"Do you know many letters begin with the letter D? How important is this letter? And why are these questions jumping into my mind?".
He asked himself these questions as soon as he woke up, he had no instant answer, but as he started his morning rituals, things started to become clearer, and while sipping his morning coffee he began writing down his thoughts.
Dedication
"Dedicated to D. You know yourself".
Dream
"Dream. That's the most important D word, isn't it? At least it's the most important for me. I had two dreams last night. Two strange dreams not related to each other, that suddenly came out of the blue for no apparent reason. One of them was a happy dream. The other was ugly, you can call it a nightmare if you will".
Death
"The first dream can be called a nightmare. Yes, death was never a beautiful dream, whether you dream of your own death, or the death of someone close. The only time I feel happy about death dreams is when I meet my dead relatives and friends. This is the only place where I can see them, whenever we meet they are usually happy and smiling, even though I cry sometimes because I know it's a dream and they are dead, and I don't know when I will see them again".
Dave
He hasn't heard from Dave for a long time, maybe two years now. The last time he saw him, the man threw a bunch of his silk ties on the staircase, urging him and his cousins to take all of them while leaving. The last thing he heard about Dave was a few months ago, that he was very sick.
Drunk
"I can't remember the last time this man was sober. I always saw him drunk, and I didn't laugh like the others did, because I knew that he is not happy about the life he chose, but now it was too late to have another choice. It was a one way ticket".
Divorce
Failure to have a stable life leads to failure at work, and thus failure in social life, which leads to divorce. Two divorces, ending up alone at this age is nothing to be proud of. Dying alone is something to worry about.
Debt
No job, no life, too many expenses. Living on the edge. Hiding from debts. Many favors forgotten. Now people only remember how much he owes them. The intellectual man who could talk to you about art, literature, music, architecture, history, politics, and even fashion, but he could never have a stable job.
Disappearance
"It's expected from this man to disappear from time to time. I wouldn't blame him. Somehow he reminds me of many people I've met, including me. We all have our way to disappear when we need to. Some of us literally disappear, hiding from everyone they know, others disappear inside themselves, hiding their real personality, some wish to disappear but they are never able to".
Disease
Drinking, divorce, debt, disappearance, a lethal combination. The man is very sick now.
Dead body
"The first dream was a summary of all of the above. I knew in the dream that Dave is dead. He died alone as expected. I looked at his dead body covered all over with white bed sheets. I screamed to wake myself up. I kept screaming. And when I opened my eyes I found myself in a strange room, thousands of miles away from home, away from my cozy room".
Distance
After he woke up from the nightmare, he tried to sleep again. And when he closed his eyes, the second dream was beautiful. He missed that feeling of having a happy dream and waking up smiling, expecting a lovely day. He longed for that moment for months.
He was far away from everything and everyone he loved. Dreams were his escape, but he seldom had a happy dream.
Danielle
"She came out of nowhere, she just stood there smiling. I could clearly see her beautiful dark wide eyes that I loved, and her graceful figure I'd always longed to hold in my arms. She came closer, we held hands. I could feel my heart smiling. I said 'Why don't you marry me', and before she replied I woke up, smiling and remembering her smile, wondering if and when I will ever see her again. I wondered and hoped".
Document
And as he started his document with the same letter, so was the end. D.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Of the crow who just said "no"…
She stood there all alone
Thinking of what to say
I flew above her throne
Taking her breath away
She said: "You're just a crow,
That I will soon forget
A mere part of the show
Of the million birds I've met".
I smiled, and I said: "No,
It's your turn now to regret
I'm the poem you'll never write
And the book you'll never read
I'm your motherhood delight
I'm the child you wish to feed
In the dark I'm a ray of light
In your land I'm the only seed
You'll soon know, when I'm out of sight
That I'm everything you need
I'm the law you never wrote
I'm the king of your lost kingdom
I'm your every happy thought
And your final words of wisdom
I am nothing but a treasure
That you don't want to discover
So now you can't have the pleasure
Of calling me your lover".
Thinking of what to say
I flew above her throne
Taking her breath away
She said: "You're just a crow,
That I will soon forget
A mere part of the show
Of the million birds I've met".
