to keep warm, as cars speed by with their headlights strong and hard bouncing off every wall

he stood there lonely, afraid and confused with his black heavy garment, trying to convince those far more fortunate and richer than him to move in the direction he tells them to but at no avail, he stood beside the traffic light, which didn't suppport his direction, actually weakened it

they rushed towards the beginning of the que and whispered to the guard that they'll give him all the money he wants but let them pass as the rest of the crowd furiously screamed and yelled in anger, the guard took the money and let the guy pass as the rest of the crowd frowned and yelled at him for doing so

speechless ghosts

2007-04-02T00:58:00.000-07:00

I am the father of my sin .... the priest of my dead conscience
I stand upon a hollow grave .... eyeing moments which lay breathless
A dry yellow leaf ........falls upon the headstoneA sigh of deep relief ...cutting through the silence
I could hear their blistered cries .... echoing in the darkness
They once adorned the sky .... of a mind forever restless
The wind slaps us hard .... as if with cold bitter venganceA new day is born .... begging for repentance
The grass wears cloaks of tears ....a shield from the ruthless winter
No flowers shall ever grow ... on the edges of this accursed sepulcar
The stone reads silence .... blind, deaf and speechlessno one shall speak their name .... as memories are simply nameless

It doesn't work that way!

2007-04-01T07:06:00.000-07:00

sometimes you build something you're very proud of, something you put your heart and mind to, something that makes a lot of difference to you, something that changes your perspective and gets you to see life rosie and pleasant....... but sometimes people don't share your point of view, i tried considering what could be the motives of those who flame out at strangers after reading their blogs, and i came up with the following:

1. You've somehow offended them with your writing in a way which cannot be restrained, maybe stressed on a deeply instilled personal complex

2. They seek to validate their existance by attempting to belittle other people's achievements and contributions

3. They're underappreicated and so they seek an outlet so as to re-channel all the negative energy to someone else

4. They have anger problems due to whatever reasons

...there could be so many different reasons which probably seem reasonable and logical to those aggressors, reasons which i don't appreciate....but understand

The truthful sound of egyptian thunder

2007-03-13T11:43:00.000-07:00

I have never imagined there was one with such spirit, courage and grasp on words as i had found out today in Sheikh Imam, that was the first time i hear his songs, and i have to say that one called Anadeekom "I beckon you" brought me to tears, it goes as follows:

I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you .... I kiss the ground beneath your shoes and i sacrifice myself to you .... and I grant you the light in my eyes .... and all my heart i give you ... for the tragedy in which i live is my share of your tragedies

I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you .... I kiss the ground beneath your shoes and i sacrifice myself to you .... and I grant you the light in my eyes .... and all my heart i give you ... for the tragedy in which i live is my share of your tragedies

I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you
I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you

I have not let my country down... nor have i lowered my shoulders... i stood against my opressors... an orphan .... naked and barefooted
I have not let my country down... nor have i lowered my shoulders... i stood against my opressors... an orphan .... naked and barefooted

I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you
I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you

I have not let my country down... nor have i lowered my shoulders... i stood against my opressors... an orphan .... naked and barefooted
I have not let my country down... nor have i lowered my shoulders... i stood against my opressors... an orphan .... naked and barefooted

Held my blood in my palm ... and never did i lower my flag
Held my blood in my palm ... and never did i lower my flag

and i maintained that pasture beneath which my ancestors lay

I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you I'm calling you .... I'm calling you .... I beckon you

The strange Salah Jahin

2007-03-13T04:06:00.000-07:00

إنسان أيا إنسان ما أجهلكما أتفهك في الكون و ما أضألك شمس وقمر وسدوم وملايين نجوم و فاكرها ياموهوم مخلوقه لك!! عجبي !!
Ah! you human being! how ignorant you are! How trivial you are compared to the universe! Sun, Moon, and millions of stars, and you dis-illusioned fool! think it was all created for you!
Strange!

يا طير يا عالي في الســما طظ فيك ما تفتكرشي ربنا مصطــفيك برضــك بتاكل دود وللطين تعود تمــص فيه ياحلو .. و مص فيك !! عجبي !!
Yo! Bird....High up in the sky! ain't nutin! don't think god has set you apart! you still suck on worms, and to the ground you'll return so the worms could suck on you, wise guy! Strange

مرغم عليك يا صبح مغصوب يا ليللا دخلتها برجليا ولا كان لى ميل شايلنى شيل دخلت أنا فى الحياةوبكرة هاخرج منها شايلنى شيل عجبى !!!!!
I'm just swallowing the Day ... Baring the Night... I didn't enter it with my own will... neither did i prefer it... I entered hawled in, and i'll exit hawled out! Strange!

