Resolution

Acute slashes of pain run through chest,
Lungs tighten with repressed air, refuse to release,
Eyes well up with salty drops,
The heart aches with the memory of those passed...

Why does the world feed on the agony of others?

A few who believe have the right
To rule over a world they think theirs.
They steal, kill, and torture the poor,
The weakling, and the innocent...

When will the rest of the world take a stand to demolish these exploits?

Take the hands of the innocent
Boys and girls whose tears
Pierce the hearts;
Save them all from the torment...

Save this world... Let us change!

© A Furious Child

Brave!

Oh, how changed life is now!
I was a child
Living in the beautiful days and nights
Of absolute satisfaction
With a world that forgot my existence.
I lived in isolation of the tormenting
Spirits of lonesome.
Indulged in the beauty of silence
And the warmth of love.
I lived parading the truth
Of my emotions and my love,
Unaware of the complexities of reality,
Ignorant to the cruelty of envious beings
Surrounding my little private world.
For in their attempts to destroy my spirits,
They found voracious resistance
And courageous defenses!

© A Furious Child

Amazing Memory

It’s quite odd how faces fade from our memories

Of people we’ve once known…

And how those we do remember become strange

When we come across…

It saddens me to think of the friends that

I can never see anymore…

It is heartbreaking and lonesome…

I think of the stories we’ve once told…

Of the songs we’ve heard…

Of the music our heart strings played on warm instruments…

Why does my mind fail to repaint the pictures it once caught?

Why does my brush forget the strokes of our adventures?

Why do the colors wash off in the sea of Oblivion?

I need to have them all back

So I can meet my once so vivid dreams…

I want to have them all back

So my soul can be again complete…

I couldn’t find the people from the past in my present

I need to revive their dying hearts…

My love for them is the entire existence

For they had been once a beautiful part of this life...

© A Furious Child

Thirst

     They stood in front of one another and kept staring at each other for a long moment. He was absolutely enchanted by the beauty of her sparkling eyes as she could never take her eyes away from that gaze… That look of his eyes would always and at any time make her fall apart and want him to take absolute control over her shattered soul. He had drawn nearer in an instance with an astonishing smile on his lips. Her instant reaction would never change at these circumstances. She couldn’t help but smile back at him with the sweetest smile. His neck was on the level of her eyes, and she could see the rushing pulse of his heart beating pushing his heated blood in one of his neck veins. He got closer to her, lowering his down to her level, and his smiling lips came to contact with her cheek with the softest kiss. Gently, his hands held her shoulders and moved upwards to the back of her neck. His kissed moved slowly to reach her partially open lips, while the tips of his fingers were moving her head a bit upwards to meet his lips. As his kisses turned more passionate by the second, her increasing need for him moved her hands around his neck and held him closer. In consequence, he pushed her against the wall, putting more pressure on her feelings with his kisses.

     One of his arms was wrapped around waist and the other was leaning her head further backwards uncovering her tempting neck. He started kissing her behind her ear, and moving slowly down to her throat. Feeling his warm breath on her neck, her pleasure grew higher, gradually. His embrace tightened, its strength pushed out an excited breath out of her lungs. He smelled nothing but the beautiful smell of her hair and skin. His lips had strongly captured her fast pulse as her blood rushed through her veins. Imagining its wonderful taste, his desire tremendously increased growing more and more intense. He repeatedly, passionately kissed that part attaching her neck to her shoulders. His hands on her shoulders, he pinned her back against the wall. Her reactions to his moves made him happier and more willing to what he was about to do. Her body shivered in expectation. He licked that particular part of her neck a couple of times. Then he gladly lowered his fangs longer to reach her skin and sink into her tender flesh. Her over-whelming blood ran down inside him putting out that firing thirst.

     The slow moan that came out of her throat stopped him from drinking all of her. He had mistaken that moan. It was one of wondrous happiness for becoming a true part of him as she had long wished. He held up in his arms preventing her from falling on the ground. He carried her to the wide bed and gently laid her down. He looked at her face with a tender smile on his lips… A smile of warm happiness and fulfilled love. He gave her a peck on her forehead and laid next to her… Holding her in his arms, he slept a long resting sleep for the first time in long years.

