Alleged linear
Ignoring its devious nature,
Time is homogenous
Conflicting with my behaviour

Allowing ritualized secrets and processes
Personalized by fragments that possesses
The civilized enablers
To protect art in form of divination

Revealing obsequious attempts
To pretend the culture's end
Ignoring our needs,
Promoting that healing isn't real
Inculcating us through a pharmaceutical delight
A treat to numb your mind
And make you believe that magic isn't real.


Words Of Harfouchism.

I am unknown, still alone.
Experiencing on my own.

No witnesses to validate
My involvement or the weight
Of the choices i've made
Trying to liberate my spirits
With my patterned habits
Only to understand
That i am digging my end
With my crooked tangled hands

But still

My fears and
feelings they tend to vary
And my mind keep changing its mind.

So now i just smile and carry on
Leaving all my worries behind

No one likes to deal with the the unknown
Someone must be manifesting
Because i can't explain my preferences
Disowned , unresting
I have to believe an omniscent is guiding me
So i can truly rest in peace
I don't believe in responsibilities.

Writing is the only way to fruit this fear.

Words Of Harfouchism

Beside the river,
I transfigure into my feather shape
I am in my bird state
Calling out for my mystical encounter
"Come make me wings and help me escape "

I feel a strong heat and an intense grip on my back
I look at the mirror and see my reflection sewing me wings around my neck

Its all a trip i claim

Just like a drop of paint in water
The rain came
to destroy the image of my lover

My unheard comforter that willfully has to lie

For this river reflects my buried will to die

But i ignore it all and fly high because i am entitled to the good things in life


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Birds, they come to my porch to talk
Except for these crows that visit me on my window in floks.

With each cycle's end the black birds come to me again
I learned to speak with crows many lives ago
We have a pact that makes them reveal to me what they know

Knowledge is a fortune
Curiousity is a heavy burden
When the cycle ends , i close my window's curtains

Restless days , restless nights
Restless thoughts inside this restless mind

My will is conscious  , my allies are aligned
Death is still , waiting silently by my side

I am ready to accept what is mine. ( Do i have a choice?)

Words Of Harfouchism

Resurrected in a dream

Life comes uninvited, surpassing reason, binding the creation, revealing imprinted information in our core, without explanation.

Reality and imagination are not opposed,
we observe the wild self hoping to be acquainted,  as a response to a lack of choice.

Let my unseen stream take you there.
I have become nothing but air, truly heavenly air.
A new way has come to me, a language only the old tongues could speak.

Resurrected in a dream,

We die for real, to live our wild fantasies.

The future depends on our state of mind
Be grateful and leave the past behind.

Tell the judge what he is ought to hear
Make it clear that we humans are born to be free.


Words Of Harfouchism

My words won't sooth you

I've been guided and misguided ,i am out of depth

But let me introduce you to a perceptive a little more complex

On how you view life,

Whatever you may desire, exclude it from lies
Because the truth brings peace of mind

Invest in fellowship.
Sing, dance , imagine, but don't worship,
Unless in bed.

Communicate to the other what you like in ***.

Words Of Harfouchism.

The pen of the past write the future in the present
People pretend and never learn their lessons.

And they fight their ego, but it always prevails
God's existence doesn't make sense,
Life's not fair
I guess Nietzsche was right ,
God is dead.

The pen of the past write the future in the present
What i am trying to say is that your choices will haunt you forever
And make you lose control and forget that you are blessed
Aliens are the new religion and GOD is dead.

As i declare it
I write it and turn to sleep
If GOD is dead, he is living in my head
I say my prayer and fade away
In the dreamworld where the ego always prevails .

Words Of Harfouchism.

English!! What a language!??!
******* clarifies everything

     Words Of Harfouchism.

We were dropped into this world, created , unborned.
Me and a Girl woke up in this life , curious, alone.

We loved in the begining
Then our dreams started manifesting sins
And we discoverd we could hurt each other
So
We wanted to be rich.

We wanted to have power
We wated to deviate and become free from one another.

So i learned the economical structure of human nature.
I manipulated my thoughts
Stimulated my behaviour.

Left the enemy confused , poor and in danger
I won the first battle
And that's how the war began

I used
A hidden system that doesn't easily reveal itself

A system that uses Feelings as its currency
A knwoledge of energy, and ability
To make the other
Feel infinitely what the mind's will command

It could give great power or make the other weak instead.

If you know what i am saying you're from my breed
And if you still use banking , you'll follow my girl's destiny.


Words Of Harfouchism

My ancestors talk about celestial dragons and snakes of fire, how they plunge from the skies into one's mind,
illuminating their bodies and souls, as a path to acquire knowledge directly from the source.

The truth is by nature ,pursued,
and once the dragon's been invoked it is impossible to tame it.
I rest my head  motionless after a long intense wave of scrutiny
Moments are registered in my mind as a process of validation for my internal terminology.
Fantasies became cheap thrills in a world of trickery, you call me friend by day and in the night the enemy.
A lie costs nothing for those involved in recognition,
conditioned to a game I no longer play. I expand, in my dream I am the dragon and the man.

Those who see the truth always crave its taste, I close my eyes and feel them melting down on my face, I sacrifice my sight and swallow it like two raw eggs.

From my window a falcon flies into my room and lands as a toad on my bed . It looks at me smiling as it discharges venom into my chest
There are many defense mechanisms at play and i don't require complex justification to claim a unified actuality even if it risks exposing our vulnerabilities

So I ask to hear the truth from the crowned ones in the sun, drunk with my interest they abide and whisper it.
Simultaneously with my awareness small serpent of energy appears and start mending my lips together , the secrets will be kept , doubt kills the truth and the world is just not there yet , to believe a blind man and a mute.