دخل الربيع يضحك لقانى حزين نده الربيع على اسمى لما قلت مين؟حط الربيع أزهاره جنبى وراحوإيش تعمل الأزهار للميتين؟عجبى !!!!!
The spring has come to find me sad.... he called out to me... and i asked who needs to know...so he layed his flowers beside me and left.... but what good are flowers to the dead! Strange!

nothingness

2007-03-12T13:48:00.000-07:00

what if sunrise fell in love with sunset?

would there be a day?

What if sunrise walked away?

What if sunset changed?

How can an end meet with the beginning?

except if it were a circle, but then a circle is endless, life isn't

it's all too confusing ... i have a bad cold and i need to go to sleep

Doors and Windows

2007-03-11T22:25:00.000-07:00

Lonely
But real

if there was a window
you may have seen

if there was a door
i wouldn't be lonely

Only me!

أنا ما حبش لا السياسة ولا فتة الكوارع (اديها اتش في الكلتش) ا

2007-03-01T00:01:00.000-08:00

أنا مش بتاع سياسة ولا كلام كتير
كل همي المرتب اللي أول ما ييجي يطير

أنا مش بتاع مظاهرات و لا معارضة و منشورات
أنا بتاع اللمبي ، هنيدي و بورات

ما تقلب تضرب أنا مالي ..كبر دماغك تعيش
الحرامي حيفضل حرامي و الفساد ما بيختشيش

اديها اتش في الكلتش و ارقص في على المدرجات
الحكم الشرير سبب القرف نديله بالروصيات

روش عربيتك تعيش مع المزز و الحشيش
ادي الدنيا صرمة واللي مش عاجبه ما يلزمنيش

اديها اتش في الكلتش و برشت على ميدو القليط
هي الدنيا كدة الحرامي بيخلف عبيط

اوعى تعزي الغلابة اللي عيالهم غرقوا في الغويط
بسذاجتهم كانوا فاكرين الفساد ما بيعرفش يعوم في البحر الكبير

Everbody say Tozz

2007-02-28T22:47:00.000-08:00

طز فيكي يا دنيا
طز في غباوتك و بلاويكي
طز فيكي يا دنيا
نفسي يوم أوريكي
طز فيكو يا ناس
طز في غباوتكو
طز في نصاحتكو
طز في تناحتكو
و طز في أغانيكم
طز في بلدكم و حضارة جيتو لقيتوها عالجاهز
طز في خيبتكم الي أختوها رهن بس ما رجعتوش الأزايز
طز في أياكم اللي كل يوم أسود من اللي قبليها
طز في أفكاركو و أرأكو و بلاويها
طز في أحلامكم و أبنائكم و كل بني أدم تعرفوه
طز في كل اللي سمعتموه ، شفتوه أو اتعلمتوه
طز فيكو يا غجر يا لمامة الشوارع و الحارات
طز فيكو يا بشر يا وساخة الرجال و السيدات
طز فيك يا مسحراتي و طز فيك يا صرماتي
طز فيك يا بتاع الكبدة و طز فيك يا عجلاتي
طز فيك يا دكتور يا كحيان يا غلبان بابو فانلة مقطوعة و قبقاب
طز فيك يا مرا يا حامل يالي بتجري على بيتك في وسط هباب الأوتوبيسات
طز فيك يا واد يا سارح بمناديل و سكسونيا
طز فيكي يا عانس يللي ما دخلتيش دنيا
طز فيك يا مظلوم ياللي قلبك اتحرق بالكيروسين
طز فيك يا بتاع اللوري عاوز تشتغل و تعيش بس على مين
طز فيك يا ميدان محطة مصر و يا رمسيس يا طويل يا أهبل
طز فيك يا عرابي اهنا حطيناك في وسط القرف تتبهدل
طز فيك يا بياع عالرصيف و طز في البلدية الي سرقتك عشان تعيش
طز فيك يا واد يا بتاع حقوق الأنسان و طز فيك يا شاويش
طز فيكو يا محاكم و طز في الصحافة و الكلام الكتير
طز فيكو يا شعب نخبطو يمشي زي الحمير
طز فيكي يا بلد انتي تكيتي مش اكتر ولا أققل
طز فيكو يا شعب يا متمرمط يا ابن الكلب

