Despite my painting skills and the passion ,
Upon which my fate rests .
They have rejected me in a regular fashion !
It's life with its horrible tests .

I will redraw borders and the world map !
My motherland will no longer put up with crap !

"I'm the truth" echoed
Mansur effaced his ownself
He was crucified

With impunity
They invade, destabilize
Clear cut tyranny

We are history
Written by the hand of time
To obscurity

Leave your enemies to me. I will bless them in this world and make them forget my remembrance. They will live as cattle. Deaf, dumb and blind. What's their life but a fading illusion ? They will be forced to a narrow path, a meaningless existence.

Che is still alive
In the hearts of poor people
As he died for them

This world is a rotten carcass, its seekers are dogs

Infact, worse than dogs as dogs love their master

But you forgot God in the love of a fleeting illusion

So God has left you wandering in the mire of nihilism

Every atheist is deaf dumb and blind, worse than a donkey

He mistakes his state of confusion for enlightenment

So let the arrogant people celebrate worldy progress

It will all be leveled to dust, as every civilization before

You people will destroy yourselves with your own hand

"I lie all the time"
Should l include this one too
Won't that make it true

The pen is the sword
Nukes are nothing compared to
Our quick fragile mind

We will scatter as beads
We will swirl and lose ourselves
As HE unveils himself
We will forget the beauty of paradise
And the wrath of hell with its agony
We went through death and resurrection
To finally see our beloved

We need evilness
Or else the world would bore us
Learn to admire it

Describe God to me ?
If we could understand God
He would not be God

Lets set out to explode, literally !
Wear your suicide vest , boy.
We will defeat them, definitely !
Their destruction is our joy.

They have taken everything we cared for !
Heaven waits for us , death is only a door !

Bye, go on son, it's your only chance
It's your fate and our circumstance

Angsty teenagers
Adults with mid life crisis
Oldies stuck in past

It befits l leave empty handed
But with my deeds to the grave
The sunset is here with its warmth
Leave my gravestone, let me sleep
Perhaps, indeed, l will wake up one day
Not for you but to meet God finally

The mountains in summer are beautiful
It's pleasing to see the clouds racing
The breeze which brings the news of rain
The countless stars you count to sleep
The moon with the blanket of darkness
The rosy dawn which wakes you up
The rivers which gush and the calm sea
The cycle of seasons with their charm
The fruits which fall from trees seasonally
Beautiful people in every color and shade
Every culture with its own language
The laws we discover in nature with time
Mathematics with its eternal cold truths
Our blue dot lost in the vast universe

The universe is truly beautiful
And more so , God is beautiful

I would waterboard you, break every single bone in your body.

RIP apart your flesh, cook it and feed it dogs.

Your parents would be tied to a chair and see you getting tortured.

I would shove a giant cactus up your mums ****.

Your smelly stinky ***** Jewish dad would be ***** by 100 *******.

I would grap all of your family members by their big ugly Jewish nose and send them to Hell.

**** Jews , wish ****** didn't stop killing your people.

****** is my ideal, I wish l can continue what he left unfinished oneday.

**** Israel and all jews living in the world.

Everyone who befriends you is as bad as the next jew and doesn't deserve to live on earth.

What's the use of doing anything whilst you are approaching death, if not today, then tomorrow ? And why shouldn't we celebrate death and cry over birth ? Why should l not put an end to the universe if l could, to get to where it's heading anyways ?

To each "why", we can only respond with silence. Everything else, science, religion and philosophy can take a seat. It's not for mankind to contend with its wretched fate. So fold yourself and submit in infinite resignation. We are in face with the void we can never fill or forget. The reality of our unreality.

