Wednesday, January 26, 2011

رسالة مواطن













يا أيها الزعيم اللبنانيّ،

أتحب لبنان محتل
أتحب شعبه مذلولاً مظلوماً مقتول
أتحب أولادك و أحفادك مبعثرين في أرجاء الأرض
وأنت متباكٍ متكاذب متحالم،
تبيع أرضك حاضراً وتصرف روح أخوتك ملاذاً وإنتقام

يا أيها الزعيم اللبنانيّ،

أحببتك فكرهتني،
فكرهت أعداءك فتحبّهم غداً
وأنت غير مبالٍ بحالي وحال أمّتي

يا أيها الزعيم اللبنانيّ،

أنت لبنانيّ وكنت الأمس لبناني
كنت حسن الزعامة فأنت من قتل نضالي
لماذا الضلال في اللّيل عندما أشعلت أنت ناري بعدما إنخمدت
فاغتيلت كما اغتيل أباك وأخاك وإبنك فأهلي وأخواني

يا أيها الزعيم اللبنانيّ،

أحببتك فأحببت لبنان في حبّك
فصفعتني وأرديتني تحت الأرض الديدان تأكلني
حتّى صفي دمّي هدراً في تراب الغربة أشقا
وأنت تبيع تراب أرضي حيثما تمنّيت آخر ملاذي

يا أيها الزعيم اللبنانيّ،

لعلّك تصحو يوماً وتراني،
عاشقاً عشقتك ولم تنلني بنظرة
تابعاً ولم تسمع خطواتي
وفيّاً لقضيّتك ولم تعلم بقراءتي
مذلولاً لإسمك ولم تعرف إسمي

أنا،
يا أيها الزعيم اللبنانيّ،

أنا الّذي زرته فدعسته فقتلته
أنا الأبيّ الصامد الشامخ من دونك
أنا الّذي وصفت نفسك زعيماً له لتحميه فهدمته
أنا الباقي وأنت لست إلّا زعيماً منسيّاً منفيّاً في بلادك

أنا لبنان وأنت لست بزعيم إلّا لنفسك
أنا لبنان أشعّ نوراً وسوادك لروحك
أنا لبنان وأنت أمريكا وإيران وسوريا وإسرائيل
أنا لبنان ولست أنت بلبنانيّ

أنا لبنان،
أنا لبنان،
أنا لبنان...

يا حبيبي يا لبنان
يا نشيدك المخلّد بدينتي
يا أرزك المزروع بروحي
يا زعيم الكلّ وما إلك زعيم
وحدك إنت بقلبي...

يا لبنان

N.B: Please be patient with me. This is the first time I ever write in Arabic.

Monday, October 25, 2010

My Queen



I miss missing Lebanon. I miss the feeling I used to get when somebody mentions Beirut. Now all I see is a fake city with fake people and all of the sad memories that killed those butterflies in my stomach one by one.

Beirut was mine, I loved her, I loved to share her, I gave her, they took her and abused her. She's just a memory, a dream that used to be.

Enjoy your Beirut, your Lebanon.
You will never have mine.
You will never smell and taste, or hold and feel mine.
My Beirut, free for all.
My Beirut, free from all.
My Beirut, she wasn't mine, she wasn't yours, but we were always her people.

Your majesty.. We miss you.. I miss you.. I miss you..

I miss Beirut.. I miss لبنان

Location:Akosombo Rd,Tema,Ghana


Friday, September 17, 2010

Jump

At the end of the day,
When you jump, you jump alone
.
.
.

Morning,
Sun is shining
No cloud in the sky
Rainbows up high

Beautiful garden
Lying there, no burden
Enjoying the light
Touching me, so bright

Noon,
Clouds seem soon
No worry
Nothing needs me to hurry

Just the heavens
Me at cloud seven
Next, cloud nine
Everything is still fine

Evening,
Drizzle as I'm sleeping
Woke to a drop
On my forehead it just flopped

Nothing to fear
You're in Eden up in here
So I keep on lying
Even if it feels I'm lying

Night,
I've lost my height
The storm persists
I can no more insist

I try to fight
Return to the light
I jump
Hit another bump

I struggle, I bruise
I have no excuse
I knew it all along,
I should have long gone

On my knees I pray,
Give me back my rock, my stone

At the end...