Supertramp rings through

2007-02-01T13:22:00.000-08:00

When i was young ...it seemed like life was so wonderful...... oh it was beautiful....magical
And all the birds in the trees they'd be singing so happily..oh joyfuly...oh playfully ...watching me
And then they showed me the world ...that i could be dependable...oh critical ... responsible ...cynical

Once upon a time in Sahloul Land

2007-01-31T22:29:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time, there lived creatures called the Sahlouls, they were the decedandants of several ancient civilizations and travellers who had crossed their land, the Shalouls, were very peacful people, and they only wanted to eat, drink, sleep and live in peace while singing their song "We are the Sahlouls ....do to us what you please...........we are the sahlouls ........we want to live in peace"...and so the Sahlouls were governed by several rulers for many thousands of years, and incidently all those rulers shared one common thing, they shared this song "We are the Sahloul Masters....We'll do to them what we please .......We'll use them to our advantage.... and give them misery"

The Sahlouls never objected to any of their rulers, untill one of the Sahlouls got really fed up and led all the Sahlouls into believeing they were empowered and should take control of their own destiny, and they all stood with him against the evil Sahloul master, but surprisingly that new visionary Sahloul, Became a master Sahloul himself, and started singing the same song "We are the Sahloul Masters....We'll do to them what we please .......We'll use them to our advantage.... and give them misery"

This new change triggered absolutely no difference to the Sahlouls misery, they remained miserable and used under the cruel Master Sahloul's Rulings, and one master after the other the sahlouls suffered waiting for new hope, currently their latest Sahloul Master is uneducated, untrained, but just knows the song "We are the Sahloul Masters....We'll do to them what we please .......We'll use them to our advantage.... and give them misery"

The Sahloul college professors analyzed for years and years, was it the Sahlouls'songs which made their master sing his, or was it the Sahloul Land that opened his eyes to such exploitational opportunities, what was the corelation and what was the cause of which.

The current Sahloul Master's strategy is usually as follows, he shouts whenever something goes wrong, and smiles whenever a foreign sahloul comes to the Sahlolia (The COuntry) , that has been basically his strategy since ruling Sahlolia, he also has some advisors referred to as the Wealouls which are a cross between weasels and Sahlouls, specifically bred to serve the purposes of the Master Sahloul (or at least seem to do so) and also Serve the purposes of the Sahlouls themselves (or at least seem to do so)

One day the Wealoul went to the MAster Sahloul alarmed and told him "Master ....Master.....your son wishes to have an appartment in the country but they're all taken because of the cheap prices" The Master Sahloul is Furious "Well! Raise the prices of raw material, so that houses would become more expensive and my son would get all the appartments he wants".... a couple of months later ..... the Wealoul goes to the master alarmed"Master Master ..... according to our statistics and due to your wisdom...the number of marriages have decreased and so we may look at the end of the population explosion" Master Sahloul was very happy ... a couple of years later ... the Sahloul's Chief Police Officer came alarmed to the Master "MAster ....Master .... The Sahlouls have gine crazy....there are crimes everywhere and mass rape in the streets of women..." Master Sahloul started scratching his head trying to summon the intelligence from the lice living in his wig but at no avail ... and then he reaches a brilliant conclusion "Chief Police Sahloul I want you to arrest all the angry and rapist people and put them in cold cells with no windows and have big ugly guys rape them and humiliate them day and night...that will fix the problem"....1 year later the Wealoul arrives worried and anxiously told the Master Wealoul "Master ....Master ... there has been bombing and people killed by the people you have ordered us to put in cells and rape" Master Wealoul reached again for his lice to summon some intelligence and told the Wealoul..."I want you to put plants along the road to the explosion, and clean it properly for all the foreign visitors, and i want you to arrest everyone living close to the explosion and to rape them and humiliate them all...but start with the elderly first".....One YEar Later Master Sahloul Finds his Wealoul coming to him hurriedly "Master Sahloul >aster Sahloul ..............there have been three explosions ..... what can we do ...what can we do"Master Sahloul Stood Up Quicly Reached for his wig, and Yealled at the Wealoul "SUmmon my hairdresser immediately and my manicurist and put plants along the road and clean it all the way to explosion, i will have to call a meeting quickly with a lot of important people ... hmmmm let's call it a peace conference"....after the meeting the Master Sahloul is cornered into siding with the wrong people ...which causes more violence..... now i want you to tell me which do you think is the right course of action to fix the sahlouls life:

