I wrote a Poem about Poetry 

Poetry said no.

Told me stop said I'm not ready to understand what poetry knows, I told it iv learned my Lesson! See my memory's were lost just like its soul, 


Nightmares sitting there talking to me, i told Poetry i understand why its thoughts are always speaking, words that are day dreaming screaming at me shouting So loud.


I took the pen away from the pad i made it feel sad. I made my Poem book crave for words that make it go mad.


Poetry laughed at me!! Than silently whispering, told me I was  shouting out words that are mumbling nothing, said every one has a story on a page that speaks, My story was on a broken page thats hard to fix. 

Im often not missed yet so miss understood, 


See poetry with out me is A lost page in a book that cant speak, trying to Miss treat every word it speaks. 

Letters coming alive wen i write see my pen smiles amazed at the poetry it writes.Every line craving a story to tell.

Poetry looked at me tried to shack my hand, begged me for the pen and the pad I had, told me im still not ready to understand wat poetry has.

But respected me for keeping poetry safe in my hand.

JidosReality 14.5.16

Lost a word with so many questions an emotion lost somewhere in the answers.


As my mind twists and turns deep within inside my broken soul has no were to run away and hide. From all this anger my sadness creates from the tears running down my eyes.


Please can you help me breath? I'm looking for my mom my dad any one from my family.


 They all lost it's hurting me inside the memory of them is all that I got.


Have you ever lost everything that meant loads to you? Have you ever lost your self trying to find the truth?


I'm trying to breath and it's hard my shadows lost somewhere in the dark. My thoughts are whispering shouting out loud.


The last thing I said to them was I love you now I pray to see them and tell them I missed them.


I feel anxious confused and powerless no smiles but tears filled with sadness, laughing and blaming me but you don't understand this.


You would expect a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly but how strange does the world become the moment you cry?

And not every smile leaves a twinkle in your eye and not every butterfly deserves to fly.

JidosReality 4.7.15

Like a rusty old nail on an old boat, a business class seat on a plan that takes you somewhere were the stars don't don't glow.

From searching for the keys to the ferrari that's as slow as a donkey goes, from been promised a dream that's so amazing you have to go.

People with out friends traveling to a new boarder, running away from they land a place were peace is consumed by death and hatred is all over they land.

We all have a story to tell a traumatic experience our life becomes a living hell. 

And wen all seems down and depression is the mood, you hear about this drop-in it sounds to good to be true, everybody we trusted on our journey has hurt us.

We walk in to the drop-in confused broken and used, we greeted with a smile! hello my friend! how can I help you.

Would you like a cup of tea or something to eat? Or would you like to sit down hear please take my seat. And slowly it changers our trauma starts mending. 

Our trust starts growing our smiles are now glowing, we left our friends in search for new boards.

Now we have found happiness with friends without boarders.   

JidosReality 6.2.16 (Dedicated to all the Refugees)

Why does he want it? My life is crazy please show me why his life is so amazing, write on this  poems page tell me why I'm thinking?


Take a word from my page JidosReality is alive and breathing, I grew up stumbling and learning. hush be quiet listen this poem is speaking.


It's day dreaming looking for something. It's very hungry munching yet tasting nothing. You been so polite as you read! thank you I love that smile I see on your face as you read.


My anger is my heart beat.They watched me crumble falling slowly weak, and whilst they stood there laughing pointing many fingers at me, I'll be making my bed under the corner shop sleeping on the street.


My pen in my right hand my poem book waiting to speak my thoughts fighting so much greed. I want to strangle every word they said to me I ripped out all this sadness they left on me.


I smiled in they face as they spat on me my names Majid I'm lost in JidosReality. It's a world you could never understand it's always been mis-understood my Poetry snapped begged me to tear out this page from my poem book.


The words showed me and promised me they would never stop speaking as long as my pen is still alive and breathing.


JidosReality 20.7.15

I remember wen I walked onto albert road, I was this mix race stubby funny looking toad.I wonder'd around lost with no were to go.

I walked and I looked and came across this Fox, he said his name was Sam but they called him Fat Fox, he whispered in my ear! Than kissed me on the chick! told me that Albert road and poetry needed me.

And than something magical seemed to have happened, I went from a toad to a poet addicted to writing. I stopped and I listened and was shocked at wat I could see, 

A dog with one eye! A One eyed Dog trying to get free, now the sounds it was making it was never barking or growling, it sounded so strange stuck on a corner watching! 

A strange sight to my eyes I decided to keep on walking, I found my self fishing on Albert road whilst thinking, I cought some bass some cod with a bag of pickle onions I was using.

This goose than approached me asked if I had some bread to give it? I said yes I do! come along with me let's move qweekly.

I took it to this place that I had seeing this guy earlier! His name was Alberrito a mexican lost in a bottle of Tequila. He gave it some bread the Goose passed out qweekly! 

He laughed out so loud said the feast will began shortly, so i called my friend Sam! You know that guy they call the Fat Fox, we all sat at the table and fed our bellys with this roasted Goose that ended up Lost. 

The scraps we were dropping, Little Jonny was eating, see he was a Jack-Russell so hungry and needy. 

And at the end of the feast! The Mexican, And the Fox And the Toad that became a Poet made our way to Huss "House"

We sat there drinking pills-Ners staring out of the window, The Good Politician across the road could only wish that he knew us.  

JidosReality 15.5.16

I had to think about the words before I wrote this Poem, see the hatred in-side me had no were to go.


Words broken by letters that felt abused and ripped apart thoughts searching for a place to hide in the dark.


My Poem books about to explode scattered words filled with Hatred falling apart, my angers lost in a rage strangling this poems page. 


I'm writing and shaking my pens fighting this Poems writing.


Understand the meaning my cravings addicted to this writing, it's so exciting it's creeping out from some were inside me. 


Hatred looks like a water drop falling fast running away lost, I want to rip my soul out into many pieces and let my eyes watch me try to fix it.


It's a dark hole scars filled with Hatred many alive with secrets story's that bleed when they start thinking. 


My mind try's not to day dream my day dreams make my Hatred speak day dreams screaming never going away qweek.


Hatred in this moment many memories filled with moments hating this Moment, remember that day when your life changed? Another moment lost away when you try to pray.


No answers coming back and yet you pray and pray all day thinking of what to say. See my Hatreds alive burning me to ashes in-side. 


A smokeless fire with many flames my Hatred will have to be contained in this poem books page.


JidosReality 19.6.5

Silence I hear nothing it's a strange feeling when your thoughts stop talking, not a whisper or a sound my thoughts have become numb. Every word makes no sense silence has made it's bed.

Silence listen can you hear? This poems empty and hollow filled with meanings screaming loud in your ear. While I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping.

Silence was hear but whispering nothing stalking me at night catching me silently napping, silence all I can hear is breathing! Remind me of the story about the Poem that never stopped screaming.

Why are all the letters shattered into little pieces? Silence my poem book is thinking my pen is silently writing many words that are dreaming. 

Silence listen can you hear? JidosReality is screaming loud in your ear! Every word that you read is trembling with fear.

Silence hush! Be quiet my pen is meditating before the words began to riot whispering in your ear every words phychoticly violent. 

My poem book begins to shake afraid of the shouting the noise is about to make, silence oh! Let's be quiet! Observe my pen in a stray jacket writing words that are silently shouting.

My poetry's to deep so be quiet so it wrote this poem listen to the silence.

JidosReality 6.20.15