Book Of Dreams...

Lebanon - The Story

2007-06-27T01:30:00.000+04:00

Part I - In Their Eyes
Where the truth is served on a twisted plate
While people fight down the empty street
They say no one knows this country’s fate
I say no one knows where to put his feet
No one grabs the foaming truth,
They all watch the fight gaining heat
Down by that crowded corner
Somewhere down the empty street…

They say living means more than breathing
And good things come to those who wait,
But breathing means much more than living
And good things always come too late,
Down by that empty corner
Somewhere down the crowded street…

Part II - All Arms...
Goodbye nation, hello tribe...
I am digging again in my hatred mine,
My mask dissolved, my tattoos are burning,
And my beloved toy is on my side…

Part III - Who Am I?
Burn, burn, burn,
Burn again and burn a little more,
Give it all you got,
Take it all out,
And burn…

But my brother,
Always remember…I won’t blink an eye.

Part IV - Go To Sleep
The hardest part is when I think how beautiful you are
When I think about your troubled heart,
Still pumping blood to a semi-dead brain
To broken limbs and open scars

Its too late now for mourning
Too late now for a self-soothing speech
For a colored picture of tomorrow's morning
For reclaiming a corner or renaming a street.

Part V - The Suicide
You and I are stuck on this highway
In this cubic vehicle, who is driving?
Who took us down boulevard 8?
Who left us helpless at 14th avenue?
Could it be that we're lost in our reflections?
Do you see a self portrait in every direction?
What a bunch of lame suicidal freaks,
Self-selling sick fucks who find it neat to be weak.

Terrorist

2007-02-07T00:27:00.000+04:00

The toys in the attic move at night,
I can hear their whispers as they toll and fight,
Just like the thoughts inside my head...
Just like the dreams that never go to bed,
Just like me they are waiting for a chance...
To make that move, to do that dance.

Tell me my friend, how do you feel?
Tell me, is it any easy to tell what’s real?

Tell me, did love walk through your door?
Tell me, did it leave you feeling so lost and small?

Or tell me maybe about yesterday,
And how will you feel tomorrow, if you lose your way?

Tell me about the ones who own your heart,
Tell me, this time... could they tear it apart?

Or tell me about the ones who own your mind,
Tell me, have you surrendered the remains of your pride?

Tell me how they stain your dreams night after night,
Are you still amazed by their colorful lights?

Please my friend... have a seat, how do you feel
Is it that hard to tell what’s real?

It’s a world of confusions that cover what we see,
And we end up cruising from what it is to what it should be...
Why can’t time go back a little?
Why do we always forget we’re brittle?
When love is the answer, why do we ask?
When love is my answer, why do you ask?

I’ve been stained and despised by modern life,
I’ve been declared a terrorist and I'm paying the price,
But I’m still breathing, there’s pure air down here...
And I don’t care for the things I hear,
And I don’t share the hate they breed,
And I don’t taste the poison they feed,
I don’t care if they broke my teeth...
“No one can give me the air, it’s mine to breathe”*

*The last line is from the song "D'you Know What I mean" by Oasis

Untitled

2007-01-29T17:36:00.000+04:00

It lingers,
It stains,
Like a black spot,
On a white sheet,
Like a tear drop,
On a red cheek...
It's hot,
It's silent,
And it hurts...

A white page,
So empty,
So vague,
Satisfying my blankness,
Satisfying my rage...

A dream of morning,
Misty, warm and soft,
A cup of hot chocolate,
A promise,
An angel's smile of hope,
A carress, a touch,
And a lovely song...
Would you listen?
Shhhhhh....

A "yes" won't do,
A "no" won't do,
What else can you say?
I wish I knew...

It hurts,
But it's fine,
It fades...
Through time...!
I guess,
It's just the way we live,
Under restrains,
Between the words.

I missed you,
I had you,
But I couldn't feel you
Through this world.

I'm sorry...

