Soon you’ll be mine

Along the street, A beggar pleads, For else than air, To ward off, 
The misfortunes, Of hunger clinging, 
In his body, Like beasts, Stalking a prey, Fighting, 
Against one another, Killing the weak, Exhausting the victor, Leaving the prey, 
Unharmed and safe, And the beast says, 
“Time will come, 
Soon you’ll be mine.”
Now the beggar, Writhing in pain, 
From the pangs of hunger, Still pleading, 
Says to himself, 
“Soon I’ll have some.”
A day of wandering, Of fruitless voyage, The beggar retires, Hapless in a corner, 
Of the lost street, Musing, His mouth watering, 
Dreams of dishes, Like a gourmet, In a banquet, 
Satisfied, relieved, All forgotten, 
Hunger loses the game, 
And the beggar, Droops to sleep, 
Death says, 
“Time will come, Soon you’ll be mine.”

الظلم

اما والله ان الظلم شؤم ولا زال المسيئ هو الظلوم

ستعلم يا ظلوم غدا اذ التقينا عند المليك من الملوم
الى ديان يوم الدين نمضي وعند الله تجتمع الخصوم
ولا تظلمن إذا ما كنت مقتدرا فالظلم ترجع عقباه إلى الندم
تنام عيناك والمظلوم منتبه يدعو عليك وعين الله لا تنم

Bird Of sorrow and Sadness

I follow the bird
Of sorrow and sadness
I feel your pain
I sence the madness
I can relate
To how you feel
I know your pain
Is something real
I empathize with you
all the way through
I dont know why
I follow such pain
I dont know why
My eyes leak 
Like rain
I dont know how
To empty these thoughts
All I know
Is that these thoughts haunt
These thoughts haunt
My mind and soul
Trapping me
In this big dark whole
The only way
For me to leave
Is to follow the bird
That makes me bleed
Because even though, She hurts me so
She makes me stronger, For my mind can grow

L.D Relationships

Long distance relationships. Yes, they're hard and not the most convent  You have to be able to commit to someone you may 
have not even met in person, or might not see very frequently. They're hard. But, in a way, it's better. You don't fall for
someone based on their looks. Yes, there's that initial attraction. You saw someone's picture, thought they were cute, and
decided to message them. But as you keep talking, you fall for their personalities, not their looks. And I'm not saying 
normal relationships are all materialistic, and are based on attraction the other's appearance. But, with long distance 
relationships, it's easier to overlook the other person's looks. You talk more, get to know the other person more because, 
well, that all you can do. That's where it gets hard. In long distance relationships, you don't get much physical affection.
It's all about emotions, and that's what makes the bond stronger. There are no good-night kisses, no good-bye hugs, no 
cuddling sessions. But, in a way, it's all worth it. You build up to that moment where you finally meet, and it's magical. 
Everything you felt for that person, gets even stronger, even though you didn't think that was possible. That first kiss, 
well, as corny as it sounds, it's like fireworks. What you've been longing for all this time, what you've had too many 
dreams to count about, that moment, finally happened. That's when you know it was all worth it. When those emotions fire 
up to an extreme you didn't even know possible. That's when you know, all the rough times you guys have gone through were 
worth it, and there's nothing to regret. 

مختصر بروتوكولات حكماء صهيون

نحن اليهود لسنا إلا سادة العالم ومفسديه، ومحركي الفتن فيه وجلاديه". (الدكتور أوسكار ليفي)
كان اليهود يحاربون هذا الكتاب كلما ظهر في أي مكان وبأي لغة، ويضحون بكل الأثمان لجمع نسخه وإحراقها حتى لا يطّلعَ العالم على مؤامراتهم الجهنمية التي رسموها ضده.. وأنت ترى بالطبع تلك الضجّة التي أثيرت حول مسلسل "فارس بلا جواد" الذي أشار إلى هذا الكتاب!
والمضحكُ والمبكي في الأمر، أنّه لا يوجد حرفٌ في هذا الكتاب لم يتمّ تطبيقه في الغرب، بل وفي الشرق، وأتحدّى أن تجد بندا واحدا في هذا الكتاب غير مطبّق في مصر بحذافيره، في نظام الحكم والاقتصاد والإعلام والتعليم والثقافة والأدب والفن!!!!!.. حتّى ضريبة المبيعات ستجد فكرتها في هذا الكتاب.. تخيّل!!!
وفكرة الحكومة العالميّة اليهوديّة، تعتبر في موضع التنفيذ منذ بداية تسعينات القرن العشرين، فقد راحت أمريكا تحكم العالم باسم النظام العالميّ الجديد لمصلحة اليهود، ولم يبقَ إلا أن تقوم حكومة عالميّة يهوديّة صريحة!

