I remember,
Being 10,
And scared...

Do You?

I was scared of the move.
Our car puncturing borders
And my mind racing even faster.

Out of the most standard questions,
I chose two.

Who?

And How?

I assure you,
The answers where beautiful.

Now im 20 and,
And, im doing it again.

Im scared. Im thinking.
And Im in motion.

I have no new questions

But soon Ill have new answers.

And maybe new beauty.

In the quantum realm of my reality
I designed a mathematically beautiful fantasy

An illusiory of science and dark alliances
A mystical act of a forgotten godlessness

I was deprived from my own health
I genusly fabricated my own death

But before i enter the hole
I have two wishes, in it you will take a role

A candle for me when i go
A requiem for my dreams and my soul


Words Of Harfouchism

The same scene repeats itself
Once again i run away from my lover's debt

As i breath in your love, i exhale my lies
Am i wrongful to you with my duplicated life?

I will soon disappear and leave you with a letter.
I have to find my freedom, isn't that what really matters?

When will i conquer my cursed ability?
My talent to transform lies into a creative reality.

Is this true? i don't really know
In the end however, i shall die alone.


Words Of Harfouchism

A negligible volume and infinite energy
A limitless interval of knowledge and intimacy

Wisdom surpassing reason binding the creation
Imprinted information in our core's explanation

I am eternal, i will never die
Death is conquered, though you will putrefy
Because
You knew too much, still you chose crime
But
I come from the outter margin, beyond space and time


Words Of Harfouchism

In the inner margin of time and space
I conquered the spiritual illusion of Gods and race

My tears spoke of a blind purpose
Of a false wisdom and corrupted conscious

I rebeled agaisnt my prophet and prophetess
For we are nothing but nature's sons and daughters

I love this place across the water, the mysticated river
The place beyond existence, the place of shivers

In the outter margin i shall forever fall
Life is a mystery, and mystery is a waterfall


Words Of Harfouchism

Let me see beyond your beautiful,
Let my fingers trace your scars,
Not to haunt you, or taunt you,
But to remind you of all your battles, that you have made it this far.


While everyone else gets to hear you laugh,
I want to be there whether you quietly sob, or when you scream your lungs out.
I wouldn't want to miss any uphill battles, Or any moments headed south.


While the world patiently waits to witness what you make,
I want to be a witness to whatever it is that makes you.


I will walk with you, bare-foot, slippers, sneakers or boots.
The world gets to adore the beauty of the rose,
While I find myself falling in love with the roots.