© A Furious Child

Unknown

     The sun was bright and warm on that spring afternoon. Cool breezes swayed the long green wild grass in the fields she stood on. She put down her heavy luggage. Her mood was still pleasant, for the lovely surrounding comforted her concerns. The evening approached as she dreamt of the future awaiting her and her beloved. She absent-mindedly sat there on the soft grass, unaware of the rapidly changing weather, until she felt the first drop of rain on her cheek. It took her out of her daydreams in a most disturbing nature. She was shocked to find the sky crowded with dark, warning clouds. Only then she discovered his annoying absence. He should have been there a long time ago. The time they had agreed to meet upon had long passed. She ran quickly, her bags at hand, to take shelter under a large sycamore tree, hoping that he would notice her from the red coat she was wearing. Associated with shrieks of thunder and wild wind, the heavy rain seemed to become stronger with every passing minute.

     "This is my punishment," she thought, "for trying to elope." The lightening stroke several areas of the meadows and finally hit the huge tree she hid under. She became absolutely frightened, fearing she would be struck by lightening, so she ran towards the road. She kept praying to God at those threatening moments to send her someone... Anyone to find her! Her efforts nearly faded against the massive strength of the wind which carried the rain drops like bullets shot against her. The ground beneath her feet was muddy and swamped and caused her to slip so many times. She fell on her knees once she reached the road. Wet... Shivering... Dizzy... Feverish... She fainted. 

     Sounds of horse hoofs, men and women's fading voices, crackles of burning wood, the scent of burned herbs, and warmth all came to her as in a hazy dream... A young man's vivid face asked her, "Who are you?" Insistently she searched her mind... then said, "I don't know."

© A Furious Child

Hatred

I can never deny that I have hatred in my heart...
Those who have done me wrong broke a part of me...
However, no one can condemn me of being evil...
For unlike others who claim purity and piety...
Yet do all sorts of hurtful things to weaker beings...
I never acted upon my hatred to the people I hate...
I never attempted to harm them in any way...
My hatred harms me and me alone...
For it eats away pieces of my heart... Of my soul...
All I can ever say for myself is that...
If I ever did hurt anyone... I'm sorry...
In my attempt to not harm...
I might have harmed you...

Peace & Love,
© A Furious Child

Friendship Gone!

Every greeting has lost its meaning
The moment you decided to ruin my heart with your anger.
And in the peace of the night you changed the harmony
Into a wild opera shaking the world with its intensity.
Now we pass by so aimlessly,
And greet one another in cold friendship,
Remembering the gap between our age,
And the gap that grew between our hearts.
Why did you leave my friendship and love alone?

© A Furious Child

Wanton with Heat/Coldness

Hot, yet cold.
I remember how we met on that rainy day.
As far away from the heat of the moment you were,
While I had volcanoes run through my veins.
The fever had taken me in.
I saw my content dance in the reflection of the mirror,
But never had it ran like a river because of you.
You simply disappoint in every convenient way!
It danced and ran for I had finally saw the fruits of my efforts
In the glazing eyes of mere strangers who attended my classes.
I had failed to succeed before.
I had honors to keep the two most important happy.
But happy they weren't,
Nor were they proud!
They mock every little accomplishment as if it were but a happy meal's childish gift.
But to hell with all,
For heaven awaits that who believes and works for the ONE.
I love Him more than all beings on this earth,
Yet I always fall prey to the devil's trap, and I weep.
How could I love Him and follow another!
The fires of hell visit me so often
Threatening to melt my brains into soup of randomness.
I fight still to make my book of memories come true,
It has been locked under the everyday demands of non-creativity!
Locked for years in the midst of a flaming wood of deathly creatures,
It screams to free its flaming heart with passion for immortality
As it torments my every waking moment and every slumber with visions and hallucinations.
Ha, Hahahaha! I saw it all in the eye of my dreams
Coming to being in tremendous pleasure and innocence!
Innocence! you all scream at my yelping breaths of escalating tension.
Ha, Hahahahahaha! Oh how stupid you all sound repeating the old lines from the book of Shadows!
You crave the assistance of a being beyond your comprehension!
You stupid fools! You keep lusting after fame and money until you drop dead from a broken heart and a rotten spirit!
Why? you ask me, Do I dream of the endless happiness?
I tell you, Happiness, no Content! Had visited my frivolous nightmare.
I had you all beside me, criticizing every thought I utter and draw.
Why not think for yourselves why I still try against the tide of disappointment and nonrecognition?
Huh?
Everything is dancing the joyous deathly dance of illusion.
Except for the universe that claims my heartfelt dreams.
It only dances when I pursue that little light that promises the same old fame.
Fuck fame! Fuck you all!
The two most important ones had dragged my courageous heart, my wanton spirit, my faithful soul
Into the dark shadowy valley of the sun!
Fuck the illuminating mason sun with its so-called seeing-all eye!
What a silly lie! Yet they flourish, for their glamorous eye blinds their sight of Truth.
It is an empty promise they give to the world.
I have seen them all, you know, those wanton stories they make up!
However, I refuse to follow them into their depthfull hell.
Have you ever wondered why hill and hell are uttered the same?
Because they are the same in nature and description, Oh my dears!
They both promise highness, yet fall into the lowest proportions!

