I'm No born free
I tasted the dust of apartheid
My mother was hiding behind the trees screaming for help
No one was there
No time to sleep
We were cursed for struggle
My father never smiled when my mother would say "the baby is kicking"
Cause he knew,it wasn't the kick of joy
It wasn't a sign of being a soccer star
It was the struggle!

1990 Mandela was out of prison
1993 I was born
1994 the Dom's were free
No more Dom-pass,but not uhuru still
Innocent souls were lost
What was the fighting worth for?

I can forgive but never forget
When De klert called black fools
He said they do nothing but barking
We turned to dogs now

This is for Steve Biko
Chris Hani
Hector Paterson
Raymond mhlaba

Let not my skin define who I am
Let not the earth describe me
I know my future because of my history
I was raised in a town of fallen angels
Where blacks were deceived
Whites felt free
Turn the lights off we all the same colour
Don't turn them on
I want my son to know the history
But to not repeat it.

They say follow your leader
How can you follow corruption?
Zuma this zuma that
Its all illusion
I'll only follow u twitter
I want you to retweet all the ish I'll be posting about you,the ******,The Nkandla part,The Cheating,The Art and the bunch of wives

Yes I voted,I still don't know why I voted
Helen Zille only speaks xhosa in time of elections
Jacob Zuma gives free taxis only to the voting station
Julius Malema will bring apartheid back it is said on radio stations

Mandela spent most time in hospital
All of a sudden his dead
Was he even in jail before?
Oscar Pistorius ran to ****
His now a criminal.

Mandela note on my hand
But valueless

Our economy is dying
Our world is dying

My Dear South Africa..No Power!

“Ethnic cleansing” is an hygienic phrase
Which could have rolled off Joseph Goebbels' tongue.
That Balkan soil from which the Great War sprung
Still yields the crop of hatred neighbours raise.
A Pole who twists the ******* in praise
Swept Hani from the Boksburg social rung
And still the scent of frangipani hung
And clung like power while the townships blaze.

Was Nietzsche right when he said God was dead?
Now whose redemption song can Marley sing?
Why won't we see the hater suffers too?
“Love” was the word Christ-Buddha-Allah said.
Love fuelled the dream of Martin Luther King.
God, forgive them, they know well what they do.

Lyrical love.
Sent from above.
Could I be in heaven?
No, it's 20 to seven.
Still in bed,
can't get it through my head.
Wake up, get up!
Time to emerge,
and feel that surge.
They tell me,
it's the beauty of life!
We live and struggle,
to endure this strife.
My heads in a muddle.
The words are flowing,
But girl, I'm in trouble.
At the intersection,
Losing my direction

Grab onto my hand.
I’ll take you out of this
rubble and trouble.
We’ll live in our own
bubble. Off off and away
we’ll go to wonderland.
Where the fairies fly and
cast spells with their magical
wands and watch the black
swans. While they sit and
dangle their tiny feet in ponds
and sing all kinds of happy
songs. Grab on to my hand
and watch the lilacs float away
as the cool breeze moves them
up and down upon the crystal
clear waters.
So wake up, get up we have no
time to waste we have dreams and
butterflies that are waiting to be
chased. And cigarette smokes to
be blown up up and away at the
end of the day. Grab onto my hand
and ill show you the beauty of life
and this wonderland.

Girl, girl take me away.
yearn to live for another day.
These crazy dreams,
I can't believe .
Can it be real?
Acquisition, proposition, definition of an unattainable life.
It's never enough.
But, one look in your eye,
and I dismiss all the tough,
existence I see.
That ravages my mind,
never letting me be.
I take your hand,
so tall we stand.
This world we see,
has destiny.
Some say is written,
but **** it hurts!
Like I've just been bitten.
Ambiguous grey clouds,
need to push through.
To puff away the moments
that hold me so blue.
I waited for love,
from heavens above.
I'm an only planet
which orbits your sun.
I feed off your warm energy,
photosynthesis of heart and mind.
Our bodies in turn,
reach out and burn.
The chlorophyll I make,
will never break,
on this leaf of life
we share ~

Nothing to lose,
No love to prove.
Only my words to confuse.
Let our words move to a groove.
For a world will see.
What the written word can be.
Stronger than the might of a sword.
To stop you people getting bored.
Listen out loud.
Yes, all of you in the crowd.
It's time for peace.
Put down your guns.
And let the violence cease*.

