Risk or Limits ?

Subject : Truth or Dare ?


I woke up this morning wondering what the point of taking risk was. Why do we always try to go beyond our limitations? I guess adrenaline and excitement are the major causes. To feel fear or dangerousness is a great feeling when it comes into risks, adventures, or feeling like we are doing something we shouldn’t. What a great obstacle prohibited actions are for our freedom. Outlawed tryouts, banned movies, censured readings, illegal operations, taboo subjects, and forbidden thoughts or ideas are the limitations that we set in our daily life.

Why can’t we read the Kama sutra in front of our parents? Isn’t sex the most natural thing in life? Why can’t we watch porn movies with our teachers? Isn’t pornography the universal show that all of us have watch at least once secretly? Why can’t we pray or plead with our own and personal style without wearing ‘’appropriates’’ dress in the name of what we call respect. Isn’t the intention of our true believing that matters and not the way we dress or look? Why can’t we talk openly about pedophile or sexual aggression? Isn’t these things majoring in our miserable setting that we call life? Why do we feel ashamed if we have been caught lying? Isn’t lies a big part of us when it comes to social norms and standards? The question is: Why do humans hides from facts that define their humanity?

What is moral when all we do is avoiding admitting what individuals are capable of? ‘’ Yes I am a liar!’’, ‘’ Yes! I love to touch myself ’’ does are sentences that we barely dare to mention because we fear others. In fact we fear REALITY. We escape from the basic creatures from which we are made of. We escape from human, from us. What an irony this coincide because these run off road are taken from people whom consider themselves free. Freedom is accepting each part that we could be one day, admitting each elements that we tend to avoid just because we want to ‘’fit in’’. Stop fooling yourself continuously, you know that you pretend, you are aware that you are acting in your personal movie story that you call ‘’ my life’’ or ‘’ me ‘’ but in point of fact it is just a ‘’want to be you ‘’ because it will never be YOU.

Society has produced your movies without making you feel that you are part of it. You are restricted by the standards and norms that your director would called it ‘’ civilization ‘’. You play with others actors permanently; and each player has a place in your life scene. If you try to escape the prescriptions of your director you are banned from the movie, in other words from society. A special person is someone different than others; a good movie is something special and unique that has regarding the other movies. However, Being free is being the own director of its own movie. It is being responsible of the image, the scene, the people, the sound, the actions, the beginning and ending, that we direct personally without a fear that a scene could be a scandal in the eyes of the spectators, of others.

Going beyond others is the hardest step to do because without other who are we? However, we would never know who we are if we don’t face the reality of our natural instincts. Facing the truth is accepting who we are regarding the social status that we tend to be.

Society could be the best thing in this lifetime but at least it should be real while avoiding movie’ directors’’ that focus mainly on fictions; fake documentaries and biased true stories.

Emblème Eternel Du Liban

Subject : A Toi

Leader dune lutte pour l'indépendance

Journaliste fidèle a sa plume d'espérance

Faisant sonner les cloches de liberté

Faisant chanter les vers de paix

En défigurant son inoubliable visage

Pensiez vous detruire son image ?

Homme admirable, Homme sage

Voila l'expression de leur rage

Ton combat se poursuivra par tes partisans

Présent au monde et surtout au Liban

Ton engagement a coûté la coulée de ton sang

Un sang noble et toujours vivant

Pour ceux qui l'aime ne pleurez pas encore

C'est lui la cible, c'est lui le plus fort

Battez vous pour ses principes de raisons

Lui, grand homme, symbole de révolution

Nous te vengerons, ici c'est toi la Star

Nous prierons pour toi nuit et NAHAR

Lies & Manipulations

Subject: Fakness , Lies..


