Hallucinations

Your hallucinations have drowned my nation,

And echoed upon this wall of my creation,

With words I play, with notes and relations,

On a ground lifted with no foundation,

To draw your face with no limitation,

I paint your lips and with further exploration,

I understand the true meaning of imagination,

Further deep I'm igniting your celebration

Of life, love and a dreamy sensation. 

Your a true heart, with no desperation,

A story of life with no narration,

I hold you, embrace you with no hesitation,

Every time a cloud is near my destination,

I hope and will read your quotation,

To keep me flying with wings of determination.

I pray for my state to end with salvation,

With health, wealth and no humiliation,

I pray each night to receive my motivation,

I pray each day to see my inspiration,

To reach the state of old aspiration,

And with hands full of appreciation,

I stand to welcome your invitation

To a higher heaven of magical domination,.

Life might have a long duration,

But with you it's a matter of exclamation,

I wish in the night for the gift of illumination,

To light my candle and see my elevation,

I'll wait for the sun to support my situation,

And fell me up with what's beyond a confirmation.

Words I write, with ink of liberation,

To fill my sight and color my visualization,

To you I write, I paint and I build dedication.

The Painter

I am strong, I was born to be.

One and only kind of me,

Who cares if my hands wont reach the moon,

I know I can draw the moon,

To hit my hands and touch the earth,

I know I can be, the first and only to see,

The light of a star, starting at the edge of this tree

Life can be, what a painter wants to see,

I’m the painter and no one but me,

The architect of all plans, if I only believe,

With Ink I write, sometimes tears might be,

I sweat, I will, I know I can,

Repair the damages I created to me,

I was born, and that gets me to be

The one who deserves to be,

I can see, the paint on my hands wont dry,

I will never get weak, I might cry, I might die, but not my dream

I will live for my dream, and if I died, who cares my dream is alive,

I dream every time, in the nights I dream, but never asleep,

My dream keeps me awake to see the next season of me,

I speak; I listen to messages of the sea,

I swim, I dive if that’s where I’m supposed to be,

I live to dream, I die for a dream.

An ideas is the start, a dream is the way, and the future is the proof,

This life is meant to be, hard for those who want to be,

Miserable and weak, I read,

Life is not hard, it’s the dream that’s bitter and sweat,

I only taste the bitter to till a part the sweat.

For that I tell, I’m the painter of me.

Goddess

I want to fall, I want to fall in a cold ocean to wake me up from my night, I want to fly, many people said that, but that didn’t change the fact that flying is still the most amazing feeling we could ever experience, so yes I want fly, I want to fly in the night to whiteness the city lights telling stories of success and achievement, stories that never get old.

I love you, when you smile with confidence and acceptance, I love you, just like the sky that keeps reminding me there’s no limit, I love you, because you are the reason of my smile in my worst conditions, I just remember your future and then I’m just as happy as if I’m actually living it now, that’s why I love you, I’d never leave, I wont be anywhere but wherever you are.

I just know, I know what I know, I know fear is a mythology, I know limits are drawn by a human who’s not welling to aspire, I have three cents in my pocket, and I’m still smiling, I have you! I don’t need to listen to anybody but you, you’re no goddess, you are perfectly imperfect, perfectly human, perfectly perfect, that’s why I love you, you breath every breathe with gratitude, with every word you speak out there’s a smile waving, embracing your voice, playing simple songs of love and late nights under the stars.

I know you, and I know no one that I need but you, you’re not a goddess, but you’re perfectly imperfect, I learn to love you, my love is no guilt, my love is the only right thing I ever did, I wont leave you, the rain is drowning me, but I’m still smiling, I’ll die smiling, as long as I remember the look you have on your face when summer gets closer.

You’ll grow up, you’ll be wiser, simpler, you’ll light cities, and you’ll remember city lights that stayed awake at night.

Eyes

She tripped with a stone, fell down with dirt on her face, she looked up, she saw the sky, and a sun that she was not sure about, she stood up, looked down and saw the print of her face on the dirt, beside her footprints, she thought she was lost, she continued her way walking behind what he’d call he shadow of a transparent success, she walked in every direction day and day, but she is weak and his voice is a law.