My heart still sings the song of innocence corrupted by emotions of hatred.
It still jumps on the melody of a face promising sincerity of love.
It still dissipate into shells of rooms compounding the others who make my heart warm.
That broken promise drives me to the edge of hellish madness,
But the singing voices of true sincere lovers shove me back into the reality of that love.
I wish you happiness, for I had moved to a better place away from your lying smiles.
Goodbye my lover! Goodbye my friend! You had been the stupid one to fool my pure heart.


Peace and Love,
© A Furious Child

NeverEnding Wondering

I know I am not the most beautiful person, that is if I have beauty at all!
I am not the smartest, the most creative, or the charismatic person either.
And I know there are others who do think likewise.
However, I am a firm believer that every person on this land is unique in their own way.
And sometimes I wonder what is special or good or attractive about me.
Am I the sensual person that I think myself to be?
How can one just let out something that is killing them slowly from the inside?
How can one let everything out without consequence?
Is that even possible?
Can one simply say what they truly feel just to try saying it out?
I am such a selfish person!
I can tell that when I observe how some people are open to give all they have to others.
Like mothers, for instance; they are more than willing to give up anything for their children.
I've always known that I could never be a mother, at least not the mother I wish I had.
Right now, I finally understand why I had that feeling creeping up inside me.
The uncertainty of everything around me is met by the one certain aspect of my character:
I never want to be fully responsible for the life of another human being!
Yet I still wonder sometimes about what I hear from other people who never had children.
They say it was one of their greatest regrets.
Will I regret that too as I grow older?

© A Furious Child

Obssession

It takes over every cell of your being,
Quickly consuming all there is inside.
Every minute, every hour, every day
Float by in absolution
Like the running breeze
Shaking away the falling petals of
The Sakura...

An idea, a person, an emotion
That overrule every fiber,
Every moment is taken away
From your willing hands that allow
Your fingers to grasp the skirts of
The cause of its array.
Your mind no longer comprehends
The Reality...

© A Furious Child

Inspired by The Wild Irish Girl

Passion exceeds mere words of love, 

The fixed gaze of lovers-

Fixed not physically, 

But by unwavering hearts that beat in harmony 

With the sweet melodies of Erato’s lyre.

© A Furious Child

Image by John William Godward. Source: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Godward-Erato_at_Her_Lyre.jpg

Gone!

I live in a world that despises my love.

The way my heart sang with joyful innocence

For the sight of the embodiment of my love
Spread through time and space.

Yet I was hushed with violence!

For every emotion I feel 

Transparent on a face I loathe,

Now that a mask had fallen on,

The face is no longer loved.

I hide within the shattered pieces of my tired soul

That sings in agony, crying

Over a world no longer known.

The life I loved,

The innocent childhood,

The songs of intimacy,

The loving parents,

The peaceful days,

The soul that prayed,

Where did they all go?

© A Furious Child

Breathing Injustice

We are not living,
We are alive,
Slowly breathing the airs of this world,
In full attempt to fake every evidence of our death.
The only time we are truly living is when
We dream some obscure future.

