العبور الى الجانب الآخر

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1 am 2-10-2013

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