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Thursday,Sep 6 2007, 08:03:51 AM
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She said “you’ve totally neglected me, you don‘t seem to care, I smiled and tapped her back, moved my fingers on her well carved neck, Chivas Regal: A famous Scotch whiskey. Insomnia 6th of August 2006 |
Wednesday,Sep 5 2007, 01:43:16 AM
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I wake up every morning in pools of grief and sorrow, my body feels so heavy, my soul craves for tomorrow, for tomorrow may bring some joy and cast the sadness away, yet tomorrow’s just a notion, it’s never a definitive day! I went to consult my therapist, and he's a skilful man, If it’s depression then he'll heal it, if any human can, He asked the usual questions, I gave the usual brief. He shrugged, shook his head, then smiled in disbelief. 'I tell you now and again, you've got nothing to worry about, some changes in your lifestyle will help beyond no doubt, You have to play some sports, rid your muscles of sloth and rust sleep early, eat healthy, a vacation is a must'. I left to meet a friend and told him my therapists tips. he listened to me intently, then murmured with near closed lips 'Have you tried contacting 'him', he who sees far and beyond? Metaphysics holds 'the' answers, where medicine can't respond'. It's been years since my friend adopted strange and twisted ways Always spoke of mighty gurus, strange places and holy days, I enquired about 'him', people he treated, books he wrote, then left in lonesome confusion after I promised I’d give it a thought After thinking for sometime. I decided to visit 'him' I thought of it as an adventure, that would satisfy a childish whim I drove to the old part of town where 'him' is supposed to dwell then parked in long dark alley, that had an awkward smell A smell of age and decay, mixed with humidness and some incense, A smell of fear and hope and smoke that looks so dense , The smoke was forming shapes, coming out of a burning log, My ears could also hear, a crying baby and a barking dog three times I knocked the door, then I heard a casual cough, the door slowly opened: “come on in”, said a voice harsh and rough A short and dark man he is, with serious yet welcoming air, he stared at me for a while, then spoke with pulsing care: I expected you to come, the spirits kept telling me you will You’re a clever and pragmatic man, yet you seek my help still Whatever I tell you now is what I see so clear It’s answers to your quest, that’s why you sought a seer. I see you 've slipped and fallen under an old deadly spell, that keeps you sad and lonely and burns your guts like hell, for magic is a common practice in societies of the east, your enemy is viciously envious, your famine is their feast. You'll have to do some prayers, beseech for guidance and love, you'll have to burn some incense, contact the powers above, The spell will soon be broken, the powers will break its bond, The powers have 'the' answers, when wise men can't respond'. You might think I’m a false old magus, who lives a life so low, This universe is so evil its hardly the world you know, My job is to fight its demons, an’ I like to guard and serve, Trust me an’ I will help you, only if you have the nerve! I left and drove my car to the furthest park in town, an elderly man was sitting and beside him I sat down, And before I even noticed, I was telling him my account, My voice was shaking slightly as I held back the yells and shouts. The man listened carefully, and occasionally nodded his head, He made gestures with his eyes, he got every word I said, And as I went on with my tale, I could notice a strange smile, That varied in its meaning from sympathetic to awkwardly vile. Listen to me young man, if you trust me you’ll do fine I've been a therapist for thirty years, and ‘him’ was a patient of mine, For years I tried to treat him, he was a case hard to cure, He’s a classical case of delusion, you noticed this I am sure’. 'I tell you here and now, you've got nothing to worry about, some changes in your lifestyle will help beyond any doubt, You have to play some sports, rid your muscles of sloth and rust, sleep early, eat healthy, a vacation is a must'. I woke up the next morning in a puddle of grief and sorrow, my body still so heavy, my soul yearns for tomorrow, for tomorrow may bring some joy and cast the sadness astray, O tomorrow, I trust you‘ll come, for you’re just one day away! A.L.Gomaa © 2007 |
Saturday,Sep 23 2006, 01:38:06 PM
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It was a dark and misty afternoon,
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico
United States
1.27.07
Everyday a little romance fills my head hope in disguise
my mind tip toes foundling clouds touching the sky
bathed in warm shimmering light I lay and raise
the ocean‘s scent on my backyard perfumes my life
countless moons cannot outshine memories of your smile
devilish chills feel so divine rushing down my
spine
Everyday a dash of romance in the air is all I ask
Cairo
Egypt
Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico
United States
Georgia
Cairo
Egypt
Georgia
Cairo
Egypt
Franky's place
Antarctica
Cairo
Egypt
Armstrong, British Columbia
Canada
Franky's place
Antarctica
Cairo
Egypt
Franky's place
Antarctica
United States
"In My Secret Life"
by Leonard Cohen
I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.
I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.
Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
Santa Lucia.
Malta
Armstrong, British Columbia
Canada
Santa Lucia.
Malta
United Kingdom
Ghana
Ghana
Low
The WASP
Here For You
Ghana
Wicked Game
Kyoto Blues
Pigs in Zen
Trampled Under Foot
Nunavut
Canada
Ghana