I smiled, and I said: "No,
It's your turn now to regret
I'm the poem you'll never write
And the book you'll never read
I'm your motherhood delight
I'm the child you wish to feed
In the dark I'm a ray of light
In your land I'm the only seed
You'll soon know, when I'm out of sight
That I'm everything you need
I'm the law you never wrote
I'm the king of your lost kingdom
I'm your every happy thought
And your final words of wisdom
I am nothing but a treasure
That you don't want to discover
So now you can't have the pleasure
Of calling me your lover".
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Of the crow who decided to let go...
So here you are below
Still looking up at me
Waiting to shoot the crow
Or to cut down his tree
I'm really sorry to disappoint you
For I was born to be free
Before you aim your gun
Or throw your first stone
You'll find that I'm long gone
And you're still standing alone
I'll fly towards the sun
And leave you on your own
For I could end the curse
And break the eternal spell
Destiny is in my hands
And you know that very well
Forever you've lost the chance
Of a story you'll never tell
I will fly and hear you moan
And cry of your own pain
I'm a phoenix in the sun
And an eagle in the rain
From the ashes I will rise
And you'll never see me again
Still looking up at me
Waiting to shoot the crow
Or to cut down his tree
I'm really sorry to disappoint you
For I was born to be free
Before you aim your gun
Or throw your first stone
You'll find that I'm long gone
And you're still standing alone
I'll fly towards the sun
And leave you on your own
For I could end the curse
And break the eternal spell
Destiny is in my hands
And you know that very well
Forever you've lost the chance
Of a story you'll never tell
I will fly and hear you moan
And cry of your own pain
I'm a phoenix in the sun
And an eagle in the rain
From the ashes I will rise
And you'll never see me again
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Return of the stolen soul
After taking full control
Of my weak body and mind
Assumed you had locked up my soul
And you've never looked behind
For you don't know I'm the leading role
And in my play you're just a child
Always thought you were fooling me
And I was just playing along
In a few moments you'll see
That you could never be more wrong
For in my forest you're a lonesome tree
And just a single line in my song
Which one of us really needs the other?
This is our eternal game
Like when a baby needs his mother
And a picture needs a frame
It's been like this forever
The inevitable stays the same
I'm glad you're back, you know
The chase ends by your return
Now I can simply let you go
But a few things you should learn
Play with water, you'll drown
Play with fire, you'll burn
Of my weak body and mind
Assumed you had locked up my soul
And you've never looked behind
For you don't know I'm the leading role
And in my play you're just a child
Always thought you were fooling me
And I was just playing along
In a few moments you'll see
That you could never be more wrong
For in my forest you're a lonesome tree
And just a single line in my song
Which one of us really needs the other?
This is our eternal game
Like when a baby needs his mother
And a picture needs a frame
It's been like this forever
The inevitable stays the same
I'm glad you're back, you know
The chase ends by your return
Now I can simply let you go
But a few things you should learn
Play with water, you'll drown
Play with fire, you'll burn
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Of the one who stole my soul..
One day I woke up
Not knowing what you stole
But After thorough searching
I knew you took my soul
I can't tell where it's hidden
And why you took it at all
Maybe it's inside the pyramid
Or in a distant black hole
Maybe buried deep in the ocean
Or under the China Wall
I'll search the world for it
From the south to the north pole
No matter where it is
No matter how far away
You can't escape for long
I'll get it back someday
While searching I'll decide
The price that you'll have to pay
Or the reward you should be given
For making me a stowaway
Of this I'm quite sure
You stole my soul, it's true
But tell me, how you stole it,
Not knowing what you stole
But After thorough searching
I knew you took my soul
I can't tell where it's hidden
And why you took it at all
Maybe it's inside the pyramid
Or in a distant black hole
Maybe buried deep in the ocean
Or under the China Wall
I'll search the world for it
From the south to the north pole
No matter where it is
No matter how far away
You can't escape for long
I'll get it back someday
While searching I'll decide
The price that you'll have to pay
Or the reward you should be given
For making me a stowaway
Of this I'm quite sure
You stole my soul, it's true
But tell me, how you stole it,
And why, and who are you?
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Last words of a suicide bomber
Some of you call me a martyr
Others will call me a terrorist
As If I would really care
After I'm put to rest
Before calling me a criminal
Do you know the taste of tears?