Therefore I’ll watch the clouds 
drop down the rain. As I dig out 
the best of words from inside my 
veins. Spread my thoughts using 
nothing but a poets feather and ink. 
While I try not to blink as to watch 
the people of the world drop down 
their silver swords. and harmful guns. 
I’m not saying we should all act pure like 
nuns. Now let’s start off from where we 
begun. Nothing to lose, No love to prove.
Only my words to confuse. Believe or not 
I’m writing these words without even 
sipping on ***** or listening to jazz and 
blues ~

SometimesIlookoutofthewindow
And                  Iwo            ­   nder
Ifwe                  eve               ndes
Erve                  this               beau
tiful                   pla                netw
Edidnothingtoearn,andtrytolooka
Tev      ­             ery                thing
Alit                   tleb               itdiffe
Ren                   tlyt               hanI'd
Bee                   nta                 ught
AllmylifeonthiswonderfuloldEarth

Can you hear it ?
Can you hear it ?
The mermaids
whispering secrets
to the shells found in
the red sea. They don't
have flowers in their
hair. All they do all day
is laugh without a care
with pink clam shells
surrounding them
everywhere. Seaweed
wrapped around their
necks looking prettier
than diamonds and stone
gems. Can you hear
them from the distance
over there upon the
coral reefs. Sitting
and singing in peace.
If you hear them would
you tell me please

*For they make a sound
like no other, sweeter and
softer than any lover. Among-st
those timeless whispering
waves, spirits so free, that we
all desire to be. Unleashed from
lives that hold them as slaves.
Free, free, so, so, leave them be

başım çatlıyor birkaç gündür
sirayet ediyor yaşıma
kalp ağrısı diyor doktor
ağır yükler taşıma

biteviye tırlatmış olmalı
diye düşünmüş olsa gerek ki
bin miligram davul yazmış
bir de tokmak ruhuma
deng-i kalp vücut bulsun
sabah sertliğim
sakinleşsin diye

halbuki
bungee jumping
seviyorum ben
düzüşmek yükseklerde
ve
göze almak yere çakılmayı
meretin sekiz seviyesinde

yoksa corvet teyzenin
bir yıldır kullandığı
gergedan kokan süngerinden
ne farkı kalır geçen yılların
yazdığı reçeteyi
buruşturup attım çöpe

bronx’a gitmeliydim acil
uyurken zürefa cebimde
mary jane özlemiştir
diye düşündüm
eski
bir pigme masalı zihnimde

dışarısı soğuk ve uğulgan
karsa sokakta anadan üryan
bir taksi bile yoktu etrafta
o yüzden
daldım bir bara
göz gözü görmüyordu

kapıda birkaç kafayı bulan
adam ve kadınlar
bir ton lakırdı vardı
kadehlerden taşan

****** mary dedim
varsa en sert olanından
et yığını biriydi barmen
ceza yazan trafik polisine
bakar gibi bakıyordum ki
bacardim de var dedi
arzu ederseniz

****** dedim
ağır çekim
sigaramın dumanından

manhattan’dan mısın
diye sordu
kadehi uzatırken
mardin’liyim dedim
hani şu kapısı şen olan

anlamadım dedi
ben de
avukatım gelmeden
konuşmam

sustu hergele
penceredeydi gözüm oysa
ince ince yağıyordu kar
kırım kongo şeklinde
ve
ayaklarımdan ateş
hızla
yol alıyor beynime

işte o an
ölüm provamı düşledim
bir an
mary jane
defin kortejinde

ceviz kaplama gövdem
bu yıl değilse gelecek sene
diye geçti aklımdan

ve çene’deki
muhteşem temaşa
"işte böyle"...



Vaha

I knew that I was Icarus
flying to you my sun
I knew that I would burn,
just as we thought but mine
is never ending like that in the book
Oh Hani, I maybe
writing this letter, words
that wont take effect
because I somehow know already
that you are never for me
still i write this because
i feel that it could be something
of significance in my life
because your effect to me
Is something so obscure
yet it hit me so hard

My heart stopped... when I saw it
then it started beating this
weird and lovely rhythm the
minute-
you talked to me
I barely cant write a song about
it, but this makes just
my mind go crazy
and I realized that
my words now got lost.
I'm struggling in these
waters, waiting and
hoping for you to save me
but I know you just wouldn't
Even if this paper crowds-
-full, this ink runs out
and though I have already
poured my feelings out
I somehow know in fear
that my feelings and your
feelings will never be
the same. Just two lines
that don't meet each other
Parallel lines, we are
walking in this world.
More difficult than math
and asymptotes that don't collide
I'd rather vanish. but
nothing would change
-I still wouldn't matter
and my thought would blur-
out still not crossing your
life. But I know it will
always be here
For you

Long taim mi sa mekim rong, gutpla tingting em i kamap. Em ikam na em i toktok wantem mi, na em i tok olsem, "Noken bisi long bihainim gris blong snek olsem ya, bihainim tok blong mi na bai yu inap".

