Light Me A Candle

Nobody’s fault but mine,
nobody’s fault but mine,
repeated the small voice from within the darkness, 
and out of the darkness their must come forth a light, 
and that light carried a small wee voice that said: 
It’s nobody’s fault but mine.
Dark was the night, 
cold was the ground, 
still was the air, 
shrill it broke the salience, 
and declared it to be, 
swill, 
came the water, 
and hope that could be killed, 
fill your lungs with laughter, 
till blame runs out and spill, 
this day well not be over, 
tomorrow’s standing still, 
light me a candle, 
the truth will out and kill.

Opinions

People are as varied and diverse as their opinions are, and they all believe without a shadow of a doubt that they have the right to an opinion or idea, ok, they do, but is it the right opinion? Always? It’s as if they have the wining ticket, its like their opinion is the wining lottery ticket and it’s theirs, now they are willing to fight anybody over that ticket, you see, they think that their could be but one opinion, only one idea, one ticket, appose them, and lives could be at stake here, or even worse honour, “my opinion is my honour, i defend it with my life” they may say, why do people do that? why do they insist on defending their opinions with such ferocity and stubbornness, as if defending honour itself? What could be easier to change than an idea? What could be easier sought than a new idea? Why, sometimes, i get as much as ten apposing ideas dethroned by ten varied opinions, even before breakfast.

امشي مع التيار

نار

احترق

من داخلي

بحراره

بمراره

اخاطبك

ايها القلب

مما صنعت

اانت من ماءٍ دافئ

اانت من صخر

اانت مني

انا كورقةِ شجر

يتلاعب بي الهوأ

يتقاذفني

ما بين نارٍ ونار

من ماءٍ إلي سمأ

من ما سقطت

وأنا أتهاوي

يتلاعب بي الزمان

ينقلني

من مكانٍ لمكان

هل من الحكمة

ان أبني

اساسات في الصخر

ام اتابع الطريق العتيق

وامشي مع التيار

ك المأ

اغير مساري كما إقتضي

التوي بين الصخر

لا أشكل عائقً

أو

ك المأ

يفتت الصخر

يتغلب علي كل أمر

ينازع البحر

يغرق البر

ولا يترك أثر

ليعود بين الشجر

يتابع دورة القمر

من جديد

Even the Score

You refused me my right 

You denied me your sight

You called me a coward 

You left me bewildered

You spoke evil words against me 

You said i deserve it, was your plea

And now i stand at your door

Ready to even the score

I Recall

I recall chivalry courage and pride

And others that where will defined

Today they are no more than words

The meaning of which lost to the hordes

With nothing left to live for

In history no more than lore

Grazers wanting to be fed

Ohh, their better of dead

اماراتي أنت حياتي

وجه الصباح المندي

وجهكِ الربيعي المشرق

يطل علي العالم الوردي

فيمسح عن وجهي الارق

اماراتي أنت حياتي

احبك حتي مماتي

ضميني لصدرك الحنون 

وقبيليني بجنون

إبنك الممنون

قد عاد بشجون

إليك

وعلي الداعي تدور الدوأر

انا انعي جراح القدر

بعينان تدمعان تدفقان

فما قد اهدتني

إنقلبت فحرمتني

أُصدقكم القول

عقلها راجح

ولكن عند انتهاز الفرص

دائماً هي الخاسره

عرشك ايها القدر

كان عرشي

كنت اجلس منتصبً

ملكٌ منصبٌ

وكان الرزق الوانً

وكان الخيرُ لنا عنوانً

وقد اكونُ اينعت

ربما ابدعت
سعيداً مباركاً

اما الان

اين انا

سقطت من قمة المجد

الي القاع كعبد

حرمت من المجد

واصبحت العبد

وعلي الداعي تدور الدوأر

 ايته العجله الدواره

دوري

دوأرُ القدر تدور بي

لتحرمني قدري

لتنهكني

لتلعب برأسي

وانا اسقط

اترنح

اقع

ولكن

لا

لا و الف لا

كلا

ارفع يدي للسمأ

اقاوم ذرات المأ

اتعلق بماشأ

اصارع للبقأ

ساتغيرُ كلحربأ

سأصبح بالدهأ

والحكمة والريأ

منصباً 

علي عرشي القديم

عرشي الجديد

انا من سقط وترنح

ثم قام وتربع

علي العرش

يا زمانً

يا زمانً قد اتيتك وصلاً اسأل عني اصلاً وفصلاً

هذا انا من ايقضك فصلً اعذرني فأني ماعرفتك قبلً

إن طبع الناس الان فعلً اسوأ ما في الخليقة عملً

The Ignorant Loughath

And they shall now those whom have been here that their is no greater cause

I sleep an eyeful without a wink of the eyelid for my soul rests at peace

The ignorant loughath for his ignorance reigns supreme 
While the lion has not teeth for grinning but the are for feasting 

