On Time Management

Life is often lost

Because of

Good intentions

Almost all of our

Beliefs are false

By the time we discover

This we are old

Therefore strangers

Use your time

Not only wisely

But use it to get

Rid of illusions

What To Do

What do we do

When life

Hit us hard enough

When our patterns

Get the best of us

How to survive defeat and loss?

Only then the things that cannot

Be measured might save us

Like art, running or

Just being outside

In the miracle

That is nature

Lost Soul of The Ghoul

I am a man whose soul has been raped by God

Walking around this world

Searching for the Sufi shrine

That is gone long time ago

Living in the city of light

The city of big reasons and

Total improvement

I am as lost here in the north

As you are in the south

The hot and dusty spaces

In Cairo

Eternal conflict, grey dim light

Of a billion grains of dust

Moving around waiting for

Destruction and

Recreation

Loop

Sitting in the company of quiet old men

Reading their iPhones for meaning and comfort

While the music keeps humming together

Whit the bakery’s fridge in a very in easy way

We are waiting for the time to go

The time to go to the end

The sun shines through the dirty window

And enlighten our dreams that

Are as dusty as our mind

As rotten as the worst boat you

Can find

It won’t take us anywhere but here

Catch in our own loop

Turning round and round

The end is not near just no need

For fear our hope

Here in our loop

Love, My Love

Love,what is love,

A feeling, fantasy projected on someone else

Loneliness shared by two

Soon gone, fading illusions

No happiness only sorrow follow

You grieve for years only to

Realise that you actually learned

A new way to make your coffee

What a terrible price for such

A trivial knowledge

Jungle

In the middle of a jungle

No clear way out

Looking for orientation points

Chances of survival

Looks slim

Every action steals energy

Maybe we should stay

Here and die

Such a boring slow death

Never described before

A Moment of Shadow

I am just a shadow

Of myself

Looking out through

The window

I could be so much more

But here I am

Almost invisible gray

Time has past and a lot of things

Is not possible anymore

Still the light from the rising sun

Shines at my lap

Heating cold bones

California

I see my life passing

And suddenly connecting

To other people’s stories

But where am I

In all this mess

Just drifting

On the great river of

Life and desires

Just so lost

The rest of my life

Might be bitter and sour

But I am proud that

Eventually I left for

Something completely

Different