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