I once wrote to mystify a tale of lifetimes crafted in each night and day. So I pray every night as I live a near-death experience before I sleep, and I wonder is it me or my PTSD?

Souls are precious for the soul-less and mine will never be for sale.

There are a million worlds out there and they are all lived here.
Whatever might be the vows you've taken, by the morning they'll all lose their meaning because the night is harsh, and we suffer to sleep, and in our agony, the evil entities creep onto us with their mischievous deals.

There are a million worlds out there and they are all lived here.
My vision's been recalibrated to see every version of what is real, in threads of colors descending, intertwining with my stomach and neck, like a magical key to a world that emanates consciousness in orange and red.

From the brink of death to love and respect, it is all good when I remember, but what can I do when I forget?  

I sleep hoping that the morning will bring back my optimism


Words Of Harfouchism

Defeat
Is just a bad moment

In a special moment

Remember

It cannot stab your Dream

For it's just a bad moment

In a special moment

THE MYSTERY IN YOUR OBJECTIVES,
YOUR PREFERENCES,

WHO YOU GRANT WHAT AND WHY  INTRIGUES ME

THE LOGIC  BEHIND ENTITLEMENT AND ELIGIBILITY
THE UNNECESSARY SACRIFICES  
THE HOLY AGENDA IN YOUR CHOICES
INTRIGUES ME
 
LIFE IS NOT ALL BEAUTY AND NEITHER ITS CREATOR
YOU NEED EVIL TO BE A SAVIOR

DEVIANT , BENT , SHADY  CLAIMS TO BE DEAF WHEN I SPEAK
I WRITE NOW THAT YOU KNOW HOW TO READ

AND MY WORDS RESONATES TO THE FIFTH DIMENSION
TRIGGERING THE SPIN OF THE WHEEL OF FORTUNES IN MY FAVOR

THE WIND BLOWS , THE WOLF HOWLS , THE SKY CRACKS AND I SMILE
AS THE RAIN FALLS DOWN I REALISE ME AND THE GODS ARE ALIGNED FOR THE FIRST TIME 


Words Of Harfouchism

The night comes but i am not ready to sleep

In my dream my lover comes in yellow and green

She removes the crown of leaves off her head
Pulls out a leaf and rubbes it against my chest

Then crumbles it into a pipe and place it on my lips
Commanding me to take a big long hit


As i inhale i reach death,

The end has been summoning me
Whispering my name in between breath
Yet life still claims me

And leaves me wanting more
I would smoke the whole crown if i had the choice


Words Of Harfouchism

I find myself naked
In front of a mirror
Giving my imaginative speech
To the people



Suddenly i'm in the middle of this river
And the Oracle is looking at me

"Smile child
We are here to feel
Life gets confused at times ,

It's allright
Separation is not real. "

Then why not only happy feelings ? I ask

"The duality of your emotions
generates the spinning required for the matter to manifest

Trust and accept life through your feelings "

Words Of Harfouchism