life is complicated and humans are more complicated than life itself

alone

spotlight

Floating on a blue boat, swinging right and left
Seeking for a past that I have left
or some kind of present or what‘s left…
Here come the shadows that I have always felt
Here I come in these shadows…
Yes…
I walk eyes closed
They walk…
I talk mouth shut
They talk…
I write with a dry pen
They write…
What’s left of me is a reflection of what is lost
Floating on a red boat, swinging up and down
Red nose and every detail to be a clown
Miming with white hands, smiling with dry lips
Silence is the new alphabet
Tears are the new ink
and music…remains the honest act
Yes…

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"i feel the pulse of my heart in the veins of my brain"

“Misery motivates, not utopia”

Dry rain under the pillow

Music…heartbeats…smoking…heartbeats…reason…seasons…no reason…old seasons…no fusion…conclusion…conclusions…music…fantasies…
..Not to be continued

landscape

unplugged

the wind blew under my skin
wraping me with a thousand sin
melodies stabbed me with every single note
forced me to crawl in that alienated role
the smell on my bed tied me up
to a lost present and springless seasons
as the clouds took their shapes
and the ships chose to veil
emptiness ruled…

echoes

possibilities

It is a restless moment

She has kept her head lowered,to give him a chance to come closer.

But he could not, for lack of courage

She turns and walks away.That era has passed

Nothing that belonged to it exists any more

He remembers those vanished years

As though looking through a dusty window pane

the past is something he could see, but not touch

And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct..

-i have a liturgy question
-i hope i know how to answer
what’s between the old testament and the new one
it's so radical
old and new
-in between? i guess some thinking
-maybe a "pose for smoking"
-lots and lots of smoking
it was just a waiting period. till someone sane comes
-and what are we still waiting for
-till we stop becoming insane
-to enter the no time and space cage...
the so called hot death
the so cold cup of black wine
glass is more poetic
-we tend to describe what is mysterious to us as black or dark.... why so?
-black is not dark
this is human classification due to psychological subjective reflexion
black is what it's in everyone's head
when you close your eyes you see black
black is the next level
-black is your vision
-the only time you truly look at yourself is when you close your eyes
you see black
-we're waiting for answers, we might never get they're there. we're just ... human!
-waiting is the slowest way to die
-exactly
-patience is safe. waiting is shame
-humans are intelligent they invent vocabulary that replace the ignorance they live in, they search for words to explain the result of their ignorance…sometimes I feel ashamed to be part of this race…I just want to quit this playground
-sometimes it helps to determine things
if you dont want to hear "answers", then why ask questions....
-a question can always be a conclusion
-a question is just another bad day
-you have to look at body language
-yes because words betray
-all the time
-all the time
-every letter is another stone in the big wall of opacity
-another atom
-you know i look sometimes at society
and the city life
the movement
it's like we are atoms moving in a system...
and the system is eternal but the atoms reproduce
just to keep the bigger system alive
-"we create a system, yield to it and then spend our lives crying on someone else's shoulder wanting to get out of it"
-we are all the atoms...so individuals have nothing in hand
-nature does

i can't sleep

كيف يعني هيك

ركدت الغيوم و تخبِت بجسمي
تركت برد و سئعا
و بالكاد اكتب اسمي
هيدا انا آعد بالعتمي
مخبَا حالي بفكرة
مش عم تطلع من تمِي
بكرا بيخلص الوقت
و بيسقط الاْلم بالنسيان
شايف حالي لحالي
حامل قلم نشَف حبرو على درج الزمان

compliments

' we sit and we sigh
and nothing gets done
so right, so clued up
we just get old

and all the while
been torn asunder
nicotine
and bacteria

what are we coming to
what are we gonna do? '

- bloc party

R.I.P

ليلة شتي

عبَق على قلبي نور العقل
وداء على خلقي وسع الشمل
على فكرة مني موجود اذا حدا سأل
أفكاري برداني
ناطرة اليوم التاني
كلُن حوليِ و ما حدا معي
دمعة بقيت جوا
بليلة ما وقَف فيها الشتي
أفكاري برداني
ناطر عين تشوفا
و ايد تنمد و ترعاني

subjective equations

reality makes life silly
emotions make life sad
cold makes life, life
depressions make it slow
happiness makes it an hypocrite
sleeping makes it a rehearsal for death
breathing makes it a countdown clock
smoking makes it a matter of possibilities
god makes a chaotic formula
friends make it impossible
lovers make it
this moment makes it a statue
this moment makes it a funeral
the moment makes it trustful
enough……

INCULPET DIEU

Si Dieu est bon, je le croiserai,
Et ferai la sieste sur son cœur…
Si Dieu est bon, je le croirai.
…Ce n’est SURTOUT pas de ma fosse
Si, dans le piège, les gens tombes,
Dans l’obscurité déi croire…,
Et Dieu ne pas vouloir le voir

after all

« La terre est bleue comme une

orange »

5...4...3...2...1............

tic tac
it's a new week
brings back
the face of the weak
the paranoia climbed to its peek
no mistakes
color and sound
sound and color
numb for some time
maybe an hour
don’t look at me
never at her
Spot light
Spot night
Stop…