Heart Controller

During flights you do not create marbles, Rather, what you create is “in the process”, Extraverted or introverted; it is your choice! You have over 14 hours to use or waste, Or a bit of both, like a pie: slices, percentages. The time clicks and you start to become a marble, As I said: “in the process” as in, we start to talk, No introductions needed, just explain your actions, “I just came to stretch my muscles, a bit of movement” Out the window he looks “only been four hours!” I know some used those hours and still using them To just watch movies, one after the other, their choice! Though, difficult to grab an input except their breath, Others, with kids, move, move, and still move, Kids with bodyguards, very important persons! Those young souls do not need any processing, They are born as marbles greet with wide smiles, And what is more interesting are the duo marbles, Movements synchronised, wordless, eye contacts, To them I am not ...

A learned speaker once told me to be direct, I would assume he was a professor of shade, Painting my quality through an iron object, Or pottery of poetry within castles to be made, So I did, hidden symbolic letters to resurrect, Whilst my deep secret passions I so forbade, Strangers of unknown origins eyes to suspect, For the innocence of one’s self has decayed, Apart from that I wrote outdoors to recollect, Earth Whisperers hinting for a danger to evade, For a direct poem I needed a subject to select, Here, a couple of shiny dirhams for us to trade. Thursday, 15 th of September 2011

Step one – step two – block then attack, Step three – step four – and then launch, Step five– *RING RING* just hold a bit, Continue training with the same routine. “Hello! Yes? Yes, it is me. Aha, okay. When? N-now? Aha, b-but– not a problem! Ba-bye!” Climbing up the ladder is what I have done, Stood on this long, narrow cliff and waiting, Cheers and claps from the audience I hear, Nerve-racking indeed, yet a compulsory step, Step-step-step-jump-grab and swing; finally, Swing... swing... swing-release-catch-swing, Swing... swing... swing-release– “Hello! Yes, speaking! What do you want? I know, I just spoke to him! Yes, okay! Bye” Climbing up the foremast just before sunset, Heading west; eyes longing for a night’s birth, G-golden-orange sparks the bowsprit brilliantly, There! The universe’s soul is s-... s-... singing, Still as a rock, but a heart’s pound is irresistible, Cheers and shouts from the crew is what I hear, And now to fly low on the ground with the...

A lonely eye stalking the blue-surfaced water, Anonymous, yet, most of its traits are known, The origin displays its glorious power onto it, Arising in darkest hours exposing this emblem. Utter silence heard upon its luminous white lid, Disclosing the secretly survived moving entities, Doubtful queries raised for such random claims, Ghastly substances soar without troubling the eye. Tolerant drifters misplaced in vast wavy prisms, Gazing at the lid as it performs its sacred rituals, Tranquillity emerged blessing tribal silhouettes, Placing directions in the souls of mindful hearts. Thursday, 22nd of October 2009

In my woodiness shape I wish to express, Words from an eccentric language or two, Merged together in a highly new fashion, Entirely displayed, wondered by admirers, Whilst critics shove me into 'lost property'. Waiting for some time for you to return, Remembering our previous rapid sessions, The tickling of deep smooth coloured tips, The poking of shallow rough black squares, Now arriving before me with another relic. Bias and morality should never be judged, Rather, I am just an innocent piece of art, Creative symbols reflecting endless value, Producing a magnificent meaningful me, Presented to audiences by a foreign entity. Monday, 21st of September 2009