God gave us our life,
Asked us to live, work, and forever move,
But some people hold us hostage,
With God-complex in their hearts,
They claim they do us right,
Yet they cut our oxygen for life.

That is why I cannot breathe,
I want to breathe,
Let me breathe,
Somebody please help me breathe,
Get me out of my prison
Take me away from my jailers
Who refuse to do me justice!

© A Furious Child

Dancing Again

Dancing together on a cloudless night,

As the stars sweetly whisper hums of love to her.

The heart that beats on drums of romance

Has finally joined the heart that soars among the stars.

They parted once in this lifetime,

Then met again dancing among the clouds of the other life.

© A Furious Child

Photo: The Moondancer added by Musella on http://weheartit.com/entry/73265197

Poetry

To me,

Poetry is an image,

An illustration that captures a moment

In the midst of Time,

For it takes the momentary

Through words and sounds,

And resurrects it back to Life and Perception.

It is the Concept and the Voice

Of men and women

Who announce to the world

What stirs the cores of their souls

And the sensations of their physiques,

Through which, they dissolute

All boundaries of Time, Space, and Mind,

For it is true Inception.

It is the tale told

To you and me,

And to the thousands of years to come.

It enchants all with the art of expression,

Enveloping and liberating the minds

With plots, characters, and speeches,

And with messages and themes,

Though some are hidden in the core,

Traces can lead to

Every corner of the universe.

Poetry is my…

Love.

Passion.

Soul.

© A Furious Child

Tick-Tock

As minutes tick by,

I long for you,

Your touch, your kiss,

And in every waking moment,

I dream of you…

© A Furious Child

Caged II

Absurdly locked in a cage,

Unable to spread my wings and fly

To roam a world full of happiness and hope,

To sing the melodies of imprisonment and freedom.

All around me are the possibilities of Good and Evil,

Yet I can't but stare at the hopelessness

Of my feathers and bones

To launch against the chains and bars

Of my silver cage.

© A Furious Child

Caged

When will we be free?

Caged and afraid,

We wait, our cries unheard,

Our prayers floating up to

Finally be returned, accepted.

We die, one by one,

Yet we live on in Heaven.

© A Furious Child

First... Silence... Last...

I can almost see you in the door frame,

Peering towards me,

Eyes piercing my soul,

Wondering where had that child gone...

The child that once, wanton with joy,

Slept like a skeleton of the dark ground,

Only awakened by your presence,

Wanton again, red-cheeked again, lively again,

For you were her world, and in that world,

There were no lies, no worries, and no fears,

There was sunshine that came from you and her.

Her innocence was always too much to comprehend,

For she was too a little naughty devil,

With feathers of silver that shone in the blue light of the moon,

When kisses were waiting,

And sighs were held within their chests.

Now you stand there,

Wondering where she'd gone,

For you never knew you loved her,

You held another for years in your heart,

Transparent to her

To whom your heart strings played their songs of passion

While the echoes of those musical notes

Frosted the burning flames of a first love,

Slashed the little walls and arteries

Of a foolish childish heart

That accepted and foresaw

The ringing bells of blissful happiness of two lovers...

She did bury all remains of that first love and that little heart.

Just so you can come back

With those persistent questions and piercing eyes

And haunt her fragile core and stony shield

Fracturing her once more and leaving her stranded

For the seven words she dreamt of

Since she began to comprehend existence and love...

"I love you!"

"Will you marry me?" he whispered.

. . .

Silence was all that either heard.

© A Furious Child

The Reason

Once, I thought love existed,

For in a home of warmth I lived,

In stolen kisses and softness of language,

In affectionate gazes and body language.

I remember once my father

Brushed a kiss on my mother's lips

While I was playing spiritedly on her lap,

I believed then that they loved each other.

A few years passed that fondness,

And I was witness of a horrid moment,

When my father raised an arm of steal

To hit my mother fallen down her feet.

Standing between them I cried,

"Please don't hit her. Daddy, please!"

At that moment, in darkness he turned away,

And out the door, he left us both.

Exploding in tears and sobs, my mother said,

"He never wanted to hurt me, Oh dear child,"

And from that moment on, my heart began to break,

And in love or marriage I never believed again.

When and if people ask me why

Don't I ever wish to marry?