للمذيد..

مختصر بروتوكولات حكماء صهيون:

Bleeding dreams in a aspirations sky

Life is full of countless trade-offs 
And perennially broken promises
Full of innumerable possibilities
And yet infinite compromises
But even if I trade all that I own
I will never ever sell my soul
Life seem an eclectic collection 
Of numerous paradoxical moments
Sometimes, one's life is peaceful
At other times, it is raging with madness
But whatever happens to my dreams and my goals 
I will never ever sell my soul
Life is filled to the brim
With moments of incredible happiness
And at the same time inundated 
With moments of incredible sadness
But even as I seek to evade the wrath of my foes
I will never ever sell my soul

Love is incredibly

We are told repeatedly that 
Love cares and doesn't judge 
That it fills us with unquenchable 
Happiness that wouldn't budge
We are told incessantly that
Love is loyal and dedicated
That it will stand by you always
And face whatever is fated
We are not however told of its
Difficulties and immense shortcomings
That it brings us incredible pain
And leaves our precious hearts burning
We are not told of its incredible sadness
Neither are we warned beforehand
That it rages with incredible madness
Love is a beast that consumes
Even the strongest of hearts
Its gravity pulls you so tightly together
Before it changes course and tears you apart
The only force stronger than that
With which the bond was initially formed
Is the sheer venom and might 
With which it is eventually destroyed
Love is incredibly happy
Love is incredibly sad
Love is incredibly lucky
Love is incredibly bad
Love is incredibly funny
Love is incredible, and that's that! 

مؤامرة

مؤامرة تدور على الشباب

لتجعله ركاما من تراب

مؤامرة تقول لهم تعالوا

الى الشهوات في ظل الشراب

مؤامرة يحيك خيوطها

 أعداء سوء في لؤم الذئاب

تفرق شملهم إلا علينا

فصرنا كالفريسة للكلاب

Facilitation

Someday someone somehow ..
 should pay
Cut those trees and branches, 
Let them fall on the ground, 
Don't worry; this is ‘not' a ‘crime', 

And trees can't cry or emit any sound.
Abolishing trees is ‘ethical'
In the name of today's urbanization
Let the mega-city to spread on a green tomb
In the name of human facilitation

When actions speak

If I were to tell you something
would it please you to know what it would be? 
For I do not know how I can say it
without saying it to you.
So please bear with me when I say to you
Words cannot express the message
I want to get across to you.
You are the only person
I would want to say this to.
If only you would let my actions
speak for my words, 
then you'll see what meaning
my silent words have for you.
If you feel the same way then you'll know
You don't have to say anything
just let your actions speak for themselves.

Universal Freedom

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime 
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realize this. 

lost in water

No distance ever separates, Dreams and desires, 
No mirror ever dissolves, Reflection and water, In one's eye
What graph would you make of lines of thought? 
The triangle of pain is without any angle
Countless races have dreams alike, But sleep and night-watch
Are never the same! 
Names are forgotten, Codes alone come to mind in nuclear setups
Dreams of radiant generations, Are smitten, By atomic explosions
Cities sink, Nuclei dissipate
Orbits dwindle, What remains 
Are terra and sol in the dance of death, God is a casualty.
A moment of brightness, in a light year breaking into smithereens
In a million eons
An accident - yes
But not an event 
History is continuity
Broken once 
Telescopic eyes, tired out, give up, their distance watching
Lost planets, Bygone epoches, have no interposition.
Who will look for flowers in spring-fresh hands of tiny tots? 
Who will see dreams in eyes-yours and mine in centuries to be? 
No one is sure
Of things lost in water! 