Were you treated like an animal
With a thousand daily fears?
Have you ever heard my voice
And stopped your stupid lies?
Have you ever given me choice
Or looked into my eyes?
Have you met my dead family?
Have you seen my olive trees?
And before the toxic gas,
Have you felt the morning breeze?
Others will call me a terrorist
As If I would really care
After I'm put to rest
Before calling me a criminal
Do you know the taste of tears?
Were you treated like an animal
With a thousand daily fears?
Have you ever heard my voice
And stopped your stupid lies?
Have you ever given me choice
Or looked into my eyes?
Have you met my dead family?
Have you seen my olive trees?
And before the toxic gas,
Have you felt the morning breeze?
-
Has your child lost an eye?
A leg maybe? Or a hand?
I didn't think so either
So how would you understand
I'm a terrorist, so you say
And a martyr of your grudge
Who are you to condemn me
A leg maybe? Or a hand?
I didn't think so either
So how would you understand
I'm a terrorist, so you say
And a martyr of your grudge
Who are you to condemn me
Be my executioner and judge?
Have you ever missed your baby?
Your home, your land, your love?
If they're lost I'm thinking maybe
I can find them in the sky above
How could you ask for dreams
There is nothing more to lose
If all I can hear is screams
Then I have no right to choose
At the point of no return
Here I stand, so help me God
There's nothing more to burn
And no more taste of blood
Have you ever missed your baby?
Your home, your land, your love?
If they're lost I'm thinking maybe
I can find them in the sky above
How could you ask for dreams
There is nothing more to lose
If all I can hear is screams
Then I have no right to choose
At the point of no return
Here I stand, so help me God
There's nothing more to burn
And no more taste of blood
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Of the crow who wasn't so..
The sun is shining
But I'm still whining
And you're waiting below
Under my tree
Where I can see
The stones you want to throw
My eyes are burning
From the tears I'm learning
That I'm nothing but a crow
I know you're ready to kill
So I'll read you my will
A story you don't know
* * *
In a kingdom that's so old
She used to be the queen
Her crown was made of gold
Her gown was emerald green
Green emeralds were her eyes
Same as her royal gown
I was a crown that shines
Above her hair so brown
Being that close to her
I didn't feel so cold
Her hands brought me to life
Though I was made of gold
Till one day I fell down
She threw me off her head
It hurt when I touched the ground
As she climbed her royal bed
"You're not a part of me!"
She said, throwing a spell
"A black crow you'll be
or I'll burn you in my hell"
If I were to have the choice
I wouldn't have fallen down
Yet still she was a queen
Even without her crown
The gems became my wings
The gold has turned to black
And as she closed her eyes
I flew, never looking back
In a kingdom that's so old
As old as the sun and sky
I was her crown of gold
Now a crow trying to fly
* * *
Alone I stand on my tree
You're eagerly waiting below
So if it is meant to be
I'll be another dead crow
It's not the first time I faced it
But maybe the last deadly blow
But I'm still whining
And you're waiting below
Under my tree
Where I can see
The stones you want to throw
My eyes are burning
From the tears I'm learning
That I'm nothing but a crow
I know you're ready to kill
So I'll read you my will
A story you don't know
* * *
In a kingdom that's so old
She used to be the queen
Her crown was made of gold
Her gown was emerald green
Green emeralds were her eyes
Same as her royal gown
I was a crown that shines
Above her hair so brown
Being that close to her
I didn't feel so cold
Her hands brought me to life
Though I was made of gold
Till one day I fell down
She threw me off her head
It hurt when I touched the ground
As she climbed her royal bed
"You're not a part of me!"
She said, throwing a spell
"A black crow you'll be
or I'll burn you in my hell"
If I were to have the choice
I wouldn't have fallen down
Yet still she was a queen
Even without her crown
The gems became my wings
The gold has turned to black
And as she closed her eyes
I flew, never looking back
In a kingdom that's so old
As old as the sun and sky
I was her crown of gold
Now a crow trying to fly
* * *
Alone I stand on my tree
You're eagerly waiting below
So if it is meant to be
I'll be another dead crow
It's not the first time I faced it
But maybe the last deadly blow
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