I shall ask them to read

Words written in blood and tears.

© A Furious Child

Creation: Time

In those moments past exhaustion,

When everything becomes so clear

Yet so hazy at the same time,

I create paintings of words and colors,

Of dreams and emotions

Unknown,

Yet in their basic nature known 

To all human kind.

In those moments past morning,

When the world still sleeps,

And quiet silence is the language used,

I create rhymes and poems

Of and about

Moments like these,

When everything lies asleep

In tempting momentary Death,

While I only live

To tell tales of moments I adore.

© A Furious Child

Howl

In the moment of fury, fired up by the intensity of the situation, all she wanted to do was throw herself out of the car and howl painfully in the middle of the road, without a moment’s thought of the passing vehicles or the staring strangers. She simply wanted to let out all of those built up disappointments, mishaps, misunderstandings, all the cuts and bruises. She felt all that pain deep within her soul it scarred her. She became unable to laugh, unable to cry, unable to even really and earnestly care for anything. Everything became temporary to her; happiness, sadness, peacefulness, joyfulness, or even thoughtfulness. She became unable to fully live any period of her passing life for the mere reason that she always thought that it will not last. She became the dullest person she least expected herself to be. Hatred became her only companion, for none of the other forms of emotions could so determinedly reside within her mind. She simply hated herself most of all for becoming the person she is now. 

© A Furious Child

A Credit to Me

I may not be pretty in the usual sense of beauty, I may not be smart in comparison to the genius, I cannot be the most delicate, or sociable, or poetic of all beings, but I know (and so do others) that I'm intelligent, creative, artistic, emotional, successful, hardworking, helpful, determined (and strong-headed at times), passionate, and accommodating (when I wish to be). I implore you; do not take my kindness and respectfulness for granted, for as I hand such a privilege to you, I can easily take it back whenever I feel like it.

I have given the people around me (namely, my family) too much for a normal human being could and would give. Still, they are never satisfied, always criticizing, always reproaching. And silly me, I strive to change myself to be whatever that want. Ironically, what they want would and will change in a matter of weeks (in some cases, days!), and on turns the wheel of their wants and needs! They want everything to go as they wish, never-minding whom they use to achieve that. 

Therefore, I have made up my mind to stop being so damned accommodating, I no longer care what they want, who they need, or how or why! I will live my life as I see fit! I will be the person I was meant to be as I was designed by God! They are not my Creator! They are not my Maker! They are not the Planner! They are nothing. I shall become the naturally unique individual I always was before their wants and don't-wants changed me. I will strive to become a better human being, caring, loving, and happy.

© A Furious Child

Her Reality

The most interesting fact was that she never tried to identify or specify the reasons which pushed her to make decisions. She have always been like that, dealing with everything as they show, finding the best way out of any situation as soon as possible,  not looking for what might appear in the future, forcing herself to be the one to solve the matters around her.  But in reality, she was forced by other people's uncertainty, their fear and their loss. She needed to evaluate what she really needed to do, whom to keep in her life, who truly loved her, and what emotions to kill in her heart. She never had the chance to choose what she really wanted, for she had been always influenced by others. Sometimes, she was even manipulated by them. And they knew how to do that very well! Despite her first impression about other people, she always gave them the chance to show her more. She tried to give them depth of character when they didn’t have any. In the end, however, her first impressions were always down to the spot! That is a lesson she learned with difficulty, for every time she gave someone a chance, all they did was disappoint her at the end.

© A Furious Child

Choices

There are many reasons for me to need to make this decision right now.. I need to draw the plan for my life, instead of being divided between all the other possibilities.. I keep on thinking of all the other choices that I have ahead of me and dream of the outcomes.. I want to dream… I need to dream! My heart flutters with each dream… Hoping to see the end, the outcome, the result of that choice.. How will it end? I want to see that part of the future.. I want to read the end of that story.. It is far more difficult to have found that things are not going the way I hoped it they would.. I'm exhausted of analyzing and thinking about all the paths that I can take.. I'm tired of wishing for things that might not happen.. I want to find happiness.. I want to be loved.. I have many feelings that can fill the whole world from their intensity if they burst out.. I want someone that would understand me, hold me and get me through this confusion I feel to the place I aspire to reach.. I want someone to make me safe in an embrace which can last till the end of time..

