WhO iS hE?

He’s a Dilemma, the mirrors he looks in are colored, therefore he can’t define any image of his but SHE is the only one who CAN… WHO IS HE?

he’s all the men…he’s all the souls… he’s all the powers.. he’s all the weaknesses.. he’s all the pains.. he’s all the joys he’s all the sorrows.. he’s all the passions.. he’s heaven.. he’s hell… he’s the sky.. he’s the earth… he’s the surface.. he’s the bottom…

he’s sadness.. he’s happiness.. he’s love.. he’s hate.. he’s the betrayal… he’s the faithfulness.. he’s the smile.. he’s the tear.. he’s the full moon.. he’s the sun.. he’s the Star… he’s the sky.. he’s rainy… he’s sunny.. he’s a volcano… he’s an ocean…

he’s rage.. he’s peace.. he’s the evil.. he’s the goodness.. he’s the devil.. he’s the angel.. he’s the light.. he’s the darkness.. he’s the fire.. he’s the ice..

he’s just LIFE & beyond LIFE he’s real & he’s fake..

HE IS EVENTUALLY DIVINE!!! UNIQUELY DIVINE!!

ThE lEgEnDaRy SpIrIt

Hypnotized

Call me when i am sober to get drunk over your voice… your voice that can’t even be compared to the finest genres of wine. i used to like the idea of tasting the red wine or the champagne but your voice was much better to taste.

With you the wildest dreams of mine have become reality… with you there’s nothing that’s so called impossible or unreachable… with you life had a total different taste & a total different meaning… with you i am hypnotized with pleasure.

” I Breathed Your Breath Deep Down My Chest & By Your Fire I Became The Poet Of The Flames”…

Your fiery heart could burn my entity, my slightest detail & my mythical existence… The flames of your tortured breath could generate a perpetual love between our both souls… going beyond reality is what i always dreamt of & was exactly what you could offer me…

Hypnotized i am when you talk.. hypnotized i am when you sing.. hypnotized i am when you breathe.. hypnotized i am when you smile.. hypnotized i am when you’re mad.. hypnotized i am when you’re cool.. hypnotized i am when you’re awake. .hypnotized i am when you’re drunk.. hypnotized i am when you’re close & hypnotized i am when you’re away…

The divinity of your passions have paralyzed the power of my rage, have caged my cries & have frozen my tears.. your pain could simply assassin any slight illusion in a hypothetical happiness in a moment of a devilish ecstasy. Yet, hypnotized i am with your irresistible pain.

To You i dedicate my hypnotized status of mind hoping you would enjoy a special trip to my fancy world…

With Love…

ThE lEgEnDaRy SpIrIt.

Too Damn Late… No Need To Blame Though…

Now that you remember to hold her world & try to be a part of it?
Now that you remember that there’s a soul who used to worship the beating of your heart?
Now that you remember to call her name & caress it with your tongue?
Now that you remember to try to kiss away her pain?
Now??? Why? Where were you before?

When she was seeking one breath of yours
When she was pleading for one smile of yours to keep her safe & sheltered
When she was hoping for more time to spend with you
When she was dreaming of one garden to embrace both of you
When every single second of her time was a part of your ” TIME ” game

How cheap a human being’s heart can be? How worthless?! How pitiful?!

Dear readers,
Do u believe that ” age” has something to do with ” life experience”? I personally no longer believe so coz life can give you whatever you need or don’t need even if you’re too young to handle. Blaming life is the easiest & the silliest thing to do when you just can’t face the troubles you cause to yourself. But, how do you define the word ” trouble”? not being able to reach to a logical solution to something you’re working on or thinking of based on your personal profits doesn’t mean that you’re facing a real trouble…what do you think of this? Your trouble might not be a trouble to some other people right? So, I guess universal issues are the only things that we might consider as ” Troubles”…how about that????

So, having your heart broken is not a trouble.
Being betrayed is not a trouble.
Being fooled is not a trouble.
Being manipulated is not a trouble.
Being treated as stupid is not a trouble.
Being played with is not a trouble.
Being neglected is not a trouble.
Being ignored is not a trouble.
Having your feelings underestimated is not a trouble.
Being laughed at is not a trouble.
Being unhappy is not a trouble.
Being frustrated is not a trouble.
Being lonely is not a trouble.
Having your dreams destroyed is not a trouble.
Having your work underestimated is not a trouble.
Having your spirit killed is not a trouble.

Do you still think that you’ve got any troubles in this life?

Life = People = pain = unfairness = suffering = useless blaming.

If I were you I would stop blaming life right a way coz I wouldn’t handle blaming myself for a lifetime.

