Every letter that I write seems to be burning JidosReality my poetry started learning, that letters become words and words become meanings.


Memories are never lost they awake but day dreaming, sounds searching and screaming my poem book is drowning silently shouting.


The genius in the words as I write when I think, JidosReality was as twisted as an apple refusing to fall down from a tree. Like a shadow afraid of the dark scared to be lost.


A pen with out ink! Oh how hollow can I think? Words come out rushing the poem cuddles my pen as it starts blushing. 


My fingers are tingling buzzing to the words my thoughts are speaking. Sun shine filled with rain drops cold misty days trying to warm my heart up.


I crush and break every word I can't tame, there's a name for those words every word has a name! Poetry as I write it will never be the same.


JidosReality hears my pen pick my brain, hears the book I write in write down what you see. 


But the pen has no ink a "Blank Page is all I can see.


JidosReality 20.3.15

It's madness I tell ya the world I live in, my mind never sleeps it's racing constantly! 

If I could take out all the pain from inside me, and hang it on a washing line for the whole world to see! 

I'm afraid many people would not be able to handle what they see. Do you read my poetry? And ask your self why it's so deep?  

Do you see the tears falling from the words as they speak? 

I try to understand why sadness has attached it's self to me! Why love finds it hard to become best friends with me! 

I gauss it is wat it is it's how it's supposed to be. My soul was just chosen to be left empty. 

If you don't get it? Let me try to explain it simply! Read this poem again the words ain't going anywhere they may be lost but are always listening.

JidosReality 6.2.17

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

Be careful what your words speak be weary what your eyes see be afraid of your thoughts when they let you dream.


Remember that soft touch that made you blush and lust, learn from that soft touch that ended up hurting your confused heart.


It becomes hard to stop trying to understand were to start, the bottom of the food chain that pit is rough. It shattered me to shreds broke me but made me tough.


You ask your self why? You feel like a raggy old cloth your questions are pointless you always stumble and drop.  


Tumbling and falling ending up on the same spot, you a raggy old doll back to front forgetting what it's all about. This poems a "Mixed Salad many lost meanings screaming out.


Is it truly amazing the poetry I'm creating? Does JidosReality attack every thought you try hiding? 


I watch you standing there looking at your clock whilst it's ticking, you watch me over there paranoid at what I'm thinking.


Tick tock don't forget that time don't stop I think it confuses you trying to understand what my poetry is about. 


order a mixed salad the menu ain't as dull as you are.


JidosReality 14.5.15

Im suffocating and breaking hopefully waiting, dreaming and thinking, silence screaming and dreaming.

Basically waiting listening and searching, I'm breaking and crumbling tears watching and smiling.

Water drops searching and biting, hunting me breaking me, my life is dangerously watching me.

Amazingly teaching me running and chasing me, basically biting me taking me, writing had my pen smiling and talking. 

When I was crying and dying thinking and searching, watching the whole world suffocating. My fears were drowning because they were always crying. 

Words cursing and attacking chasing the meaning of the memory! Reality had now become scary.

Thoughts attacking me me like they wanting something, whilst desert storms protect me from the subs heat.

Water drops trapped in the reflection of the mirror that's watching me. Now can you see? Why poetry had to set you free.

Give you letters and words the meaning was so deep. So please come with me inti JidosReality amazingly poetry was an upside down gift.

It was a gift from the pen because words were attracted to me, they broke me and held me, loved me and hated me. 

And now I'm suffocating holding onto the words that are trying to leave me. 

When I write I feel a buzz it's like a star has fallen from the sky from up above. My heart seems to rush the pen speaks so much.

My poetry is amazing because it comes from the heart.

JidosReality 18.6.14

Tasty treats amazing me. So many words chasing me. All asking me questions is it my turn Jido is it me? 

Imagination coming alive! Cover your ears and just maybe you'll hear it smile. I took a letter flipped it over left it dizzy for a while. 

Words addicted to me! Tasty Treats inviting me into this poetry's fix, pens running around searching for ink shaking uncontrollably. 

Poem book snappy snappy! Withdrawal symptoms many letters missing. The Alphabet needs re-mapping.

Cravings searching.... but the compass is missing it's lost in many sentences that are broken and hurting. 

Tasty Treats amazing me.. Words falling out of the sky hand picking me. 

JidosReality will let you into a secret thats free! words only crumble wen you don't allow them to speak.

JidosReality 1.2.17

Slow down for a moment shut up and listen! My depression turned me in to a crazy poet turning words into lunatics. 

Sitting in a square room around a table with the mad ones, suicide whispering in my ear it's time to get out.

The mad ones in the room screaming that the voices in they heads are trying to get out. Call me honest wat ever iv been already Labeled a lunatic! 

Have you ever stood in front of the mirror watching your own reflection cut it's self with every memory that makes it go sick? 

Every word that I write tries to mend the SCARS hidden inside somewhere playing hide and sick. Padded cells decorated with silence.

Medication boxes light you up like matches, therapy sessions leave more questions than answers.

Love trying to be explained! Pain trying to be explained! Emotions all mixed up in this bowl that has no name. 

