Night Comes to Life

“Come on, pull harder!”

The other goblins shout to me

As we hold on to our friend

One holding the other, not touching the pages

Afraid to fall back inside

Pulling him out of the book

“Pull, pull, pull!”

And when we’re all out

Ha, what wild things we do

We break, we scream

We infect everything with sticky green

We laugh our hearts out, we jump!

A mess is our talent!

And the light chases us away

With the sound of the awakening

We run and trip and fall

And jump, all of us together

Back to the pages

Back inside;

To our world

Mine Ace Youthful Aphrodite

Bring me my plate of sushi, dear

And let me love you more

No, I’d love you still without it, so much

Just a bit less

Stomach full, time to play

So come learn the rules, dear

And let us see who wins

Well, tired now, my moon is up

Go to sleep, dear

Let your dreams carry you away

Now that dreams stopped deceiving you, and are over

Let us go dance, dear

Dance to the music of our own desires

And after our legs tire

Let us drink, dear

Raise a glass to everything that can be raised a glass to

For us!

And when our heads are heavy with dizziness

Let us talk and open our hearts, dear;

Talk of our philosophies, wishes, memories and ideal dreams

Later, after no words are left to say

And our moon rises again

Let us dream once more, dear

A common dream for me and you

Next day, when the sun shines us back to reality

Let us adventure, dear

And do and go through all that we want

The laughs, the smiles, the cries, the heat of our hearts …

I Choose

You !

You are more than my lover

You are more than my friend

You are more than anything that exists and maybe exists not

You are… and will always be… my one and only

Mine

Ace

Youthful

Aphrodite

Marketplace

The little kid down he went

To see the marketplace

Where different flavors grew

And he saw the different kinds

And learned each object

What it meant

Friend, is he who guides you to the end

With you

sails across the sea, in good weather and bad.

Lover is one that holds you back not at all

But who helps you to your dreams

And he being one of them too.

Time is sensed until you change form

Time is not the same to all, a minute can be his two.

Addiction is there in many flavors he saw

Even the rotten sometimes, addiction is there.

Let the wise think

And the dumb talk

Or let it be the other way around, for human behavior is a weirdo.

The tired goes to sleep, no need to rush,

No need to climb cliffs if your body says no.

There were beliefs; beings, meanings, life and what not

 And there was science and philosophy

Where the light found out about the stars.

And a smile made the day

A fish swam until it was caught

He was smart,

after “smart” was defined and compared to him

And a book we read, a new adventure through we went

And an unmoving chapter makes a story boring

A bark of a cat

A bark of a dog

To see the unseen

To pay for the items

All this happened in the marketplace

Where many different flavors grew

And a little kid wrote this all

For us to read; me and you

Sad Violin’s Comfort

What is it with bad mood

That everyone is so much addicted to it

It is the drugs we cannot stop taking

And when a long time passes without it

We suddenly go mad, and break wildly

Love, loss, loneliness …

Let the wounds bleed,

and all that poisonous blood pour out

You only lose what you feel you lost

You only love what you can hate

You feel lonely when you are not whole with yourself

The moment when you enjoy the pain

The moment of unwanted discoveries

The moment of undesired thinking

When thorns grow in a flowery field

you’ve been working in for long

And it just keeps you back

Wasting your time and ruining the flowers

Or, when you forget a rotten tomato for a long time

Without throwing it away, or taking care of it

And the smell becomes unbearable

Let the poets tell of their depression with words

The singers with songs

And the others in what other way they relate to

And let meanings speak

and feelings play us like stringed puppets

Let the body become immune to it all

And used to this darkness, accepting it

Trying to change its form

and the violin plays a sad song …  

Song of Death

Come bitches, I offer my body as bate

My own blood

Waiting for them in this endless night

Light turned on, waiting for a shadow to appear

And when it comes, I shall help it to its death

I’m sick of its bites, leaving its marks for all to see its triumphs

Awakening the phantoms within

The rage of a peaceful creature

Eyes of the sleepless

Heavy as heavy can ever be

So come, bitches, I offer my own tasty blood!

Come, so I can help you to your eternal sleep

And sing you the song of death  

(Damned mosquitoes) 

My Sweet Sweet Luna

Rise for me Luna

My light of imagination

I don’t know why

I don’t know when

But you became the bringer of fantasy, the bringer of memories

Tell me what creatures you know of

so I’ll make ideas shaped in their metaphoric image

It is true I believe not in them,

but their image is useful

High on fantasy, drunk out of reality

Too realistic in reality

Aware of the difference, and aware of my game

I ware not signs of my religions, or

supernatural beings belonging to my beliefs

for I have none other than those already in existence

Rise for me Luna

And let the howls rise

And the screams alight

And forms change

And the monsters become wild

Rise for me Luna

Light of my precious imagination

Give me a kiss of creativity

And carry me away on your ship of fantasies

I tell you this my dear sweet sweet Luna

If you were a story

You would have been a good story

Magical Ink

What kind of ink does your love use?

