tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178271532009-02-21T06:13:56.197-08:00Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1162134065357285902006-10-29T07:00:00.000-08:002006-10-29T07:01:05.370-08:00Scene 1<br /><br />Waking up in the morning.. sleeping again.. waking up.. dying.<br /><br />Scene 2<br /><br />Screaming out .. Silence .. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh .. death.<br /><br />Scene 3<br /><br />Insomnia .. crave for 2 hours sleep .. madness .. death<br /><br />Scene 4<br /><br />Your eyes hurt, you can't see, you are blind, you die.<br /><br />Scene 5<br /><br />Breaking the wall, the wall breaks you<br /><br />Scene 6<br /><br />Running on the streets naked, someone covers you up, death<br /><br />Scene 7<br /><br />Try to kill yourself, you still cant do it, death<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-116213406535728590?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1137544341963257032006-01-17T16:29:00.000-08:002006-01-17T16:32:21.976-08:00Life is a big place, we make it smaller, I think hate makes it small, and I think we the humans make hate.<br /><br />Did you ever try looking into the eyes of 2 people really in love ? You will see the endless horizon of life, in a movie called " The legend of 1900 " about a great pianist legend called 1900, one part of the movie speaks symbolizes America as a symbol of hope, I am not saying I would agree with this, but part of the movie the narrator speaks about only one person seeing it first...the statue of liberty, and that this picture has been imprinted in those people's eyes since birth.<br /><br />Some of us do have it I believe, but I am one of the people who believe they don't , who don't have hope in their eyes, who won't definitely be the first , or the second for that case, to see the statue, but I say ... do we have to give up ? people like me, do they have to live their lives crying for not having it ? Can we actually acquire it ? I am not sure, but I am sure of one thing, I shall try.<br /><br />In the 1960s, when the americans went to Vietnam, someone said : " Fighting for peace is like Fucking for virginity" .<br /><br />A singer called Phil Ochs ( during this period too ), sang songs like " I aint marching anymore" , and "Pleasures of the Harbor" with the complete contradiction between both of them, the first being so revolutionist, the second so calm, romantic and pure.<br /><br />People till now judge people for their looks, color, weight, I really think this is pure shit, I also think saying that feeh " bahayem " we feeh " nas betefham " is total Bull Shit, I think it is just a group of people biasing themselves, using a projection defense mechanism described by Sigmond Freud.<br /><br />Do we need to judge people for things they don't have a hand in ? Do we need to marginalize them and call them names to feel superior ? Must we laugh the shit out of ourselves at them just because they are simple ?<br /><br />Do we have to judge someone for religion ? By the fact if they are conservatives or liberals ? Karl Marx said : " Religion is the opium of people" , others say " Religion separates people and makes hate ", I think this is bullshit too, I think People make hate, but we like to hang our faults and complicated complexion on things like religion or any other topic which people can create to make it arguemental. I dont think religion is an opium, I think people who misuse religion for their ownselves are the opium, the dagger from the back, the human pests or parasites or whatever you call them.<br /><br />What did we gain afterall ? What shall we gain ? What do we expect to gain ?<br /><br />......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-113754434196325703?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1135563729011079322005-12-25T18:17:00.000-08:002005-12-25T18:22:09.023-08:00<em>In the darkness of the night</em><br /><br />I see you<br /><br />I see dead people allover<br /><br />I see a mother crying<br /><br />A baby dying<br /><br />A man eaten alive<br /><br /><em>In the darkness of the night</em><br /><br />I remember it all<br /><br />The rumble of the night<br /><br />Scribbling your name on the window<br /><br />Screaming your face to my eyes<br /><br /><em>In the darkness of the night</em><br /><br />I see myself<br /><br />The same old man<br /><br />The same old boy<br /><br />The same old me<br /><br /><em>In the darkness of the night</em><br /><br />Screw the world<br /><br />Hiding in my fears<br /><br />Afraid to come out<br /><br />Afraid to shed tears<br /><br />Dying to remember<br /><br /><strong><u>You !</u></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-113556372901107932?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1131146387403748272005-11-04T15:03:00.000-08:002005-11-04T15:19:47.430-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">الأحلام رفاهية لا نستحقها<br />و الأرض كما هي كروية<br /><br />و كنت أنت<br />و كنت أنا<br />في الخريف....<br /><br />و المساجين يبكون<br />لا حزنا<br />و لكن ذلا....<br /><br />و كنت أمي<br />و كنت ابنك<br />و كان الشتاء..<br /><br />و صبر يونس<br />و صبر أيوب<br />و لست أنا يونس<br />و لست أيوب<br /><br />و كنت ابنتي<br />و كنت أباك<br />و لم يأتي الربيع<br /><br /><br />ربما بكيت مريم<br />ربما بكيت أنت<br />و ربما بكيت أنا<br /><br />فلم لم يأتي الصيف ؟</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-113114638740374827?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1129306826093681582005-10-14T09:14:00.000-07:002005-10-14T09:20:26.096-07:00؟؟؟؟<br /><br /><br />؟؟؟؟!!!<br /><br />؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟<br /><br />طيب خلاص.... مش مهم<br /><br />أيوة...مكان<br /><br />زمان ؟ ممكن<br /><br />ناس ؟ أكيد<br /><br />حب ؟ كره ؟ جايز<br /><br />اله ؟ أحيانا<br /><br />فلوس ؟ أحيانا برده<br /><br />و ؟؟؟<br /><br />وهم ؟ أكيد<br /><br />تمثيلية ؟ مش عارف<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">لعبة </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">:P</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-112930682609368158?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1129292746803881702005-10-14T05:21:00.000-07:002005-10-14T05:25:46.803-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>يا قلة الذل أنا ناوي, ماشرب و لو في الميا عسل</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-112929274680388170?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1129248931248211182005-10-13T17:10:00.000-07:002005-10-13T17:15:31.256-07:00Thank you for making me earn my day<br /><br />Thank for making me here<br /><br />Thank you for letting me on earth<br /><br />Thank you for creating me ! Can't imagine myself uncreated<br /><br />Thank you for giving me the choice of life<br /><br />Thank you for the love in world<br /><br />Thank you for all the great people i meet everyday<br /><br />Thank you for making me lucky...while others die<br /><br />Thank you for giving me a place to live...while others don't get a bare ground<br /><br />Thank you for making me thank you<br /><br />Thank you for being so fair to me !<br /><br />Thank you BB !<br /><br />I love you !<br /><br />( dedicated to sheraz )...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-112924893124821118?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1129247728506041612005-10-13T16:44:00.000-07:002005-10-13T16:55:28.510-07:00أنا هنا<br /><br />و دلوقتي<br /><br />بس !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-112924772850604161?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17827153.post-1129245951250001522005-10-13T16:23:00.000-07:002005-10-13T16:25:51.256-07:00أنا هنا<br /><br />بس !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17827153-112924595125000152?l=mal7141.blogspot.com'/></div>Whoeverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00113894599446457548noreply@blogger.com0