Grass

There once was a field of grass
That danced to the singing of the wind
When the wind hit high notes the grass knew to dance to the right 
Wiggling their bodies in delight
When the wind sang low and smooth
The grass shook their hips and barley moved
When the music would stop
The grass knew that the wind had to leave
The grass stud tall and thin
And said fair well my friend for tomorrow we shall dance again

رجال مصر

رجال مصر الحزينة يسألون .. عن أي ذنبٍ يقتلون ؟
يترنحون على شظايا الجوعِ .. يقتسمون خبز الموت ثم يودّعون 

happiness .. requiem

Happiness to a broken heart, 
Is like water to a tree.
So be careful from the start, 
Lest all happiness should flee.
Little things somehow add up, 
To something big someday.
So make sure to fill her cup, 
With affectionate displays.
Don't be a fool, it just won't do, 
To set her needs aside.
She needs to hear it, just like you, 
About that love you have inside.
Happiness can only come, 
If you open wide your door, 
The little things, that seem to some, 
Will add up more and more.
Happiness is the reward, 
You work for all your days.
So start stocking up your cupboard, 
And be quick to mend your ways. 

Pick one

Happiness is being home again, 
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
Happiness to see my humble home, 
Happiness at not being alone, 
Happiness to sit, and not to roam.
Happiness is family to me, 
Happiness in the faces, I longed to see, 
Happiness is once more being free.

قضبان الوحدة تطوق المكان

قضبان الوحدة تطوق المكان

تقتل الأماني الحالمة

الطائرة على جناح الحرية

صمت صاخب يمتطي صهوة المكان

يمتطيه فارس لا تطيق النفس لقاءه:

إنه فارس الحيرة و الضياع

في عصر انتصار العلم و التكنولوجية

على جهل الأعراف و التقاليد

إنه فارس الوحدة و العجز عن الكلام

في عصر توحدت به الشعوب

تحت شعار العولمة المزيفة

في هذا العصر المبجل

يدعي أبطاله بأنه عصر التألق العملي و الحضاري

لكني أرى الأشياء تعود بتقدمها إلى عصر الجاهلية

في عصر تنافست به صناع الكلمة المزيفة

على تشويه الحقائق و التاريخ

أه يا نفس ... مما تقاسيه

ما بين مد و جزر الأفكار المسجونة

في قاعة محيط النفس

تريد أن تنجو من غرق اليأس و الإحباط

من الأشياء المحيطة

لتطوف على سطح المحيط

تبصر خيوط الشمس

في وضح النهار

لكن!!!!!!!!!!!!!

مع كل محاولة جادة

تبذلها النفس للخروج

تجدها ما زالت غارقة في قاع المحيط

لم تعد الأشياء تغري ببريقها الخادع

لم تعد كلمات الحب تغزو القلوب العذارى

لم تعد براءة الأطفال تضحك كما عهدناها

لم تعد الأفكار ..أفكارا

لم تعد الحياة حياة

إنها أشبه بصقيع يتلف يخضور الحياة

و يجعلها رمادية خالية من ألوان الحياة الزاهية

إلى متى يا نفس ستظلين تلهثين وراء براءة الأشياء

إلى متى يا نفس ستظلين أثيرة الحلم الضائع

إلى متى يا نفس ستظلين ترسمي الكلمات

بحروف رومانسية ظلالها الشفافية

إلى متى....إلى متى... إلى متى

سؤال يتصدع له الرأس

لا أجد له جوابا إلا الصمت

سؤال يمزق القلب و يملئ النفس بالشجون

نعم......

الى متى الصمت عن ضياع هوية إسلامنا

إلى متى الصمت عن عبوديتنا للاستسلام

إلى من زهق دماء إخواننا

إلى من هدر أعراض فتياتنا

إلى من نهب مقدراتنا

إلى من أطفأ بريق الأمل أمامنا

إلى متى سنظل أسرى التعصب

إلى متى سيظل الجهل صديقا

و الوحدة عدونا

إلى متى سنظل مختبئين وراء قضبان الخوف

من المواجهة و المقاومة

يا شباب الإسلام إنها معركة الحياة

أفلا تستحق أن تدافعوا عنها لكي تستردوا أنفاس حياتك

التي سرقها منكم أعدائكم

أبكيك يا أمة محمد إلى ما آل به الواقع

أضعنا حقوق الأمة

أضعنا الأرض التي رويت بدماء شهدائنا

أضعنا العهد مع قائد الأمة و جنوده.