You’re the perfect incarnation of falsehood. You pretend to hate hypocrisy …what a great irony …shame on your breath…shame on your smell…no humanity in your perfect human body. What a great loss. You lost the beauty of your beauty when I realize you were everything but the embodiment of innocence... what a defeat the day I believe you had something different…maybe you had but the wrong distinction…the difference that disgust you from love..from trust..from fidelity..from the deep principle of life..Shame in the name of your immaturity..from your lake of responsibility..from you. You think you are strong ..maybe you look..but your dirty..you are the packages of lies and manipulations…that's everything but attractive…you are the identity of the dangerousness that makes us feel always troubled and confused..you don't inspire trust..you inspire the fakeness' of conviction. I wish you had one mask in your face..unfortunatly ..Sometime I believe you don't even have a face…you are the opposite of sincerity ..for a second I thought you were real…suddenly I realized that you are everything but you. You are a person who is scared, who is weak, who hides and runs..because you don't face your acts, you don't face the truth .., what a great loss…what a great comedian you are…Manipulation is your talent...I blame the people you play with ,,I blame the people that believed you care…I blame life for creating the perfect body in the worse wicked mind…I wish one day you will realized that lies isn’t the daily job that you should be managing…but it is hard to give up on the perfect talent that you arouse.
I wish one day I will see the real beauty of your face….If you had a little sense of respect..if you had a little sense of sensitivity …everything would be perfect…but you are a liar…you are hypocrite …you are the perfect falsehood that hides behind the fake smile of sincerity…don't you see that you are still a child…don't you see that you are everything that you claim to abhor …you want to face life? ..face you face first…you will be disappointed because you are not a angel although you look like one…you are not pure although I wish you were…
I am sorry but you are everything that I dislike…I though that lies were a small trait of you..I was totaly wrong…I was blinded….you are the words of lies…the smell of lies…the personification of lies..you are the twister that takes away the truth..that takes away reality to satisfy your appetitea and desires…I thought that there was a human inside this perfect body ..i was not wrong…but there is only the animal part of human in it …I could purge when I think that you are everything I reject.. What a great loss….i was interested..now I know…know I am not ..what a great lost... what a great lost

Out of control

Subject : Anger.

Anger, it's a permanent fight between your mind and your body. You feel like you are being squeezed and you can't scream your ache. You want to relieve your senses to get them back. You want to turn the pages back to change the story. You want to get out of it when it is in you. You want to hide when you desperately want them to understand. Can you fight the blood that is burning in you? If you win this battle you gain the combat of you life; because you control YOU. The hardest thing to do is to control yourself; knowing that your senses are being compress in a hysterical way. Hysteric oh…a word that kills me because I am OUT of me. I can see that I am not myself but I can't find me; my lack of control has taken my soul. Anger, rage, is the worse sign of weakness, someone or something has taken control of YOU, and this is You're MIND. You are being fooled by your mind; fooling yourself, a nice way to lie. You eyes are open but you don’t want to see the truth, you seek blindness; your body is rigid and firm but you blood is flooding like a torrent. Your silent but your dead body is shouting. Anger, what a pitiful situation you put yourself into, Anger what a disgraceful way of sharing feelings, Anger is the best glory a human being can have the honor to fight.

Home Sweet Home

Subject : Lost In Him

I am here listening to music; thinking about you. Each word this song is whispering is reminding me of you. Every sound and lyrics is you in my mind.
Sometime I wonder how you can control my mind when I can control the world around me, what I can say except that you have a power on me. Why the fuck can't you read me? When I look at you, I look at the person who makes me feel so weak in a way that I can't explain. That's the point I guess. These feelings are killing me in sort that is making me alive. The more I'm dying for your eyes the more I am feeling alive.

A lovely paradox called attraction. You are my bitter lover, you are
my sweetest breakdown, and you are my fatal hope. That is who you are but I am confused about who I am. I am just this girl who smiles and laughs at your jokes even when they are nonsense. In little word I am not me when your smell is in the region. This perfume full of invisible ecstasy that catches my breath so hard that I can't feel my body no more. I wish you could read the curves of my body, they are talking to you but you are blinded by my words. Why the fuck can’t you read me. I am telling you my arms are waiting for yours and my lips are starving.

Baby would you please take care of me? Would you hold me for a lifetime? I don't know what's going on, I lost myself the day I met you.
..........if you want to search for me ...search in you.........

This lovely Night

Subject : Feelings ?

You drive me mad I don't know why; you drive me mad please don't be shy
I m sorry to tell you this but I'm crazy about you...I just like the way you make me feel when you are next to me; I just like you the way you are. This way is so unique that I forget myself when you are around. The way you look at me kills me gently that I would like to scream ''don't stop''; your lips are so soft that I would like to fall in love with each word that comes out; what can I say? I wish you could read the curves of my body instead of believing the words that I say. I will not talk about angels or heaven for me nothing is meaningful but only talking about YOU. You are the reason I lose control, you are the reason I feel what I feel.

The question is what do I feel? The answer I wish I could feel you for real. I dream of you and you're not better in my dream but you are mine at least. The morning is back; I hated when I come back to the realities of my life. You're far but you're so close to my heart. One day I'll show you what it feels to love truly; you gave me this and for that I own you much more. Baby you're not my angel but I will always be your guardian; my eyes will always stare at you because nature gave them to me to starve you ; it's killing me but it's the best punishment any soul could feel. In few words it's like I could feel your skin without touching you; dance with your perfect body without music. Tonight I wish I could scream with the sound of silence, the sound of love.

