نسيان

اغلط و اندم و انسى انك غلطت

 قوم تاني يوم و غني و انسى الوش الكِشِر

اقف اتباهى بنفسك و قول انا زي الفل

ايه يعني اللي هايجرا لو نسيت و قلت "تُبت"

قوم سطر الكراس و شكل المكتوب

قوم زوق الكشكول و لون المرسوم

قوم قول انا اللي بادي و انا بمزاجي ناهيها

انا عمري ما اكابر لكن دي الحقيقة

قوم ارسم الابتسامة بتاعة كل يوم

قوم نافق و جمِّل كدبك على كل شكل و لون

قوم خادع زمايلك و اخدع نفسك معاهم

قول انا احسن من ناس كتير، قول انا احسن منهم

خد بملو ايدك الوان الطيف السبعة

لون بها السواد الطافح في قلبك

ارسم الضحكة العفيفة، البريئة، البشوشة

وغش بها نفسك وصدق كدبتك

وروَّح بليل و اغلطت واندم وانسى انك غلطت

و قول انا لسة قدامي دنيا و هصلح الغلط

و استغفر و توب و نام و تاني يوم قوم

واتمرمغ في عذابك اللي بتزيده كل يوم

ارسم الضحكة على وشك البسوم

و اهو ده بقى الطبيعي، انك تغلط و تنسى

و تكدب على نفسك بانك متحكم في الامور

لكن اليوم هايجي، و اعرف انه قرب

هتعيط و تقول يا رتني ما غلطت

ولحد ما تعرف غلطك، و تدوق طعم الندم

و المرة دي بجد حيبقى اجمد قلم

قوم غني و انسى غلطك و ارسم البسمة السعيدة

واتباهى بنفسك و صدق انها الحقيقة

قوم سطر الكراس، قوم زوق الكشكول

قوم ارسم الابتسامة بتاعة كل يوم

قوم نافق و جمِّل كدبك على كل شكل و لون

قوم خادع زمايلك و قول انا احسن من دول و دول

The Tale of Art Creation

I know this feeling, that hunch that gets tickly then makes me chill. It gives me an itchy brain, it stings. It's when I hear something and get inspired. It’s when I hear something to get inspired. I let the flow of music do all the magic. I surrender to the spell that is cast at me by the lyrics. They take me on a journey into the realms of my inner mind; the eye that I can't see sees it all. I can see a visual representation of the verbal expression; a clip created by my mind’s composition. I get the hunch that this creation of my mind is the best that anyone could actually do. It has no match to any other thing anyone can compose. Maybe it’s just because it’s mine, I made it, it belongs to me and that’s why it’s beautiful; that’s why it’s beautiful in my own imagination. I surrender to the spell that my head has put me under. I only had to bring to life the magic words that I’ve already unconsciously composed and stored somewhere hidden away from my own reach as well as from the reach of others so that no one can actually sabotage the production yet to be produced. It's a whole world of inspiration waiting to get you inspired and waiting to get exposed through you, so let it. That’s how art works for me, it’s not only an expression, it’s a life; it’s the air that you allow to get into you to make your body function. Art is an expression, so indulge in that expression and bring it to life the way it brought you.

Survival

Woooohoo, oh, wow, hoWoo

Hang on here buddy, don’t fall; hang on

Come on young fellow, you can do it

Just don’t look down

Don’t mind those bricks, and this wood beneath your head

Don’t mind this string, so thin,

Stretched to its best by your weight hanging down

Just forget that it might fail you

Forget that it might die

And bring up your death with it, forget that it might cry

Just hang up here buddy, forget the ground beneath you

Keep up hanging in the air, don’t smash your head against the floor

You’ve been doing it for quite some time

You’re doing it for a living

You’re a survival, that’s what you do, that’s what you are

They drain you off your life as they write and paint

They then call you names when you faint

They dye you and then throw you when you’re out of life

They don’t try to fill you with a breath of life

Some of your kind get lucky and fall in the hands of those who care

But they care for their possessions, not out of good will

They fill their lives by taking out yours, 

They drain you dry to write their stories

They just forget that you’re their companion

And despite their ignorance, you’ve always survived

You’re not going to die for you’re a survival

They manifacture you only to please them, to assist them with their lives

And they seem to forget that you’re a survival

For centuries you’ve thrived

You fought against their demolition, against their loss of memory

You fought against time!

