The Return To Despair

Trying to find reasons

To have some hope

But there is nothing

To be found here

Just a lot of people

Busy with their

Own mind

Just like me

The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”

An Ugly Prolog

There are many ugly places

In the world and this is one of them

It is a state of mind

Lost communication

Threats, frustration and destructive people

There are so many people

That want to control you

Cairo is an ugly city

Filled with dust and

Century of repression

My freedom and my inability

To achieve any success

In life coincide with

Sufi Mystic at the Moulid

Destiny and flowers

Creating A Story

Writing is working, trying to put a text together

Finding ways to understand reality in a different

Way. Describing the indescribable, creating new

Unknown worlds for the readers to venture into.

You don’t have to be an expert, journalist or writer

To do that, you just have to try. If you can’t write it

Tell your story to the public by recording it on “tape”

Or Video. A story has traditionally had a start, introducing

The characters and environment, after establishing those

Things something has to happen, the tension builds up

Until the grand finale. The climax is then replaced by a tune down

A conclusion, the hero goes unharmed after killing 50 bandits with

A shot gun, saving the girl and selling the dragon to the highest bidder.

That is storytelling a la Hollywood and it has it’s obvious limitations.

But it’s a way to start working with storytelling.

No Way To Pay

Sleepless night

Waking up at four

Only to find an invoice

On the floor

Something, someone

Else had promised

To pay the other day

Can’t sleep no more

No money in bank

Just have to get

Through another

Day without being

Able to pay

Bad Day

Monday is a terrible day

Losing itself in it’s greyness

Night and day mixes into

An eternal dusk

While people getting back

To work through

Overcrowded streets

Wasted another week

And realise this when I

Get back to the reality of

No plans

Magic Cash

Money is like magic

When you have it

And earn it

Everything feels normal

And you only need to follow

A path to more money

However dreary the work is

It is there but when

You lost your work

Is like being lost in woods

You walk and do not

Find a way or an income

And it takes forever

Until you eventually

Find a tiny road

You start to doubt

Yourself and your ability

All criticism seems so threatening

Correct

The more you trust the critics

The worse it gets

It is a trick and a trap

Still the sun is quite

Trustworthy