What is this ink that can’t get erased?

What kind of trickery, what kind of madness?!

Pages remain full of words stained with this special ink

Scratches hide the written words

But they remain

I just have to remember not to open on previous pages

Where words are lost with ink

Where the stains of unclear ink is all that can be seen

No meaning behind it, just the pains of it all

Laughter, friends, adventures

and all the things that are loved to be enjoyed

They know how to burn some pages

But ink stained the pages

Forgotten ink

And all these good things

Try to burn the stained pages

And the flames are the hope reflected in my eyes

They warm you in cold nights

Promising Dream

The fire in your eyes

those that light my heart

The red promise of your lips

the same promised by my dreams

The touch, the brush, the smell

All those words that want to speak and be set free

Love is maybe forgotten

not believed to be true anymore

but we can bring it back

we can bring it back

We can unite under the same heartbeat

to dream under the dancing stars

to swim in a lonely sea

to let everyday be first day in love

every kiss, first kiss

And hand in hand walk the wonders of the world

Breathing the different scents

Laughing the same laughs, smiling the same smiles

Facing the same dangers, the same pains

But every day will end, with us gazing in the other’s eyes

Uttering those three words that are the only thing that matters

The orange rays, reflected from the blue sea

The trees’ green fading away

The night takes over, and so do our dreams

From your eyes, I cannot take mine off

I smile, brush your chin gently

Then... burn of the lips

And the forest listens with joy

Only one heartbeat

“I love you”

  

Window Speaking

The waves of the sea dancing
to the crowd of yellow flowers along the shore
No wind rushing, a good day for fishing
The window of my home
speaks true and beautiful words
Sky as clear as my thoughts
Sun as warm as my blood
A cat holding its child in its mouth
(the one that was lost yesterday, and I returned back to its home)
Dogs barking, declaring themselves, the masters of their territory
(not to mention my grandmother's rooster shouting, overcoming all other barks)
What a view my home's window has to offer
What a beautiful day outside
But I have to stay inside, homework to do
But like always, I come to ask myself, really, do I?

Dark Sun

Walking through the tunnels of her beauty

I can hate her, but love her more

Her image is horror, the thing I fear the most

Where she steps roses grow, and thorns cut through

She is the sun that knows how to turn my world dark

Words she speaks are the poison my body cannot fight

This death creeper in my mind, is soothing …

The violin plays for me and her, I don’t know who plays

I can’t see who dances near, I see only shades

They can be real, or maybe they are not,

But it matters not at all

The violin plays unheard music

And we dance

Yes, we do, I look her in the eyes

But I see through them

I reach my hand to touch her, but mist fades

I stand alone in this graveyard

Where all that was, is now buried under the soil

Hiding, acting dead, waiting to haunt me down

We humans fear the things that should not exist

They follow me, and I run, sweating !

Night is in control ...

A fading torch in my hand, is all that guides me

But the night is cold, and they being not human, don’t tire

I run and sweat, they will never leave me

It is only time until they catch me …

Until they take me too, where things are buried

And I will join them

And I will rest then, and be free …

Bala Esem

Sho bet5abes 7ake

Play with me a game with no rules

And let the saint be bad and the demon be good

Or let them be who they are, w t5abesesh 7ake

Let the radical people rule the world, and change it

And the rest live the world they shaped

Afkar afkar afkar, wa7ad benjan, 7ata ljonon yseer l7a2e2a

Drunkenness and dreaming are my strongest enemies even though I desire them

They are the only weapons that can break through the shields and walls of my mind

Blacksmith, fire, yes, chains, make the material stronger!

Sanity has left me long time ago, or it left the world and remained with thee

When flowery rivers flow, uttering the lovers name, reflecting thy beauty

Sot lnay, naseem lba7ar, all the things that calm the wild waves

Or is it the rage, and shouts, or is it both

Hat efham lnas

Sometimes people just cannot differ between subjective and objective

And start uttering worthless words decorated with shit

(this idea is also subjective)

And let us speak of divinity and plans, aha, adaseyet l7aya

Really?! I mean look around you, watch the world and learn, again, really?!