You’ve made it through their worst

and it takes more than a couple of inches to put you down

Yes you’re a tiny, little blue pen, hanging at the end of a blanket

But you’re the winner, you’ve always been

So just don’t slide and crash against the ground

You’ve made it through the worst and the worst is not now
So hang up on here buddy, and know that you are 
The king of all winning cards, you're a survival . 

Three Cups

Three cups on a table and all behold

The statement “drink me in, just take a sip”

As the thirst crushes my throat and dries

My veins out of life and tampers with my vision.

Three cups on a table and I’m unable to choose.

One will put my thirst to an end and one

Will put my life at stake, it’s that I know

There is always a catch; it can’t be easy.

I stumble and I fall as my eyes flash as a corrupted program

I’m shutting down, as if a machine losing power

My hand hits one of the cups, and it falls to the floor

It breaks and its contents flow

Blood it is, fresh and warm.

I manage to catch the other one in the row

It isn’t water, it isn’t wine

A liquid colorless, tasteless and vague

Just as my life as it scrolls in front of me.

I drink and drink but my throat is still dry

I firm my grip over the cup and I squeeze it tight

I drown myself in the liquid that never satisfies

My thirst, nor my throat, nor my anger, growing.

I come to the last as I tremble and stutter

I raise it to my lips as if a growling animal

I hold it with both hands, I try to drink it and kill my thirst

It’s an empty cup but heavy as a burden.

I fall onto the ground and twist as I’m hurting

In swirls and in circles.

I’m finally set and silent

As someone hurls in to my crying and my sound.

He sees me cut and bleeding, he sees me dead and pleading

He sees the crushed cup of blood

And the one with the nameless drink

He sees the one that’s empty tightened to my grip

As he’s shocked, he tries to loosen my tight

And as the cup is detached from my hand he reads

“Misery” engraved in my palm.

He crawls back in horror, he stands up and runs

He pumps in the walls that meets his path

And that’s how his life went on after seeing me lying dead

And he never tells my story, he never narrates what his eyes beheld.

So here is my story told, here’s mystery getting unfolded

Narrate the story and listen to the sound

Of the changing direction of the wind

It’s “Misery” that I chose as the cup from which I drink

And it’s my curse that has befallen on the person who stayed silent.

البوح بمكنونات صدري الدفينة

ma3lesh ana 7akteb franko 3ashan lw katabt english elkalam msh 7aysa3edny 3ashan ana met3asb awe ya 5al wAllahy delwa2ty w f nafs zat el la7za msh 7ala2y ta3beirat 2a7san mn kalamna "belhagayes" keda 3ashan 2afok mn el ta2a elly ana feiha.

Elly ye3rafny taba3an 7ay2ouly ma3lesh ya Rana lamo2a5za enty mn emta msh metday2a. 7a2olo ma3lesh wAllahy ya bringy ana 3la toul metday2a 3ashan lamo2a5za ya3ny mein f makany mayetdaye2sh?! lama ab2a wa7da shayfa kol sa7baty elly tesa7eb tefarkesh w elly t7eb ta5oud 3la nafou5ha w elly to3gab yetl3 ya 2emma seis ya 2emma shayeflo shoufa tanya. Lama ana ab2a nafsy kol ama ye3gebny 7d yeb2a mesh nafe3 bkol el makayees. Maho aslaha 3awamel moshtaraka, ma3na keda eih ba2a InshaaAllah, ana elly na7s ya3ny walla eih?1 Maho ana asly elly moshtaraka mabien kol sa7baty elly leihom 3elakat ya2emma se2tet ya 2emma 2ayla llso2out. 2ata2 ana ya3ny ya5waty **Zenat Sed2y style** howa ana maleish 7az 2abadan. Wenay ana bada2t asad2 enny ana elly na7s w na7sa el 3eyal ma3aya. Dh 7atta el welad ya Rabby mafeish 7d feihom 3aref yo5tob walla ye3rf 7d w y7ebbo. Wenaby ana elly shakly sho2m 3aleihom **asta3'fer Allah el 3azeem** tayeb maho ana asly lw matkalemtsh 7ata2 ya 3alam, yahoo 7amout!!!

Tayeb ana radya zemetko, lama kol marra mn wana f el madrasa kol ama ye3gebny 7d yeb2a ya 2emma saye3, ya 2aleil el 2adab, ya sa7bety 3agbah, ya howa 3ageb sa7bety, ya yeb2a seis, ya yeb2a msh beta3 gawaz w m2adeiha ana yegraly 7aga walla ana 2a3mel eih f nafsy ya3ny. Ah na wa7da magno, w ta2a w mahbousha w hyper w souty 3aly w narfouza w 3asabeya w mabaskoutsh w lesany 3amel zy el fara2ella bs tayeba wAllahy. 

