Black vision and gloom are neither desirable nor recommended, on the contrary they‘re often stigmatized and condemned for pessimism. Yet, one can not avoid perceiving the beauty that emanates from negative pondering over apparently placid states of the mind. But then, isn’t “la joie de vivre” -as an ever lasting pursued aspiration- defined in total opposition to this sordid state i.e. black vision?
I once ventured to this realm -so much avoided for fear of being marked as nihilistic, pessimistic, gloomy and desperate.
In complete clearness of vision, I tried to enter those realms so dark and there I found and reflected on Impressions I’d like to share.
Most of these reflections actually go back to the time I was still a student, others were considered when I graduated and later when I idled -for about three years. I long hesitated to publish them. Now I just can’t let the opportunity slip away again.
You will read them on periodically on the” Reflections” page.
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Weep no more little child,
grow wise take the big ride.
Let all your worries faint and vanish into smiles and you mind embellish.
No more hide the tears you shed,
nor cover the mist over your little bed.
Show no fear of unknown figures
that haunt your dreams with horrid measures.
Weep no more! You big child,
Slow down, follow the tide
A choice among millions of better other ways
lay the sordid sting of crisped hearts.
And ignoring the full half that remains,
insisting on squeezing the swollen red parts.
Time really flies and takes souls away
Keeps just relics of a whispered existence.
Hearts grow swollen and sink into decay
While eyes dwell on the frail reminiscence.
For those who by-pass life’s joy;
Another realm is theirs and better.
Not forgotten they’ll live and enjoy
Eternal bliss and be content to the letter .
Wishes of lust revisit my head,
and take me down to the bottom.
Where all my will drops dead
and my heart secrets unbutton.
The sinful looks that i have already read,
fill out my heart with suffocating cotton.
The lust whispers that used to hover over my head,
Show up, go then advise me to abandon.
whose blood is that, all shed on the dark shore
which lead to vast oceans of horror and dread?
light houses hint to safe homes no more,
but denounce how drifted we’ve gone instead.
Poor people may need small living for life,
and occasionally go happy when bright turns meet their way.
they would live down,resist and opt for strife,
when the fewest linger to condescend to joy for another day.
For the expensive loaf,people get ready arms and knife,
but to the luckiest loss is only weaker pay.
We ignore all signs and pretend we didn’t see,
and put the blame on things we secretly wish to happen.
Better moments of ease , joyfulness per se
and sways drive us astray and drifted to decay we hasten.
Unequipped ,but with little hopes that forgiveness our prize be,
careless of duties and all sinful desires we unfasten.
Though exploring muddy pits and the forbidden sea,
we aspire to unfinished bliss,stretches of land and eternal heaven.
Like empty shells that scratch the sand
on early shores of rocky beaches
my bewildered soul sways would stand
astray grieving over unattainable reaches.
Of hopes that no vile thought in my heart will stand
no more sins in acts no longer just to preach
but jettison the evil and keep to Allah’s rule on hand
avoid wrong and all blemishes peach.
The deviation I hope is momentary
for only in Allah’s path I will find glory
No matter how hot,my tears can’t say how sorry
I am that I got a burden I can’t carry
Opheon Fri.March7 /08
Strident shells tear besieged skies
and enlighten dark mined child eyes
blast forced hopes that tomorrow is true
together with ascending dreams that evil has virtue
No waters ,no matter how tormented they are ,can sweep blood
and clean the cold clutching grips of what has gone so far and stood
On sinful corpses that no worry caresses,
Sinless slender bodies will avenge massacres
Though in front of Some men this is a defence
Before God, it’s nothing except barbarous offence
To Gazan kids who met bullets ,shells and unknown bombes lonely alone