Sunday, June 20, 2010

يريدونها سلمية
يجبرون دماءهم المراقة على غزو جسدى
يمجدون التغيير و يلعنوه ألف مرة
استسبق الاحداث
ارفض
ابحث عن حريتى قبل كل شىء
تعنيهم اسبابى و يفشلون فى استيعابها
العن
فتشوه الوجود أوله الاستسلام

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

إلتقاء الأرواح

لم يقتصر بحثى الدائم عنك على القصائد و الروايات
فهو يمتد إلى الصحف اليومية
و تداخل الأصوات
فى الأحجار الكريمة
فى غرف الانتظار
فى كتب القانون و السياسة و المدونات
حتى أوراق الشجر
لم تسلم من محاولتى العثور عليك فى كل الأشياء

Monday, June 14, 2010

Silence

I concentrated on day dreaming those working hours away.

I remember you and how you function.

I still insist that doing nothing counts as an activity, a worth doing activity.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

إدعاء الثورة

فشلت كل محاولاتى لإيمانى بقدرٍ سواك
انهيت تساؤلاتى الدائمة حول مصير العالم
فلتذهب البشرية للجحيم
لتحل الفوضى
فبقاؤنا هنا قليل

Monday, June 7, 2010

Growing

I wear prints, all sorts of prints.
I'm very loud and I cuse often.
I lose attention easily.
I cry for very good reasons that I can't vocalize.
I talk before I think.
I'm vain.
I can't stand my family sometimes.
I get nervous break downs.
I like appreciation.
I like red nail polish.
I like sotires, listened and told all the same.
And you,
You are distant and quiet and I can do nothing about it.
You are what you say you are.
You take decisions and take them back regularly.
You speak your mind when it doesn't make sense.
You worry too much.
You think too much.
You need things told more than twice before you can actually listen or process them.
Your family gets on your nerves and you do nothing about it.
But that's ok,
All of it,
Isn't it?

Sunday, May 30, 2010

كل يوم

فأنا لااتأثر بتفاصيل الحياة اليومية
التى من شأنها إثارة أعصاب الجماد من حدتها
كل ما يثير سخطى و عدم رضائى عن طريقة سير الأحداث هو عدم وجودك اللحظى عندما أشتاق إليك
هو عدم مباتك كل ليلة بجوارى
هو عدم مثولى أمام محكمتك العادلة بل محكمة الذين لايعقلون
فما يثير سخطى ليس الفعل و لكن عدمه

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Damage Control

But what should one do to protect another aganist the routin that keeps attracting a self into what's acceptable or normal (conformity)?
what should I be doing negative to the wheels of life that keep grinding you into (form) until you shall no longer exist like I know you, like I love you.
And you?
What would you be able to do that could counter all the aggressivness the world throws at me, all the hate and repulsion.
Our weapons, are they strong enough?
Will they last long enough?
Maybe, just maybe, if you contained me and I contained you we'd make it through.
We would define ourselves within our world(s).
If you will stand next to me,
I will stand next to you.
Aganist all norms.
I promise.