I know that there should be somebody out there for me waiting for me as well and he's just as insane as I am, as hyper as I am and as lovely as I wish he would. I know, no I believe that there is someone out there waiting for me and he shares the same passions with me, the same relentless mind and high, untamed spirit that craves for whatever breaks the norms. 

Mal3esh 2o3zorouny, w ba3dein to3zorouny eih, 2allak 7ad 7aye2ra ya3ny. Aho ana keda moktane3a enny 3amla blog w el nas bte2ra w el hugs dh w ana 3arfa enno kolo f el shallaf w ma7adesh byefta7o l7ad ama azen zy el debana el re5ma, el faseilla, elly btelz2 f kol wa7ed feina w howa nazel raye7 sho3'lo w matfar2oush l7ad ama ykalem nafso w yeshtem w yza32 w ye2lb el youm b 7aga kazera keda f el 2a5er. 

In all cases, adeiny faketny bkelmtein, 7ayet7atou ganb e5wat-hom 3la blog ma7adesh bye2rah w kalam maloush 2ay talata lazma bs lw makontsh katabto w nasharto kan momkn yegraly 7aga f nafou5y. W fy nehayet el mataf 2a7eb amasy w army eltamasy w 2a2oul leik youm ya zalem w kollo bya5oud elly maktoub w enna lAllah w enna elayh rage3oun w adeiny 2afaltaha b maytam...w SHOKRAN :D :D :D :D

Fury (Calling Blood Prelude)

Born out of mud

Rising from the remains

Moaning as a wounded beast

Casted in the shadows

Covered by the scars of the fire 

That was burning yesterday

It's a muddy, combusted corpse

Made of petrified ashes 

And vivid red veins

Providing blood to the lifeless shape

Pumping red to its veins

Slightly, life it then shows

Raising its head that was broken bent 

With furious and angry eyes

Born of mud, born of clay

Born of fire, sorrow and pain

Blood fed corpse, no joy, no gain

Injecting fury to its veins

Nameless, lifeless, have no brains

Only an urge that carves in its interior organs

That have crumbled to the depths 

Of an endless swamp of disgrace

Only a craving to the sorrow

From which it got created

Only a scream echoing in the universe 

Sounding from the core of earth 

From waste it’s rising

From pain it’s born

To the sky it’s ascending 

To take over the world’s throne

A wasteland it’s generating

As the wasteland it came from

And on blood it’s feeding

Giving it power

Fury, it’s showing

“Anger”, its name to us known

As it rises with its screams

As its moaning cover the sound of whirling wind

It brings dismay to existence 

As for blood it prays

It’s calling for blood, it’s calling for hate

“Fury” is its true description 

As it brings on misery and chains

A devotion it pays 

To the god of blood it only listens

As it ascends to the sky 

And bring on darkness and death to the clouds

Black is its colour covered with strings

Vibrating with red as it streams

Through its petrified ashes

That resulted from the burns of yesterday

Calling Blood

Blood

Soak me in your red

Give me fire, power, beauty and love

Fill me in with your anger

Blood

Inject me with your might 

Blood

Empower me by your colour

Let me drink you in

By your red give me strength

Burn me and tear me apart

Give birth to me through your fury

Blood

Ascend to the sky

Pave my way to creation

In your pools of death let me dive 

Then from your depths let me rise

Let me breathe you as my air

Let me be the one

Blood

Give me the ultimate possession

Over life and existence

Just dye it with your untainted red

And let your anger be prominent

Blood

Show the world your turbulence

Your fury and resistance

Your refusal to obey 

Or yield to compromises

Be the ultimate word

Manifest in my brutality 

Be my power that dominates

Blood

Blood

Give me pleasure and fulfill my desire

Roar in the vicinity yet make no sound

Let your colour be your speech 

And your scent be your voice

Let your essence be the solvent

That diminishes all obstacles

Have the word over the world

Let me be your daughter 

Inject me with your characteristics

And make me your successor and truthful heir

Blood

Blood

Blood

Here I call you

Hear my devotion

And listen to my prayer

Be the one

Be the only

Blood

Blood

You’re my almighty, so listen to me