He whispered in her ears, he was seducing, she was conservative, she could barley hear him, it’s like he never speaks, he fades, and that’s all he does. The way of the sun, was the only way, and she doesn’t like to walk on sand. She thought she was walking forward.

She opened her second eye, she saw upside down, she was scared, orange of fires was the color of everything, black was the second color, light was the inexistence of light, and night was what she thought is day, and it was never day. 

She walked out of her house, looking for a home, she was reality, and she was told to go forward, she was young with an old look on her face, trapped in an endless prison of space, deceiving but enlightened, a way that looked paved in the middle of a desert, a way that led to the sun, or what looks to be a sun, it was night, and it has always been, she saw days, days that she only saw, days that no one really saw, and he, he fades into a brighter color.

She kept tripping but she had to pave her own way. She was religious, she thought she’s strong, lost, he was calm, his voice is low, she walked with no trouble, she was fast, she loved it, flowers everywhere, green on both sides, fountains of liquor everywhere, a blue sky , and a sky for every rainbow. Butterflies were clouds and she was happy that she can see all of that with one eye. 

Sun was hell, low was high, she depicted truth, she saw a full view, she saw reality, she walked her first steps with eyes opened, she moved backwards, it’s were he didn’t tell her to go, she was old, he was loud, he never faded, he was cunning, and sand was a bliss. 

Rain to rule

From you I ask for help, from you I ask for guidance, from you I ask to see, to live freely, from you I ask for strength, for you I live my life, from you I see the light, and I ask you for help, I ask you to purify me, to take my spirit to heaven today, I ask from you the path, the only straight line, I ask you to direct me, out of the lies I thought were my life, I ask you the help, to differentiate white from black, I ask you the power to stand up today, I ask you to wash me with rain, I ask you to let me see, the one and only right to be, I ask you to help us, against the ones who chose to deny, I ask you to simplify my vision and my sight, we ask you for help and we ask no one else, because you alone can help, we ask you to let us see, the wrong from right and the right to feel, we ask you for a chance, to live the right way, to see the ubiquitous signatures from you, we ask you to light our eyes, to fix our logic, to fix our minds and walk away from the incorrectness we depicted out of lies, guide us to see the way of the true righteous truth, guide us to hear the calls of togetherness, guide us to see no hatred, guide us to feel no anger, help us to follow the one and only role model to follow.

Help us to eliminate distance from the right way, and illuminate the truth, the only truth that would get us to accept ourselves, the only truth that will let us reach inner tranquility, guide us to feel compassionate for the less fortunate ones, guide us to help them, let us be peaceful, merciful, help us to get back to where we were supposed to be, help us unveil the conspiracies that were molded to mislead us to the edge, help us to see, to hear, to feel, nothing but the right victorious truth.

Almighty, all-knowing, most gracious, most compassionate, most merciful, we only ask you and no one else, we ask you, to guide us away from the conflicts that we created, the wars, the crimes, we ask you to let us be the tools to give back everyone his right, we ask you to let us give up greed, we ask you to accept others, I ask you for rain, rain with mercy, rain, to wash us, rain to purify us.

rain to clarify the right way, we ask you for rain to guide us, rain to rule the world and let everyone live in peace and tranquility, rain to drink, rain to wash the tears off my face, rain to wash away the ignorance that we’ve been creating, rain to moisturize our dry cruel hearts, we only ask you to guide us, we ask you to see the obvious again, because signs, are in science, art, philosophy, and logic, we ask you to fix us, to help us fix ourselves.

The sea

Life, a sea of events, some of which we planned for, and others that we have never desired to happen, after all, life is what you are, life is a plan that’s drawn by the most powerful ruler, to award you, or to punish you, because you decide, but it’s already planned, not that you’re forced to walk through what’s planned for you, but it’s a plan that doesn’t know what time is, a plan that is only a plan because of the ultimate knowledge of it’s own creator, a plan that makes you feel the greatness and the grace of God.

