Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Self Oppression Against Yourself

March 1, 2010

Self Oppression Against Yourself

Ayad Gharbawi

Those that greedily scorn you, they that persist in

Surrounding you and touching you;

Those that innately despise your Being, exist all around you

Screaming themselves to be your

‘Friends’, ‘Lovers’ and ‘Family’

But, think, I speak to you –

For, you are alien in thought and appearance to them

You are their reminders of what they themselves cannot ever Be

You create these Reflections of Fright that breathes

In their intertwined ribs of Perversities;

Listen! For you are what?

You are the Symbol Painful of their Evil

For these Sickening Sinner, who

Whenever contemplating the Lucid Portrait

That you have painted

And that you have so effortlessly

Exposed to their sickened sadistic Brains

And, yes, they become terrified;

Terrified of what, you ask me?

They become severely frightened

Of themselves

And that is why they turn their cheeks

From their own Sadistic Selves

From the portrait of themselves

And they twist now on to another path

Far removed from their own realities

And they thereby


Their murderous work

Understand, then, the Dangerous Emptiness which is around you

Understand, then, the Culture of Stupidity that they have surfaced from

For theirs is the land of silliness too real to behold

Theirs is the Land of Self-Fear

This is the land of Stupidity

The Civilisation of Plasticity

The Culture of Brainless Beautiful Bodies

Nations totalitarian render masses fearful of authorities on all levels

Yes, how true, but wait!

Nations democratic render masses fearful of what is within each Soul

Their stolen identities, lost and gone

The Screams of Munch reverberate and pound and murmur and sigh daily

In their varied manifestations and voices

In their varied moods and appearances within your insides.

Fear of one’s Self

The fear to discover human bonds, and not the norm

The fear to realize your need for Humanity, Warmth and Substance that

Cannot be attained

For, it does rarely reside in the homeland of the humans – the brain.

Yet, if loneliness and an island you become, you shall suffer accordingly

Social animals we are

Defective society turns your Personality, your Essence and your Being that is real

It turns and transforms you into the forests of Living Graves;

The same decomposing graves that are situated so deeply

Underground; and that lurk frightfully and mockingly

Within the sinister murkiness of your Disconnected Minds –

And then, you suffer necessarily, as you must, given your Unreasonable Realities

For, you are Alone and within Stillness, you exist

Existing in an open cage they call ‘Life’

And I call Self Oppression

And your varied passions and necessary needs do not hear their echoes

Nor do you see the murmurs of meaningful eyes from anyone anymore.

A dilemma such as this, needs to be understood and replaced

With healing ideas, Sacred and Eternal in their Supreme Serenity;

I tell you, o souls, Spiritual and Meek;

Treat the waxy masks around you,

Who casually call themselves your ‘Friends’, your ‘Lovers’, your ‘Family’

Treat them with your steel masks

Enjoy what you can enjoy

Try to nourish your bodily needs

There is no shame in that!

Even though they may be the driest fruits of your existence

For the recluse’s life can lead to further pains and mental torture

Read, write, sing; these Essences and Activities shall help

With the slowed passages of time

Co-exist, inasmuch as you can

Inasmuch as your masks allow you to co-exist

For you know, there shall be a tomorrow for you

The years of weariness and withering wilderness, shall cease

Hope in a superior tomorrow is a jewel and an essence of Humanity

The Fabric of your Life is that Hope

Without it, you suffer being but bitter and dying in your living

In between miserable conflicting strands of emotions and behaviour.


Blinded Eye – Ayad Gharbawi

January 22, 2010


Ayad Gharbawi


That faint

In their sudden life

Beginning to create

A passionate being

That suffers

From an embarrassing


That begs to kill

Her only

Eye’s belief.

Birth of Sorrow – Ayad Gharbawi

January 22, 2010


Ayad Gharbawi

From my life

I gave in

Surrendering to

A sudden


Of such

Serious Sorrow

That so wrecked

My once

Secure life

And therefrom

I did


A Sailor’s Letter

January 22, 2010


Ayad Gharbawi

Monument’s finale

Requiem disguised

An act to move through

So at last, the

Words crossing the land of shameless criminals

See their laughter of virgin tears venomous

Don’t you turn away again

Can’t you see these uncivil sinister trivialities?

You can be so alive to feel

But do not lie to me

No north, no south to change disturbed winds

Wither do they vanish, or wither do they rest?

None is relevant

Between us now

This moment defines


What grips your indefinable, unruly senses

Are copies of the same

Immaterial emotional fakery that is so chaining

Your mind, within and your mind outside

And all can see are your acts so feigning, so pretentious

Your bride of vision is within

Lying to ignore your disrupted mind

Your infrastructure so burdensome to all

Between us now

Yearn for this now

For the now

Is the definition true

Of existence

The existing now moment

Is what your Self is

Confront your scavenging rootless eyes

Loneliness needs nourishing roots

To fire off instincts

Of a thousand detrimental deceptive rainbows

So illusory

Upon their borrowed masks

They effectively employed to

Entertain and torture you


Don’t take it all so seriously

If your brittle dry nerves can

Words you mentioned can kill, didn’t you understand?

Ah! The symphonic movements of sincerity’s passions between us

In the stillest hours of solitude

And yet, within contexts of raging passions screaming

Inside caged ears

If you desire your needs essential

Forgetting all others who forgot you, abandoned you

The fiery dead and the numb living continue their interesting arguments

But are they not all one?

Yes, your decayed compass

Turns inside out

And all childhood is good and bad, churned together

Don’t ignore too much others who are in solitary pain

You hear or you do not hear

When all say they do love you so

Laugh, friendless friends, laugh seriously

Now you shall hear the serious reality of truth’s images

Sweet humans, how much longer will you sin?

You are all, simply

Existing to exist?


Can you not do better?

Can you not be compassionate?

Can you not be humane?

Can you not be understanding?


So, I resign

Lie in your fragrant bowels of multidinous crimes

Lie to your sickening madness that butchers fanatically


To your spastic shudders of evil emotions that reverberate within you

Hear the polite, stern winds emerging, demanding truth, justice and peace!

Bow your soul, Man, bow your sanity to God above you;

Respond respectfully, understandably

And try to think truthfully

A Madman’s Gesture

January 22, 2010



Ayad Gharbawi

In rooms of a time I called yesterday

The evenings were red I felt

The sunsets meant something final to me

A pointless hand gestured meaningfully

A sentence expressed passions

Where else did I paint scenes of life

You saw the conversations

The attempts

In instances hopeful

I cried once or twice

To create

The hope of love

And fulfilment, how strange

Glancing nowhere

Walking somewhere

Where do I exist?

I can be, I can love

Yet, in loneliness’ laws

Who is there

To love?