Heart Controller

I You showed me this land of prison And to you I idolised many humans Amidst the burning horizon I camp in that wild town They gave me papers to which songs sang This land has produced many storms and you Shared your charming mad laughs and Forever have drawn people beheading gods with Swords and spears – yet you have lived in stillness II When I was approached by the delicate wind on Top of hills swaying the desert trees melodiously free I saw the happiness in me on you And the still to come grasslands beyond scorpions But only then will you have shown me the intricate song Of elders shining relics on top of dunes so clear That if taken inside – doomed to take within If not for the sands in my mouth III There is a path which riddle your mind To speak of the past forever But then the idols silence its followers And in that desert drown and misshape to become A season though the wind comes again Singing to me the words of a beau...

Arr Arr Arr in the dark black night, Swinging swords at the foe left and right, Boarding ships taking loot and their cannon, Sending gifts, fresh fruits, with a blasting wagon, Mwa-ha-haa and we found that map, Docked on the coast then we take a nap, Bells at dawn ring ring ring ring, Look for gold and hear us sing, Let us walk and take our axe, Pick those pearls and the chests on your backs, Hell erupted on the mount, Leaving the island gems to count, In our cabins smelling our gold, This is the story the witch foretold, She has a hair like that of a snake, Shelves of potions and a toxic cake, In the centre a giant pot, Eyes so big and a greenish snot, Mixed so well that you can smell, And that is one of many a spell. Arr Arr Arr in the ocean storm, Captain stands and starts to inform, Grabbing gear and fixing holes, Few do drown so blessed their souls, Ancient ruins under the sea, Holes in skulls you have to see, Skeletons ar...

Hey! Yeah, all of you’s waiting, The colours mixed, so listen, I’m about to tell what’s happening, Across the streets of Auburn. Over there! That car, see?! Yeah, the yellow one, Woah! What a cool M3! Should be heaps of fun! Back in line we keep sighing, This ballad: a time waste, For our energy keeps draining, Come on! Our lunch to taste. Two minutes left of the agony, “Next in line!” “Yay!” I’ll make a colourful symphony, Finished! I have to pay? Cash only? You gotta be kiddin’! EFTPOS next to that centre, Where? There! It’s not hidden! Walking and walking then I enter. So, you see, it’s near closing time, And all I have is a card, 7/11 cash-out with that chime, Returned to find a guard. “Mate, we’re definitely closed!” “Seriously! After all that?!” Stepped forward, muscles exposed, Went back to my flat. This story ends with a sweat, Job, at last, completed, Many colours I ‘ave met, All this is already t...

Halt! Listen to their whispers and feel their hope Shattered as they lie limbless under mass graves, Erase your eyes from weeps and endure sorrow, Honour their long lost lives and roar for freedom, Tell me, why these women laid near the children? What have become of us as we observe in silence? Their screams rose as they burnt, deafening silence, No media coverage and no one to share their hope, Villages razed and innocent lives lost their freedom, They were once in peace playing with the children, Soon soldiers in black arrived to dig copious graves, And today, we remember them and pray in sorrow. Tell me, have their offspring won over their sorrow? Or have they indulged in drugs to overcome silence, Owing to false banners and the so-called freedom, Selling their bodies to traffickers with the children, Maybe a few fenings or pennies for a future’s hope, Yet, more bodies pile up on top of rotten graves. In the news: “The Forgotten’s dis...

I inherited earthly Arab genes, both new and old, And ancient ones, too, full of wisdom and royalty, But elders have seen enough and grew inpatient, Thus, conspiring against the young lost generation, Observing their abnormal putrid talks and walks, Denying it over the years without uttering a word. And so, my ancient genes recreated themselves Into an independent and different living being, Detached from me: a twenty-year-old flesh,   Placing forth relics and coins unknown to us, Purchasing survival kits: only dates and water, Basic nutritional needs, enough for decades, Enough to send a message to the forlorn souls. Simple logical symbols from his ancient tongue Reach our ears to guide us into rediscovering Our true vicious foe removing the blinding mist That has masked my people’s eyes ceaselessly. Once the long lost calligraphies have been delivered He will start to dissociate back into ancient genes, And reconnect with a twent...