The Truth

14 12 2010

The people are in the dark being blind racists, blind followers, blind receivers, passive and only attacking when they touch anything and believe anything they’re told about an enemy or friend, being nothing but primal blood-line animals, afraid of talking about something head-on and facing the truth (hence our “لف و دوران” habit), sticking to eachother in fear in a cave being pushed and poked like sheep.

That, sir, is already biting the country’s butt, and our country is already a lost loser, composed of the blind and the ignored, just like a good article will be ignored by almost everyone and though it would have an impact and a HUGE potential of doing something, it will change nothing; and Jordan loses.

Art is muted by the people,

the people are filled with fear by the muter,

the muter is filled with fear by its paranoia and lack of judgement/confidence/honesty,

let nothing change.





Parents

7 09 2010

ballesh sabaa7ak nakad wo 5ara

fish til3ab roo7 ishtaghel

.

3ajabak ma 3ajabek inta zay ma bidna

.

ballesh sabaa7ak ma te3mal ishi

maafi tishtaghel roo7 odros

.

3ajabak ma 3ajabak inta zay ma bidna

.

bala fann bala battee5

odros wo moot wara maktab

.

3ajabak ma 3ajabek inta zay ma bidna

.

fann ma fann 7aki faadi

roo7 dayye3 wa2tak ma ti3mal ishi

.

7ayaatak 7ayaati i3mal zayyi

.

odros tjawwaz wo moot

haadi 7ayaatak

.

3ajabak ma 3ajabak mish faarga ma3i





What Can’t be Undone

29 05 2010

 Awareness, of course now you know exactly what they mean when they say you’re still young, don’t waste yourself away.

Maybe it’s already too late, what’s broken can’t be fixed the same way.

What’s defiled can’t be revived.

What’s discovered can’t be recovered.

What passion remains is of diggings in my past.

What passion grows draws on truth.

What passion died is imagination detained.

Once truth of it is known, it remains in the back of your head. Returning at whim to chop you away.

Yet I regret nothing.

I am a bundle of theories, abundance of misery, a cradle of passion, an instinctive action, a predictable landmark, a striking scar, a dying breed, an old man’s soul, a drained body of bones, a jury adjourned, a petty return, a god in an urn, a pet in a sewer.

That’s how you are meant to become.

That’s what you are supposed to be.

A disorder, bipolar yet biased.

David killed by Goliath.

A hero untold.

A story unconcerned.

A bloodless container.

A repairable human.

A passionless thing.

A freightened being thrown in line…

Only for your sake…

Not mine.





IlAbdA

16 05 2010

Get into the escape pod, away from the motherload

Around the fortress, which all wish explodes

.

It spawns the greedy needy bastards and technology

It spawns biebers and hiltons and bourgeoisie

.

OH GOLLY RUN HERE COME THE COMMON

I SEE ME ARSE AS GOD AND THEY’RE SLAVES

.

Lest them adapt and we shall have more money for cunts

Shall I be wise or shall I let the worthless keep count

.

Oh lets waste time and life on shits and beamers

Come to my fortress where it’s cheap but cleaner

.

.

.

Better pissed off than pissed on

Rise against, take the leech on





iBroke

8 05 2010

20.5.3.8.14.15.12.15.7.25

18.9.16.19

25.15.21

15.6.6

Stable version has been completed, now run in circles til you’re drained

It’s all easy to be done, but constant flow must be maintained

For me and me alone, follow us all and be a drone

The soil let us enroot, now go once we throw you a bone

.

Dependency disorder is glamour for you.

Gore in life is reasoned behind you.





Minilomania

2 05 2010

Dominate me

Give me meaning

Move me

I’m unworthy

.

Give me a reason

Give me a reason

Give me a reason

.

Simpleton

Ordinary

Give me more

Extraordinary

.

Make me think

Make me think

Make me think

.

Break down

Convince me

Make reason

disappear

.

Give back my lower purpose

Take all my power

Give back my lower purpose

Take my control

Give back my lower purpose

Take my energy

Give back my lowly purpose

Take my soul away

Give back my broken purpose





Stop

29 04 2010

All is mine for the saving

All is mine for the  fucking

All in mind for now

Except for me, all are cows

.

Plug me in and I’ll resist

Pull it out when I exist

Hint to souls for a while

Throw me off for a mile

.

Beloved scars of life

Shameful heart of mine

Loving spite and truth

Hateful of life and proof

.

Let it be, soon it’ll be

My mind  asking, not understanding

.

Make it stop…

Make it stop…

Make it stop…

Make me stop…

.

Come to a rope to pull down

Attack love of falls and crowns

Not to rule but to sink below

Distract myself with lives, so hollow

.

Make it stop…

Make it stop…

Make it stop…

Make me stop…

Make me stop….

Make me stop…

Make me stop…

make me stop…

make…

me…

stop…!








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