Your Luck From the Bullet Cage

Passing storm

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Count One, Count Two
Open fire at Ten
Large blanket burden of destiny
Fire rounds
Dispense
Loads of Symmetry
Catching the fate between the strings
Of a Spider-web charged desire
Locked into the ether
Locked into the soil
You whisper your intentions
actively passively on the fore
hope is the action
that spills itself in metaphors

There a gun of choice
variegated in size
plunging across the molecules
of destiny’s versatile compounds
attempting karma chemical flux

Who knows what will be?
Who knows seconds
even a breath exhaled
inhaled
is a world teasing us behind garden walls

I can fire shots eternal
what target they hit
is not upon my gauge
not even with a sniper’s eye

can the cage where my soul beats be written…

Of Those Merits

Artist's conception of the Milky Way galaxy.

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You are but thinking of Eden
and Earth is a faraway dream
yet your callouses of love
inhibit your imagination
your imagining
so sweet
child-like
yet not child mature
not accountable
fairytale is
a reminiscent mythology
that power can taste the lips
and make it bleed onto the rose

Dance one, step, two
makes castles with silver clouds
and let colour drenched sky
accomplice
with moon and sun instruments
let world occupy me
yet Earth is still uninvited
Earth rotates dully still
you made it drowsy
by never carving out your
aspiriatory figures
into its ozone
implant
impregnate
projectile wombs
make good listeners

Earth shouldn’t be far
its dimension should be weaved
Earth shouldn’t be far
Its dimension should not deplete
upon your tear stained eye
like an immortal ether of colour
mesh the merits high

love to glow in the lantern of the universe…

Classification Uncertain

Butterflies seduction.

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Pressing me between the sharp clipped world
of your finger nails
insecticide in your passion
insecticide — you classify me as your entomological marvel
you bottled up figment
your world is a parasite
a nucleus of grief
a tangled writhing
of segmented bodies
shooting off to empty space

like liquor in your saliva
your words are coated extravagantly
placed in each pitcher trap
of obscurity
you love dodging morality
you love system displacement
and maximum entropy
you categorize ethical love
as the love of bugs
no human rationale
you point the stick
on your inverted blackboard
as though I am a student
to your experiment!
you state
human are galvanized off-springs of angel eggs
we are super-high
we can glide
with wings
we rip from the birds
and put them in steel armour
so the sky
knows their’s a blade
across the neck

your inventive vision
drinks up disgust
as one would honey
and that is so sadomasochistic

you can clown around
bless the foetus of abortion-life
you can claim a monologue
with a drink

false intellect
I leave you
proud and dumb

to kiss
and be open mouthed
to the vertigoes of chance
and the momentum of the womb…

 

These Shells We Belong In

Sea Shell on the Sea Shore

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Your hard lined mouth
pressed across a hot blooded slot
of my viscous blood
meshed into tiny pieces
of being lusted by freedom and power
you rightfully ripe
born underneath sun-crossed-moon sky
these fossils in our eyes
that some snail left behind
eggs that hatched
with butterfly passion

hold your arms in the shape
that circulates well with your message
build up
build strong your calcium
nor else no crab would make you their home
your shell must not be divided
your shell must not gladly be ignorantly impregnable
let it be as porcupined spined
and forest full as it can

your ancestry makes you vulnerable
your ancestry makes you poignant
your ancestry is your soul strength cove
don;’t put it in murky water
don’t steal a kiss not yours
don’t steal eyes not your joined joint
you are permissible to breathe
you are not permissible to hurt

it is sky starved opium…

EID MUBARAK — Eid-Ul-Azha Allah Almighty Bless All Who Did Hajj

Eid celebrations 2006

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Allah Almighty Bless All Those Who Did Hajj And Eid Mubarak to everyone!

I had a fever so this was the first Eid where I slept all day uptil 5pm 😛 ^_^

But Let’s rejoice My Muslim Brothers And Sisters ^_^

Sisters And Brothers Let Allah Almighty Bless All Of Us ^_^

Caught In Bubbles

The statue of Achilles in Lamia - Fthiotida - ...

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You are sprinkling dust
foaming up your deceit
you tame your wild cards
yet ruin the chess pieces
time then clockwise-anti-clockwise
twisting the grounds of reason
logic is your food
and Lamia is your bitch
with Cupid as your whore
you throw serpents from your bow
you dislodged  bastard of impious desires
and claimed innocent words

I am the master
I am the mistress
I won’t be obliterated
I am ghoul
I am ghost
I am poltergeist
I am pure
I am saintly sinning
as the human body imprinted veins
that root up existence

I have an umbrella for for your discordance
you think you own sex
you can’t monopolize
something that is universal doctrine
and love is Aphrodite of dimensions

you may prick my fingers”
you may want me to eat your apples
but this tree of ugly
does not cleanse me

my phantom is not lost…

Befriended

Katana. Dresden, Zwinger-Museum. 16th or 17th ...