I've made all the people around me tired and angry because of my indecisiveness.. I have to find my resolution.. The revelation that will unlock all the closed doors in my mind, find all the great things that wait ahead of me and unleash all the mind-blowing ideas that are roaming inside of my head and driving me crazy..

© A Furious Child

The Dance of Good and Evil

Tears stream down my cheeks.
Thinking of past memories,
My mind still freshly holds,
With all sensations,
My heart still aches.

It was a long time ago,
That people stood in row,
Defying the tyrant's law,
Reminding the world how,
Things became so low,
From past until now.

The past and future,
Linked by present are.
The memory, hope, and fear,
In my tormented mind roar,
My heart is forever sore.

The faces, the eyes,
The never-ending lies,
The pity, the smiles,
The ever-lasting sighs,
My heart always replies:

I shall always remember,
That moment in September,
With the roaring Thunder,
The raging, flooding River,
And the prison down under.

Then begging the Law,
To avenge the ones below,
Against the common foe,
The so-called Devil's Crow,
Who bought human law.

Thus came the Just Divine,
Stroke on the spine,
Of the vile Devil's shrine.
Forever God's light shall shine,
And people always be fine.

Victory will come,
In more years or some,
Unknown the accurate sum,
When the humans all hum:
Victory has finally come.

© A Furious Child

A Strange Experience

In that moment of an introduction, - laugh of you wish - I do take a split of a second to remember what my name is, strange as it may be. People sometimes ask me, "Have you forgotten your name?" I feel the faint blush behind my cheeks, blackmailing me to reveal the strange secret, and I wonder... Does any other human  being go through the same thing? You ought to know, I do not drink or do drugs simply for the reason I am a believer in God's orders to not self-destruct, and that my mind can do the tricks of those two on its own without any attempts from my part. I also wonder if something is especially off in my brain for me to forget my name out of the blue! I do wonder but never bother with answering any of those questions. As for the first, I hope people would oblige me by answering the question, for they know exactly what happens with them. However, the second is out of any body's concern, unless you specialize in neurology and actually have an answer to the question! I say you shouldn't because of a small fear I have that you might take this little confession and passing thought as a weapon against me and make fun of me! I do not like such a thing, and I am perfectly serious as I say so.

I think that if this experience is shared by many, it would then characterize a specific universal experience affected by special circumstances and features of the environment and the human life.

Please answer question one in the comments. Let us have further discussions, for I am always intrigued by new, argumentative, and exploratory ideas.

© A Furious Child

Humane Song of WAR

In moments like these,

When every human life is bared of its value,

When a man, or a woman,

Is ripped apart from his, or her,

Very essence of being;

Their EXISTENCE.

In the names of what is WAR declared,

In the millions of faces of people

Whose homes and lands forced away from 

The hands bleeding in resistance;

For humans do claim their own lives

To be untaken from the hands of murderers,

Who, in absolute insolence, come from nowhere

To evacuate those innocents,

Be they women, children, elders, or men,

Oh, They are truly in the way of thieves

Who mistakenly think the world is theirs,

Who believe that those homes and lands 

Are truly theirs for the taken!

Oh! Do allow this poor Furious Child to explain

That there are three sides in this tale.

The First is that of the innocent victims,

Whose lands and homes are being taken away

By the Second side, who is falsely claiming 

That those innocents are in the wrong place

And on their lands they reside;

Thus BELIEVING that it is acceptable

To simply remove them from EXISTENCE!

Yet, Oh, look! For the sake of their families' lives,

Those innocents do resist.

Thus, for they dare repel and defend themselves,

And in their resistance,

By both Second and Third sides,

They shall be branded, "Terrorists!"

What a haunting name it is!

The Third party is of the human law-makers,

For in their insolence,

They blinded Justice!

But worry not yourselves,

The Furious Child shall tell more of them.

What unjust laws that permit such vermins

To roam the Earth with those sickening minds!

For God's laws are broken.

Pride and Greed, and Lust and Gluttony

Are, as usual, the weapons

By which those horrifyingly disgusting minds

Stroll all over the world believing they have the right

To take what is not justly theirs,

With a fake claim that, once upon a time,

It was theirs, of course!