Nas 3al2ane bel made mesh 3arfe tetla3 meno

The way I see it, a long unmoving chapter makes a stupid book

(Subjective again, judge me not), ra7 ajareb ade ba2dar a7kom 3alek ha2al eshe

Madamo kol eshe ente mara2to howe ele 3emlak esh ente,

w2ay eshe tane kan be3melak bane2adam tane

Life is full of options, sometime you have a choice;

Choosing between living or dying while living (depression)

Remember the armory, the strength of the mental

And a howl made my day

They call me in the night, you see

I follow them in my dreams

But the thing about dreams if they come true

They would be dreams no more

Ro7 efham

And the thorns grow sometimes in the flowery fields

And I lose myself, and I hate this season

But are the thorns not part of the field as well?

I try to cut them, but I can’t, because it is not truly so

You see you can hide things, but not kill them

Nothing actually dies, things just change form

Oltelak roo7 efham,

bas yalla mesh mohem hat nerfa3 kas la kol eshe momken yenrafa3lo kas

The shadows grant me peace

And sometimes it is the light

And there’s a lot in between

But darkness knows how to rule me

And shadows of reality, Oo, leshya2 ele bte3mele eyaha

Sometimes it is easier to merge within the stream

Than go against it

Hay lama bedkash shwayet mo3’amara lazeze wbetkon ta3ban

Mesh 3’alat , mesh 3’alat, 7asab esh bedak

Well, the objective world is built of one truth

Alongside the human subjective world which is build of many lies put together

So let the world live its lie, and let me live mine

Let time name me, and let the wind carry me

And my legs aid me in getting carried faster or slower

Fa hat efham, ana bala esem ya 3ame

Daye3 be hada l3alam lmota3’ayer, mesh 3aref sho bede

And… ar, a Change of Heart … 

Hide and Seek

Flowery ashes decorating her dress

The unwanted satisfying pain

I want to run, but I cannot stop watching

Heart took control

The shouts are not enough, any other beauty is dead

Her flowery dress of thorns is feeding my vision

And  the shadows are  comforting comparing to her touch

If I had the strength I would have told it all

I would have told her

How her beauty had outcast all others’

How her smile made the room spin with joy

How I only saw her in an empty world

How her touch made me shiver with excitement 

How her voice was building a meaning which took over my life

A dream kills me, again and again

You can’t forget, you can only try to hide it

Overcome with satisfying unwanted feelings

This water is dust in my mouth

A promise that will not come true

What can I do, how can you run
from something that exists only in your mind

I am the only one who can help myself

I am the only one who understands me

Please, just help me find a good hiding place

A  good hiding place, I cannot seek again …

Young Night

Don’t go to sleep this night, sweet one

There are feelings that want to speak

Shores of flowery sea

carrying my words of true and honest meanings.

When I want to think of all the idol things

Only one face appears,

only two eyes that match yours perfectly.

So don’t go to sleep, sweet one

The night is still young

Let it bring us together, under the same heartbeat

Let it compose a masterpiece

Making the crowd’s skin shiver with excitement.

Stay awake, sweet one

The night is still young

But if you are truly sleepy

You can lay your head on my chest

For it is already preserved

 only for you

The Table In Front of Me

I try to be as realistic as much I can

Yet, then find escape in imagination

I sit down, my readings in front of me

A paper with my writings and some drawing

A bottle of wine which I took from work

The red liquid slips, burning, down my throat

Clearing my mind, calming the waves

And a song I listen to

Swallowing me deeper in the mood that I already drowned in

Fragments of thoughts jump from a fortress to another

I open my mouth and place the traditional food in my mouth;

Food my grandmother made, back home

Memories, wishes and analysis, cannot leave, their freedom exceeds the limits

I am realistic, and I know that I sit in front of the table

And the rest of my imagination is just fantasy

Red burning flame slips inside

I write and draw

Time moves … I take another sip

Sun Goes to Sleep

The sun goes to sleep

And my dreams start to breathe

Voices in my head, become heard by mine ears

Shades of them figures of fantasy become solid shapes

And songs erupt, real songs surrounded by the shadows

And carried with the crew to wishes… to far lands

And the darkness speaks words of truth, words I want to hear

And I sleep soundly

My dreams take the shape of the voices

I heard before I went to bed, in the shadows

They promise, they are words I want to hear

They give me life

My mind tries not to wake

Enemy? Friend?

And so the wars went on,
lands, money, thoughts, lies ...

And so it came to be
that the two nations, following commands, fought fiercely ...

And so it came to be that the clouds
didn't hide the light of the sun this time ...

and a soldier stood above
a dying enemy
their eyes met for the first time
and the living soldier saw in the other's dying eyes
someone who could have been his friend
the dying one smiled in acknowledgement
as his last heartbeats faded away, with the light in his eyes ...

And so, the clouds did not hide the light of the sun this time ...
And the living soldier dropped his weapon
He did not expect to lose
a friend