Long nait, nek blo yu isave hamamasim mi. Na long moning, hanmak blong yu i woklo stiaim mi long ol gutpla gutpla rot igo long gutpla gutpla wara. Olgeta hevi i woklo lus.

Long taim mi pasim tingting stret long yu, orait mitupla ikam kamap pinis long maunten igo antap. Na antap blong em i antap moa winim ol klaut. Hau bai mi sakim tok blo yu o? Mi nonap, long wanem, tok blong yu i switpla tumas olsem hani i kapsait niupla tru long sait blong diwai. Bai mi hamamas moa yet na nomoa bihainim snek nem blong em, rong.

acıklı filmlerden nefret ederim
yine de
bir bilet veriliyor bir akşam
giriyorsun suareye
ilk başlar yormuyor
on dakika aradan sonra
saplıyor kadın bıçağı
bir şey hissetmiyorsun önce
teğet geçiyor kalbi kahkahaları
ölmüyor adam, beter oluyor
oksijen azalan beyninde
Tanrım! ne dangalak kareler
çıkmak istiyor duygular
sıyrılmak derisinden
ama imkansız
seni de
çekiyor içine mayıs
bir sürüngenin dilinde
yerleşiyorsun
salon salomanje sandığın
karanlık dehlize
uluorta oynaşıyor kadın
adamdan imtina ettiği
günışıklarını
bolca dağıtıyor evrene
sevmek, sevilmek
şehir efsanesi
duygu yitiminde kopuyor kıyamet
evriliyor bukalemun gibi benliğine
hücreleri çiğnerken kalp atışların
sevişiyor yabancı bir gövdeyle
ne cüretkar bir senaryo
işbirlikçiden söz etmiyor film
senaryoda olduğu halde
fakat ben görüyorum
uzaktan yakınlar birbirilerine
aynı familyagil, yani o da sürüngen
hani şu
arada bir köpek kılığına giren
ve fakat
adamın ifadesi alınıyor hastanede
temmuz köpeğimi çağrın diye
bas bas bağırıyor adam
bukalemun onun yüreğinde...


Vaha

As a lactose intolerant
     cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
     ("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
     I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
     of Hani La (vanilla),

     this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
     watering chiefly hanker
     for milch of
     human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
     skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made

     sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
     of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
     and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking

     trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
     thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
     to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
     massaging, and kneading

     dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
     which seems tubby
     in axis Sybil for Nick -
     A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
     frantically, gingerly, and
     haphazardly kickstarting
***** riot with this feeble attempt

     for a firm hut heave action,
     one docile male member
     devoid of livingsocial,
     hence aye ****
     sitter ring joining

a nunnery, which
     would be habit chilly unfitting,
     and very un convent
     shin null for a poetic ending!

By Eng. Hani Ghanem

We...
we are still alive...
breathe the morning sun,
do not walk away
from the heat of afternoon.
Every day
we say goodbye to the moment of sunset
and wait for the nightly pretty pictures !!!

We...
we are still alive...
quickly
drink morning coffee
we have no time for lunch...
Many Affairs
have stolen friends from us,
others  have driven away our beloved ones

We still have yellow hope !!
Moon still has two faces:
Known face is overlooking the sun
And the hidden one is waiting us !!!

We still yearn for
a beautiful word,
a thin smile,
hiss affectionate,
and crazy groans

“Rhythm of Heart”  

Bonjour darling
My pleasure to say
“Bonjour mon amour”
or you prefer to hear
“Bonjour mon Amie”???
To be “mon Amie” …
I should release my mind!
To be “mon amour “…
I should widely open my heart!
No one can combine
both “Heart and Mind”.
Both cannot live friendly
together in one world.
I will adapt my feelings
I would adapt my heart
I would change my mind
to meet what your heart
would expect from mine.
I would Learn Spanish
I would learn Chinese
I would learn the language of your eyes
I would draw the rhythm of your heart
The impossible I would do
to fly up to your moon!!
Aiming to be close to your heart
Dreaming to share the rest of life

                                        Written by:
                                             Eng. Hani Ghanem
                                                     Amman – 30/7/2019