Once we ruled the world
Our present state is shameful
We will rise again

You are mentally ill
Do as you will
Society laughs at your state
Accept your fate
It's a **** show out there
Take good care

My body is the flute of God
My soul his song, one in unity
I'm his son, his bride, his friend, his beloved
Infact, he's me and l am him

This universe is an illusion, he alone exists
Everything begins and ends in him
He is himself the lover and the beloved
The first, the last, the manifest, the hidden

My privilege of feeling like a total loser. A waste of space. A soul crushing, liberating privilege. Once you realize you are up to no good, that you will amount to nothing in life, you can't help but come into terms with your nothingness. A little before other people who have a lot to lose.

Fatal Halloween
You left this earth suddenly
Was it drugs or fate ?

Don't leave us alone
We have forsaken the world for you
As we sit, stand and sleep
We remember you and forget ourselves
Color us in your color
It's hard to not fall in love with you

Why did l ever mend my clothes with fine stitches
My unpatched shirt spoke with its buttons untucked
My life it held with its warmth over my body against the night
And my eyes could barely see a blue sunshine, was it me ?

We talk of love
And end up with cliches
A disease we cannot get rid of
Or some familiar phrase

Why do we even write?
A blank page conveys more
I can see from foresight
We can't write evermore

Ever since being expelled from Eden
We look and long for our lost home
We descended to this strange place
See, our soul is not of this world
Hence the emptiness we feel now and then

If meaning is use
And language games follow rules
Can we follow them ?

Beautiful genocide
I can't even look or decide
This tunnel ride
**** for a wedding cake and a dead bride

Aim their guns at kids
Batter unarmed civilians
Drag out families

A time will come, truth will become strange
Glad tidings to the strangers

Who travel and remain unfixed to anything They will hastily flee to God

This world is temporary and bound to perish
We love the one who is ever-living

Sleep is the brother of death
We die everyday ,wake up the next day
Death doesn't have the strength
To really make us go away

Paper soldiers defend a dissipating symbol
Reality is inclosing in with every little quake
Some take cyanide, others head for a pistol
Their sins any retribution can't unmake

A knot prophesied
Whosoever unties me
Would conquer Asia

Alexander came
Split the knot with his bare sword
And so it came true

We need our protein
Have you heard of the food chain ?
Nature works like that

Plants feel pain like us
Should we simply starve to death ?
So be consistent

Meat tastes good you know
Arguments are useless here
Leave people alone

You asked for liberty and independence
You were born free to choose as you want
The world shackled you with its mere presence
You made your base desires your commandant

Was this world created without any purpose?
This life is deceptive, it will end in a day
You need to look beyond the mere surface
Follow God, don't stray from the right way

Nothing here, nothing there. What a farce !
And we who are lost in being and becoming

We who cannot sit under a Banyan tree
Nor be crucified as we expect the world's end

It's tiring to cry over the death of God
Let's not bother to visit his grave ever again

"This world is a carcass, it's seekers are dogs"
Then Dog l am, without any shame and deceit

These fools who want to create a new world
They haven't learnt from the mistake of God

Yet still,

I welcome everything with my arms missing
As long as it strikes the world and leaves man stumbling

The world has been caught in a storm .
Since antiquity and forever.
As old cultures merge and new form.
Each claims to be lofty and clever.

There's a way out of this confusion.
Transcend your world and it's history.
Any firm understanding is an illusion.
Life is absurd and a mystery.

Hold on to life despite its bottomless pits
As if you are a memory on the brink of extinction

There isn't a single conflict worth observing
Yet it's life itself to see it within yourself

Feel the Indian ghosts, see Mr Mojo rising.
A drunken poet , a shaman is dancing.
A Priest of Dionysian temple falls.
The crowd is awe struck and in epiphany.
His poetry reminds you of Rimbaud.
He was destined for self destruction.
To be buried in a graveyard of artists.

Sultan Fatih came
Conquered Constantinople
And lo, Rome perished

It is all lost now
No point looking here and there
Forget it , move on

We have lived freely
Our lives are meaningful now
Rome cannot **** us

Barely breathing
Recalling past memories
Its dark, here l go

Down with Communism !
Away with capitalism !
We don't care anymore.