*Music will be added soon.

*I can't remember when I wrote this... Oh and can you suggest a title?

Tribute to my Dead Self

2007-01-26T01:18:00.000+04:00

Change, is a word of hope,
And I've learned to use it lately.
A promise, is a heavy load,
But I've learned to break it easily.

Pain lingers on with every new lie,
And it slowly becomes a part of you,
And sooner or later you become a disguise,
A cover for the lies that keep coming through.

I have finally discovered the sickness in my soul,
The addiction to failure and the loss of control,
It's been a very long time since I smiled of pride,
It's been a very long time since my good will died.

So today I stop still in my place,
And pay my respect to my evil nature,
The thoughts that mark me as a special case,
And the mind that sees me as a lousy creature.

Today I tired to go back in time,
But I ended up losing my final battle,
I went back looking for any broken signs,
For the reason I can’t get back in the saddle

But on my way, like a lost and found...
People were pointing their fingers at me,
Some were laughing, others just frowned,
But they all decided that the reasons were clear.

There’s no one else to take the blame,
This time I stand up and face the truth,
No one has ever shared my pain,
And no one will when I give up and lose.

I'm standing before you with a naked mind,
Stripping my emotions, breaking inside,
I can't write anymore, because I don’t dare...
Everyone is waiting, but I don’t seem to care...

I've always hidden behind my creations,
I've promised you glory, I've promised you salvation,
But the truth is; I'm out of words,
And I'm referring to the past to gain some sympathy,
You're probably surprised by what you've just heard,
But believe me this time, this is my legacy.

I'm standing before you with a naked mind,
Stripping my emotions, bringing what's inside,
I can't write anymore, because I don’t dare...
Everyone is still waiting,
And still I don’t seem to care…

*I wrote this three years ago... It was a very bad time for me. This was when I decided I'm not going to write anymore, and I didn't, for two years... ;)

Use Your Illusion *

2006-12-31T13:25:00.000+04:00

I look upon the face of an illusion
And I try to see the truth inside
It leaves my senses in a sweet confusion
As a powerful dream controls my mind

I take your words and try them on
And repeat it again till I can hear you
I sink them deep within my songs
And walk line by line till I am near you

I close my eyes to see you closer
And your eyes surround me with obsessive care
Two passionate shinny honey-colored dowsers
And they mine my face like a hunter of pearls

It’s a dream that’s right; it’s real that’s right
It’s the truth that surfs on the face of an illusion
It’s a bliss that’s right; it’s pain that’s right
It’s the sweet bitter taste of a tempting confusion
It's a long distance light,
That shines so bright
But it can easily burn,
Without any concern…
Two butterflies, lost in the night…

*To all those who fell in love "online"...

So...?

2006-12-29T04:01:00.000+04:00

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same? *
Are you still losing?
Or have you started to gain?
Did I make it easier?
Or am I the reason of pain?
Did you reach a decision?
Or will I have to wait again?

You said you need sometime to find a missing link…
Well, I’ve been breathing all the dust that this life can bring,
But I am ready to inhale more, for you…

Is it getting clearer?
Or is the figure still blurred?
Are you still cruising?
Have you found the land of hurt?
Did you find me waiting?
Did you find someone to blame?
Did you hear me calling?
Or was it the last thing you heard?

You said you need sometime to find a missing link…
Well, I’ve been wandering around following the traces of your wings,
But I’m ready to be lost forevermore, for you…

Is it getting closer?
Or is it still far away?
Are you still afraid to love?
Or can’t you find the right words to say?
Did you lose those memories?
Or is it still hitting twice a day?
Can you see me waiting?
Can you see me breaking?
Or is it all the same?

You said you need sometime to find a missing link…
Well, I’ve been begging time to turn your winters to spring,
But I’m ready to beg for more, for you…

And you said that you’re another friend…
And I said that you’re a dream,
And you said that we have both lost…
And I didn't know what that means,
It’s an endless questions love song,
But the answers lie between…

So is it getting better?
Or do you still feel the same?
Did I make it any easier?
Or did I just add to your pain?