1. Replace the Lice on the Master Sahloul's Wig with more intelligent lice
2. Replace the Wig of the Master Sahloul
3. Replace the Wealouls
4. Leave Sahloulia to the Master Sahloul to live there alone
5. Continue being angry and getting raped by the Master Sahloul's minions
6. The Sahlouls should change their song
7. The Master Sahlouls should change his song
8. ......i'm all out of ideas here

(untitled)

2007-01-24T23:45:00.000-08:00

The world and all there is

The people and who they are

Have changed!

The lighter side of life

2007-01-23T02:45:00.000-08:00

Hey! there stranger whoever you are
you're not too close but you sure ain't far
I've got a little tip for you which you'll thank me for
forget it all...and take a walk with me on the lighter side of life

We'll laugh and sing to our heart's content
We'll jump and play and just get wet

We'll have pizza for breakfast.. and icecream all day
We'll meet new people and perform on stage

We'll go on a trip with whomever you like
We'll joke and laugh and sleep outside
We'll take our chances and test our luck
We'll get really stupid take off our tops

Let's take a walk on the lighter side of life

We'll buy ourselves gifts and then act surprised
We'll pretend we've got everything that money can't buy

We'll sing in the bathroom and imagine we're stars

We'll paste wings on and pretend to fly

We'll sell our laughter to buy some time

We'll sell our time to buy some smiles

We'll be walking on the lighter side of life

Come one now...walk with me
so gracefully
under the rain and beneath the tree
we'll dance all night joyfully
to the tunes of my
....light melody

selling airfresheners on the sidewalk

2007-01-22T11:28:00.000-08:00

Hi! there, my name is side-walk joey... that's just my name
I sell magic air fresheners in aerosol cans... that's my game

My products are popular in a lot of tense areas around the globe
whenever tension fills the air... it's were my air freshsener goes

it's quick...painless...kills all germs and smoke
It comes in pine...lavendar...and old solid oak

I don't car for complaints ...some people don't want the sidewalk guy making it big
I got an A grade product here...... it ain't my fault if you don't dig

It was tested and validated in Vietnam, Kuwait, Iraq and Sudan
The tests were witnessed by every woman child and man who can understand

I'm joey .... the sidewalk man... i'm here to make a deal ... i hope you understand

The match begins

2007-01-16T07:37:00.000-08:00

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand both teams are rallying up their fans in preparation fo the match as the world waits with burning anticipation.

The Irani team send Najadi out to Venzeuela on the opponent's court to rally up fans and sends his guys to Saudi to ensure the Irani defense will not be breached any closer then they thought , and the US quickly resposnds by Sending their attacker Miss rice to Egypt, Saudi and Kuwait to rally fans their in response.

An as the israelis are eating their corn dogs with one hand and Sending SMS messages to Bush with the other about the game plan, Najadi is playing the american media game, while trying to show up on every show in every language possible to grab the audience's attention to his planned moves and game tactics.

The US respond to NAjadi's move by finally releasing the new american military plan in Iraq in all cinemas and DVD stores near you.

And as all the audience are awaiting the whistle.............. no one knows why the game is going on,.... but its a sunday ...and what can be more fun than seeing Wars, Invasions and Innocent people murdered on TV, this is the US's latest invention, no need for effects, no need for gizmos, why pay so much money for creating fake action, when we can spend almost the same money and see it live!....those middle easteners and their lives are worth to their governments less than that of an extra on any of the movies, s why don't we just pay them and have their people take part in our beautiful, magnificently thrilling creation

.....Let's all watch..... It's gonna be so much fun this time

places i've been to lately

2007-01-10T07:11:00.000-08:00

A glimpse at the sky's wardrobe

2006-12-29T08:08:00.000-08:00

2006-12-29T08:06:00.000-08:00

couple of interesting pictures i took on the road (those are real signs)

