No Words.....

No words can tell that disgusting tale,

no words can reveal your many ways to fail,

no words can cover the stench of your stale,

no words can describe how cheap was that sale,

no words can my great despise really unveil.

I'm Here

Against the winds I stood tall,

I grew much stronger after all,

it did not break me, it did not maul,

still the angels guard my soul,

I'm here, and I'll never crawl.

Hate........

Hate my mortal weakness,

hate my thoughts of you,

hate my statements soundless,

hate what you force me into.

Hate that pride pointless,

hate all what I knew,

hate my words harmless,

hate all what I only can view.

Hate my mind restless,

hate that truth you skew,

hate that torture endless,

hate that none I can do.

Hate that life aimless,

hate that there's no clue,

hate those questions answerless,

hate myself, and I hate you.

A New Valentine's Day .... A New Love Story ...

So I began the day like any other day, however, it didn't go as usual .... thanks to my good friend and the "better copy of me" Ahmed Khalifa... I checked his blog, and to my suprise he had published another short story that I could not put down until I devoured the very last word .... it's truly amazing what that guy can do with words.... see for yourself .... the following lines are from today's blog post:

"Cold love and Candy boxes

Hi there. It's that time of year again, Valentine's Day, when lovers fan the flames of their passion, Chocolatiers make a fortune, and gift store owners believe in God.

For all the rest who are either unlucky in love or just smart enough to brush off this holiday as just another excuse for stores worldwide to cash in on sentimentality and shaky relationships that need melted chocolate to hold them together (I know that sounds very bitter, well it is), there are other ways to enjoy this day. For example, reading a book or even better, a short story with a timely theme. And that's where I come in.

So I present to you my new short story, COLD. It's a story about love, death, and the coldness in between. It is about a man who meets a woman and then...well you have to read it for yourself to find out. Let's just say, things get chilly.

But if I can be serious for just a moment, I have to say that I love this story. I wrote it a while back, when the idea for it hit me for no apparent reason and I wrote it down in a style (first-person) that up to that point I hadn't used before. Its theme was also something new to me. It is dark, romantic in a twisted way, and above all, haunting. At least I like to think so.

And since this is Valentine's Day after all, the holiday that originated from the story of Saint Valentine, who after being shunned by his loved one cut out his beating heart and sent it to her (now you know where the idea for those Heart-Shaped candy boxes came from), there is no better time to share with you this very dark tale about love. Happy Valentine's Day.

Click here to read the story.

P.S. And especially for you, this Valentine's Day, there is a special treat, hidden within the lines of the tale, find it, click it and read it!"   

Friend you always crack me up with your eternal sarcasim .... so guys, as it stated above, read it and enjoy!

Castles Of Sand .....

Oh I miss those laughing days,

white sands and blue sea upon I gaze,

wind through my hair,warm sun rays,

a perfect place where a child plays.



My bucket filled with pearly sand,

my small shovel in my small hand,

the dreams in my mind so grand,

I begin building what I planned.



A mighty castle overlooking the sea,

high towers expand what my eyes can see,

high walls from rage of the water protects me,

this is where I would live, my home it'll be.



So mean, the waves on shore,

what I have built became no more,

stubborn, I try again, until my arms are sore,

I guess when I fell tired, they won that war.



Oh I miss those days under the yellow sun,

when building sand castles was just for fun,

when I felt no bitterness when the sea the war won,

now, from building things that goes away I'm done.

Breaking The Vicious Circle -Part1: The Slave To The Grind ....

On any given day, one would wake up restless, tired, barely eyes opened, resisting the calls to get back to the pillow, fighting the urge to let the body lay for just a more moments, it seeks warmth and eternal rest but that won't happen today. Crawling away or so it seems, searching for a morning drink that will kick that numbness away, one would finally can join the “living”. Get dressed in a hurry, get into the car or hop on the bus or maybe even catch a train, it's time to join the masses to the new day's quest, or everyday quest it seems, to earn the day's worth in cash.

Sitting at the desk, roaming around the office, working the usual tricks. It is so sickening and boring, all the same routine, that idiot of a boss, that bitch of a customer, that worthless everyday nagging. Like androids, or maybe zombies, each task looks the same, done the same, and when done, it's time for another one to take its place. So the clock ticks and ticks away, to that time, that time when the masses return to their hide-aways, take that ride home, mind in vortex of thoughts, as the traffic keeps that journey to the destination hard.

Keys in the lock, opens that door, drops onto the nearest comfortable piece of furniture, maybe with a dish filled with food that lost it taste from being overused. Distract that mind, must escape that tornado of ideas, so turns on that TV, or meets friends, or maybe surfs that web. Hours will pass, hours will go by, before answering that call again, the call of a body that can no more keep up the woken state, and finally passes out on that bed to end another day with a tasteless night, only to begin another colorless morning.

Monotonic isn't it? Boring isn't it? Described your life? Truth is I described the life of almost anyone who lives on this planet, yeah you're not the only one! Haven't you craved a life that is different? Haven't you wanted that perfect dream that gratifies your soul? Haven't you wished you could see and experience more? Haven't you looked up to that life on the edge, where everything is new and exciting? So with standard issued life, you might wonder....what happened? Where did I go wrong? Questions that will twist and turn into your head, leaving a sharp and distinguished pain you're already too familiar with.