You said you need sometime to find a missing link…
Well, I’ve been waiting in the dark…
I wonder what the morning would bring,
And I’m ready to wait more and more, for you...
I am ready for more only for you…

* If Bono will excuse me (U2 - One)

Pink!

2006-12-26T02:05:00.000+04:00

Pink, shines in the day light
Pink, to the left and to the right
Pink, hops-in in my dreams
Pink, turning my blood to steam
Pink, on the windows on the doors on the bed sheets
Pink on the sideways on the rooftops on the dead streets
Pink on the clouds on the skies in the drops of the rain
Pink on the cars on the tips of the wings of the planes

Pink, would you stop somewhere and drop me a line
Because pink, you completely drive me out of my mind
Pink, will you grow up and change your childish acts
Pink, you will do as told or i will tell you the facts
Pink, if only you didn't look so good in her eyes
Hey pink, you wouldn't have been any pink otherwise

Pink, on her face on her shoulders on her cute little shoes
Pink, it’s a trace that I know I would die if I lose

Pink, will you please be kind and show me a way?
Pink, show me a way that I could possibly use.

* The lovely painting is the work of the girl in pink.

Palestine

2006-12-25T01:52:00.000+04:00

A book of pictures…
No words…
No secrets…

Portraits of a bleeding stone,
Of a belt of bricks that grins with hatred
For a wasted limb from ancient times,
Of a hideous checkpoint that belongs to ogres,
Of a slaughtering cross in a sniper's lens,
Of an injured tree that yearns to move,
Of a dry salty tear on the cheek of an infant,
Of frightened eyes that sleep wide open,
Of funeral bells instead of jingles of joy,
Of arms and bullets instead of books and toys…

A book of pictures…
No words…
No secrets…

But you should go to sleep little ones…
And keep your pebbles right under your pillows…
For the book of pictures remains undone...
And the words will come…
The words will come…

*Music by Pink Floyd, The Fletcher Memorial.

War Is Calling Your Names (To Iraq...)

2006-12-21T00:04:00.000+04:00

War drums are banging down the valley tonight
The darkening hatred is restraining the light
Streaming blood veins roll through the dark
The torches burnt out and there isn't a spark

Children’s cries shake the skies on this day
Foamed wasted bodies are turning to gray
It's the edge of the world and there's no turning back
All the pages of history are being painted in black...

All the birds are matches
All the trees are flames
Down the valley of wretches
War is calling your names

It’s the edge of the world and there's no turning back
All the pages of history are being painted in black
All the pages of history are being painted in black...

Love

2006-12-19T00:38:00.000+04:00

What do you want to believe?
And how hard is it for you?
When time is a blend of hours,
And the world is confused within colors,
What will you want to choose?
And how will it feel?
To take your hand, through this puzzling sea,
To be able to feel your purity,
To be able to ease your pain,
To be able to control your insanity,
Amid this unfair game...
Who will it be? What will it be?
When you feel your need, to draw borders between,
The so many mixed up scenes, of love…

Wasted Youth

2006-12-19T00:26:00.000+04:00

Drained and wretched I struggle,
To keep my creation living
I feed her pieces of my heart,
I feed her shattered dreams and broken promises,
My creation never knows the difference…
She smiles with contentment as she sucks out my blood,
And she moans with pleasure as she eats me alive,
It’s the price I’m paying for attempting to hill her
It’s the cost of revolting against her will…

I never knew her hunger could be so wicked,
I never knew her lust could starve me to death,
I never knew her body could enclose so many secrets…
When I think about it I trip, I stumble…
Because pain and pleasure can be the same,
My creation is my living pleasure,
My creation is my growing pain,
My creation and I are partners in pleasure…
But only I am left with pain.