Oh how your eyes light up like the moon

A crescent smile floating between the stars

The curves between your cheeks drifting away

Like golden boats on the Nile

Earthly water feeding the silt

Strange how our tears and the river both cry

But do you cry for the world or for me?

The both of us full of complexity and pain

But tears can also be full of joy

A full face can shine like the morning sun

Rising at dawn by command

And setting softly to its bed

It continues to wake every morning

When shall we wake?

There is so much more to see

Show a light and help us hope

For what is a life without hope?

Fear, pure fear

Villains roam about us

Like hungry thieves with daggers

Circles around their eyes

Fear injected into the masses

Turmoil and anxiety

The devil running through their blood

Be steadfast, hold our ground

We must remain heroes

Our legacy like a statue

We shall not break at the sight of fear

Days full of hope

Creation rather destruction

For we were created from dust

Shadows and Dust

For all else is dust and air

Dust and Air


My beautiful lady Hope


You must be in good spirits and good health

Do not miss the good innocent days of laughter and freedom

Only, the tranquility of a sound mind

Peace, love, and laughter

Reminiscing of a good woman’s hands intertwined amongst your own

Happenstance, two souls knotted like a ribbed rope

Climbing up and down only to find one other

To share a vision through each others eyes is a delight

Like two sailors on a voyage to an uninhabited island

What shall they see?

Maybe everything or merely nothing

The journey is more beautiful than the destination

Time is finite but Hope is forever

It is but two souls in a departing universe

But those souls shall not depart at this moment in time

There is too much at stake

Every day is another fight

For what is it to live if there is nothing to strive for?

Something more than ourselves

A dream, a vision, a goal

This life is but a dream

If you chase your dreams she says

You may catch one, hold it in your palms

Caress it like a newborn baby and watch it grow

There is no such thing as ‘If’

If is doubt disguised as the devil

Oh, My beautiful lady Hope

Do not disappear before me

Let me glaze at you before I submit

I shall pick myself

And charge with these horns of passion

One last time.

Boisit Aniya

Look into the eyes with admiration
Like a thirsty beggar and a generous genie
But be careful not to kiss those eyes
The eyes are a door to a flattering soul
But a soul cannot move without inspiration
It fears beauty and a virtous home
One day the eyes will speak like a guilty thief
It will rotate around with its colors to its admirer
Carrying with it the vision like a king
Who disturbs my slumber?
Have you seen what ive seen?
Its admirer will render shy and speechless
Like that of a modest woman
The eyes are the truth of honest humiity
Please dont kiss my eyes it will say again
The presence of virtue will make everything blurry for me
The modest are few and the hypocrites are many
Approach me and stare all you like
But let these eyes rest for i have seen much of the world
It is full of cruelty and darkness
But darkness is the abscence of light
Cold is the abscence of heat
The eyelids will start to cover the beautiful eyes like curtains
A tear begins to drop like a drip of honey from a bottle
The tear whispers i am here because i remember the past
This too shall pass
The eyelid opens again
But what of the present?
It is a blessing to see it now
Kiss my eyes but be weary
For the future is not in my hands
And beyond what these eyes can see

Twin brothers

Doubt wanders alone like a wandering wraith

Not knowing that faith is his twin brother

Both coming from the same mother

Each capable of defeating each other

But to love faith is to smother it

When one flies then the other sleeps

A leap of faith moves further

Than a million doubts

Like two men

One silent and the other shouting

Faith remains in silence with no complaint

While doubt is shouting worries

Without a doubt you must have faith

But with Faith you have no doubt

This is what moving forward is about

Life isnt about happy endings but the beautiful story

Faith is a pillar to the highest stories

A foundation built of gems

What is a flower without a stem?

Merely pedals on thin air

But doubt is a thief of time and progress

It makes us wander and regress

Our cups full of faith now filled with regret

Making us guilty to drink from our blessing

Poisoning our care and caressing

What is this life without faith?

Specks of doubt without a doubt

A faithful warriors cry is his greatest shout



Fear and Love

You wonder when will the beautiful butterfly come to sit on our shoulders

Arms and body tired like we’ve been carrying a boulder

The blood rush from our heart makes us grow colder

But we look up to see the suns rays

Beams of light shine down heating us like a blanket

Our frozen sigil becomes a vigil for others

Vigilant warriors we have become

Where did all this power come from?

Truly our hardships come from ourselves

And the blessings of our lord come from above

Sometimes all we want to do is fly away like a pack of doves

Remember that the opposite of our fear is our love

A rational heart will always beat an irrational mind

Those who don’t feel are not of our kind

What drives our thoughts is it our heart or our mind? 

Our hearts carries its own intelligence

Parts of it can talk if you let it

What do you think a teardrop is?

Its the hearts way of saying hello and goodbye

To know how to walk is to learn how to fly

Even a teardrop can say a thousand words

Spread our wings and look the sky

Our wingspan is greater than our sighs

A worry is a warriors cry 

Only the strong know what its like to fight and die

But to fight for something pure is to live truly

Spread love its time to do our duty

To god and country

Fear is but a sheep lost and hungry

We are hungry wolves in search of love

Abundance comes from within and from above



Haya’ Mahabba

Beautiful women as we men know it are like swords

Their hair like a sharp blade sways left and right

Casual strikes to the heart and mind

Their love strong enough to intoxicate or sober a humble man

They don’t even realize it which makes them much more powerful

Have you no mercy on us humble men?

