The Caller: poems

Fools in command

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:02:00 GMT

In a four x four room…In a cold lonely night

After babies have slept....And all seem quiet

I turn to a screen, of a pale gray picture

Hoping for a distraction, a laugh…a lame lecture

A song plays old, of faraway pains

Blood and wounds…An image of rage

They tell a story of a kid, a father…a land that once belonged

To a distant meaning of humanity. It had a story of some killings

A thousand scar and a forbidden Surrender to the other side

Any side…any tide, even an end…a closure

They play tunes and sing songs…To tell the story to which it belongs

As if it’s news…a form of legacy, yet, it’s not forgotten…abandoned…but,

It’s painful hearing those words, I know the story…stop those swords

My heart is aching as I lay still in bed Listening to vibes…not moving instead

Those tears are chocking me…I can’t breathe anymore

I can’t move a muscle or walk out that door

I want to shield those people from bullets and fire

I want to fly away to demolish that invasive desire

But, I’ll grab a tissue for now…and wipe away my tears

The chocking won’t relief or shut away my fears

Maybe I need to learn about aiming and shooting

Maybe a song will be written, someday to mourn my land

That day a picture of men I knew will make it to the stands

That day I’ll hold the gun and lend a hand and pay my dues

Like every other person in this land of fools

As fools repeat every sin again, again and again

A closed dumb circle of misery and pain

A blind justice rules and verdicts are all the same

More hurt, more loss, more agony and strain

I am still in bed…holding those tissues

Tearing them into a million tears

I won't handle the lot anymore

I'll throw them in a basket…change the channel

Shut a window….the door and a heart that' sore

Will wait for the words of fools

And fools in command

Although...I know...I'll never understand

Never understand

I still love because...

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 22:46:00 GMT

I still love because

I can't get enough of that fresh smile

Of my child, a girl sprinkling roses down an isle

The welcome notes in my mail

A star that shines then leaves no trail

I still love because

When it glooms after each injustice

A simple, small yet touching act of kindness

Wares off any tear or pain

I realize the greatness in every grain

I still love because

No matter your hand is in mine

Or I strive for a glance of your wine

You fill my soul…my all

I see your heart and how you stand tall

I still love because

A tune that echoes up to the moon

How wind draws circles on every dune

How hearts are attached to a mighty presence

Whether they forget or it fills their senses

I still love because

Love is all that was

All that comes…All there is

When humans hide…love would find

Their hearts and a perfect path to slide

And opens a door or gates

To sprinkle a hope and dreams

I still love because

A laugh amongst friends and pals

A hug to borrow …understanding that lasts

The merry holiday and a wide green land

The water falls and how in a pawn it rests

I still love and no reason why

I must still love

I just still love

For the Love of the Game

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 21:37:00 GMT

For the love of the game...
you aim
reclaim
ur right to be hot again
you gaze
amaze
and slowly say a name
you thrive adrenaline
commit a lie or ten
sooth
act smooth
try to loose
senses are no longer the same

All, for the love of the game

For the love of the game
remain
soft and sweet
in vein
won't admit defeat
again
struggle to prove
insane
and u won't move
give more?!
won't do any good
hey, score
and indulge the flood
allow
every caress and sigh
show how
love makin' is high
a bow
a laugh
a cry
ashamed?!
burn and dry
and try
and try
and try
Just for the love of the game!

ع الماشى

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 10:08:00 GMT

قعدة حلوة ودردشة

بيض وجبنه وفرفشة

واحدة جامدة مدندشة

حلم تايه فى نغم مقسوم ما بين عجز روح وكلبشة

ع القهوة جابوا سيرة الزحام

خبر اعتقال وميت مقال

ع القهوة شربوا للكيعان

دى مجزرة ... والواد جعان!

وفى قهوة تانية أُبهة

الواد ده شيك ومنجهة

فاضى فراغ البلالين

مستنى معنى من سنين...طب جوز عينين...سيجارتين...اى توهة مفرقعة

ع الكرسى قاعد للخبر

دولة يمين ومختبر

شاعر حزين حزن النضال

قوة حنين مهما استحال...مهما استحال ، كلمته مولعة

وجع سنان ، وجع قلوب مستوحدة

وجع دماغ من هم فكرة مجهدة

وجع بقاء للاقوى ...مع ان العظام متفتفتة

وجع فراق جوه حضن اللقاء متمسكة

يمين ...شمال...اتجاه غير؟ مش مهم

قوانين طين...معانى هبلة؟ مش مهم

مظلوم؟ مش مهم

محروم؟ مش مهم

حنقضيها حب وكلام يدغدغ القلب؟

ممكن ساعات ، ممكن سنين...ممكن بس!

نجيب جنين؟

نجيب لفين؟؟

مكلوم فى روحك ولا بوحك ولا يمكن ناسى

ان جروحك هى صوتك هى عقلك هى ألمى فى ناسى

زى الورق دايب فى حبر توه كلام احساسى

انا بفضفض ومش عاجبنى....اهم كلمتين وروحين ع الماشى

RED

Mon, 19 May 2008 15:40:00 GMT

It's that color that shades love and death

So alive...fulfilling, no wonder it's a myth

The RED of roses and bleeding palms

regret...forgiveness and the fake of charms

RED roses feed on water drops

they please till the breathing stops

RED eyes fill the air with cries and sorrow

too much sadness...no hope in tomorrow

If RED is love and griefs

If water is food and tears

No wonder my heart cries

No wonder it also bleeds