Monday, July 26, 2010

Twenty Nine

I wanna write
I wanna fight
I wanna bite
I wanna ignite

I wanna scream
I wanna wake from this dream
I wanna stream
Far away from this scene

This boredom is killing me
I need to feel useful
This routine is bringing me
Down, I'm no longer youthful

I wanna be eighteen
I wanna go back to my being
I wanna be lean
I don't wanna be mean

I'm aging
I'm raging
I'm no longer engaging
In whatever life may bring

I'm nagging
I'm bragging
I'm faking
I'm no longer being

Mr, who I am
I'm no longer me
I lost my once glam
I forgot that "I" used to be... "Me"


Location:Hospital Road Link,Tema,Ghana

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Handwritten Past

I miss handwriting.
It used to be fun for me. It used to be one of the biggest joys when I was younger. I felt like an artist holding that pen and scribbling nonsense, making endless vocabulary and structural mistakes.

My handwriting has gone to hell nowadays. I can't even read most of what I've written. Last time I even felt as if I'm barely able to hold a pen correctly. It used to come so naturally to me. We were one, my pen, my paper and I. It was me.

I was Soul-O. I forgot that now. It was about 12 years ago. I was SOUL-O: the romantic young writer with his head in the clouds, dreaming about the day his dreams of a loved one arrives to give him his true freedom to love and express every emotion that he could only write about back then.

I miss that guy. So honest, so fluent and so Soul-O. The man of soul, the solo writer, Mr. O. We forget these magical things that made us unique as we grow older. Maturity and responsibility kill the childlike innocence within us and forces us out of the dream and into this reality of life. But every now and then, we still need our pen and paper, our uniqueness... Our Soul-O.


Monday, March 15, 2010

Where’s The Fun?

I miss the fun

Fun, for the sake of fun


We went to the resto-pub

Had a few drinks with some grub

We wore some cool clothes

Laughed with these, danced with those


That used to be fun

Wasn’t it fun?


We went to the sunny beach

Had some vodka and peach

We hang by the pool with friends

Since morning till the day ends


I remember t’was fun

Where’s the fun?


Run

In the sun

Just for fun..

Now the gun

POW!!

The sound just held me stunned


I heard the sound when nothing went off

I heard it, I do not bluff

He told me she’s no more

I looked down, saw nothing but floor


Drip, drop, drip drop

I don’t know how, how can I stop

Rivers run deep,

I wanna escape back to sleep


Close the doors

Give me dark

My eye pours

Give her back


It’s not funny God

That’s too much

You can’t steal her blood

You can’t do such


You gave her to us

You gave her to me

Is it such a fuss

If I want her to still be


Take me instead

Take what u please

Don’t tell me she’s dead

She was such a breath


A smile to the heart

A face of an angel

Now we’re apart

For her to be an angel


In the skies up above

She sores like a dove

But I remain on the floor, yet below..

Asking where’s the fun as I bellow..


Where’s the fun?

Go.. Keep going.. Gone!!





Dedicated to my late sister, Zahira Hamoui. I love you sis!!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Reorganizing My Blog

This is just an announcement stating that I'm reorganizing my blog in hopes to return to blogging after about a 4-year absence.

The Changes I've made so far are:
- Change in template & layout
- Reorganized the sidebar
- Added links at the bottom-right to my own music

I hope this will be a fresh start for some fresh material and new ideas.
All that's left is to wish you a good read.
Cheers.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Breaking The Seal



Dedicated to
My Pink Butterfly









Open your eyes
Enough running, enough lies
A crack… A door… Open
Just like that, with a true word spoken

Warmth from the light
I look ahead… Everything’s bright
Flowers… A butterfly floats about
I realize it… I’m free… I’m out

I take my first breath
Let it all in… Feels nice… So fresh
It’s about time to lie down beneath the blue sky
To just relax… Misery… I bid you farewell… Goodbye

I smile to laugh
Awaiting my second half
I’ll see you soon… I see you
Beneath the moon, as I hold you
I whisper slow, as I kiss you
On your eyes, below… How I love you…

Friday, August 18, 2006

If Only I Could



















If only I could
Hold you in my arms, I would
You left me, alone I stood

Poor old Little Red Riding Hood
All alone, lost in the woods
In need of a Robin Hood

I need to get you back, I know I should
Our love, nothing felt so good
I need it back; We need it back...

If only I could...
If only we could...
If only… I would...

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Multiple Questions










Nothing comes easy.
Anything that does never lasts.

Why do we as humans tend to appreciate the "easy way out", "the free dollar", "the one night stand", "irresponsible behaviour", "escaping duties", etc...
It's weird, isn't it?
A person longs to reach a certain goal, but when it takes a little bit more time or effort than he's willing to give; suddenly the goal starts to vanish, a person starts questioning his motives and reasons behind that objective that he so insistingly was pursuing. Not only does he question it, but also he starts searching for areas of flaws in order to give in some excuses to himself alongside the excuses to others to just quit.