أصبحنا شرذمة ينظر له العالم باشمئزاز

يريد أبادته لانه شعب فقد الاحترام بين الشعوب

إلى متى الصمت... إلى متى الصمت

لا أجد من يجبني ..فهل أصمت.!!

الحرص على الدنيا

دع الحرص على الدنيا وفي العيش فلا تطمع

ولا تجمع من الحرام فلا تدري لمن تجمع

فإن الرزق مقسوم وسوء الظن لا ينفع

فقير كل من يطمع غني كل من يقنع

النفس تجزع ان تكون فقيرة والفقر خير من غنى يطغيها

وغنى التفوس هو الكفاف فإن ابت ...  فجميع ما في الارض لا يكفيها

هي القناعة فالزمها تكن ملكا..  لولم تكن لك إلا راحة البدن

وانظر لمن ملك الدنيا بأجمعها ..

هل راح منها بغير الطيب والكفن

يا موت !

يا موت!

ياظلي الذي سيقودني

يا ثالث الإثنين

يا لون التردد في الزمرد والزبرجد

اجلس على الكرسي!

ضع أدوات صيدك تحت نافذتي

لا تحدق يا قوي إلى شراييني

لترصد نقطة الضعف الأخيرة !

  أنت أقوى من نظام ! الظلم 

أقوى من جهاز القتل!

ولست محتاجا  .. لتقتلني .. إلى مرضي!

فكن أسمى من الحشرات!

كن من أنت كن قويا ، ناصعا،

واخلع عنك أقنعة الثعالب!

كن فروسيا، بهيا، كامل الضربات!

Dustbin of history

Hundreds have died, 
thier families cried, 
was it worth the lives of our genocide? 
They turned their backs
to cover tracks
Too reluctant to fight their own war! 

WHAT THE HELL ARE WE FIGHTING FOR? 

Our brothers, our sisters, fathers, mothers too.
They fight your battles! 
Right? 
A barrel of oil, Money, citizens or Access to power for a life.
A gun shot to the head for defending our premier? 
Cries of anger ease the minds of the adversaries! 
They laugh in our faces! 
So many restless nights
Waiting for the capture of the terrorist!

On to heaven’s gate

Past the blue yonder 
All my dreams go
Driven thru asunder
To the horizon glow
Where white is lifting
Times of cell space
Like clouds drifting
In its many embrace
On to sky beyond
Where no one has gone
In its timeless bond
Eternal carries on
Life is so much more
Than of this reality
Coast at different shore
To the deepest sea
On to heaven’s gate
Unknown to our mind
Thru the steps correlate
That we come to find
Oceans vast in deep
In their darkness still
Like dreams from sleep
Destinies to fulfill 

Between the injustice

Between the injustice
We shall overcome -
Someone on the street cries
Do you know where she's from? 
Flowers of the hunger
Blossoms from the light
Children of world's monger
Their bodies at gravesite
What about love
That’s before any dreams
Passions and much affections of
That nowhere now seems
Only echoes from the bomber
That started the crying game
Fire and ashes embalmer
War monster without a name
Do you know where a boy’s from? 
That died much too young
His body now in earth’s bosom
With a heart that stopped to long
‘For-Get-Me-Not – my leaves
These open wounds of sorrow
With old days full of grieves
And no footsteps for tomorrow’

Would you wait for Me !!

There is more in me than worlds can say
More in you .. didn't you see
Yet in a world where so many so many things 
And so much waits to be read
Who can really say 
Something that means the Universe,
You should count, count my queen

The Mystic

The migratory bird does have a tiny brain
But it seems beyond scientists to even try to explain
How they make it to the far south of the World from the far north and then back again
The mysteries of Nature as mysteries remain.
The more about Nature we learn and know
The more that our wonderment of her does grow
About her she has a mysterious way
But there are lessons from her to be learned every day.
What seems natural in Nature seems amazing to you and to me
In my every walk a new wonder I do see
So much about her for to love and admire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire? 
Her life forms of land and waterways and sea
And her mysteries to us remain a mystery
And the more we learn of her the more we realize
That to her .. 
there is far more than does meet the eyes.