What does a man need to do in order to defeat you?

A strike against a strike only creates fire

Let us be the water to your ignited fire

One half of us delicate moons

The other half of you blazing suns

Neither light over light

Nor dark over dark

Darkness is the absence of light

Humble beginnings always start with a spark

Show us your modesty and we will let go of our pride

A man without his ego is a knight without a sword

But a knight will always kneel to a princess

Here we stand like naked peasants

Our egos under your feet

But be merciful to what we offer

For there is much more to us than your deceiving eyes

Mercy is all we ask

And modesty is the answer we expect

Be graceful and delicate in your response



Oh the beautiful star of my soul

Fill my cup up with the wine of your love

Let me drink from your hands

The taste more pleasant than honey from the valleys

I see beautiful roses on your cheeks

Kisses landing on each cheek from the sky

As if God kissed you himself

Everytime I go walking at night

I imagine our shadows walking side by side

My hand in yours and yours in mine

The night so silent I can only hear us

An intimacy strong enough to light up the moon-sky

The white color of Jasmine on your forehead

I stare at it like I would a star in the sky

My eyes melt the longer I look

The light in my eyes like a beggar and a diamond

And the smell of your hair

It makes the honey and flowers jealous

A nectar worth a thousands blooms

A bloom worth a million flowers in the valley

Everytime I go walking at night

I imagine our shadows walking side by side

My hand in yours and yours in mine

The night so silent I can only hear us

An intimacy strong enough to light up the moonsky

I remain a captive of your beauty

Hold me hostage for as long as you desire

As a prisoner of love looking behind a locked door

Peering through the keyhole to see freedom

Only to desire imprisonment between the mercy of your intimacy

And the complexity of your innocent soul


One day I sat and listened to the sound of the water

It was as if the fountain was whispering words into my ear

Then suddenly she appeared like I saw her in my dreams

Her cheeks were more red than the spring roses

She walked by me as i stared at her lavish lips

A small glimpse of her teeth behind a lost smile

Pearls amongst lonely pearls

As I blew her a kiss, it quickly disappeared amongst the clouds

The sky, more jealous than the jasmine flowers around me

I watched my kiss float away like a boat lost at sea

But It was I who was lost at sea

Lost amongst a hidden treasure I couldn’t describe

A white light that could light a thousand lamps

Similar to the feeling of love towards ones lord

Love hidden within light

Only to be discovered with the sincerest emotion


El Hayat El Helwa

A mans life is not measured by how long his years are
But by the days he spent happy in those yearsIf I were to count my happy days, they would be few
But the best of my days were spent alongside my brother and sister
As my brother nourished me with his intelligence I grew stronger
As my sister flooded my mind with her intellect I grew wiser
The best of my days were spent in seclusion
Away from the world I understood who I am
Only when I was alone and secluded did I understand meaning
At times I felt like a beggar for love and experience
But as a beggar never did I beg for money or recognition
It was my hardships that helped me beg for help and grow
As the trials fill up life the wings start to spread
A  bird starts off young and small but then learns to fly
Or a flower, it leans to the right and left as it grows
But then one day blooms and stands straight
Oh, how those years were filled with the smell of a jasmine
Blooming white years filled with the incense of a burning wood
The heart was on fire and the mind empty and hollow
Is it better to be lost or confused?
I never found the answer but the answer found me
But it was only when I stopped looking for the answer
It came to sit on my shoulder like a butterfly
Only to leave me when i attached myself to the world
An old man holding on to his cane in desperation to walk
To regain his youth and colorful young years
Once a baby coming into this world crying while others smiling
Soon to be that old man leaving it smiling while others crying
A mans life is not measured by how much money he made
But the days he spent sharing his wealth
If I were to count my money it would be few
But the best of my days were spent sharing what I had
As gods generosity filled my life with riches that were intangible
The wealth of a man does not lie in his assets and values but his blessings
A bed can be bought but a sound sleep is one of a kind
Friends can be found but the warmth and love of a family is unconditonal
Beautiful books can be bought but virtue must be practiced
A man must take care of his health, his family, and his values
The days I spent with my family and fighting for my health
Are the ones I truly considered lived by me
Measure my years by the words of those who knew me well
Not by the amount of years that I lived



Lately I’ve been feeling cold in this empty house

Imagining her there like I’m being aroused 

She’s there when the music plays

I feel her lost in the sun like yellow rays

She stings me but it tingles

Feeling so comfortably numb

Thoughts of her make me go dumb

I lose control of my body and my mind

My eyes close shut and my dreams go blind

But what is it that drives my mind?

Is it my heart? 

Sometimes I have the right words to say but I don’t know where to start

I imagine us at the finish line

There just wasn’t enough time

We came so far but we couldn’t complete our climb 

I’m falling and falling 

Isnt that appalling? 

WIll you catch me when I’m down?

Maybe throw up a smile when I frown?

These realizations are just illusions

Her hand running across my forehead contusion

Sorry baby for the confusion 

You scarred me with your abrasians and scrapes

My confidence wrapped in sheets of drapes 

Im wrapped in vines of grapes

Cant even taste the sweet nectar

You have me dragged across the floor like hector 

Dragging my heart across the sweet floor

The dust follows and then the dirt cries

It all finally comes out like your beautiful lies

But i remember your whispers and the feel of your thighs

Nevermind I must still be living in a fantasy

A utopia of my own mind

Lovers are so blind

They think too much with their heart

If I could see you again I wouldn’t know where to start