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تعالي

في قلبي

هناك اهات

لجمالك

الجارح

حبيبتي

عشيقتي

هلا تأتي

عيناك

تلمعان

كلشمس

كلبرق

يضيئ

فيختفي

تماماً

حبيبتي

عشيقتي

انت التي

تذهب لي عقلي

تعالي

هلا تأتي

عسي ان

أُرزق

ما أُريد

ما قد افقد

حبيبتي

هلا تأتي

اين انت

تعالي

انا اعلم

زماناً

في هذا الزمان

في زمانٍ ما

عشتُ

عشتُ علي المأ

عشت في السمأ

حياةً بسيطه

حياةً مائيه

زمانأً

في زمانٍ ما

في ذاك الزمان

كنتُ

كنتُ جميلً

عندما كنت طائراً

كنتُ طائراً جميلً

انا البؤس

انا السواد

انا احترق

انا اختفي

انا

من انا

انا

كنت

ولكن

إنتضر

إصبر

مهلك

انت انا

و انا انت

ونحن معاً

اقوي الخلق

ما كاد يقتلنا

قد زادنا

قوة

حكمة

حنكة

صبر

الان

انا أعلم

انا ارشد

انا اقوي

فهلم

تعال

حاول

أن تقتلني

ولكن خسئت

وخسئت نواياك

فأنا هنا

والان

انا اعلم

Political, Poetical, or Rhetorical

Humility strikes donning ironic personas 

Shine brighter than the suns corona

Long be the dark night dark be the short day

Intertwined be the sun and the moon light stray

Yet I’m just a traveler searching for the light

Utmost humility personify poetical right

Mine eyes light grow dim as time goes along

A rhetorical device like a metaphor is strong

Abandon all hope ye how enter here

It is purgatory not heaven that is near

I’ve walked this earth and witnessed nothing is changing

We enter life at one end to leave it at the other chugging 

Most souls pure should not be shrouded

Great hopes good need not be abandoned

I deem a good reason To keep my children breathing

Just donning historic personas greater for the feeding 

القدر

ايها القدر جئتك لتخبرني ماذا فعل الدهر بهذا الزمان

امازلنا اصدقأً في هذا المكان

ام هل عفي عني الحظ وابقاني  لئنام

ارجع لي خبراً يبقي علي الأيام

انت الذي اعطي وما اعطي للخصام

بل رزقٌ وفيرٌ لكن هل من وئام

Far From Home

As such, I enter into the eye of the storm

A shadow, frail and spent out of the norm

In it’s darkness forever I’m deemed to roam

Consumed by restrain, starless and lame

As pitch-black to the depths of the foam

So far away, farther from my home

In the midst of this i see the light

The heavens call forth clear and bright

Sounds symphonic true and right

Words of wisdom with foresight

It spoke in verse it said tonight

Embrace your lover at twilight 

kiss her lips soft and Invite

Her in to spend the night

يا ايها الحظ

ايها الحظ

إرأف بحالي

انت كلقمر

داءم التغير

احياناً تكبر

ثم تصغر

حياه كريه

اولاً تمنع

ثم تسمح

كما ارادت \ كما شاء لها

العدم

القوه

تذيبها كما الثلج

القدر - موحش

و فارغ

ايتها العجله الدواره

انت تضمرين الشر

السعاده نرجسيه

و داءماً تفضي للاشيء

مخبأه

ومضلله

انت تعدينني

اديرُ ضهري

لخطاياكي

القدر ضدي

في العافيه

و العفه

يتربص

و يترقب

 العبوديه الداءمه

في هذه الساعه

بلا تردد

انزع روح الحياه

بما ان القدر

اطاح الرجل القوي

ايها الجمع صيحو معاً

Babbling In B

Behold, by being brilliantly brave, but besides boldness and bodaciousness by brainstorming before boldly beginning, broadcasting brief blurbs becomes bizarre and boring but bad basic babbling.

