Sunday, December 16, 2012

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

Saturday, December 15, 2012

رجال مصر

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

Friday, December 14, 2012

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

Thursday, December 06, 2012

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’

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

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

Tuesday, December 04, 2012

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.

Monday, December 03, 2012

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 

Sunday, December 02, 2012

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.

Saturday, December 01, 2012

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 

Twelve Roses

The first red rose
Sent out of season
The second red rose
Sent for no reason
The third red rose
Sent for happiness and health
The fourth red rose
Sent for gaining life's wealth
The fifth red rose
Sent for gaining new friends
The sixth red rose
Sent for guiding you through life's bends
The seventh red rose
Sent for praying you never tire
The eighth red rose
Sent for giving you all of your desire's
The ninth red rose
Sent for your happiness in love
The tenth red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your turtledove
The eleventh red rose
Sent for igniting passion and fire
The twelve red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your desire

Now Count
Count your blessings.

Mixing honey with poison battle


Mixing honey with poison battle " third wave of Egyptian revolution to where !!"

by Nbms Dell on Saturday, December 1, 2012 at 2:38am ·
The Egyptian chapter of the "Arab Spring" ended not as it was scripted by the revolutionaries of Tahrir Square.
They deposed a military dictator, secured the first free presidential race in their history, and then may have lost it to a die-hard Islamist president. Not only this. The generals who had stood behind Hosni Mubarak remain firmly entrenched.
The Muslim Brotherhood claimed its candidate Mohamed Morsy, 60, won the election against military rival Ahmed Shafik, 60, but a sweeping legal maneuver by Cairo's military rulers made clear the generals planned to keep control for now -- even if Shafik's refusal to concede defeat turns out to be justified.
"This is more an episode in an ongoing power struggle than a real election," Anthony Cordesman, a veteran former U.S. intelligence official and now the Washington-based Center for Strategic and International Studies, told Reuters.
"It is unclear who will rule, who the real leaders will be, and who - if anyone - represents the people. What is clear is that Egypt is no closer to stability and a predictable path to the future than before."
In reality, the new president will be subordinate for some time at least to the 20-man military council which last year pushed fellow officer Mubarak aside to appease street protests.
In the latest twist on Egypt's far from complete path to democracy, the generals issued a decree on Sunday as voting ended which clipped the wings of the president by setting strict limits on his powers and reclaiming the lawmaking prerogatives held by the assembly it dissolved last week.
"This is their insurance policy against a Muslim Brotherhood victory. It shows the extent to which they (the generals) are willing to go to maintain their interest and their stranglehold on power," said Salman Shaikh of the Brookings Doha Center.

BROTHERHOOD RESTRAINT
The power struggle, analysts say, will almost certainly escalate between the two Leviathan powers after the army, which controls swathes of Egypt'seconomy, indicated that it had no intention of handing power to its old enemy the Brotherhood.
"This is the culmination of decades of rivalry between the army andIslamists," Shaikh said. "This could really explode."
"If we see any more aggressive approach then we will be talking about something similar to Algeria," he said, referring to Algeria in 1992 when the army dissolved parliament after Islamists won a vote and 20 years of conflict followed.
Adding to the legal quagmire, a ruling in a case challenging the legality of the Brotherhood, which under Mubarak was banned, could be issued on Tuesday.
The rulings further consolidated powers in the army's hands, after the justice ministry gave the generals and intelligence service extraordinary powers to arrest, detain and prosecute civilians without judicial warrants.
"What happens shows that it is a very deep state not willing to let go. It shows a dark side for this regime," Shaikh said.
Despite its victory declaration based on initial counts which gave it 52 percent compared to 48 percent, the Brotherhood is not out of the woods yet.
There are a number of scenarios under which the Brotherhood victory could be sabotaged. Although monitors have broadly given guarded approval to the vote there may yet be enough reports of irregularities should a determined state wish to use the judiciary to contest the result.
The onus, diplomats said, would be on the United States - major patron and paymaster of the army - to pressure Field Marshal Hussein Tantawi to meet his own deadline of July 1 for relinquishing control and allow a civilian president to rule.
The two candidates faced off in a second run-off which polarized the nation and left a section of society, which ousted Mubarak in popular protests, out of the game with neither of the candidates appealing to their liberal or reformist aspirations.
Many voters were dismayed by the choice between a man seen as an heir to Mubarak and the nominee of a religious party who they feared would reverse liberal social traditions.
The Brotherhood has contested the army's power to dissolve parliament and warned of "dangerous days" ahead. But their stamina, diplomats and observers said, has been sapped by 16 months of a messy and often bloody transition.
Diplomats said the group, outlawed under Mubarak, may well avoid confrontation on the streets for fear of offering its opponents in the deep state a pretext to crack down on them.
"What the counter revolutionary forces would like is for the Muslim Brotherhood to throw their forces onto the street then there would be a real pogrom. That is why I don't think it will happen," said one senior Western diplomat.
"I think the Brotherhood...would keep their people under control," the diplomat said.

TOOTHLESS PRESIDENT?
Tensions flared with the military when the Islamist group reneged on their pledge not to run for the presidency, a U-turn that came hard on heels of a bigger victory in parliament than it had said it would seek.
The diplomat said it was "a shock to everybody", notably the army when the Brotherhood named Khairat al-Shater as the group's first choice only to have him disqualified, forcing it to name Morsy instead.
Adding to its missteps, legislation proposed by some of its MPs to impose Islamic strictures turned the tide of public support against them. Some Egyptians also looked nervously at Islamist-fuelled militancy and violence in Tunisia.
For many Egyptians their revolution, which followed Tunisia's, now seems victim of a coup by generals who changed the chief executive, Mubarak, but have not touched the deep state that kept him and his predecessors in power for six decades.
Since the army toppled the colonial-era monarchy in 1952, it has built massive wealth and commercial interests across industries, followed by a close U.S. alliance that came with the signing in 1979 of a peace treaty with Israel. With this web of interests and alliances, it is unlikely it will cede its power.
The worry for the military is that the Brotherhood could eventually challenge their position, just as Turkey's AK Party with its Islamist has reined in the generals there. The military also worries that Islamists with their fiery anti-Israel rhetoric will weaken the deal with Israel.
Regionally, the rise to power of the Brotherhood in the Arab world's most populous nation would unnerve Gulf Arab monarchies which have managed to avoid being swept away by an Arab Spring that has also toppled leaders in Tunis, Libya and Yemen.
Israel frets that the Brotherhood will embolden its offshoot, the Islamist Palestinian Hamas movement which is at war with Israel.
Despite regional and domestic misgivings the election was unprecedented for a nation which has never given ordinary Egyptians the chance to freely pick their leaders in a history that stretches back thousands of years.
But a toothless president, a dissolved parliament and an ascendant military in a country without a constitution is not what most Egyptians had in mind when they poured onto the streets to drive out Mubarak at the start of 2011.
"It is not the end of the story, but somebody flipped us back to page one," the diplomat said.
"Egypt is increasingly hard-wired for greater chaos and instability. It is an extremely tense and volatile environment. Nobody knows what will happen," Shaikh said.