I never was a quitter. Neither am I now going to start.
But the fear of realising that dominant trait in related people that matter to me and relate to my decisions is starting to take over my thaughts.
A lot of "what-ifs" have started to circle my ways of action.
What if I went for what I wanted and then realised that what i wanted has expired from the other side?
What if what I'm positive about and still don't doubt is not only as certain as I think it is but wrong to keep faith in?
What if I work so hard for something and find out later that it was all in vein?
I mean, it's not the first time that I work hard for something that turns nothing but dissapointment.
Just for the sake of not stating the terms "every time" or "always", I will start by saying a lot of times, when I was sure of something and gave my trust away for someone believing in something, I was the one who ended up lonely and miserable and all of a sudden receive a slap to my face that all my beliefs and principles that I based all my actions upon were wrong to start with.

Now here' s my dilemma.
Should I change what I believe in just for the sake of getting along?
Why are my principles so erroneous and why am I so stubborn upon mainting them?
But everyone else lives by their own stick-up beliefs.
Why do I tend to respect and appreciate them for that EVEN when their's a lot which I disagree with?
On the other hand, why am I not treated equally in return?
I mean, I see not much difference in the way I am with other people. I tend to be understanding all the time. I take my time to appreciate others' point of views and love them for it.
I know that sometimes I am harsh and I tend to judge fast and be straight forward and even rude sometimes. But everyone is from time to time. Plus I always end up taking my time to rethink every single detail of events that involved me and other people and I always end up putting myself in the other person's shoes in order to view things trough their eyes. Most importantly I never hesitated once to admit that I was wrong whenever I was and to point the blame upon myself and try to adjust and fix whatever was broken by my actions.
Even if the original blame lied not upon me and all I did was throw in a lit match to a huge burning flame that I haven't started, I always blame myself and I mean it. I always tend to put the responsibility of everything in my life upon my shoulders and I always tend to do the impossible sometimes to just fix things.

Now I get back to the original questions:
Why do I do all that?
Is it worth all that trouble?

I'm starting to doubt. I need some assistance.
In case you have any reason to believe in what I long for, please speak up. For in not long, I will lose faith and I'm afraid it's starting to fade.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Post Of The Month

From now on, I shall add a new feature to my blog.
It will be on the right sidebar, which will feature my "post of the month" for that certain month.
For this month, check out the sign on the right.
Some of you might have read those posts already. For those who haven't, it will give you a chance to notice some of my old posts that reflects somehow upon my state today.
I hope you enjoy this new feature.
Thanks for logging in.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Untitled

I have nothing to say
I really feel like writing
Still,
I have nothing to say

Just before laying my hands down on the keyboard keys,
All those images were circling my head
So many topics
So many thoughts

Where did everything go suddenly?
I have no idea

My neck hurts
My head hurts
My heart breaks

I’m tired
Sad with no tears
No security, filled with fear

That’s how my life is now-a-days
Empty laughter, passing time
Filling spaces, Meaningless words

Glass… Dirty
Shit… Sewers
Toilet… No seat
Tight walls… Thick glass
Vision… Not clear
See Through… Tainted
Light… Oxygen mask
Life… Alive
Love… Dead

Hold me…
Just hold me

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

End Of A Fairy Tale

One day about sunset, Zhuangzi dozed off and dreamed that he turned into a butterfly.
He flapped his wings and sure enough he was a butterfly...What a joyfull feeling as he fluttered about, he completely forgot that he was Zhuangzi.
Soon though, he realized that that proud butterfly was really Zhuangzi who dreamed he was a butterfly, or was it a butterfly who dreamed he was Zhuangzi!
Maybe Zhuangzi was the butterfly, and maybe the butterfly was Zhungzi? This is what is menat by the "transformation of things."

The dream is over.
I woke up.
No wings. No wind beneath me carying me.
Just the same lame bed that i wake up on every day.

No more Godot to wait for.
Do u imagine sitting underneath the same tree with no aim?
Well, absurdity lies not within an endless search for the unknown.
Absurdity lies within the loss of the unkown within the search.

There in the depth of my journey it awaited me.
The journey had barely begun when it ran me over.
SPLEEN
Learn its true meaning.
Be afraid, frightened.. Petrefied.
Avoid it.

I wasn't able to.
I've failed, my love, my life, myself.