1. It's a road sign pointing right to a village called "The people's ovaries"

2. A sign saying "The end of the earth (land)" earth and land are the same word in arabic

10 reasons why 10 people can't create 10 moments of tainted silence

2006-12-28T09:44:00.000-08:00

The Principal will see you now

2006-12-26T22:06:00.000-08:00

Dear daddy
Dear mom

I did something bad today
I did something you won't like

Please don't shout at me
I'm really scared of what's to come

The Principal made me stand for 3 hours facing the wall
and he also asked to see you

The kids in my class don't want to talk to me anymore
They say their parents asked them to stop talking to me

No-one wants to sit beside me on the bench
And the teachers are always punishing me for the smallest things

Please don't punish me mommy
Please don't shout at me
Please don't hit me

all i did was say something i didn't mean
i'll never say it again i promise

i feel the teachers are now making fun of me infront of the kids
and they're making everybody hate me

All i said was "Our Principal is like Mubarak"
I don't even know what i said wrong

2006-12-25T21:31:00.001-08:00

(Take 1 Sunshine- in conclusion)

They met as they had never planned to meet, at what seems like the end of time, or maybe just down the street, it wasn’t love, nor was it hate, it wasn’t longing or another hot debate, it wasn’t about being together, or being apart, it was about being human and having a brand new start.

A look of amazement lit up the man’s face, as he unveiled the lady’s face, he didn’t feel any love towards her, nor did he feel hate, he didn’t go crazy, he didn’t think of rape, a look of wonder filled his face, as he noticed how hers was the almost the same, eyes, ears, mouth nose and cheeks, she was human beneath that veil, she had an identity, she had a face, she was ecstatic with happiness to be finally recognized, to be simply seen, she didn’t have her face painted, nor did she have an angel’s face, she was as normal as any other human, as simple as can be and as plain.

She sighed in relief, I’m alive again, I’m reborn, at the responsible hands of a man who cares, at the hand of a man who doesn’t care, I’ve waited for so long, and now is my time, as the sun rises, and shines, through the dark clouds that have veiled my entire life.

(Take 2 Sunset – in conclusion)

She gasped for breath as she ran through the seemingly endless dessert, dead, and yellow, and toasted by the sun, her face was burnt by the soaring sun, as they continued to chase her to her demise.
As they followed they reached in their hearts for their inner selves to withdraw flaming hot coals glowing with fire, and flung it towards her, one of the coals, brushed beside her left leg, burning through her cloak and scarring her legs, as the men sighed in dissatisfaction and yelled out “Hit the Right Leg for God’s Sake!”

She continued to run, as one fireball burned her following the next, her outer dark garments were all burnt off one after the other, until she paused for one second, looked at herself and became aware of her nudity, and scarred body, she stopped!

Turned around with a look of hatred, pain and vengeful piercing eyes towards her tormenters, as they covered their eyes with their hands and peeked at her through the creeks between their fingers watching attentively, whilst cursing at the woman to cover herself! She approached them slowly, as little drops of blood slowly dripped down her naked burnt body, she had a solemn look, she was determined, and they were uncertain, she was closer and their feet fell backwards, instinctively they turned around and ran, and she stood their, all burnt naked and angry, and watched them run.

(Take 3 Night – in conclusion)

The night has fallen!

The pact is broken!

No More Control! No more Rules! No more Right or Wrong!
It’s only dark down here!

2006-12-22T01:01:00.000-08:00

http://muntada.islamtoday.net/showthread.php?s=4c0923452cecc37b63375f142b844bf6&t=17154&page=1&pp=10

بعض الأسباب لما شعرت بالرغبة في كسر شيئ ما بعض قراءة القصة المذكورة في الرابط

أعتقد أنه حان الوقت أن نتخطى الأطار الذهني الذي يتخيل أن باقي العالم هم بعض الأشخاص في غرفة مجاورة لا يهمهم أو يشغل بالهم شيء غير الكيد للاسلام و المسلمين و من ثما يجب علينا أن نفني حياتنا في محاربة عدو خفي

النقاب لا يمثل زي المراءة المسلمة و انما يمثل زي المراءة البدوية

النقاب لا يتيح لباقي المجتمع تحديد هوية الأشخاص و من ثم يعتبر تهديد لأمن المجتمع و وسيلة لاءخفاء الهوية لكا من تسول له نفسه