God's laws are broken, for the sake of

The previously mentioned sickly minds,

And instead of God's laws did come

The unjust law of greedy, coward,

Disgusting, infuriating, ridiculous, so-called

Humanitarians of the First World.

God's will and law shall outshine

And rule over Earth

So long I, and billions who do BELIEVE

In His Justice and Mercy that outlive all,

So long kings, princes, and knights

Who with all their hearts and souls

BELIEVE in Righteousness and Fairness,

We shall all fight the battle

For our innocence and our EXISTENCE.

This poem is written for the beautiful, courageous, and faithful people of PALESTINE, SYRIA, all those who believe that there is but ONE God, and the people of the world at past and future ages...

© A Furious Child

The Gift

In the memories of a past yet remembered, I still see the faces of people I once cared for. Somehow, we lost contact over the years of schooling, discovering, and working. I still hoped to meet after the lapsed time. How could I forget someone I once felt friendship towards.

His face still accompanies me in the pictures I lock in the box of memories. And from time to time, I unlock it, and as I surf the pictures and the letters, I cry in nostalgic sorrow for times when my own emotions, though complex and adult-like, made all the sense in the world. There were no shades of doubt. Nothing but absolute, delicious and sweet certainty!

I loved those days. And I love them still. They created the goal I work for, and the hope that revives my heart whenever doubt attacks it. I lived and died a thousand times. Yet I never dared to ignore those sparks of hope lighting up the fire inside me to love.

I thank Him for creating them. For making them, oh, so clear, beautiful and radiant with the energy of life! In those moments of weakness, and days of darkness, He sent them to me as gifts and blessings... To remind me that the world still turns. And the days of darkness will surely be lighted again. That the drought will be demolished with rain of love that last forever! 

© A Furious Child

A Work in Progress

        When she came about, all that was there was darkness. For a period of time she was unable to count, she remained, surrounded by nothing but the dark. There were restrictions that stopped her movement. Some kind of leashes that wrapped her. She lingered in darkness. She wondered about the reasons of her existence, the purpose of her presence in such a place, and the place in which she was. It suffocated her to breathe! She was weak, too weak, incapable of doing anything to find the answers to her questions.
        After a while, she started hearing some faint sounds. One was constantly there. It became very familiar... too familiar she could recognize it even if she heard a thousand sound. She started to like it! That sound, compared to others, was strangely soothing. Sometimes she sensed its happiness, and other times, she felt its sadness piercing her, filling her with its pain. She did not comprehend how she could sense its emotions. Nor how she was so stirred by what it felt to the extent that it moved some of her parts. Restrictions or not, she rebelled against them, tried to get out of her captivity.
        Even though she attempted to free herself, she was only faced with a wall! She kicked, she punched, she tugged and pulled, yet nothing happened. Despite her continuous attempts, and her continuous failures, time lapsed longer. Her core was cuffed.
        She saw it, at last! Something so different from the dark, coming from a hole in that wall. It hurt, yet filled her with shapeless sensations...


                                                               ... To be continued...

© A Furious Child

The hurt of a lonesome child
carried away still with memories
of darkness and a hazy forest
reaching starless skies
guided by a heart
filled with fury piles.

Hope with dream eloped
to those skies
where no ships slept
and rage tries
to steal treasures kept
and for milleniums lies.

© A Furious Child

Where may I go?
I dwell in the darkness of my mind
Seeking the truth of my emotion,
Hoping for the certainty of my heart,
Waiting for answers to my questions.
I may allow them to come.
I may allow it to choose.
I may search for them.

Where can I go?
I pursue happiness in the strangest of places
The eyes of a stranger,
The phantom of a past,
The memory of a boy.
I can ignore his invitation.
I can exorcise his trace.
I can cherish his innocence.

Where shall I go?
I see paths ahead of me
Each of which is abandoned,
Each of which is unvisited,
Each of which is untaken.
I shall revive its existence.
I shall follow its history.
I shall explore its possibility.

And live in each for the sake of...
Faith,
Love,
Goodness,
Life,
Mystery,
Death,
Eternity.

© A Furious Child