When you feel the spirit of goodness inside, it’s when you get awarded, when you learn that you are worthy of your dreams, it’s when they come true, when you love yourself, when you love who you are, you’ll become the one you’ve always wanted to be, the one you loved to be before, it’s not about what you do, it’s about how you feel when you do it, it’s about that feeling that ignites you with happiness, enthusiasm and motivation.

I'm two years old

It’s light, it’s the straight lines that never curve, it’s the sun, it’s the moon, it’s you, it’s us, it’s life.

Together we painted reality, together we stood up, together we grew up like drops of water on leaves, we knew what we are, who we are, together we had the foresight to make time helpless in front of our power, we melted every obstacle, we lived every second, and I had my life revived, I’m two years old, but yet I speak like a poet, I sing like a bird, and I rain like a cloud.

I’m two years old but able to walk, I’m able to walk to my place, I’m two years old but able to wish, I’m able to believe and I’m able to receive, I’m two years old but my brush is not that young, my painting is the achievement I did throughout my life, I’m my paining and who said there’s time?

I’m two years old, but I know how to eat, I’m two years old and I see behind closed curtains, I see through you the mirror I see myself in when I look in your eyes, I’m two years old but wise enough to know I’m free to eat ice cream under the rain, I know I’m free because I sometimes fly with you, I sometimes borrow your wings to fly away into another time, I feel happiness in your eyes when you lend me your wings, and I still can’t explain it, but you obviously love to see me fly because you see what I see through my eyes.

I know that this physical world is obsessed with places, but I’m two years old and I still know we have always been in the same place together, sharing sun rays and clouds rain, sharing flights of fantasy, sharing our brush to paint the timeless painting I will hide in the museum of our life, I know words are another obsession, but words are nothing but the shell, light shines, shadows born, but we shine to kill shadows, my painting is a painting with no shadows, and it needs no light to be seen, because we poured light in the paint we used.

Miles are true, it’s what they say, miles are shadows that we light, wings are magic wands that we use to jump out of the physicality of where we used to live in.

I know no one, I hear no one, I cannot speak, I cannot walk, I can’t paint now, because I’m two years old, but shall we teach me again?

It's you!

Happiness is a hormone, a product you produce, products need some elementary materials to be produced, but happiness dose not, happiness can be made out of a paper, out of a word, out of nothing!


To be happy think of what really makes you happy, for me, happiness is in the winds I feel in the summer, the winds that come to revive your soul. Happiness is around my friends and close people, happiness is the positive soul that no one can destruct, I get happiness performing my words, happiness is when I get of the stage and start getting complements about what I performed. Happiness is in the comments of the people who read something I wrote, the people who were touched with what I wrote. happiness is the music I love, happiness is the laughter I hear when I say something funny, the smiles.

Happiness is the art I do, the art I achieve, the art I create, the art I design, the art I express, a photo, an illustration, a poem, a thought or a word.

Happiness is love, loving yourself, knowing your right, knowing you deserve, happiness is receiving after giving, happiness is giving, happiness is appreciation. Happiness is seeing what you want, happiness is blindness, the blindness that only sees what you want, it's the deafening music of what you want and nothing else.

Happiness is freedom, happiness is the childish belief in possibilities, happiness is the soul that grows younger, the soul that gets more innocent while you grow up, it's the young face with wrinkles, happiness is you.

Supernumerary

You're healthy even with sickness in your body, you're happy, satisfied because you are wealthy regardless of all the debts you have, joyful, living the life you wanted to live since you we're a baby.

When you think, you've always wanted to be a baby, to have the world under your command, to think that your wildest dreams can be done once dad says “yes”, the magical “yes” that would make you jump joyfully, celebrating your wildest dream coming to life, celebrating life like you've never did, the celebration you would start was based on the belief that your wishes are commands.

It's so eye opening to learn from babies and little children, they always get what they want, not because they dream of small things, the things we consider small, actually worth the whole world for the people who asked for them, they get what they want because they have this “childish” principle that they will get it, it's the land of no impossibilities.