النقاب يمنع الأكل و التنفس السليم

ان معظم الذين يشاركون الكاتب اراءه كذلك يشاركون الرأي القائل أن صوت المرآة عورة فلما لم يهاجم تلك النقطة و تغاضى عنها أم آراءه في سلوك الأفراد تتفاوت وفقا لأهواءه

أعتقد أن استثمار 4 سنوات لأثبات أن بول الأبل مفيد مضيعة للوقت

Someone left the light on

2006-12-07T17:56:00.000-08:00

Whenever it starts... it has to end
whatever breaks .... never mends

a little girl with her golden pigtails...smiles at you innocently as her image becomes shadowed by the sun
a little boy jumps off a bench... then rolls over the glistering pasture laughing

The cold hard ground changes skin to embrace such youthful and merry souls

All faces turn to some time past ... before they felt beaten down and old

Soft cream upon a wafer ... family roast by the sea
a moment of wishful hope ... a moment with you and me

A little box ... a little diary ... and secrets by the sea
a helping hand.. i understand ... and a friend in need

A merry tune .. was once a dream ... came to be
A sleepless night .... filled with worry ...but crowned with victory

I hate to say it... I can not say it ... but i think it slipped

some light was left .... all the time
but now.....

Batman Begins

2006-11-30T14:39:00.000-08:00

The best of all Batman Movies, a true superhero, made of flesh and blood and a vision to not execute but to maintain.

Makes me wonder wonder on what good doing is all about, and what justice can really amount to, is it justice to impose your own perspective as the norm in life, or is there true agreement in society on certain rules that all agree to follow, but who agreed on those, the constitutions that build such systems and judicial laws have become no more than the sudoku of lawyers that wins them their summer houses and easy life.

What is justice? and can it truly be maintained by individuals? the truth is never known? judgement is never as just as we hope for it to be, never as unbiased as it should be

What is the purpose of justice though? why is it needed in the first place, is it another sedative like the religious texts that were twisted and misinterpreted for the personal objectives of the very few? is life truly as lawless and unjust as it had stripped down and appeared o me at this moment, is it the ugly truth that the ethicswe cherich and the rules we live by are the ones that only organize us into submission?

The fear with which we are whipped each day for losing what we have gained, as others twist the game and cheat their way through life, and play by the jungle laws for what it really is.... no right and no wrong,...only where you want to go and where you are, clarity, a road trodden with a clear beginning and end, not days and months

the homeless

2006-11-28T12:35:00.000-08:00

with every new day, less people stay at home, less people stay together, less people eat together, talk together, feel together.
The immediate reward of self gratification and the driver's seat proved far more tempting in the new world order than that of a companion, and when the differences fill out the new world canvas in ways that ends up being the same, all people arrive at a point of helplessness after pursuin self freedom, as an endless loop that brought them further from the centre of it all, like a clock spring, that open up the more its squeezed with temptation, confusion and the goals of the wicked.
Son! it is an evil world indeed! and you're part of it!

The ugly man

2006-11-24T12:04:00.000-08:00

I may not know ... or feel the consequences
I may show no apathy or regret towards those i've harmed
To me the fall of one ..i similar to the fall of a another chess piece

It is my purpose to play this way
It is my life that dictates such pain
It is myself from whom i can't runaway

I my dearest fellows... am an addict
I'm addicted to power
and it has taken the best of me..and rendered me powerless

It is only to my one passion i do reveal my weakness
my need for power... and the movements initiated by sylables from my mouth

I wish i did hurt when seeing those who hate my life's work
But they are only naiive so naiive to think that i have a choice

I am just as they are another puppet .. but for a better promise
A promise i had made and it inturn has made me

I rest easy feeling smarter and more powerful than any other being
but it is my old history book that sometimes get me
the french revolution
the balshevs
the egyptians

how longer will they remain sedated before feeling my hand in their trench coats
stealing away the warmth ... they had so rightfully earned from slaving like dogs

how further can my deception fly.... before being gunned down and dragged across the land like a rabbed dog

It does not worry much... not as much as i think i should
For i have learnt my lessons well... and i do not wait till the boiling water spills

The occassional soccer game... or perhaps petty achievement
or maybe a scary world wide marketing scheme for rulers under the name of notorious plague that shall bring mankind to its end
i suppose those are just some of the tools with which i get away

