In the wind

I stand alone!

Bellowing winds, drive me home

In agony, I cry for a dream forlorn 

To build a world that is free of form

A world where Truth can again be born

Of purest thought, of noble intention

A world so free from any contention 

Alas, my soul now must now take flight 

As darkness falls in a starless night 

I ride the winds to from whence I came 

A place were Light will always remain 

Where my dream can be reborn again 


The vengeful Murex

If you chance upon a smooth red sea shore,
tread carefully ….lest your sorrows multiply even more.
A spiny Murex could be lurking …in wait for a pompous step.
As many of its kin died for the imperial purple it delights in crimson red.



The Postmodern Man

Wondering through an old town
I saw a sight that made me frown
People running all over the place
With no purpose, but an angry face

Tearing houses in which they dwell
Barking words I can not tell
Breaking mirrors and shattering glass
What an awful fate this has come to pass

They smashed all that could glimmer
Their ugly faces it could mirror
I asked a man what is going on
To the beautiful city of a thousand songs

He stared at me in total confusion
Then said “We lost all truth for an illusion”
“At first it was truth that we were seeking
But lost all hope when we lost all meaning”

“Of many Gods we did create
Then we destroyed and declared their fate”
Of what is sacred we did not respect
Many noble meaning we did dissect ”

“We studied stars with microscopes
Viewed atoms with telescopes

“We uttered word we shouldn’t speak
Turned heaven’s gift into a freak
We’ve broken vows we shouldn’t break
Our existence became a funny mistake”

“Then our hearts turned to dust
Nothing left that we can trust
“God is dead” the man proclaimed
“Man is god, man is great”

“When man is god all is abstruse
What use to him, is now the truth
Of a murky mix he did evolve
In murky chaos he must now dissolve”

“All must be now undone
All hope is lost all meanings gone”
I walked away in disbelief
My heart now filled with so much grief

What tragic end could all this be
For men with eyes but could not see
What strange turns this world does take
When men are stung by a life-giving snake

Logic used to break man’s chains
From chains of logic it should break again
I weep for that post-modern man
Post-modern, postmortem and the world is bland


Reality’s Semblance

Layers of Lies marching in semblance
of an ugly and distorted “reality”

Lives wasted in transience
in false hopes of evidential existentiality

In fear of facing internal emptiness
they blind themselves to possibilities of … humanity


The Coward

I saw him fall to his knees,
crawl for mercy
…. from a self appointed god.

As a man drowning at sea,
exhausting all his energy swimming away from the visible shore
… for a straw to save him.

Damn him and his race!
He will get no quarter from his idol
… and no pity from me.

Cowards are the muck that we have to
tread through on our long march
… to freedom.


The bane of Morsi

Morsi! thou art abominable !

How many youths will have to die?
…to save your face and preserve a lie!

How much tears must be shed?
How much blood must be bled?

How many holy words used in vain?
To sow confusion can cause much pain?

Renaissance is nonsense!
Conscience is pretentiousness!

How many noble words by avarice consumed?
Can they one day be dug out and exhumed? 

And the word of God you used to claim…
the passions of many who now worship your name

Morsi! thou art hideous !


The Awakening

I hear an ancient echo from the deep.
“Arise right now! Do not sleep !
Till the earth and sow the ground
For what once was lost, has just been found!”

Whence such echo came?
Why does it now call my name?
Has it been heard before?
Will it be saying  more?

My heart now sings to a new tune.
My mind, for joy, is in a swoon.
But, what should I be doing now?
Unsure. I just repent and bow.

That ancient spirit will the show the way.
I am almost sure, I hope and pray.


On the Death of Terrorosity

No glory in slaying a monster you made
No joy! The debt of injustice shall be paid!
What justice and honor and values you state?
Feed anger with hate! Will hatred abate?
Celebrate, smile and self-congratulate!
Enjoy the night…
But when you wake: remember, it is not too late!

Update: This poem was significantly improved by the editorial input of Steve Smith of the Friam group.


Holding on to the ephemeral

How tides of noble emotions have turned. Remember Tahrir, where all the masks fell, where labels disappeared, and where ideologies where naught. We cried together against tyranny and we were longing for … something.

Easy for some to call that something “freedom”. Some may even be presumptuous enough and say it was about specific fair demands. But that does not capture it, there was something more. Something too noble and delicate to describe. Something, that is to be felt, or maybe just whispered. Forgive me, for my powers of articulation fails me here. But that certain something was worth dying for. I may call it spirit of Jan 25, but that is just a label, it says nothing really.

I am holding to the memory of the noble gaze in the eyes of my fellow revolutionary. That certain respect and affection (still those words do not suffice). In that gaze I could clearly read that he/she would be happy to die for me. With that spirit nothing seemed impossible.

The greatest damage of the referendum was that it wounded that spirit. Now I look around me and I see leftist, liberals, salafis, copts, muslim brothers, and the ideologically unclassifiable. I see classes, different outlooks, drives, and goals. I wish we could have suspended all that just a bit longer. I wish we can do it again. That certain spirit needs to be invoked again while the memory of it is still fresh. That spirit needs a body though which it takes form in our life and heal the many wounds of division and separation in our land.

I long for a constitution that could be the embodiment of that spirit. It pains me to see many jockeying for position to promote their own ideological agendas.

Do you still remember that spirit? Do you want it to take form? Shall we try again to bring it about…together?