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Egypt’s days of shame
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
Life plans : one minute sketch
A one minute Ipad sketching about my life plans , evoked by this quote in a fellow blogfriend blog … recoverythrumylens and here is the original post in christainnewyork ..
The joy of walking backwards
It has been one of these long moments..
Took the cab
I don’t dare to drive, when I leave my mind
under the door mat
I can’t recall the driver, or the talk or the road
But vivid is the awkwardness of my seat
The driving I guess was fast backwards
The traffic jams, and I don’t mind the heat
A cart rubs my shoulder
As I dance a crater under my feet
I remember as I step on broken memories
And restored stairs
Of recovered history
I leaned on copper doors with blood streaks
On dreams and echoed screams
Of beheaded glory
I read the scribbles and deciphered graffiti
They talked back to me.. So softly
Six hours under the blazing sun
The exact same hours simmering
With the heat from the past
History is the cook of all well done
Memories, We can sit and savor thy
High above the years
Mamlouk building , Othmanly house and Fatimid street
Who shall surpass the grandeur of my seat
Time to rest the back
on the shiny marble
With coldness that tingles the feet
The silence is lighter than the curtains
I think they were green
The coffee lounge is for me alone..
With love ,time could not defeat
Seats are cracked and dusty
Lizard crawled over the wall
my coffee has no taste except for the heat
No breeze but yet
The moment , that exact moment
Among all the history moments
Was meant to remorse and please..
Another 6 hours , and I
don’t recall what happened
Or care to recall
The clock hurrying to skip in 6 hours
Leaving a taste so freshly minty
A hang over, a headache of flowers
sweaty and dusty yet pleasantly tingly
I took a cab .. I must have
Speeding this time back home
My Fingers trembling with lust..
And dancing with joy
For they know clear like
This sliced moon..
That future from now on
Lies in the walking backwards ..
