As the birds flutter their wings
And another heart is let down
The sunrise and sunsets compete
To ignite a tear in my eye

I am a figure
Too delicate to harm
Too soft to touch
Too sensational to handle
I am a woman

With tenderness
I conquer the room
With strength
I achieve

I break rules
I cry when I feel
A breeze on my cheek

I pat on a shoulder
And make all pains
Disappear
I wait for a day when
My hurts are someone's
Fear

I crave style
Bags and rags
For that is
What they say feminine
Is all about

My hair
My stride
My voice
Could touch a man's desire

My soul
My tears
My wildness
Are made for one to follow

I climb as I see
No limits for me
I stop for a breath
And a look for a hand
Stretched to pull
My body to the top

I gaze at eyes
And soak the undesired
To sustain the hope
Of what life has ahead

I stay with my collection
Of gazes and pain
Share them with my pillow
And the ceiling above my head

I linger for another flutter
Of a bird's wing
To sneak into my dreams
And a smile
That carries change

And a promise
That life shall treat
The thoughts of mine
Well

That I shall be
A woman
Of my own
A woman
Like none before
Like none after

Free
Bright

For them to celebrate
Knowing me...

I hate 2012 the movie... I hate it I hate it I hate it……..
Not only does it show you how INsignificant you are as a human being among zillions of others, but it bluntly explains how your destiny is nothing different than an ant's that is about to be crushed by a smelly depleted boot worn by a power-sick maniac! I will try to hold my frustration a bit and explain rationally... the movie and the concept!

Please imagine -for a silly split second- that the 2012 concept is real, and please add on that my energy to go watch the so-called 'mother of all disaster movies' (*****); with the whole presumption that I am about to watch what might really happen if the world was to end in a time that is very near. Then, you would understand my extreme frustration to see how commercial this movie is. It is just another stupid action movie with I don’t know how much effort put on effects and disastrous scenes (bravo…really) but still, the script and the plot are just so damn plain.

Watch out Bruce Willis… John Cusack is giving you a harsh warning "I can do die hard with the world actually ending alright?!!!"

I mean, I know..i shouldve lowered my expectations a bit, it IS an action movie. Although I doubt that in case of a disaster I would just KNOW that I WILL be able to get the map from the car and still survive a fall from the grand canyon; or keep on flying my car over deadly ditches, or keep on managing to fly planes with a minor character who will be crushed so I get to be reunited with my ex-wife, or manage to stay underwater for 15 minutes (with my amphibian son) to save a whole Noah's arc. Give me a ****ing break.

It is a HUMAN TRAGEDY that was absolutely demonstrated in a weak commercial script. The idea of power versus survival should've been the main dilemma to be discussed since naturally that's what would happen in case of such disaster. All I'm saying is, the writers should've scratched their brains a little more. A lot more!

This is a movie that is asking us to enjoy the fact for a moment through the shallow rationale of a possible doom, rather than invite us to think deeply of humanity and its weight to those who have power over our destinies. The least the movie could have done, is shock us; with the truth of a question: what would you do if it happened to you? The movie has failed to do either.

After such frustration I will have to make such comparison; remember when you watched Titanic for the first time (never mind how much the idea got so romanticized) but remember how you just felt it was real even with all the effects, how you thought that this rose or other people who survived had an indescribable experience, and how you where so emotionally affected by all the stories of different characters in the movie; even if they said only one line, but they were all emotional and explicable? Why not this one? Why not 2012 be a movie plot that actually explains the emotions and tragedies of actual people and NOT the family of john Cusack??!!!

For the sake of being just, I would applaud to the effects' people, and to the poor guy Gordon, who was so close to being one of fake millionaires and the top survivors of humanity…!

Frustrated…so frustrated..!

"added 15 minutes later": would the world leader (the American president) really adopt the 'I will die with my ship' crap??!! Hell no! He is a leader for crying out loud; the leader who abandons his people after doomsday is NOT a leader! Something to think of, Danny Glover!

I as in Inexistent

She hid her bruises
And waited for the sun
The pillow felt hard
Her sides went numb

The voices in her head
Became louder
Her heart went faster

Love goes the extra mile
And she had none

His voice
Replayed with the sounds of morning
She fought the pain in her stomach

...it hasn’t been easy
But the wrong he saw
Defeated the will
And the desire that shall
Break the sunset
From the last ray
To the sound of stillness

"Till we meet again
Till paths that seemed
Once intact..
My existence shall vanish
And my portrait shall be
Forever impaired"

You go back to your misery now..
Hoping for nothing..
Sitting, waiting..