As we grow older, we think it's wise to stop this “childishness” we used to have, and that's why we grow older! We should be growing younger, and that's what we're trying to do now, but we're not successful because we're still thinking wisdom is only what we learn from our life, but we were born with it! Why ask for the key when you have it in your pocket? Why wait for someone to speak up the magical “yes” when you've already learned how to speak?

Who told you life is hard? Who told you “hard” is real? Who taught you the line between real and illusion? Why did you listen? It's way much simpler than you think it could ever be, you don't have to run after anything, your existence is enough to draw what you want right down to your feet, you are one of very few talented creatures in this universe, can you see why there is very little of us here? Billions and billions of galaxies, with a number of stars and planets we would never be able to count, and six or more billion people?!

If we thought of it clearly, we would realize that each one of us could own a couple of galaxies! With a couple of billion of planets and stars!

Do you realize the reason behind the spaciousness of this universe? The reason behind the limitless unimaginable place our universe is creating every second?

God created this universe, to help us, to serve us, because we are precious, because we are powerful, talented and unique, the numerousness of this universe shows how mighty the Ruler of it is, it shows us how small we are, but that's only the empty half...

Out of the ashes

I thought I would, I thought I will
I thought, I thought I should
I thought I could, I thought…I thought, I thought, I thought,
But I…never thought I shouldn’t have thought…
I didn’t think life is easy, but didn’t know it was this hard…
Now I know why, now I know why, now I know…
Now I know why intimidation comes like cancer to my dreams.
Now I know why people didn’t like to dream…
It felt so easy for me, so…entertaining…to dream
Scars for the first time left on my soul
I knew it’s all to believe, to believe I could…
I believed I could…but wait a second, believe?
Believe I could, believe I deserve, believe a dream?
To believe a dream is a phoenix was hard,
As I kept pouring life in my struggling dream,
It was easier to believe the dream was a phoenix,
But…it’s a phoenix because of me giving my life to it to live before I die.
Before…before tears come tasteless, before I reach the unfound ground.
The ground I thought would be…resting…, I kept falling, falling down but nothing was there.
Nothing but space, I was looking towards the sky as I kept falling.
Wait! That ground is above… above the sky!
I was obviously falling for so long to think the ground is above…
I was falling for so much time that I thought the right way was the opposite,
And now again I thought, but it’s now when I have to think…
Thoughts shall be useful this time, and yes! A thought
I thought I could fall towards the sky! And I left my head up pointed to the sky
To fall up, to fall up towards the stars, it’s all unreal to be falling away from the ground.
It’s now…I’m falling up closer and closer to my ground,
The ground I will be cuddling, looking down to the sky as I sleep with joy
Coffining the death of despair and helpless birds which were dying with no life given back…
Now I can say I’m on the ground, looking…down towards the sky…

Arcane

Have you ever wondered from where did the harmony between colors emerge? Some colors are great when placed together and some others are displeasing. I think this look that we have towards color and arrangements is derived from our existence on this Earth.



Have you ever noticed that there are no displeasing color arrangements found in nature? I mean look at the shore facing the sea, totally perfect, brown and blue are well known for being good friends, look at the sky in a cloudy day, grey and blue are great too. Some other examples might be a tree, green and brown, possibly a galaxy as well containing glorious colors and grades which are so harmonic.


I think perfection in art comes from what’s based on our universe principles and outlines, straight lines in general are not found that often in nature, you can guess an example on straight lines that is light, but how can you make sure it’s a total straight line? What if it’s a very small segment of a very gigantic circle? What if the wrong side of our tools is hiding these facts? And light is not always a straight line, it curves in some certain circumstances; it’s why straight lines are not always fine in art.


I don’t think you can find much of symmetry in nature excluding science, symmetrical is not perfect any more, the principle our world was created on is an organizing chaos, it’s a chaos that keeps organizing beings, materials, planets, atoms, orbits and everything else, and that’s perfection! It’s the principle of the Big-Bang theory, the universe (time, space and atom) was out of a zero dimensional basic atom which is not an atom, it’s THE NOTHING that we were created from by the hands of God, and that’s the only reason why it’s perfect…


Science that we have is approaching perfection, the perfection that is perfect in our eyes, but not the Ultimate perfection that is only found in God’s creations, the Ultimate that we will never be able to reach because we are the creations of God. But the Ultimate that we can see when we look at ourselves with the eyes of true purity. It’s all inside of us, the Ultimate Perfection that is a leading path to realise God.


