Reality: Shadows Surrounding Humanity

I have stopped dreaming about the dilapidating person,
And began to open the vital eyes of the forlorn reality,
Yet, if you observe the time’s dimension in milliseconds
Then you would realise the existence of dark shadows,
Lurking to fish ancient chaste villages for Today’s Special,
Headlines switching from the wasteland to the desert,
As if a show screening for the mindless masses of meat,
No sense of life!
And copious shadows still hunt puppets out of souls.
I have stopped dreaming about the pristine person
As I observed the wilderness in the city of Deer AlZoor,
Smiles did flourish in the small villages along the river,
Until the putrid puppets placed their powerful hands
On the soon-to-disappear persons of joy and glory,
The puppet’s contaminated minds removing all hope,
A move towards ethnic cleansing was just the start,
No sense of life!
And the shadows plan on barricading the city of Dar’a.

Friday, 19th of September 2014

Edited on Sunday, 28th of September 2014

Dream: Phenomenon in the Desert


Last night I dreamt of a curious person,

Observing experiments on living creatures,
Reporting results, taking a break, stretching,
Walking alone on the desolate sand dunes.
In the dream I saw the silence of time,
Poisonous gas dispersed, village massacred,
Nomadic chants thrown into an ancient abyss,
No sense of life!
And no shadow could reveal except souls in dreams.
Thursday, 18th of  September 2014

Dream: Panic in the Woods


Last night I dreamt of a pale person,

Sweating, running away hysterically,
There was some sort of smoke behind,
Vague but hazardous shadows lurking.
In the dream I saw his torn clothes,
And the rush of blood of a fresh wound,
Collapsed on the earth of this woodland,
No sense of life!
And the shadows retreated in utmost joy.
Thursday, 18th of September 2014

Dream: Innocence in the Wilderness


Last night I dreamt of a pristine person,
Covered in newly-polished shiny armour,
Marching alone into the wilderness of era,
Sword sheathed unready for the monsoon.
In the dream I felt his naïve young soul,
Spoiled brat competing for a lady’s hand,
An unknown figure stormed into his neck,
No sense of life!
And the shadow disappeared into thin air.
Thursday, 18th of September 2014

Dream: Vagrant in the Wasteland


Last night I dreamt of a dilapidated person,
Who only travelled by foot since ancient times,
He kept walking gazing somewhere straight,
Somewhere where his foot will never stop.
In the dream I saw him crossing a wasteland,
Blazing dusty winds blew on an unknown era,
Cracked earth, distorted barks, a rocky crag,
No sense of life!
And the moving shade kept breathing ever-so-slightly.
Wednesday, 17th of September 2014