F*** it ..

Subject : Just Feel It

Sometimes I feel like slapping you because I can’t fucking tell you how much you’re hurting me. I am fucking in love with you and I fuck someone else. I just love your way baby, I just love you way baby. Take me darling, take me away from here so we can enjoy our moments together, where no one else would interfere, because baby believe it or not you always interfere in my heart, my days, my nights. Baby you always cross my mind, why the hell are you just fucking me without even touching me. Distance won’t change my desire my love, distance is just something that won’t affect the way I feel about you.

In fact what you ignore is that I am starving. Yes baby I feel like biting every single part of your sexy body. My love, I just like to close my eyes so I could dream of us, we are so good together, and it is so smooth darling. Yes smooth. Sometimes I feel I am bursting because I can’t fucking tell you how much I love you. I am fucking in love with you and I fuck someone else. I fool around; I’ve played around, but trust me baby I’ve never mentioned love to anyone. You were always the one I thought of before sleeping; you were always the one honey. It’s hard to believe right? I know my love that it’s hard. But it’s harder for me to have your face stuck between my heart, my brain, and my dreams. How can I get you out of my life when you actually are my life?

Just take me sweetheart, don’t be shy; kiss me like you’ll never see me again, like it will be the last time our skins dance together, like our eyes will in never meet again, just kiss me like a man who is dying for my soft lips. Just do it. I
like it when you do it; I like to see that you want me baby. You know I want you so just take me. Take my clothes off and touch me. Lay a hand on every inch of me. Don’t forget to pass by my heart, do you feel the beat? Do you? That’s nothing compared to the rate at which I think of you. I picture us everyday.

I wish I could wake up every morning and see you next to me, I‘ll take care of you baby like no one else. Sometimes I feel like killing myself because I can’t fucking share any soft moment with you. I am fucking in love with you and I fuck someone else. Forgive me baby for giving up on us; I hope my true love will pardon my vicious acts. If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you know that you’re fucking me every single fucking hour for the simple fact that all my thoughts are about you, you and only you.

I need a smoke. You’ve lightened my emotions, now please can you shut me down?

Hope and Wait

Subjet : A fact of Life

Sitting and thinking '' why the hell do I feel like writing''... why the hell I am so confused about my thought, my objectives, my life. Why do I always want to understand the absurdity of my thought and feeling?

Am I lost in transaction? Am I lost in a road where no map would guide me? Why suddenly I feel like being alone in my room with some gloomy music? I know why: It's a mood; it's a moment where I try to reevaluate myself. What's the '' I '' in me? What's this thing that keeps my hand moving and moving to write these words on this sheet?

I am just indifferent. Should I be indifferent regarding my indifference? Should someone come and slap me so I could realize at least something that would make a difference in my fierce actions. I don't know if I want to be awaked, I don't know if I am ready to turn the page of this chapter of my short life. A story that will never be written because people will think it's a fiction, because publishing would be such a scandal to this pathetic public that we call ''society''. What is right or wrong? Black or white? It's these stubborn Ideas that will never be forgotten because they are meant to be this way. It's not nature that decide that green is green but it is what we call civilization; the slowest evolution that god created. The only nasty creation that Lucifer created was the desire of power. Power of being in power is the weakest point of humans.

The existence of these reflections in my head needs to blow. Blow my conscience; blow my ''I'' in the eyes of ''them''; I am just mad at life, mad because I am not immortal ; mad because I can't stop time, mad because I can't go back or see the future , mad because I don't know if I am living my present profoundly. I wish I could control time like I control my watch, I wish that I could control others even though I can’t control myself ; I wish I could have this magic thing that would put all my feeling and idea in this sheet. I wish too many things but maybe this is why the word HOPE exists. If we tend to live is because we hope of something; expectation is the motor of our days. Why do we expect when we never know what will happen next. That's the whole point of HOPING: Keep walking towards our dreams wishing desperately that they can be achievable.

Worries that our greatest hopes will never be completed are our daily troubles. Do you realize that all you do in life is WAITING? And if you enjoy some moment in your life your next worry would be that these little moments would only become memories. Time is our supreme constraint.
I have to admit that right now it's my body that is tired of thinking to much; it's my mind that wants to rest my body. I'm not hurt, I am not in pain; I m just indifferent about ''Them and I ''or at least I HOPE that I am but the question is what's coming up next?

Again I will wait, hope, and have no choice but to be submitted to my timing.