The principle our consciousness was built on is an opposite of the one our universe was built on, our universe is a chaos that organises, and our consciousness is a chaos that keeps being organised, to realise what I’m talking about look at the sky in the night, you can see the stars filling the sky, after moments of meditating you’ll start collecting these dots to make straight lines, and then to make basic shapes, and maybe characters later,(the reason behind zodiacs) same happens when you look at the sky in the morning, when you see clouds and in seconds start seeing them looking like an animal or a sentence or whatever. Why not take it as pure chaos? Well it’s the way we were built to think, because the kind of perfection we pursue (not the Ultimate one) is only found in symmetry and calculations, science is the kind of human related perfection that in the end of each part of it leads to the Ultimate perfection that borders any other kind of perfection.


God created us this way, because the kind of chaos that is organizing will lead us nowhere except towards craziness! Because it’s truly too much to handle for our un-reaching but still exquisite brains, and the prove is that you can’t make a car move efficiently if it didn’t have symmetrical circular wheels.


We can imitate but will never be able to create any Ultimately perfected creations because this Ultimate perfection was before the start of everything and so even if we were able to create Ultimately perfected creations it still is imitation…

Mascot

My first heart beat is my first dream, my first cloud to walk on, and my first note to hear…

Have you ever believed in a dream more than you believe in everything you can touch in this world? Have you ever closed your eyes and realized you can’t stop seeing? Have you ever thought a blink of an eye can be a switch between two worlds? Can you tell which world is real? Can you proof they are both not real? Can you convince me you are only found in the present?

What if I told you that where you are now is where you wished to be yesterday? Would that make sense? What if I told that when you are right now is a choice you have taken? Can you ask yourself where you are? Can you describe when you are without saying:”the present”?

In a second I escape what you call reality into another reality of my own, or what you would call a dream. You have to live the dream before you live it in your reality, you have to see everything in your dream with high quality that you won’t tell it apart from reality, and that’s my mascot…

I don’t see black when I close my eyes, I see black when I tell my self I’m not seeing even when my eyes are still open.

Silence will never sing in my ears, I will keep hearing the sound of happy tiredness after I win the completion I set for myself.

I see the sky with blue, and it’s only because I was taught to see it with blue. I have the right to see my sky with the color I would like to see it with, this is my world and my dreams are orders to every citizen living inside the universe of myself.

When your “reality” gets so boring and depressing, you may depict your own reality, and if you were a true believer, the two realities will be one as fast as thunder after lightning.

 You are the scariest bullet against yourself, and you are the most glamorous butterfly…

ûnam

It’s one world we’re living in, one universe. One life is all we have. One soul lives in only one body. There is one beginning and only one ending. Number one is the beginning, and it’s certainly found in the highest level of importance for the existence of everything. God is one, it’s reasonable…One ruler only, no success will be found if a ship had two captains, and a horse has one knight…

Two is the next level; he and she are all around us, positive and negative as well, day and night, light and darkness, good and evil, happiness and sadness, strength and weakness, up and down…

Three is us, the next level, a family with a newly carried comer, the third dot is the beginning of a triangle, a new comer is the beginning of the same cycle, he is one, then will find his two, and they will have the three, four, five, six and seven.

Weakness starts to appear when he starts giving up his unity, but happiness appears as well, humans…Oh humans, enjoying weakness and happiness, as three comes there would be more weakness, still more happiness, we think it’s strength, but escaping a hurricane is easier when you’re not a two or a three…

One is power, one is strength, one is success and one is creation, we’re weak, because we’re using “we”, there is more than one “I”, we care about millions so much that we forget about the one reason that made us go after them, infinity is the obsession of greed, no place to stop, it’s us, our reality. Happiness is not loneliness; happiness is the ability of turning many into one.