It may not be much of a life i live

My only fear is of some liberal or any extremist of any party popping up and sneaking through some breach in my wall to take that single shot that ends it all

Oh! the fear of it all ending.... not in this life time ..... but the next! that is what worries me... the unknown ... loss of power .... or maybe not

I am not a man of faith ... the twisting and turning of the masses using the 'ol belief systems still works, the oldest trick in the book, and it has weakened if not destroyed my faith entirely in all that is sacred

I have the knowledge to rule...
I am the rule!

a bit of incense for the senseless

2006-11-23T16:10:00.000-08:00

i don't know how far can people go with all the hurt and injustice untill they could finally realize how hurtful they've become to others, i really can't comprehend how one's motives can justify blowing up everything in the way just to get there, i have no idea what the real stories about what i see or hear is, i have developed this careless attitude which my paranoid fearful manufactured personality has become, anything that doesn't happen within a 3 meter radius around me does not concern me, or is considered as entertainment unless it anounces a future breach of my previously described perimeter. If my duties and assignments aren't put directly in my tray where my cheque comes at the end of the month, its not my resposnibility coz i don't get paid for it, and i'll just buy a nice conscience sedative from the nearest beggar across the street, there's plenty now, but i don't wanna give him too much so he wouldn't become a millionaire off losers like me, or buy drugs or something, ahhhhhhhhhh the world is a horrible place indeed, now where did i put my remote?

when the winners win

2006-11-09T00:22:00.000-08:00

towel hanger rests silently upon the fractured dome

little boys and girls baring arms and leaving home

smooth, and soft whistles can still be heard across the planes

the dead battalion thought they'd never die in vain

we all shall willow, as the sparrow sets its crib
we all shall follow, as we carefully watch the rest
we may once listen, just to hear inside our chest
caress the memory before you ravish it upon your bed

the reddish dye spilt upon the silky gown
the screeching cry echoing through the savage town
the naked truth all slashed and bleeding upon the floor
the violated souls, the troubled wind and our beloved whore

the waves are covering the sea side they once revealed
the mass of people flooded the falling pier
the sirens call for the spirits that sought the truth
the camera man signals on to start the news

the apple's flesh.. no longer clear .. an aweful stench
a winding road that spins and turns around itself
i drove along the busy stalls but lost you there
i lost my head ... i lost my flesh ... i can not care

dead man resting as the worms feast upon his mother's womb
bald man dancing in a toto to a merry tune
pulling teeth..tearing flesh..bleeding black
a teacher .. a clown .. and a garbage sack

open the door once more to let the soft breeze in
hold me close . remove my clothes . wear my sin
kiss me first . peel me off . watch me dream
fuck me now . tie me down . make me scream

Figures of joy

2006-11-08T05:09:00.000-08:00

as a little boy i had toy figures
they brought me joy
i longed for every new figure
to be added to my toys

other boys brought figures
and beter was always more
the boy who had the most figures
was the boy who had it all

as a grown man i have figures
they fall more than they rise
a man with no figures .. is a man who is despised

Walk into my live set

2006-11-08T04:45:00.000-08:00

My life is a room with no windows and no doors... just a noisy projector .. and several rolls of film

Every day i wake up from the sleep i never had ... longing for the rest i wished for

Every day the bathroom routine is just the same ..however the disorder

My reflection is like a daily box delivered wrapped in reflective glass... i have to look at it to see it

My face is a surprise ... i don't think we're related

There must be change... but maybe i napped through that bit

They played with their pop corn as others watched with spite

They spoke words of compassion that tickled your dead imagination

A sound of pure devastation ... slices through the thin glass

Bubbly ... tasteful fun for everyone at your local diner

A balloon pig for the little girl with greasy hairs attached

Turn on the engine ... hello .. it's another day

sitting on edge... dangling legs ... eyes gazing at the sky

feeding time is a crime when the feeding crime feeds on time

I can not explain the magnitude of the pull that does not exist

I'd like to talk to you and catch up on what we missed

The eyes which told me stories of my present and the past

The dry leaves we stepped on as we walked along our paths

i'm a seed of every apple .. and every apple is from a different tree

Every tree from a different garden ... every garden a memory

I'd like another test run please

Finches of the groove rock

2006-10-27T23:58:00.000-07:00

Those are my brother's songs, he's compiling an album which has various songs he played with various people.... played and sung by him mostly, they're pretty good so if you got the will and the time -and the bandwidth-, download some and checkém out and tell me what you think
My favourites are: feels like, bla bla bla, tell me more