L'amour De Rever

Souvent j’ai envie de fermer l’œil juste pour rêver de toi. Oui rêver de toi. C’est tellement magnifique.
C’est si réel que j’ai envie que se rêve continu et n’en finisse plus jusqu'à espérer que c’est ma vrai vie. Haha ! Mais cette vie et si belle quelle ne pourrait pas exister.
Je vis mieux dans mes rêves qu’en réalité, je vie comme je veux et non comme ‘’il le faut’’, je vis comme une femme et pas comme un ‘’ un sujet manœuvrer’’.
Mes sensations semblent si réelles que je sens mon corps répondre à mes appétits féminins. Tous les creux que j’ai voulu avoir son soudain bien consoler, c’est l’extase totale, tout est comme je le voulait. Je vie un moment de perfection. Ce moment et aussi parfait que pendant mon rêve je me dis ‘’ je sais que je rêve’’.
Eh paf ! Le matin reprend, les habitudes reviennent, la routine prend place, les heures coulent, mais dieu sais que le goût de se songe reste graver au fond de mes pensées. C’est un arrière goût qui ne quitte pas mes journées, néanmoins c’est un bon arrière goût. Tu n’es point l’objet de mon désir, tu es plus ; tu es l’objet que je ne toucherai jamais pour préserver la bonne saveur que j’ai quand je rêve de toi.

Bizare..

On parle de justice dans une société quand la vie en elle même est injuste. On parle d’amour, d’amitié quand chacun de nous aime un être qui n’est pas forcement aimer de tous. On parle de paix quand on est en pleine guerre. On parle de sagesse sachant qu’on n’atteindra jamais l’état de du sage On parle d’autrui en pensant a nous On parle de vie simplement par la crainte de la mort. On parle de création sans se soucier des destructions comme objet de conséquence. On parle au autre pour ne pas nous faire oublier. On parle sans souvent comprendre la suite de nos paroles. On parle pour briser la voix du silence.La pire des choses c'est de parler pour nous faire croire des foutaises...

Le Toi Du Moi

J’aimerais que tu me comprennes .Oui ! Finalement tu es comme moi, tu es une âme vivante, un organisme comparable au mien. Tu es un tout qui es similaire aux petits ‘moi’ que nous somme tous ensemble. Je regarde par la fenêtre des vies se promener. Mais qui est cette foule d’existence ? Qui sont ses survivant qui se ressemble tellement mais qui se distinguent pour autant ? Et je me demande encore une fois, pourquoi j’aimerai comprendre le fruit de l’inconnu. Souvent on dit ‘’je te comprends’’ ou ‘’j’ai vécu la même expérience’’ mais est-ce que c’est vrai ? Habiter une aventure qui n’est guère la notre ou essayer de vivre un moment qui ne nous appartient est une chose assez délicate puisqu’elle ne peut pas être parfaitement réalisable. En effet, nous ne pouvons point prétendre connaître une personne tel quel est, mais tel quelle nous montre quelle est. Qui affirme que la personne en face de moi est elle-même, sincère et pure. C’est la où je considère que nous sommes tous les marionnettes de l’illusion

Le Voile

Sujet : Femme mystérieuse

Il pleut dans son âme Oh !
Que j’ai pitié de cette femme
Je dévisage cette tristesse
Par son regard qui appel détresse
Destiner dans une existence
Qui pour elle n’aura jamais d’essence.

Sa figure dérober par sa chevelure,
Nous dévoile une fausse parure
Elle joue à jouir, à sourire
Pour gommer sa peine
qui ne fait que l’envahir
Par la méprise de la froideur d’autrui
Il ne fait que neiger dans sa vie.

Vêtue d’une seule et forte arme,
Naturellement savoir cacher ses larmes
Posséder ce moyen de mystifier ce qu’elle est,
Pour se protéger des légendaires préjugés
De sorte a éviter les questions indiscrètes
Elle masque les folies de ses nuits secrètes

Que désir est-elle ??
Goûter a tous les piment des interdis
Savourer une aventure ou rien n’est permis
Pour combler les manques universelles
Assoiffer par l’envie d’être différente
Hurler sur les toits tous les sujet inviolables
Déchirer les déguisements de cette entente
Qui piège l’homme par des sorts incontrôlables

Cette fille sait qu’elle finira par se livrer
Que son masque s‘écoulera une de ces belle matinée
Elle se battra pour récupérer tous ses appétits
Qui avec les saisons on admirablement grandit.

