The Eagle

Don't be afraid o' young Eagle,you have the gift of the talon,you have the gift of the superluminal,you have the gift of the sight of none other,unleash o' little eagle.fly fly fly,as you have been idolised by many.Spread your wings,for you are noble and majestic.

Behold the Eagle,for you never savour the dead,for you appreciate the young,don't lose yourself.For you see the great distances that never before discovered,you have the gift of mind,never waste,You are the eagle.

For you are never afraid for the storms,the dark winds,for you use these acts of god to lift you to great heights of glory,behold.

The Invisible Chain

These unknown chains,tying of each of my limb to an invisible wall,trapped.This enigma,in the crypt of words i dare not explain,ashamed for some reason.days and days of agony,finally set me free,unhooked me from all the plain,i felt wonderful,rejoiced.the dreadful experience.finally.

Like a phoenix,im bound to become.like a phoenix,ill fly away from the ashes,from those black smoke that pulled me down under.felt whole again,the weight on my shoulders been removed.im the heir to the throne,the magical throne.

Paradigm Shift

We hope for optimisation of our lives,having someone to improve our living,having someone to be the driving force to catalyze our perfection,its a shame that some people don't believe in that.We want our surroundings to navigate us through the hurdles of life,we want those power to be with us,we want to believe that we belong to this world,we are qualified.

I believe in transformation,evolution,paradigm shift that would lead us to eternal happiness.We are living in the bottomless pit,we never know how deep it's gonna be,but we prepare to what might wait us in the future.

Staying status quo wont do us any good.we are always searching,He is hoping,they are hoping.its us who make the beast out of ourselves,it is our judgment that make us who we are.

The Devil Call

He hunts for fear and emotion,he hunts for those who are haunted by their memories,their awful tragedy.Such malice is unrivalled,such creature feels no compassion.such creature does not stop,keeps wanting for more and more agony,that lies in the eye of victim,giving him more strength.such quality brings more darkness.

Pitch black,the victim sees,An army of the blackened souls,those malevolent eyes,he could see the cruel intention.scared he was,petrified he was.

The Lion's Den

No man can break the spirit of a lion,the spirit to devour the bones and the life of its prey,without any remorse,the unmatched grotesque.We are scared to face this monstrous creature,the suffering we wished we had never tried,the unexplained regret that we feel upon facing the consequences.

The lion does not choose,it sees and pounds them,hungered like a beast while we obliviously fall into the trap,so unfortunate we cant foresee the colors of the shadow.All we can see is only the visible,blinded by the face of the masked devil.

Who are We?

How long should we wait until the people we actually care ask for help?how long shall we watch them trapped in agony,if tears that kiss the earth only fall to deaf ears?how much do we have to suffer until we learn what is right?

a Preacher once said,we never change,as stubborn as i am,id like to prove him wrong,he'd like to be mistaken.he cries for a change,for a transformation among the people he lives with,he longs for eternal happiness.so sadly he is alienated,by us.i may not be the one who calls his summons,but i do want to change.

The praying father and the worried mother,cry in vain for their sons and daughters to be the best they can ever be,not knowing their children never see the real world,the world of foolishness and endurance.what we see is only joy,and joy.

Angels and Demons fighting with each other,while spreading their doctrines to others.we humans dont have that ability,that power,but we are the ones who decide,we are the judges that value the fight,we are the ones who determine.

We lack of color in life,we assumed we are,but we lack of a lot of things.we forget reality and we are blinded by fairy tales,fake tales that leaves us one-eyed.

My bromidic sermons,are my point of view,that is derived from my experience,my awful experience.

An Ode

Pete Murray - So Beautiful


Found myself just the other day
In the backyard of a friends place,
Thinkin' about you,
Thinkin' of the crowd you're in,
What you up too where you been?
(Just thinkin')

And all the clothes that you wear,
And the colors in your hair
Shouldn't change you
Now you tell me why it's so
You bigger than mighty Joe,
(At lest you think so)

God my fingers burn,
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don't know,
If I can call you and tell you I care
And I would love to bring you down,
Plant your feet back on the ground

Throw my smoke down on the ground,
Turn my head and I heard the sound,
(That reminded me)
Of the days so young and sweet
Always so much fun to meet
(At lest I thought so)

Now you think your so damn fine

You can rule the world no not mine,
I don't think so

God my fingers burn,
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don't know,
If I can call you and tell you I care

Now the scene that you're in,
And the people that you been with
Just get to me,
But you think I'm not as cool,
As you are so beautiful
Well who you fooling?

Well I'm here to tell you babe
The game your in is just a game
So damn pretentious

God my fingers burn,
Now when I think of touching your hair
You have changed so much that I don't know,
If I can call you and tell you I care
And I would love to bring you down,
Plant your feet back on the ground

You think you're so beautiful
(So beautiful)

The Need

Dear God,give me inspiration,give me the sun instead of the moon,give me a heart instead of a stone.Sometimes i hate to be independant,knowing nothing could bring me down.sometimes i need the thrill,the experiments,but what i get drove me far away from it.

The cold blood of mine,that of the reptiles,going through paradigm shift with no regrets,no looking back,sometimes triggers me,can i ever be warm.The cold blood of mine,as wonderful as it seems,longs for challenge and the greatness of life,for the crusade-surprise me ladies and gentlemen.

Take me to a place i don't know,my curious mind is looking for new atmosphere,new experience.get me guessing and wondering,working my brain off and searching for an answer,take me to a place where i can spill my knowledge.

Let bygones be bygones,i hope.

The Mirage

Like a mirage, giving an illusion to the eye that needs, so deceiving. Giving the hope, giving the temporary happiness, you wait for them to come near,you wait for them to grasp, then you disappear, never revealling the truth its never there.

Like a mirage, so wonderful it looks, like diamond in the charcoal sea. This phenomenon tests the patience of a man to learn the colours of the world.

Like a mirage, more than meets the eye.

The Change

I see multiples of me,debating within my thoughts,analyzing for an answer in my brain,minutes felt,in reality only seconds.I feel like i've understood a lot of things in a better way. I feel the courage as The Puzzle forces my brain to work like gears,multiple gears. The Puzzle made me realise the world like no other,deciphering the codes in full throttle motion. I see myself as a thinker, a long thinker.I felt safe,for once,confidence,for once. Felt the impurities in my brains slowly deteriorates,like the wave,washing away with the heavy tides of beauty.

I feel the need to learn,i feel the greatness of divine power gripped in my hands,my god i feel wonderful,my god i feel rejoiced in great thoughts of change, my god i feel blessed,This new year maybe a new experience for me,like searching for the heritage,only better. Like exploring with Darwin on his Beagle,learning the evolution of life. i feel inspired by certain theories,by certain someone,a certain Puzzle,a certain romance.

Deep inside my veins,as small as it can be,still the crimson joy rushed into my brains,like lubricant to an engine,my complex structure seemed to be easily eased,is it the wonders of life or simply a hoax?well i wonder.

The horror

im confused,my invincibility cloak was torn apart,leaving me behind like being amputated. i feel hurt,something has taken something from me,i can feel my knees weakening and my hatred piling.is it my pseudo-world? is it my guilty conscience?well im officially vulnerable now,not like how i used to be,i hate this.

charmed and enchanted,disgusted somehow,like veins injected with thalidomide,the feeling of dying,laid to rest but in vain

The Start

A new hope

the end of my hurdles

new friendship

reborn friendship

a new tyre

new Fawwaz

improved Fawwaz

420-niac arrest

upgraded family

less nicotine

extra income?

new puzzle

new specialty

special Corner Of My Eye