Love, photography and poetry
Is all what I need ..
to fulfil my dream
For higher souls are up to the sacrifies
-and suffering- a dream needs
And lowly beings -chuckled in despair-
Can never succeed ..
Tarekofcairo
The colour of blood
Is all red …
Spilled screaming
on our dawn
….
The flesh of burnt pride
Is all the same
Like the smell of hate
We both exhale
….
The chasm of void
Between us deeper
Than my stupidity
and your cruelty
….
your fingers hold mine
On the same knife
that stabbed us
into the same fate
….
Just as we were tortured
In the same jail that wore our graffiti
not so long, remember
if you dare
….
If we survived today
we will lie flat black eyed
Stretched on the cold asphalt
Facing the same blue sky
….
And if we die
We will hug each other
Stacked in the same grave
Peacefully gone ,
….
If love fails to unite us
today, Like every other day
In the history of shame
We are wastefully done
Just the same ..
….
TarekOfCairo
The beautiful photo is courtsey of my friend Robyn L.
سامقة اشجارها
تحيطني سيقانها
فكأني سجين غابة وارفة
أحس بحرِّها رغم زحامها
فأعجب كيف وأين ظلالها
فأمد بصري لعليائها
الي أذرع ملساء متنافره
من لهيب الشمس
تسن سنانها
الي عدو قد يكون انا ها هنا
فأعدوا في خلوها وخلائها
فلا انس في سكنها
ولا ظل يبدوا الا في بطنها
A wood like all
Imprisoned
Between the long legs
and the fallen stems
crack under my feet
The heat I feel
Makes me wonder
Shouldn’t there be
Plenty of shade
Eyes climb the trees
To the pointy bare beaming arms
Praying to the searing sun heat
Sharpening there teeth
Could that be , for me ..
Shocked I flee
As it came to me
The only shade here
Is down the soil
Deep under the trees
TarekOfCairo
Paused
with wispy click
somewhere between an in and exhale
and I reckon you suppose ..
This time ..again.. that you can still
rewind and cope
I wish I had your keys of
Undo
delete
Restart
or Reset
But I am just a jailbird of the pause
Red suit , a number , a cell
a squeaky door
a tiny window
and a sign of
Exit …….. well lit
But who sees ?
Or believes
What the sign
Suggests…
So once more
Predictably like a revolving door ..
The useless limbs and the careless dreams
pile in the dismal corner
Of defeat..
Waiting for a call
– I detest –
to rest ..
TarekOfCairo
Love, photography and poetry
Is all what I need ..
to fulfil my dream
For higher souls are up to the sacrifies
-and suffering- a dream needs
And lowly beings -chuckled in despair-
Can never succeed ..
Tarekofcairo