Homme Vaincu

• Sujet : Homme amoureux

Vaincu de t’avoir perdu
Quand je n’y ai jamais cru
Vaincu de n’avoir pas pu
Poser mes mains sur ton corps nu

Vaincu de ne t’avoir pas dit
Tous ce que je t’ai écrit
Vaincu de perdre mon temps
Ne te disants ce que j’ai dedans

Vaincu par cet autre male
Qui ne cesse de me faire mal
Vaincu par ce fameux rival
Qui engendre ma jalousie colossale

Vaincu par toi ma belle
Qui a toujours était celle
Qui a fait trembler mes sens
Qui a exalté mon existence
Qui ne ma jamais donner espoir
Qui ma détruit sans le savoir

Vaincu par l’unique femme
Qui demeure dans mon âme
Oh ! Vaincu par vous mon amour
Qui ne m’a rien offert en retour Perdant !

Oui je suis perdant Vaincu !
Par l’envie de t’avoir Vaincu !
Par l’inclination de te voir Perdant !
Oui je suis perdant

Ma flamme, ma brûler en cendre
Elle a tout pris sans rien me rendre
Mes sensations mon converties en poussière
Delors je suis pulvérisé sous terre

Me voila à l’ombre de ton cœur
Noyer dans les larmes de mes pleurs
Briser pas une émotion douloureuse
Qui fait de Toi une vrai victorieuse

Tonnerre ! Que dieu vienne sur terre
Qu’il m’envole vers Jupiter
Où j’oublierai ton beau visage
Où je réussirai à tourner la page

Génie, enlève moi mes deux yeux
Pour m’épargner, moi piteux miséreux
De cette prodige déesse
Qui me transperce sans cesse

Mon châtiment Devant toi
je ne suis q’un enfant
Qu’un petit homme pleurnichant
Qu’un souffrant mendiant

Vaincu par mes intimes désirs
Qui n’on faire que m’envahir
Vaincu par mon attitude
Qui a empilé ma solitude
Vaincu par ce penchant

Vaincu par l’amour
Oh oui vaincu !
Cependant je vous aime
Oh oui pour toujours
Mon amour vainqueur
Qui ne fut q’un grésillement

Amour Corrompu

• Sujet : Sujet : Trahison, infidélité

Il et le reflet de l’amour pour elle
Il est l’homme qui lui dit je t’aime
Avec lui, elle n’est plus la même
Elle est une femme c’est plus pareil

Ignorante des vrais sentiments qu’il lui porte
Victime, elle maintiendra ses illusions Innocente,
elle ne claquera jamais la porte
Elle touche le serpent sans effleurer le poison

Fier d’un regard trompeur
Il en jouera de cette haute trahison
Se réjouit des yeux flatteurs
De cette objet qu’il berce sans passion

Il la cajole pour oublier une personne
Il voit cette autre à travers ses lèvres
Ce n’est jamais elle qu’il évoque dans ses rêves
En dépit de tout se qu’elle lui donne

Manque d’une envie non combler
Voila comment il se satisfait
D’une proie pour remplacer une autre
Elle qui le croyait pas comme les autres

Il se venge sur un bel ange
Au nom d’une inconnu qui ne l’a pas vu
Elle qu il l’adore, lui qui lui fait du tort
Personne ne mérite un tel sort.

Facile de mentir, facile de trahir
Homme si tu souffre pourquoi fait tu souffrir ?
Egoïste pour ton propre bonheur
Coupable de son futur malheur

En lui mentant tu te dupe toi-même
Bat toi pour l’amour suprême
Et non pour ton amour fictif
Où toi seul tu es fautif…

Amour propre est tu vraiment propre ?

• Sujet :Fierté, tel qu’un enemi

Amour propre est tu vraiment propre ?

Descendre de mon triomphant seuil Abaisser la validité de mon orgueil

Serait glorifier l’inquiétude du doute

Serait régir tout les chemins de ma route

Fierté pourquoi me commandez vous ?

Fierté oublions un peu le ‘’nous ‘’

Fierté laisser parler le ‘’je’’

Fierté arrêtons de jouer à ces jeux

Je serais maître de mes plaisirs

Si seulement j’oublie le ‘Moi’

Je satisferais tous mes riches désirs

Si purement je me met devant ‘’Toi’’

Je suis un bouquin sans fin

Je te suggérai, cependant rien de vrai

Une chanson sans refrain

Je te chanterai que les couplets

Aussitôt que je me dévoile

Davantage je me voile

Mon célèbre costume insensible

Protége des blessures invisibles

Que vous ne pourriez soupçonner

Que vous ne pourriez mesurer

Je baigne dans mon sang

Pourtant voyez vous, personne le sens

Au fond de moi-même je vous aime

Oui ! Je t’aime je t’aime je t’aime

Toi tu penses que c’est un mensonge

Que je rêve, que je songe…