On Hatred

Hatred is a good feeling

Making you feel alive

And strong,

Taking quick and swift action

Demanding action

Like a wild horse

Still this is madness

True madness

But reason is limited

And maims the soul

A dangerous contradiction

To be handle with like a

Conundrum

Late a night with care

Alive

Whatever keeps me alive

It has to be strong

When despair

Grips the soul

In the middle of the night

Haunted Soul

Trying to deal

With the impossible;

The probably future

And the horrors of the past

The memories has come to

Haunt the tired mind again

Sequences repeating itself

Again and again

Peace, happiness, passion

Are lost dreams

Searching for renewed

Meaning in late afternoon

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

Midday Night

Night is in the middle of the day

Sun is shining but in my mind

It is still the middle of the night

Looking for ways out desperate

Hungry, angry and lonely

Knowing the sun will never

Rise again in my mind

Living like a vampire

In the middle of the day

The Center

Freezing in the afternoon breeze

The setting sun changes the colour

Of the city giving an illusion of ancient

History that didn’t exist

The calm, slick atmosphere of the

Administrative building

So frustrating in its denial

And lack of a soul

Promises a future

That is doomed and fears

For it’s own shadow

I am that shadow

An Ugly Winter Night

Life at it’s worse
In the middle of the winter
In the land of the dead
The land of my dad

Where all emotion turned to ice
I never loved your white death
Ugly grey evenings starting at lunch

Slowly the cold eats into your soul
Numbing life and emotion
Here death regins

We move slowly through life
Never getting rid of the frozen ice
That has consumed us
That some think is so wonderful