Waiting for that phase to pass
For your life to move on
For the mistakes to heal

Stay still now
Or the picture will fade
The chaotic balance will sway

Can't venture, but hoping to gain
That moonlight will stay in a fantasy

Keep your hair on your face
Or people will see your tearful eyes

Or just show them..
They won't get it anyway..

Analyze

For the humiliation scars to be redeemed.. not with love.. perhaps.. but with hope. As she puffed another one in the sky and rolled her eyes and head spun. Her hair caressed her shoulders. She whined and cried though she hated to do so. Nearly later she put on the fancy shoes she paid off with the price of her words; and her glass she bang with males she barely liked. Another puff, to rule out the new year. Another bang to turn down the man with the nice smile.
And so to be rewarded for a mind of a genius, a sense of a sensitive, a caress of a lover's; would probably dust off the books or pull a ring off of her finger.. probably.
Hate her, love her, detest her, she ruled; her spirit, her body, her soul. And missed redeeming her scars. Forever more, forever more.

A ray from within
Shone through my eyes

Go on and leave
Your sight is not mine

My heart yells
My will rises
My breath pulls you away
Leave
Your sight is not mine

Once I sang
Once I laughed
Once nothing mattered
And my strings played till dawn

But clouds darkened the light
And shade hummed the evil
Leave
You shall not break
The spirit of mine

Sweet love
Your tender look I beg
Once comforting touch
I hale
Lies pour down your cheeks
Go on and leave
I must revive

Aut libri aut liberi
غنائي خناجر ورد
Trekni 2ool
I waited till I saw the sun..
تعطرت برائحة الزعتر وجَمّلتُ شعري بزيت الزيتون
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Guevara shall see the light

تكبّر.. تكبر

فمهما يكن من جفاك

ستبقى، بعيني و لحمي، ملاك

و تبقى، كما شاء لي حبنا أن أراك

نسيمك عنبر

و أرضك سكر

و إني أحبك.. أكثر

يداك خمائل

و لكنني لا أغني ككل البلابل

فإن السلاسل

تعلمني أن أقاتل

أقاتل.. أقاتل

لأني أحبك أكثر

غنائي خناجر ورد

و صمتي طفولة رعد

و زنيقة من دماء فؤادي

و أنت الثرى و السماء

و قلبك أخضر

و جزر الهوى، فيك، مدّ

فكيف، إذن، لا أحبك أكثر

و أنت، كما شاء لي حبنا أن أراك

نسيمك عنبر

و أرضك سكر

و قلبك أخضر

وإنّي طفل هواك

على حضنك الحلو

أنمو و أكبر

محمود درويش

The challenge of a blank white paper..

Identities to come
Spirits to breathe
Lives to be written

Merges to be formed
Names to be given
Rooms to be colored

Pain to overcome
Hands to hold
Gifts to be received

First bath
First crawl
First day at school

Money to be paid
Actions to be forbidden
Will to be grounded

Responsibilities to be a burden
Future lacking progress
Blindness to truthfulness

Identities to be destroyed
Spirits to be crushed
Lives to replay the symphony of humanity

And life goes on…

so sick of this..

He...

Te amo…

Didn’t she say I love you?
I rest my head, but my soul floats still. My heart lost track of emotions and time no longer indulged meaning. I can never understand why the scent still lingers in my head, why the touch of her hair is still felt on my cheek.

Didn’t she say I love you?
Words are beyond comprehension, numbness lies in so deep.

Didn’t she say I love you?
Someone tell me what she said; skip condolences, never mind the crushed spirit you see before you…someone tell me… Did those words lose essence? Did they stop being the words I long for?
Will her hands feel some other's chest.. Will her lips warm some other's cheek.. Will her looks dazzle some other's bones.. Will her touch belong to some other's shyness…

Didn’t she say I love you…
I don’t think I'm going to LA anymore.. I'm not sure that I really ever could.. Pass by her bedroom neighborhood and not knock on her door…

Didn’t she say I love you…