Nature is one; earth is one, one sun, one moon, one core. However, we’re actually more than one, but we were one, along time ago… we have one origin, we have one land, one home. One tongue explains the mighty power of words spoken, one brain explains the enormously outstanding unlimited ability to imagine, it explains the ability of one brain to amaze hundreds of millions of other brains…

Our strength is unity, unity is misunderstood, unity is not about being a part of a nation, it’s about being a part of one humanity that has no similar other. Energy is one breathe we take, our souls are a part of one soul, souls are not ours, they’re borrowed from one mighty ruler, our bodies are not ours, they belong to our mother, our Earth. I’m nothing but the union of a body and a soul.


 White is the union of all colors, and it’s the purest color among all and you can’t write with two pencils. We’re killing ourselves when we cut our root; our source of power that we have blocked, peace will find its only way to my heart when I’m one with my mother. When I learn the language of my mother I will fill up the world with peace, power, love and happiness.

A state of mind that will never end, hypnotic powers will fire shadows and blurry shades from your vision. You’ll see with the eyes of birds and trees, you’ll hear with the ears of stones, you will be as close as possible to perfection when you’re one with nature.

Harmony will appear in my eyes, my heart beat will be unified with every spin of Earth around the sun, with every flicker of a star, with every seed growing out of the soil, with every prayer said and answered, with every stream of universal energy and with every beginning and every ending I’ll be one.

Inspired from and dedicated to AVATAR.

Lost in my own room

Lost in my own room, thinking with a million ideas in my head, I'm trying so hard to clear the blur of my vision, a hundred voices speaking, I'm trying to listen, not sure if I'll be fine when I listen, can't life be a little bit easier, I'm searching for the one inside of me.

I'm trying to let my kite reach the twilight in the far horizon, I discovered that the things you see far away from you aren't always what they really are, a beautiful, colorful, rainbow butterfly can be a black dot in the sky, walking in the roads of my mind, I see the chances getting closer and moving away after a glimpse, the months of the year pass by like a ride to my old house, the four seasons of the year can leave a big effect on my tired mind.

Eyes looking at me shouting with my name, what's really funny is that I can't recognize it, it's because I don't know who I'm now, I used to write down what people said about a design I made so that I can see what things to modify and I used to put what I wrote in the pocket of my trouser, now I put my hand in my pocket to find nothing but the cracks of the cookies my grandmother used to bake, Oh how much I wish I will find a paper with some notes in my pocket, oh how much I'd love to have some instructions.

After a while I remember the messages in the middle of the night telling me to hold on when I'm crashed, I remember the ones I love the most, I really don't know what could I have done without them, everyone has a soul mate, and my soul mate made everything easier for me.

Walking, running and trying to find the path on the ground, winds blowing next to my ears, whispering to me the story of the ray of the sun, it has spent a long time and it has lost a lot of power just to reach our earth, only to shine our day and to light our sky with blue, I keep walking…

Finally I found the path, and the light can't walk through me any more, I know myself now or at least I hope I will soon, sometimes you may go of the path, you may be lost in the middle of the most familiar places to you, it's not about the place or the time, it's about the parallel place inside of your head, it's about the Ideas related to this place, and it's about the empowering memories you have.

Life is hard because you thought it's easy, you should open your real eyes to see that path, we have two eyes to see the right way with one and the wrong way with the other, it's not enough to see the right side of something, you have to see the wrong side so that you can avoid meeting it.

You may wake up someday wondering how did you get yourself to such state, consequences can be clear after you finish what you've done, I'm totally lost In a place I know, life is hard when you live with all the harsh memories, life is hard when you imprison all the good memories in the prison of forgetting, feel your strength when you're wounded, feel your happiness in the middle of a disaster, it might not be their at all but you can fell all the sadness at once so that you can't find any in the next time.

No need for a compass, your compass is your hunch, it might be wrong sometimes, but usually it'll be right, and you'll be laughing in the end, don't listen to any of the voices but the voice you're comfortable with, don't be a naked person in the pole and don't let the voices of people freeze your heart.