Move over.
Their's a box which missed me amongst its shadows.
Goodnight.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Another Pillow

I'm in bed
An ache in my head
A spear in my heart
Alive but feeling dead

Wish I was a thread
From the pillow on which you shed
A tear cause we're apart
But where u wept know I have bled

My blood, my soul
My God! This hole
In me, my life
Fled me, my wife
2 be, the knife
Cuts deep

So, please, return into these arms
Which need to feed this greed of growing
This seed of love for which I bleed

I bleed
I bleed
Where will this road lead...?

Friday, March 03, 2006

My Empty Pillow

I'm home after work, i'm in bed after working all day, i'm hot in this high temperature, i'm tired cause i was coming and going all afternoon, i'm sleepy cause yesterday i barely slept.. All this is ok.. I can deal & bare with.. How about missing u? Craving u? Wanting u? Needing u? Longing 4 u? I'm tormenting awaiting the moment i c u.. Still i lay here next 2 my empty pillow.. I miss u :'(









I'm in my bed
My pillow is my only friend
I hold it near
And remember you my dear
Longing for your love, for your touch
I'm not asking too much

I see your beautiful face, your smile
I look at my phone
I kiss the screen for a while
Then I realize I’m still alone

Without you, without my heart
You took it with you; you left me an empty part
You left me here hollow
But soon I'll try 2 follow

Be brave my love, I'll try to
Until then,
When I’ll be complete again
Then I'll see you

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Miscommunication













I don’t know why I have this talent of putting myself in situations that I hate. I don’t understand how come people, including me, put so much pressure upon you just because of a wrong word that you say unwillingly or a right word misplaced in a certain conversation or even by not saying anything at all when they think you should've.

I’m tired of this world. Lots of rules, lots of restrictions control your every move and your every word.

Sometimes, I just wish to scream in the face of those I’m talking to: “COMMUNICATE! DON’T JUST STAND THERE TALKING!”

I need communication. I lack communication. I need a person to whom my heart speaks directly to hers. I don’t want to have to suffer explanations and irritations because of a word I said. I don’t want to explain myself anymore to anyone. I want someone who sees right trough me. I need someone who can say my words before me speaking them out loud. I want someone who hears, someone who can look into my eyes and see everything I have to say.

I’m tired. I’m so f#@$ing tired. I don’t want to suffer loneliness no more. I want to have a soul mate, a real one. I want to wake up from this intolerable nightmare where I’m running as fast as I can to a door not five steps away but can’t reach it.

Can you be that? Like can you really be that for me? For you? For us?

Cause I’m feeling lonely, not alone, LONELY!! Deep down inside, I feel so alone, surrounded by nothing but darkness and shades in a box. I cry out but nobody hears my cries. People pass me by, and even whoever hears doesn’t listen and whoever listens is trapped in one’s own box.

I need my freedom. I don’t want to be independent no more. I want to depend on your every breath to guide my every breath. I’m in need, and I’m tired of being in need. I don’t care what you think of me now that I said what I said. I’m in need of you. Yes!! IN NEED!! I’m weak and I know it and I don’t care if you know it too. Actually, I need to let you know that I’m in need of you.

I’m in need to let you know, know me, every bit of me. But what hurts me the most is that I still lack above all communication skills. Miscommunication just intercepts the image I’m trying to make you see.

Miscommunication is blinding you, but it’s killing me.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Landing in London

Performed by: 3 Doors Down

I woke up today in London
As the plane was touching down
And all I could think about was Monday
When maybe I’d be back around
If this keeps me away much longer
I don’t know what I will do
You got to understand it’s a hard life,
that I’m going through

And when the night falls in around me
And I don’t think I’ll make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
Cuz all I think about is you

L.A. is getting kind of crazy
And New York is getting kind of cold
I keep my head from getting lazy
I just can’t wait to get back home

And all these days I spend away
Ill make up for this I swear
I need your love to hold me up
When it’s all too much to bear

And when the night falls in around me
And I don’t think I’ll make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
Cuz all I think about is you

And all these days I spend away
Ill make up for this I swear
I need your love to hold me up
When it’s all too much to bear

And when the night falls in around me
And I don’t think I’ll make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way

Cuz all I think about is you

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

A Quote From The Heart




















"Love is the most powerful tool in the world,
Love is the door you walk trough to a happy life
It guards your home, your heart, and your being
For God Himself is love and peaceful adoration
Keep your heart pure, your love sure
And you'll always have your life protected by a sealed love
Where your house becomes your kingdom
And you become ruler to your own kings and queens"

Thursday, February 09, 2006

A Trip Down Memory Lane

I found these old papers amongst my old stock..
I wrote these between the ages of 17 and 18 and taught of posting them..
Hope you can see them trough my eyes.. The eyes of the 17-18 year old dreamer facing the real world freshly..
Like really facing it.