Tempted by
the night, the silence, the moaning wolf inside him (eager to create)
I hereby
give up to the desire...The ultimate one, I write again my thoughts, knowing
that they are foolish, yet I write & keep on writing, that is what I
can.
Once somebody
wise told me that the legacy whatever it was could compensate for the eagerness
to reproduce, one can have a child of his flesh…or … of his pen; mind, ideas
and this could bring him what he wants.
So I sit
again
one more time
one more battle
one more time
one more battle
With me she
is…the date of every night…the flame of my cigarette , drawing life out of me
and gaining its own, blessed by the breeze of the dawn, I write, I remember.
It is true
that we all are born actors, we act, I guess that makes us different from
animals, they don’t act, I guess till humans teach them to
We act to
hide our ugliness and we succeed, we believe each other … we don’t really
interpret the amount of lies in this world and when we do, when we cross to the
other side. It is hell, I did so… I crossed their once, to the other side of
the truth, I fell around the tip of the horizon like Magellan, and when I came
back, I kept seeing things the way they are, this is very painful, you cannot
live again as if you didn’t see, it turns you from someone into something else…
how could you ever trust again? … How could you ever believe the human nature? Full
of deceive and harm!!
Simply you can’t, you never will.
Trust … a
mirage, a castle built in the sand, a name that could turn meaningless in
seconds.
Sometimes
too much of information is harmful and we should stay a little pit ignorant, or
we should have enough flexibility to be real hypocrites, which is success …
that is the wisdom of having no wisdom.
No morals
No ambition
at least true one
A siege of
your brain activity, a blame to the commonsense of things.
One more battle to lose my dear friend
The WHY
Everlasting
question of agony
Dreaming
awake
sleeping with hate
sleeping with hate
Acting so
fake
For what’s
sake
Would you
take?
A word
of a snake!
كالأمم و المؤسسات الانسان يكون
قوى فقط بجبهته الداخلية و الناظر الى تاريخ الامم التى سادت ما استطاعت ان تسود و فى داخلها نزاع الا بعد ان قضت عليه و وحدت جهودها
قوى فقط بجبهته الداخلية و الناظر الى تاريخ الامم التى سادت ما استطاعت ان تسود و فى داخلها نزاع الا بعد ان قضت عليه و وحدت جهودها
كذلك الانسان و كذلك بصفة اخص
الرجل
و هذا هو النافاراى الحق
Nava ray
A Nava ray doesn’t feel pain, for there is no pain
A Nava ray doesn’t feel hunger, for there is no hunger
A Nava ray doesn’t see women, for they don’t exist
A Nava ray doesn’t bend the spoon, for there is no spoon
A Nava ray can fly, can reshape the laws of physics, he himself is the
physics
I am a Nava ray
Born as one
Raised as none
Seduced by the dark side of life
Crossed to the other side
Returned as peaceful warrior
And a peaceful warrior I am
I tolerate no despair for despair is my middle name, I know no defeat
for defeat is only by my death, I shall despise any weakness I have or had or
would have, for I have chosen the path of no return.
So I will not bargain
for my soul, I will not sell it to the demons, I will return to the ultimate
source of wisdom.
مجرد المعرفة قد تقتل
رؤية كل هذا القبح
أن تلمسه بيديك و أن تشم أنفاسه المقززة
كل هذا الشر
الغباء
ثم يطالبونك بأن تعامل البشر
يطالبونك بأن تتغابى أكثر
رؤية كل هذا القبح
أن تلمسه بيديك و أن تشم أنفاسه المقززة
كل هذا الشر
الغباء
ثم يطالبونك بأن تعامل البشر
يطالبونك بأن تتغابى أكثر
فلتبتسم فى داخلك ساخرا و لتلذ
بالبارانويا اذن
اسخر من ضعفهم البشرى و من ذلك
اللهاث الغبى خلف العاطفة العمياء البلهاء
النافاراى
لا يكترث
بالضعف
بالمرأة
المال
البرد
الجوع
الألم
الخوف
اليأس
لا يكترث
بالضعف
بالمرأة
المال
البرد
الجوع
الألم
الخوف
اليأس
النافارى
فقط........يكون
العبور يكلفك الكثير
يكلفك ان ترى
ان تفتح عيناك
يكلفك ان تعلم
وحين تعلم
ترى القبح
ترى التجارة بكل شىء
من يتاجر بالدين و من يتاجر بالألم و من يتاجر بالمثل العليا و من يتاجر بالحرية و من يتاجر بالجمال و من يتاجر بالذكاء
يكلفك ان ترى
ان تفتح عيناك
يكلفك ان تعلم
وحين تعلم
ترى القبح
ترى التجارة بكل شىء
من يتاجر بالدين و من يتاجر بالألم و من يتاجر بالمثل العليا و من يتاجر بالحرية و من يتاجر بالجمال و من يتاجر بالذكاء
ترى وجوها لم تكن حقا تراها مع
انك كنت تراها كل يوم
العبور يكلفك احيانا
عقلك
A human mind and its boundaries, capacities and endurance that keep on
amazing me, yet the limits are still there
The ability to go to the other side and return to tell the tale is
hardly present and if present it could be easily masked again by Hippocratic
pollution , irony from others and finally your own enlightened mind… for the
mind defends his owner sometimes with insanity,
Insanity a wide range of unreasonable way of thinking, we all fall
within, but in which darkness you can only hold on to the fine rope of insight,
the wisdom you couldn’t ignore, the ultimate source, the creator, ALLAH .
Insight the only clue you could possibly get back from the forbidden
land, the oldest question…why.
So keep asking why before you ask when and how and who
Ask why
Even if they called you crazy, we already know that
And trust
Again trust
Trust no human
Trust you, your senses, your feelings, your instinct, your conscious,
subconscious, small fade things in your spinal cord that tells you something is
wrong, the music is not playing right
And beware for in a hostile
territory you will rarely find allies
And life my friend for a man trying to open his eyes is a hostile
territory
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The ones who cross are probably the weakest, that is why they cross, and
then they choose whether or not to keep on track… so you touch the full depth
first
Only then you can decide where to go. You either take the blue bill or
the red bill
You can be a Nava ray or a normal man with the mild ambitions and the
short hand.
Just remember nothing is coincidental.
Till we meet again