Yes, I've been there too, I've – as Skid Row once masterfully put it- been a slave to the grind; yeah, it had to come from somewhere, how can I know about it unless I lived it. I 'm no genius, I 'm no psychic, and certainly I have not been the most insightful. Truth is, we were shaped, we were molded, to play that role, slaves, just slaves.... and the most funny part about it, is that we cannot see it, we cannot figure it out, ladies and gents, we've been the marionettes of one or many skillful puppeteers. We're here to serve, and unless we really see what's going on behind the curtains, we'll stay as servants.

OK enough with the pleasantries, it's time for me to go nietzschian on your ass; want answers to the questions? Want to go beyond? Want to break free? Then by all means, let us start the exploration of such ill-lived charade.

First of all let us determine why you let life drift you away, let it drag your ass down that vicious circle. OK, we're all humans, and since the beginning of time mankind has been on the quest to find ways not to do work .... say it isn't so, I dare you, I double dare you, I have got so many proofs that I can bury you under one millionth of their worth. Not convinced? Think horse back-riding, the wheel invention, steam engines, cars, trains, planes, all of these were means to replace man's feet in traveling; I know that this argument is without a doubt a very disturbing one, but it's true none-the-less, but do not understand me in a wrong way, I 'm not against finding an easier way to do things, but I 'm however concerned about the effect of these easy ways, yes, there's a price to pay for using these easier means, and I 'm not talking financially nor any other physical effect it has, I 'm simply talking about the effect on the human behavior. Not making sense to you yet? OK, let me spell it out for you, always using the easy way to do things will actually makes you use to the idea, I mean that it will be a habit of yours to go about your problems the easy way..... weird, hah? Not really, if you think about it really, you'll find it's true. So what does that have to do with the problem we have at hand? It's simple really, you go about life choosing not to deal with complicated details that stands between you and that dream of yours, you choose the easy way, which is the way out!!!

But again not all humans behaves the same, some really understand the effect of easier solutions, but however, they use them where there's no harm in using them, I mean that these humans will take the road least traveled in order to preserve their abilities as intelligent beings; yes, sometimes “re-inventing the wheel” has it's benefits, superior understanding of life dynamics is the most crucial one of them. However, some of the humans with these qualities are exploiting that specific choice of fellow humans, to render them willingly and blindly into their slaves. If you think long and deep, there're many examples of those, let me give me you a hint about the most famous one, the one who got us all fooled: if you own a personal computer, you most definitely know him. So let us recap in simple English, we're lazy by choice, and that laziness turns us into passive beings and it gives the chance to others with higher insight to exploit us.

So that is as far as your part of the blame goes, is there any other parts to consider? Yes, most definitely yes; have you forgotten that humans live within societies, within packs, within the herd as I like to call it, and here lies the problem, we have to embrace certain axioms that the society we live in imposes in order to be “accepted” … being different or thinking differently is frowned upon, different is unknown to others, not understandable by others, and as much as you and I know, what we do not understand we fear, and hence the struggle between the herd followers and the exceptional humans who use their brains for more than to plan 2 steps ahead. There's also another aspect to that fear of the different, different ways can succeed where conventional methodology fails, hence a certain type of jealousy can arise. A question here that imposes itself, why should you care about that social “acceptance” ? Why should cave in for such a lousy way of control? Why should you settle for an inferior life for the sake of the others? Are you not the one who lives your life? Think hard about that one, keeping your full potential from being achieved is your own fault as much as anyone else.

Rests now a very personal issue that no one likes to admit, how can you tell at what ends does the path you choose leads you? If you're denying it then you're -this is the nicest way I can put it- naive, no one knows really where life will take him/her, you can plan as much as you want, have maybe 5 gizillions plans as backup, but always the winds of life are unpredictable, maybe all the plans go south when you least expect it, and in split of a second all you have been building for is gone. Don't get me wrong again, planning is good, makes you think that you're in control, but truth is, planning is more of a security feeling, makes you feel right about the things you're doing, it is not as they say, work for it and you will get it, but however, if you think it will put your mind at ease, then by all means, plan away. There's another aspect of that specific subject, fear of going wrong about life or about the goals you want to achieve, and for that specific reason, you fear trying something new, because it is a big risk, going in blind into a new realm is a very terrifying, I know, but isn't that point of living, exploring the darkness until you find that silver line, and then there was light. The very definition of experiments is trying new ways, and what is living more than a series of experiences that proves that we might have thought right or thought wrong? On the other hand, if you kept your ways very conventional you would not know if your own ways could have made you bigger successes, and then the regret of not following that path that you once thought about becomes the most gray cloud covering the sun. It is ironic isn't it? Fear of going wrong actually gets you going wrong, aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...... if one should know what lies ahead.

And so I've been mumbling the words that drives you insane, I crashed the moon into the earth; I've cut through that blindfold that covered your eyes and kept your mind at peace. I can't say I 'm to blame for that discomfort you feel now, it has been sitting, waiting, etching to break free from your sub-conscious; yes it has been there for the longest time now, and you ignored its cries to get out, that crazy thought that is there more in the world to see and that you should not go about life as another “living-dead”, after all, don't you think there's some reason in madness ???!!