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Courage I contest
I won’t be a weakling
pure strength is not muscle bonded
not entirely
and I know
I have sometimes failed
because I am human
but courage I can’t be powerless

you prefer me armoured
I prefer myself too
to wear the sword
and shield

for heaven is not always here
and there are deserts to endure
pigment me in regeneration
so my flaws can be taught

Courage I contest
I declare
I’m no sex
I’m just human
No gender to dissolve
In monochrome infatuation
I am bow and arrow
Amazon male
I am Mars with the woman’s eyes

No one can stop me
my dreams are loving me
I’m forever
hoping

My sword is my whole self
I can be a soul to inflame eternity…

Soliloquy For A Solitary Star

Iridescence in soap bubbles

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I am an archer
spinning pass continents
of black spun bodies
and iridescent fabrics
oil canvassed
from paints
that are born
from the colour-pot milk

I am sanctuary
I grow
I believe
faith in this wide frontier
explored and untamed
meteorites metamorphising
and satellites that dance
with planetary homes

I am light
I am darkness
I am sliced hemispheres
with my other half the whole universe
I can teem across ether
and atmosphere think me as fire-rain-water droplet
on their heavenly discourse

I give open-mouthed kissed to your dreams
and let your imaginary loves be ignited
you can feel my body
soft and hard
hermaphrodactyl
racing across
galloping over all limits

I am an explosion from the womb of creation
God has weaved me
to embroider
the atoms
of this wide scale
carriage called life

I murmur
I scream
I burst

My heart is never lonely
as I am the nomad who never settles
but revisits all families
the systems cannot erase me…

NaNoMACHINES

240/365 National Novel Writing Month begins

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National Novel Writing Month — or better known as NaNoWriMo — should be renamed GloNoWriMo for — it has gone global to many scales!

Everyone seems to be involved via the internet and some even find it stupid — either way it has become a phenomenon of globalization to many extents.

The medium/profession of writing has become mixed things because of it

  • A commercial product
  • A way of learning different ideas
  • A way of minimizing/maximizing the effects/nuances/qualities of writing
  • A way to meet/open/expand horizons/friends and most of all WRITING

The term or catchphrase Are you NaNoing? has become quite the used sentence this November 2010 in many different chat rooms.

Just like “blog” and “blogging”, “NaNo” and “NaNoing” have become nouns and verbs – neologisms to our world.

It seems the digital Pandora of the global lifestyle has opened up this venture which has now become, from a Western innovation, to a thing that spans continents.

NaNoWriMo can be a very admirable stage for many reasons. From what I have read they want you to write a novella in a period of a month and the best gets published. In a world where writing is considered by many a dying art (a lot of recent blogs I read were concerned by this) and the nature of perceiving and feeling takes a back-seat to logic and reasoning (or the traditional standards of those) NaNoWriMo seems to bring out the world of words — resurrect the phoenix ink and make one go back to the ancient arts (seems arcane/anachronistic to many but still a passionate one for me!)

NaNoWriMo allows people to revisit the literature of the written word. That is its best ambition — and it wishes one to re-connect with the roots of creativity within a month. Explore ideas, ideologies, logic and reasoning (which is not what literature subtracts), philosophies and emotions. It can help someone recognize their voice and put it out, imprint and show it to the world.

However, NaNoWriMo may not be admirable to many. The art of writing does not usually register length — masterpieces may be written in less than 200 words and be completely incoherent to the norm of language standards. NaNoWriMo  wants a novella thus delivers a standard word limit. This may not AT ALL appeal to many writers even those who are considered amateurs and unpublished.  To them writing may be  complete anarchy to system and rules and regulations but NaNoWriMo gives out the word limit rule — to them it may not stimulate creativity rather butcher it with this focus to words. Thus “what’s written” may become seconded to “how much is written” which is the dread of many writers.

Also NaNoWriMo is a competition and so — according to the judges the “best” will win. Can we measure the best amongst the entries? This may really be the uncertainty to many writers. Aside from words what style is being used and what topic/elements may come into play — not to mention if a novella was a good choice for your story’s plot to begin with — this may inhibit many writers for signing up or just inhibit their voice and creativity in general.

The final qualm  of NaNoWriMo may be that it is a commercial tool to many. It says you have to write in a period of a month and that is all. Some writers may think it is forcing creativity for monetay benefits and to those who feel they don’t tilt to the mainstream or to those set notions of writing NaNoWriMo may be an excuse to be writing in the first place. Furthermore, it may, to them, just produce more trashy works than novel ones.

For me — I am neutral on it — I have only heard of NaNoWriMo recently and I guess the sites’ publicity and machinations concerning it piqued my interests.

Many people are benefiting from NaNoWriMo — as writers they may be generating more discipline and ideas than EVER BEFORE. Some may even be getting better at their craft and making new friends along the way as sites which cater to writing and focus on it are catalysing the experience with chat rooms,forums, etcetera.

So, like science fiction, the NaNoMACHINES are either us being productive or becoming madder by the minute — we might have transformed ourselves to NaNoMACHINES for the better or like second-hand smoking be infected by the word-making-critters.

Well  let’s see how the month turns out.

For Those Who are NaNoing Let Allah Almighty Be With You Guys And Good Luck To Future Promise!

 

Your Words Are Tyranny

“Jump, and you will find out how to unfold you...

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Your mouth is exactly an express
a dictionary to untold dimensions
you speak easy
you seduce
lyrically with the bounties of your vocabulary
you triumph

femme fatale-casanova sprung
bathed in oestrogen-testosterone fuel
clinging to that ecstatic rolls
of a pathway untrodden
forests of vast foliage-tongue
and stars that can imprint freckles upon your skin as
they plant so as freckles upon the dark-pale night
astronomy is your sex
and aliphatic is your vessel-bound projectile-womb to Eden

Your words are Tyranny
to those who trust the canon
you are de-canonized
and thus you survive
as you synthesize
with the world

You become the Gaiea-Atlas
Of the new soul
of the universe