Rage.

Angry, bitter
Lying, dying
It's all the same
Not enough trying

I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me

Cowards everywhere
Disrespect
Past versus present
Future put to test

Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
Because the person I am
Are the parts that I play

Resentment kills
Cool enough to not quite be it
Who's to blame?
Fool enough to not quite see it

So I plot and I plan
Hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams

Ain't it time we said goodbye?
Single, dating
It's all the same
Living while demons hating

Scattered glass, twisted branches
March 4th became a reality
Ain't it good to be alive?
Falling down thanks to gravity

I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay

Broken records, empty mansions
Where will it lead us from here?
I am bruised and battered
When will those clouds all disappear?

Sighs of War Wounds.

A blackened dream
Nostalgic
Faces, places, traces
Windy circles, blurry vision

Continuity of understanding
Presents, commodities, video games
Striped shirts, loose jeans, ice cream cones
Summer breeze, khaki Caterpillar boots

Reality being anchored
Walks in the park
Countdown on December Thirty First
Sneaking kisses in the dark

Baby pictures, black & white
Eternal captivating flames
Mornings in spring time
Careless attention, polished nails

Leading to glory, getting lost in May
Much of a muchness, less can be more
Peachy scents in yesterday's diaries
Tears, fears, writing hardcore

Middle crowd losing essence
Fog lights, brushed hair, ceremonies
Cast the pearls aside, collect the money
Dry hands and a bunch of phonies

Melodic Madness Memoirs.

A happy moment
Lasts so little
Compare & contrast
Evil eye

A sad moment
Aches too much
Now and forever
Eye to eye

Memories
Over my shoulder
Happy times
Evergreen

Chances given
Chances won
Chances granted
Chances lost

A Shot of Espresso...A Little Bit of Swag...Too Much Love.

Everything I do depends on you
It's in your eyes
I don't know why
You can't disguise

I will be there
If you just call my name
Any time at all
Honey, I will be there

This kinda lovin' makes people go blind
That kinda lovin' turns a man to a slave
This kinda lovin' breaks people so bad
That kinda lovin' sends a man right to his grave

Look at me
Believe me it's true
You're all that I need
I look around but all I see is you

Torture me
Take my hand
Carry me
Wrap me in a rubber band

Nirvana - When Rapture & Oblivion Collide.

My beloved father;

How have you been? It’s been over three years now. How is life underneath? Or are you above? How is it over there? Is it as glorious as we’ve been taught? Can you see me? Can you see us? Can you hear what we say? Do you get time to sleep? Are you watching football? How is teaching? Are your students good enough? Are you friendly with them the way you’ve always been? Have you met your parents and siblings? Did your personality change? Do you have the same loud laugh? Have you got one of your kidneys back? Is there a pool for you to swim in? How is God? Have you met Him? Have you talked to Him? Do you have countries over there or is it one universal nation? What language are you using? Do you meet new people every day? Can you go back in time? Are you able to blow feathers the way Patrick Swayze did in the movie ‘Ghost’? I can sense you around me but it would be good if I can see you, for just one last time, can I, please? I am not going to tell anyone if that what it takes, not even mom.

I am sorry I haven’t visited you much lately. We just buried Aunt Laila two weeks ago. I hope she’s keeping you company, it’s almost the whole family reunited. You always made fun of her, so I hope you’re giving her a hard time now. Your birthday is in a month and I am going to be there, just like last year, singing for you. You will be 66. Damn, old man, you’re getting old!

I miss our Friday breakfasts with you sitting on the floor in the living room. I miss going to swim with you. I have always loved swimming with you. I miss you getting all nervous when you sit beside me while driving, even though I was always the slowest driver in the family. I miss your loud farts, and how it irritated my sister. I miss giving you a foot massage when you couldn’t walk after your operations. I miss telling you stories, useless stories, meaningless ones, and you would always listen to me till the end. I miss seeking your advise. I miss taking the TV remote control from you and how short it lasted before you take it back. I miss watching you take the newspaper every morning to the bathroom to read it while launching your missile. I miss kissing your hand, even though I rarely did. I miss your colognes; especially the Brit, the old green Polo and ancient Yves Saint Lauren that no one loved except you, and your infamous Gillette shaving foam. You know, I spray them a lot just to feel you around. I miss dialing your number. I haven’t dialed it since January 6th 2010 and I am not sure if it’s in use or not, but I will never forget it, and even though I changed my cell phone and lost all my numbers, but I still had it saved under 'Pappy 01005390394'.

So, dad, I am seeing this amazing girl. It aches me that you are not here to see her yourself. You would have loved her insanely. You always said I have bad taste in women, but believe me, your son really made you proud this time. You would have known that this isn’t one of those meaningless relationships or a rebound. You knew me better than I’ve known myself. You knew what bothered me before I complained and what made me happy before I even know it. She is everything that I wanted. You would have seen it all in my eyes. The way I see her, treat her and how I talk about her. I love her. Yes, dad, I do love her, faithfully. Are you happy for me? I am sure you are.

I will stop boring you with my life now and let you enjoy the rest of your day.

Prof. Dr. Zaki Azmy, I hope I live to be half the man you were.

I love you.

Sincerely & faithfully,

Your son,
Sherif.