The Legendary Spirit

كالطير الذبيح المتخبط بين لعنة الشعور بالخطيئة أو التجاوز عنها

وبدأت الحكاية، حكايةُ عاشقين لم يتمكنا من التوحد معاً و تجاوز وجعهما الأبدي. عاشقين ألهبت مشاعرهما روحيهما حتى عجزا إلا عن عبادة بعضهما. حكاية من أجمل ما يمكن للتاريخ أن يقص في أوهام الولع الخالد. أحبكَ، كلمة قالتها دون أن تشعر بها ،عاشتها دون أن تدرك أنها أضحت مكبلة بها كما القلب المكبل في ثنايا قفصه الصدري. أحبكِ، كلمة قالها فأحرقته وألهبت مشاعره دون أن يعلم أنه ببزوغ فجر هذه الكلمة من طيات شفاهه أصبح عبداً لكل نفَسٍ خارج من شفاهها. مليكته، حبيبته،معبودته، مخلِصته، مكبِلته، مدمرته ونصفه الآخر المدمَّر كنصفه المشتت الأول.

أدمنت أنفاسه وباتت ترغب بقتله في كل لحظة تجتاحه أية رغبة باستنشاق غيرها. قد أصبحت لعنته التي لم يعد قادراً على العيش بدونها. يعشقها كما تعشق الأرض المطر الساقط عليها بعد غياب موجع فتحتضنه بلهفة وحرقة، يعشقها كما تعشق الزنزانة الغارقة في ظلمة الأرض شعاع شمس متسرب ليبث الحياة في مكان يحتضر، يعشقها كما لم يعشق امرأة من قبل حتى خُيل لها أنها أودت بعقله كما الخمر المعتَق.

حكايةُ وهمٍ جديدٍ أغرقَ كليهما في ألمٍ لا يرحم، في وجع لا يرحل وفي ذنب لن يغفر. أأصبح الهيام ذنباً نرجو غفرانه؟ سؤال أرهق روحها ولم يكف عن تمزيق ما تبقى من عذرية قلبها الطاهر الذي لم يقترف ذنباً سوى أنه زُلزِل أمام سحر رجولته وعفوية حديثه وعذوبة صوته ورقة قلبه وعمق أحزانه وأبدية ولعه بموسيقى الرب.

بدأت الحكاية وما زالت الأيام تخط تفاصيلها. بدأت وانتهت وعادت لتبدأ من جديد تماشياً مع ما أجمع الكون كله على تسميته بالقَدَر. أيكون قدرهما حقاً أم خَيارٌ اقترفه قلبيهما للهروبِ من عذابِ واقعٍ لم يمتا يوماً له بِصِلة؟؟؟ وتستمر الحكاية …

ThE lEgEnDaRy SpIrIt

Do You Know what is the most beautiful thing in this life?

When you look straight forward in the eyes of the one you love .

When you drown in his arms.

When you choose never to see but his blessings.

When you watch the birth of his smile.

When you dance on the beat of his heart.

When you sing with the shaking of his lips.

When he’s the first to think of when you’re alone or lonely.

When you enjoy listening to his voice cuddling your ears.

When you enjoy reading his words caressing your mind.

When you lose your breath every single time he crosses your brain’s cells.

When you wish for a divine power to die in his lap.

But Most Of All, The Most Beautiful Thing Would Be When You ALWAYS Find Him Whenever You Need Him …

ThE lEgEnDaRy SpIrIt

Sing My Bird…Sing!!

My Bird

To You my beautiful bird i dedicate this sonnet…

To You my vocal cords will cherish their strength…

To You & You only i offer a promise to enjoy this unfinished play of life…

Sing For me the song of our hearts…

Sing For me the beautiful reunion of our lips…

Sing For me my bird…just sing…

ThE lEgEnDaRy SpIrIt

To A Thief…

إليك َ يا من سرقتَ روحاً طالما أتعبَها الاحتضار
إليكَ يا من هويتَ بقلبِ طالما أنهكه الانتظار
إليكَ يا من عزفتَ عن احتضان ما تبقى مني
وأعلنتَ الانشطار

Your Words Would No Longer Seduce My Veins
Your Sighs Would No Longer Curve My lips
Your Smiles Would No Longer Increase My Beats

إليكَ عني حبيبي فقد أتعبني مكوثكَ البعيد
إليكَ عني فلم أعد أحتملُ قُربَكَ القَصي
إليكَ عني فقد رحمني إلهي ولم تستطع
أن ترحمَني

Your Love Is No Longer My Addiction
Your Name Is No Longer My Adoration
Your Mirror Is No Longer My Reflection

سارق أنتَ وانتمائي لم أمنحهُ يوماً لسارق

ThE lEgEnDaRy SpIrIt

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