Beauty in my Rear-view

When i saw her in my cars rear-view

I stood in my tracks but had to continue

Although she nearly made my heart stop

But i had to move for their was a cop

Intent on giving me a ticket for the screech

Then i was forced to give him the speech

So he let me go without much of a hassle

Now i had to find her and had to dazzle

My charms for this beauty must be superior 

Luckily i find my target and she is cheerier

A good mood so that i could lay down my charms

And as i do i get straight to her arms

She tells me how much she likes my car

Offering the keys i tell her don’t go far

That was the last time i saw either

My stolen car, the pretty girl, neither

Now i wish that the cop that stopped me

Had not just gave me a ticket but arrest me

My People

The dearest of the dear, the noblest of the noble, the highest rise among all folk

I will be remembered in the darkest hour, and thats when the moonlight will be amiss

Long be the days, old be the age, but If i liveth, its by the way of the sword

If death wins my soul, then this man is but a mere mortal even if long lived the days

My people no not mediocrity, either take the lead or perish

If death cometh, then be it, for i shall await thee with glee

We welcome you death, for life is worthless without courage

We deem our souls unworthy of life, for the fair lady’s worthy of the gold

We are those that are remembered when the moon don’t shine

We are the bravest of the brave, wisest of the wise, the most humble

Emirati I am

In God my faith is strong, It’s so strong it’s set in stone  

First and foremost I am a Muslim, my book is The Quran

Arabia is my home, my land, from sea to sea it span

Emirati with my heart, my soul, I declare it, I can

And if you say otherwise, I challenge any man

To prove that he’s more straight and true to this clan

Then I, who will prove to all, that my love began

The day my birth came to be, and on my feet I ran

That day love blossomed, and I became a fan

Kiss the ground, I stand so proud, Emirati I am

There’s no deny, hold your head high, Emirati I am

Lead the horde, Hold your sword, I’m a UAE man

Look around, riches abound, I’m a UAE man

It’s no ploy, Jump for joy, Emirati I am

Sing aloud, I am so proud, Emirati I am

Ride your horse, race with force, I’m a UAE man

Lift your sail, as the wind wail, I’m a UAE man

Catch your preys, sing it’s praise, Emirati I am

Plant a tree, two or three, Emirati I am

Sail your boat, make it float, I’m a UAE man

Catch a fish, what a dish, I’m a UAE man

Kick the ball, score a goal, Emirati I am

Race your boat, victory sought, Emirati I am

Drive the car, rally afar, I’m a UAE man

Aim and shoot, bullseye pursuit, I’m a UAE man

Go to space, win the race, Emirati I am

Make it work, with a smirk, Emirati I am

Raise your head high, the time is nigh, I’m a UAE man

Go to work, boss or clerk, I’m a UAE man

Stand aside, here comes the tide, Emirati I am

Let it shine, it’s no shrine, Emirati I am

Rise UAE, Rise

Rise my people rise
Lift your head high and pulverise
Your time has now come to globalise
The UAE for best nation qualifies
And as its power multiplies
Watch my people optimise
A great people civilise
The other nations idolise
And to me its no surprise
That my countries enterprise
Is lead by men who mesmerise


Rise my people rise
This time is ours
This time it’s us
The time is ours
So let us
Rise


To die is power
The die is cast
The day is ours
Today we
Rise


Its set in stone
Its set in time
Its set forever
The day is ours
Rise


Rise my people and be proud
The bravest people on this ground
Rise my people get up and sing
Songs of pride and reckoning
Rise my people lift your head high
Your from where courage is nigh
Rise my people you're the best


Show my your hands they be strong
Show me your heart let it bleed er long
To God and country you belong
So bleed for them
Bleed er long
Rise my people on command
And hold the world in your hand
Rise my people and be proud
The Noblest people on this ground

To my beloved, The UAE

My profile description goes as such “partly educated, otherwise hungry, fully clothed” What does that mean?

Partly educated: In my life experience i have noticed that I have never met anybody, regardless of their education level, that know everything، not even close to everything. I have noticed that educated people mostly are knowledgable in maters related to their area of study, and very few people that had knowledge far beyond that.  So, out of fear of taking myself two seriously i will call myself partly educated, and hedge my bets on being learnt. All throughout my life when I meet new people they ask me the same question, Where did you go to school? At which foreign country did you get your degree? You must be very will read? and always they get surprised to know that i am locally born and bred and that the UAE is my Alma mater, In English, the phrase is variously translated as “nourishing mother”, “nursing mother”, or “fostering mother”, Yes The UAE was, is, and always will be my alma mater, my nourishing mother for i am nothing without my mother, i owe everything to my country and it’s people, my people. and i would like to thank you all, every person, every man, woman, and child, and i would like to start with my father, Sheikh Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan, peace be upon him, our greatest father and a man for the history books, but for now i say thank you father for you had been the best and without you and your wisdom and leadership I wouldn’t be who I am or where I am, and also i would like to thank their Highnesses the Sheikhs of the seven Emirates of The UAE,  the beloved people of my beloved country, past and present, my family and every one else that helped us on the way, Thank You.

