I am not a poet

I am not a poet or a writer
I don't have the grammar and sometimes the spelling
But I have slogans that can burst your flames
Make you so angry and make you untamed
Make you so happy, and shed a tear
I am not a writer but I love words
Every experience becomes a diary
Every taught or idea becomes explained
Each words has it meaning, and each brings emotions
Words has rhythms, and some just rhymes
There is no directions to where it is leading
What is a poet if he didn't use his heart?

Fade away

Life seems to fade away…
Drifting farther and farther like a sway
That’s all I have to say…. 
Meet you in the next play! ! ! ! 
Once you were all mine
All the stars had a bright shine
But that day you broke away
Life seems to fade away.
I’m sorry that I hurt you, its something I must live with everyday, 
And all the pain I put you through, wish that I could take it all away.
But you took it like a play, 
Life seems to fade away….
I hadn’t expected you to behave this way
I served you like a dish in a tray, 
Life seems to fade away…..
Now, its time to pay, 
Do not wish for me or pray, 

Arabian dreams, killed with no sound

Melting yellow sun 
pale surviving camels 
no where or way to run 
deserts full of symbols and temples 
you look at me although its forbidden 
you know the risk is high 
you realize your committing a sin 
yet you beg me to meet you or claim to die 
I don’t mind, knowing the consequence 
eyes lay upon us and watch so accurately 
we speak by eye contact we leave no evidence 
everything seems to work out correctly 
Then we no longer manage to hide 
we realize anything is easier then separation 
we are hurting and burning inside 
we suffer gradually of desperation 
we appear together for the first time 
some look at us with envy and jealousy 
some despise us and count it a crime 
Then send us to his majesty 
we try to explain we shout we cry 
with no justification he simply rejects 
we beg we bend on our knees we try 
with his cold words he loadly objects 
he threatens our lives as we leave forever
puddles of blood fill up the empty smooth ground 
if we cant live together then we shall die together 
that’s the last they said before killed with no sound

The same mutual wish

With the full moon high in the sky; 
Pictures of memories run through my mind.
Pain, Hurt, Love and Hate; 
All The same shame.
The Pain will remain, 
The Hurt forevermore, 
The Love to think nothing of, 
And the Hate I will adore.
I dread these things forevermore
yes there are three of us, that makes a company
that day when it is about to rain, but doesn't
we are three ..
wearing white and i am the bad one wishing death
for the other one that we do not like to be with us
but will always be a part of us despite our deep dislike, it is the truth
that death-wish that is there but we do not like to admit it is there
speaking, singing, teasing, taunting
and no matter how we silence it with our handkerchief
they all speak
louder
singer wildly
teasing
badly
yes we are watching the burial of a death that comes true we are silent
do we have the same mutual wish for each other..? 
i am sure... i do not wish to be the bad one forever.

Darkness of the night

Even sunshine may fade
as time does progress
falling victim to the ever straining
product of stress
Hearts may faint
dreams will give out
Trouble stirs
in the question of doubt
Eyes may turn
in a fear of the dark
cringing out memories
of the initial spark
The spark that had
begun this impassioned flame
fueled by the heart
but beautified by the dame
Oh to only hit a note
that will forever sound
catching a rhythmic pattern
that has yet to be found
For the song in the making
has begun its aching
in a sense that untold feelings
are now awaking
Dread may have the upper hand
as the cards are played
but little does the dealer know
that the victims are not afraid
No, they take the stance
continuing the advance
in a search for
the art of true romance
For the day has just begun
on the journey ahead
step by step
by their hearts they are lead
For sunshine may not always appear
to be the source of light
but relies on the moon's memories
in the darkness of the night

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.