POETIC MEMOIRS OF SHADI YACOUB SHIDRAWI

Form a tree and hang a swing with silver linings grasp the breeze and swing like a child does edit your writing and edit and edit crave for awareness and never cease to. we are what we are don't say we are unable to. Form a tree and hang a swing with glittering lightening breathe the storm and fly over the black clouds torrential rain under your courage subsides we are what we do don't say we are not aware, too. form a tree and hang a dreamy swing revel in its nostalgia and innocense don't let the new order take over don't say we are able, but can't do. counting, drifting, hanging, musing laughing that's what we do best that's what we expected when we took those first steps down to that room of hypnotic nostalgia. the new order ordains our rumors fill up the gaps don't say we are too far from achieving chances taken and not forgotten. this isn't what it seems like you have an understanding of the how and when the synergis...

June 20, 2007 at 7:59am      Why is it when we yield to a desired process, we deny the challenge that comes with it! As per se, relentless search for a hidden shelled like protection. Frustration reaches its best when this action is not consumed to the fullest... as two flames burn more to quench the thirst of feeding fire on fire. Then the mind adds logic to it and time, incandescent in nature, treats the pain that resides within!      Frantically groping in the middle of dark, I feel the essence of perfume flying in particles across the room of my thought. I grasp a particle of you and I smell it until it ends and then it restarts...why...why! The neutralizing effect doesn't work...that one and only mentioned sublime. The smell turns to visual aspects that pound the mind and the groping in the light of memory adds to the grandeur of the moment. Steadily I grope and steadfastly I hold...unconsumed desire.. for the love of God!!!   ...

May 3, 2011 at 10:07pm · I stand on mountain peaks Calling out the stout Rendering sorrows into might; Calmness into naught! Grasping some jurisprudence My sweat drops the petty cash. Reviving ultimatum Denying citations I grope the wilderness To find But a glimmer Of a day Reflecting another to come. A souvenir I’ve just created, And to write I have never ceased! Lend me your auditory passion, And revel in the imagery I weave!

Sometimes. June 21, 2007 at 1:48am · Sometimes life takes turns on life. Scratching hope on the walls of unknown futures. Skipping the fear of madness and illogic. Stars go by and fall from above. Skies bow down with respect to decisions made. Strife and toll wither to sweet perfection. Strides, greater than that of a giant,are taken over miles. Strutting over a million clouds. Satisfied with a decision taken on one night. Safer in a fragrant scenario of the mind. Stumbling maybe but steadfastness brings the past. So let's be happy with this mind!! Suddenly i wan to calmness. Softly caressed to hold the moment. Sometimes I seem to shadow the sand. Sans blague...we only live once. Shallowness is not that deep but the deep is not! Sending all five lights of prisms. Steadily flying faster than light!

REFINED RAMPANT RUSTICITY, CRAVES ON A CREDULOUS CALL. Torrent turbid tranquility, Settles the sensation of the soil. Abundant avid aridity, Describes the destined design . I walked the streets of Beirut today... Then I imagined... Is the unbending traveler that credulously struggles to spread havoc; Wherein I cannot uproot the stench of foulness within the gravitating surmise. A wrapped-up gift explodes and everything is thrown behind. And when the gravel subsides, The righteousness did to glitter sounds of enemies to hide. Was this the Beirut I know? Was this not a scary vision of the mind...? Never! the voice refused... Forever the dream of life survives.