Let me be free

Beats nolonger sync
Love boat is beginning to sink, 
The rhyme now hard to decode, 
The rhythm now discord, 
This is the song of failing hearts 
The stars are fading out, im seeing
The light I cant see anymore, glistening
I can get the fine sound, im listening
Do you care now, do you know how? 
Please let me go, let me be
Let me be me
Let me be free
Release me for another lover, 
Let me find my happily ever after, 
Let the failing hearts fail, 
Let me leave you, let me 
Your sad look wont move me anymore, 
Your mad move pushed me furthermore, 
You and I, me and you, 
A history, a shadow, a memory
The rhyme nolonger a hit, but just a song
Nolonger a fine tune, the hearts are failing 
The sun is setting with us, 
When it rises, it wont rise with us, 
When its dawn, we will be done, 
The satisfaction of the faded lights, 
The loye of the disjointed parts, 
A history of the failing hearts

Shooo listen

On the onset

As shallow as it seemed on the onset, 
We found ourselves on the deepest part, 
I ran across my thoughts, 
Wondering why it became so, 
At first i thought it fate, 
At last i thought it maybe
It was a moment to remember, 
Meeting you in an unexpected place, 
Loving you without uncertainties, 
Being a lover and friend, 
As shallow as it seemed on the onset, 
We found ourselves on the deepest part
The signs showed me something, 
Something showed me everything, 
Everything was you and you were everything
The realisation that love exists, 
Often anticipated with doubt but true
The wind blew so vivid, 
Yet we found no reason to shake, 
We thought we were stagnent, 
Yet we moved deeper and deeper, 
It was a dream but we made it real, 
You and i are unique, 
Protracting our future in love, 
Faith and hope we attached, 
Hate and mistrust we dettached, 
We thought it slower yet it was fast, 
We thought it shallow, little did we know,
about each others but .. 
It was deeper and deeper 

T.T.T ... Time To Talk

How do you tell a loved one, Something you know will cause them pain.When not telling them would crueler, And things would still end up the same?
Do you break it to them gently,
Or like a quick clean cut from a knife.
Should you calculate and plan it,
Or just cuff things, impromptu like.
You can never plan for ones reaction
They'll surprise you time after time.
Best to judge it as you tell it,
And take it line by line.
Well tonight the night I planned it,
Here goes nothing I think one would say.
Hold my breath and bite the bullet,
And remember,
There is a time to talk, and a time to keep silence

There are many steps, before taking any action

when we'll breaking our silence and

tomorrow a brand new day. 

I miss me

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify

Jealousy

A boy and a girl, 
The best of friends.
From elementary to high school
From beginning to end.
Through all those years
Their friendship grew.
They both felt the same, 
But neither knew.
Each waking moment
Since the day they met.
They both loved each other
Sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had
In her terrible life.
He was the one
Who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel, 
she made him smile.
Though life threw him curves, 
she made it all worth while.
Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad song.
He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, 'Do you love her? '
on purpose he can't answer.
He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.
His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go, 
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down, 
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade, 
no one else home.
She dialed his number, 
he answered, 'Hello'
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood, 
her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note, 
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy, 
her only obsession.
As he read the note, 
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife, 
that night they both died.
She was found in his arms, 
both of them dead.
Under her note
his handwriting said: 
'I loved her so, 
she never knew.
All this time
I loved her too.

Innocence

Innocence taken 
by those who thought 
that it was ok to lie
by those who thought
nothing matters
Innocence taken 
no longer available
Innocence unable
to ever speak again
Innocence silenced
to soon
Innocence taken
there's no truth over the lie
Innocence taken
by those who thought
I'll be the same again
by those who thought 
its ok to kill
by those who thought 
it's ok to take
Innocence replaced
by fear and mistrust
Innocence disappeared 
before it came
Innocence taken 
by those who 
laughed at every cry
by those who had none
Innocence reflecting
In my little girls eyes
Innocence is a strong weapon
In a fool woman hands.

innocence taken away 
without my permission