The Second Fire (A Woman of Substance)

Her face streamed to catch the light

A face so bright it’s out of sight

A breath escaped declared my blight

A lovely vision in the night

Had struck my heart with all its might

Eyes like stars of evenfall fair

And Like evenfall her dusky hair

Fair and lovely images drawn

From gay-time and merry dawn

But alas This woman is sick

Her last days are near so quick

Cool, calm and collected i’m seeing

The very pulse of this amazing being

A Being suspiring for agonising breath

A Traveller in the throes of death

Breath, we only live once, only suspire

To get consumed by either fire or fire

This woman has amazing will

Sufferance, foresight, power and skill

A perfect Woman, nobly planned

To warn, to comfort, and command

And yet a Spirit still, and bright

With something of angelic light

Inspired and influenced by William Wordsworth

Me & You

I feel your charms in my head
I feel my hairs stand on end
I feel your hands in my hair
I feel your breath on my neck
I feel my body pressed to yours
I feel your lips on my shores
I feel your hands on my back
I feel my luck coming back

I hear you say my name.
I hear you whisper I’m to blame
I hear you tell me two is one
I hear you now, we have become
I hear you moaning in the night
I hear you call love at first sight

I see you run to my arms
I see you break down to it’s charms
I see you fight away your fears
I see you wipe away my tears
I see that love made to be
I see you in love with me

I taste your lips, oh so ripe
I taste your hips shake all night
I taste your funk mixed with spunk
I taste your love, thats my luck
I taste your passion, thats the fashion.

I smell your cologne, made for one
I smell your hair, it has begun
I smell your body as I kiss you
I smell your excitement, yes I miss you
I smell trouble, yet, I am with you
I smell the need to continue…

A Rose of Many Colours

a rose of many colours is a rose
a rose of many colours is not a rose
Is arose of many colours a rose?
a rose is a beautiful thing
a rose is a simple thing
a rose is a symbol of beauty
a rose has only one colour
a rose of many colours is not simple
a rose of many colours is not beautiful
a rose of many colours is unnatural
nature is beauty, beauty is nature
the only thing a rose of many colours is, colourful.

Together

we are the shadow we are the light together we stand strong together we conquer all

we are the sunlight we are the night together we build the future strong for us all

we are the battle we are the fight together we brake the bonds and we stand tall

we are the people we are so bright together we solve the problem that stall   

we are the world we are so tight together we plot a universal fall
we are the righteous we are the sage together we make the world small

Red

The brain is the engine of the mind, its ex-machina, the dogma of its ghost in that machine so to speak, but only when the blood that moves through its veins is not blue.  Now i am not a man of prejudices, as i hold none, but colour is important to me, it holds great significance, and therefore mine better not be of the sort thats associated with the likes of rhythm, no sir, mine better be red, and i don’t mind the stereotyping that it comes with that colour, be it the peoples of the south of a certain country, or a political and social system, or any other, for you see for my beloved i bleed red.

Euphonic

I would like to ask if the tapered and correlative sensation of the originator should triumph over the cosmic, outright sensibilities of the master, if it is for mer mortals to contemplate or even comprehend the veracious thought of supreme beings, if mutilated by a great force an incapacitated environment will be the more beautiful for that mutilation, if craft has the right to a mimeograph, so to speak, of man, life, creation, if things will advance better when their brawn and huskiness not muscles and vigour have been clasped from them, words best be partial in there doneness as is the way to be euphonic.

An absolute A

Absolutely.  Assembling an appropriate answer appears achievable, assuming an articulate author appropriately adept at alliteration.

Status Quo

In the absenteeism of noise

the infinite forage still goes

Hunting from dusk to dawn.

My ear’s to terra firma

In the absence of noise.

The birds have seized singing,

yet my ears keep on ringing.

Small consciousness abound

in the absence of sound.

In the midst of the big hush

It brings forth a kind of rush

I find what can't be found

in the absence of sound.