http://www.geocities.com/engrmohdyahya/a_war_story.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/engrmohdyahya/a_song_for_my_guitar.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/engrmohdyahya/TELL_ME.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/engrmohdyahya/the_light_of_my_life.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/fazecrax/not_bad.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/faze_crax/wat_i_want.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/faze_crax/sleepy_wonder.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/fazecrax/goes_behind.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/faze_crax/the_man_who_sold_the_world.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/faze_crax/try.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/engrmohdyahya/bla_bla_bla.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/fazecrax/dumb_nirvana_cover.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/fazecrax/feels_like.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/fazecrax/knocking_on_heavens_door.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/faze_crax/pinkfloyd_cover.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/faze_crax/teach_me_more.mp3
http://www.geocities.com/fazecrax/dah_mogarad_fan.mp3

Walls of Flesh

2006-10-20T09:31:00.000-07:00

Orange peel... lying on the corner of my silver plate

sex appeal ... peeking from the corner of my bathroom mirror

an inside whisper... softly singing to my heart's content

a pounding heart... left aside... with the used napkins and curled table cloth

curious eyes... forever searching for the exciting truth

lazy hands ... seeking no more than its own existance

i've known nobody other than myself ... in this long journey of discovery

i've betrayed no one ... other than my flesh ... in this cell of eternal suffering

i've spent time commencing to build sand castles... where none has come to completion

a quick look around my waking ground each day ... assuring me i'm still alive

a lost moment of absurd confused thought ... in the middle of a busy day

flashes of dead memories as the photocopier whisked away

a voice long forgotten ... remembered at the end of a day

escape has been pondered on ... but to no avail ... it died as soon as light come up

and as light seized to make things clearer ... it was darkness which prevailed

confusion danced along to its favourite tunes in the darkness of thought

as the land failed to form a solid surface... liquid .. gas ... or flame

i'm not a prisoner ... i am the Cell!

The nightmare – Take 1

2006-10-15T01:06:00.000-07:00

I wanna tell you about my husband

He’s a very very important man

A lot of what he says and does affects a lot people’s lives every passing day

I get worried about him though, he’s under a lot of stress you know

I suppose I would’ve gone crazy if I were him, you know, with the responsibility and all, it’s tense I tell ya

Which sort of brings me to my point, which I wanna tell ya about

Lately, my husband has been having this strange recurring dream, it’s a strange one, but I can understand, it must be the job, I’ve been trying to talk him into having this vacation, I think he’s beginning to agree now

Ah! What’s the dream you ask? ….well! it’s pretty morbid if you ask me! Maybe he watched Sawn of the Dead or something, it’s like a scene from a horror movie or something

…Well! This is what he told me: “I keep having this dream, it’s usually taking place at a strange time, where it seems like its night but the sun is up, and its huge, you could see half of it from behind a high cliff, as it shadowed the hill, where shadows of masses of people began appearing slowly, until they entirely filled the horizon, they began to approach slowly, their faces and impressions were vague, almost invisible, seemingly faceless…they approached me, and as I anticipated them stopping, they continued to move closer, and closer , I gasped for breath, anticipating the collision, but they passed through me, for seconds I felt pain! I felt hatred, as If I saw their hearts and feelings, I was being choked by the feelings of intense anguish, torment and misjudgment, caused by many of my actions which those people hold me accountable for, It was like being strangled by a rope full of spines that dug slowly into my neck, piercing through it, draining the last bit of life out of me, I turned around and moved along with the crowds, I felt it was easier to be one of them than face them all, and so I walked along with them, we passed steep hills, deep waters, and thick jungles, I felt tired and weary, but everyone else kept walking, until everyone reached a steep cliff , on what seems like the cliff where I first saw them only that we’re all facing the sun now, and looking down on what seems like an endless revene, I stopped motionless, as the dark figures around, seized to move and seemed to look at the cliff as if it were their destiny, their hollow dark figures seemed dead, motionless, they looked at me with one last look of blame, filled with intense pain and they jumped, one after the other, no sound was heard, just shadows falling down, and I was responsible I was facing the sun, which seemed like a huge eye that pierced through my soul judging me for the fate of all those people! …. I woke up !