Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Oh my

This one isn't mine, but i could never write anything as perfect as this even though it is exactly what i mean.

When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.

Translation by Bassam K. Frangieh
and Clementina R. Brown

What happened?

Dear brother,

What may i ask
Is your daily goal?
All this anonymous sex
Does it quench your soul?
Does it boost your ego?
When you awake with a barbie doll
Do you feel any different?
Notice the new hole?
It's where your conscious
Used to stroll
Now it's gone
Please brother, i can't witness the toll

Do you feel loved
By defiling her so
Why everynight
Is it impossible to say no
Can't you stick with one
You won't sink as low

You used to before
Did she fuck you up that bad
You want to take revenge on them all?
But why blame love
Why declare a sex war?
Why sink so low?
Just mend all she tore
Not all of them are the same
How could you be so sure

I would cry for you if i could
But this is all your fault
We warned you it would never be good
That she hasn't changed
That she never would
A slut is always a slut

You never took our advice
Listened to what we said
People wonder why
There are so many ass hole guys
If anyone asks me again
Il show them this
You used to be nice
But now your a dick

Mitsugi saotome

Not a poem but a qoute i found today which really touched me.

"If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life; it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth." Mitsugi Saotome

I wish we could be, i hope one day you understand why.

Saturday, 26 December 2009

Square one?

I'm lost
No sense of direction
Where am i supposed to be
I'm stuck
Time isn't flowing
This is unreal

Days are all the same
They blended together
Can't tell them apart
In a world where everything is different
My souls compass is pointing to naught

Through the fog
The faintest light
Shining through the layers
It comes from upfront
White and clear
It has to be a trap

Its just a torch
And now i'm lost
Can't remember which way i ran
So much for false hope
Getting me stuck
And now i can't find square one

Friday, 25 December 2009

Goodbye

I was drunk
Climbed to the roof
Contemplated the fall
I cried
For an hour or too
Then walked back through the door

I sat
Thought about my life
Why do i suffer so
Its not that bad
Greater than most
Why the fuck cant i cope

I'm here
Sitting at the table
I can see the ceiling move
It's been over two weeks since i saw you
Too long for me to hope
So i drown my sorrows in a bottle
Don't care much to survive
Some days i wish i wake up
Some days i wish i die

Only two people really care
Two people will miss me
My dear old mother
And my best friend for the past two years
I can't just go and leave them
Neither my nephew too
So when contemplating the jump
I cry because of them

Leaving some people this way
Should always be a sin
Is it really that selfish
Or am i just scared

I'm holding on till the 1st
February at most
If my life still sucks
Then goodbye cruel world

Haytch, the greatest friend i could ever ask for

Yesterday i sat down to write a poem
With my laptop on legs
Tried to think of something to say
But my mind went blank

My mind wandered all over
Was it worth coming to this place
Why did i ever leave London
Comming here to egypt
Was a shit to the face

Worst desicion i've ever made
Left my best friend behind
I know that he doesnt need me
Truth is i need him right now

The guy who always gave advice
Drove me through London late at night
The guy who was always there
Solving problems by your side

Our paths crossed very briefly
Two years and a bit since we met
I remember the day you told me
We will be the greatest friends ever

I promise i won't forget you
My best man like i said
I'll always be around
Wish you could promise me the same

Haytch your like a brother
But so much more
Thanks for being there with me
In this short life of mine

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Seasons

Summer

Eternal light
Convulsive heat
The weather i can not stand
The sunny beaches and warms seas
Almost make up for a dry ramadan
The mangos are plentiful
Providing fruitful fandangos
Oh what a glorious place to be
If only we could share it
As you and me

Autumn

The weather cools to a perfet 20
Oh so much easier for me
The skies are clearer and give excuse
To many a wasted night
All that is missing is a partner
To be part of a perfect night
Someone to lay with and watch the sky

Winter
Sun dies out and is only ever bright
Accompanied by many gusts of wind
Start to feel a freezing chill
The loneliness becomes physicall
I can feel the wind
Where you're supposed to be

Spring

The trees start to bloom
The wild awakes
Everything happens in pairs
It makes me sad
Four seasons have passed
And i still haven't got you

Daily routine

6 in the morning
Force myself to wake
Paint on a strong face
Start another grueling day
Ten minutes later im still lying in bed
Thought of you all over my head

6 15 get in the shower
Hot water drenching my head
Try my best to stay sane
Thoughts of you distract me
In every part of my brain
I wish the water was hot enough
To melt them all away

6 30 getting dressed
Can't help but notice, the same thing they all do
All this fat
No wonder you never thought of me
The same way i do of you

6 45
Catch the bus
Hoping to see a friend
Disappointed when they dont show
Defeated i plug in an earpiece

7 on the bus
I fall asleep and dream
Nightmare or dream
Its always the same scene
Everything we could ever be

8 im at uni
In the library or in a lecture
The only thing i can think about is you
Fail half my classes
Do half my work
I've given up on everything including you

Later in the day
Make a plan to break the routine
Lets get this over with
Going to run from the last chance of you and me
As far away as can be
Another country
Another continent
Another existance
Wash, rinse and repeat

Buy a ticket somewhere so far
Go to a place where i cant be found
Hide away for the rest of my life
Still haunted by what we could have been

Thoughts of you will never go
But the chances will
Have a nice life
I'm giving you a gift
Enjoy it without me

Goodbye

Poetry

Poetry is a mystery
The art of systematically
Speaking musically
Expressing emotionally
Everything worldly
So artistically

Its a form of magic
That captures the soul
Causing it to spill
All that it knows
It makes us say
All that we feel
Completely devoid
Of anything unreal

It is the truth
Complete and pure
Mostly things we dont say
And things we wont do

In my case
It's a release of emotion
A way to cure my brain
To ease the comotion
My way to let loose
Cry out to paper
My way to explain
What has got me confused

It started a while ago
As something so small
But it developed recently
Into so much more
I spend half the day
Trying to find the words
The right ones to say
That i love you

Somehow you stole my heart
Left me with no way to impart
And now im afraid that its too late
I waited too long to reveal
I missed my chance
For you to return the love i feel

I missed it and so i won't ask much of you
Just never forget me
Im always going to be here
If you need me
Il try to stay
You will be my reason not to flee
Il be here
I love you

He runs

He runs
dodges the light
Jumping from tree to tree
The shade is not an enemy
He climbs a cliff
Higher and higher so he can see

He finds a crack
Another route to try
Maybe this time he'll escape
He begins his descent
As fast as he can
They can't be fast behind

He hears their dogs
Barking as the catch his scent
He quickens his pace
But he slips
He tumbles down the mountain face
He lies there broken waiting to be finished
He sleeps

He awakens to a voice
Someone calling his name
A saviour from this place
He startles and turns
But only to see them run
A face he can never forget

As he climbs
He sees his pursuers
Dead across the road
He thanks the lord that he is free
Only to hear a bark
Run sir
Run sir
Your problems will never stop