Crazy poet JidosReality ask Majid? He knows my name.

JidosReality 4.2.17

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

My poetry's so deep they got to dig a hole to find it I'm hiding inside it, it's a confused maze of words crying and smiling I'm lost in those words so they can't find me.

Words addicted to my pen my poetry has a friend ink that always speaks, this maze of letters is a
Puzzle they can't complete.

Every corner they turn is a lessen they would learn, searching for a meaning yet my poetry's always always teaching the more they dig this hole the harder it would be to find me.

Enter the maze please find the letters to the words please, do you  understand what my Poetry does to the pens ink when it thinks? Mind games they like to play now they digging a hole calling my name. 

It's getting bigger and darker my poem book never starters, JidosReality can't they see it's my reality the world I live in. A world mixed with a little madness laughter consumed by sadness happiness fighting with anger.

Thoughts that are always numb from running and falling hard every time they try to jump. Don't see my kindness as a weakness or my Poetry been so simple as washing a plate of dish's.

I guaranty you with a pen you'll find it hard to find the words to explain who you are, were you been and how deep you understand the hole that you in.


JidosReality 20.6.15

No body understands addiction unless you stopped missing what you've been missing.

Hears a half empty broken bottle of cider show me how to fix it? Take a sip have a taste ask me why I crave it?

Show me how to hold onto this broken bottle and teach me how to pour it. Whisper in my ear tell me how to drink it. 

You say it's an addicts addiction! Others say it's a medical condition! 

I say it's a habit gone bad overtaking every thought my mind is thinking, why it's always missing memory's that are always searching.

You say the words it's so sad, I say this broken bottle of cider is all I need in my hand. It's not all iv ever hade. But it's road is  long and sad.

It seems to take me to a place were all my control has gone mad. This broken bottle is nearly empty do you have any money you can lend me?

One day when I'm ready I'll ask this craving to leave me. I'll take this broken bottle and hide it some were it cant see me.

Are you drunk? Or are you high? Do you stumble around until you fall down and cry? 

Do you ever wonder why this bottle is broken but always smiles! 

And When you find the broken missing pieces to this bottle.

Ask them why this bottle always made me cry. 

JidosReality 6.6.14

The words coming out from this poem were sad!

This memory I had hidden away had found away to get out. My pen embraced it knowing every word would break it. 

As i looked at my pen and it's ink winked at me, I whispered to it you not ready to write this memory. 

my pen lashed out angry at me! Dropped out from my hand reminding me it's the reason I'm able to breath. 

It's ink has been loyal to every memory I have let free, it makes me smile when I write reading words that are so deep. 

So my poetry stepped in put my pen in my hand, told us we need each other, with out either one well both go mad.  

So I allowed that memory to speak! The pens ink began to think from happiness and all laughter to the madness so much sadness.

My pen begged me to stop writing, understood why this memory was hidden away from reality. 

My question was not been answered! So i asked again? Can I eat the ashes of your burned figed leaf? 

But the time stopped ticking a broken pen is all I had in my hand not breathing.

JidosReality 9.10.16

Torn apart were do I start? I felt like a cold bath left all alone so I brought a hot water bottle to keep it warm.


 Decision time split into pieces many personalities would now be needed, my trust was taken and abused put me In a position with many rules.


Hear take this pair walk a day in My shoes! Can you keep a secret? Hide it in your pocket take it home and fix it? 


I looked in the mirror and started questioning what 
my reflection was thinking. I was torn between two worlds slowly drowning and thinking . Now the situation I was in needed a solution to all this rule braking. 


I'm balancing trying to walk on this fine line, I'm been expected to choose if the truth is lie. It's a mad mad world when you in to deep and you close your eyes and you just can't sleep.


Now who do I trust? How did I end up torn apart? All I did was listen and give honest advise when I was asked.


The weak link on this chain of trust will have to be addressed, no more games I'll be playing this stress is madly insane. Trust issues throw out the same door you came in.


I'm still torn apart holding onto the edge of the mountain top, if I fall I will drop if I hold on when will it stop? Either way I'm left with two words "Torn Apart".



JidosReality 19.6.15

My body is craving, wishing for a drink, alcohol saved me than took me on a depressed road on a suicide trip.


You start reading this poem and than start to think! How could alcohol have saved him? When it broke him and turned him into a thirsty lunatic addict?


My words become poison with a bottle on the table and a drink in my hand fighting with my demons getting as drunk as I can.


I'm angry and fuming  not stopping and thinking, I'll lash out at you if you try to stop me from drinking. You have all these answers but your questions are misleading.


You think that you helping by telling me I'm being selfish? My body is craving uncontrollably shaking. All you see is addiction a problem that needs fixing.


If my craving never took me to a place that's confusing, I would of been lost in a drunken state, losing.


My phone would start ringing and suicide would be calling, knock knock at the door suicide won't stop stalking, I would of given up and ended six feet in the dark.


This alcohol addict had to realise what I would of lost, I had to be strong or ashes to ashes dust to dust.


JidosReality 19.3.15