Who’s He?

Ghareeb al-Diyar

An Arab in Diaspora

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Mysterious in his life

You are lucky

Not to know him!

For him, life is nothing!

who’s he? You ask!

In his shapeless shape,

he is not a human

Or even looks like a Jinn

On the top of his neck

You see two heads,

And sometimes three

On the back of his head

two eyes, sometimes one

in his continuous talk

too much sin

Who’s he?

I wander!

How he lives or dies?

Unlike human lives!

You’re lucky

not to meet him!

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Happiness is a gift

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More than just a mood

More than laughing shift

So Always be happy dude

Be happy n never act

Like Mike my brother

He never was happy

Because  he never

listens to his mother

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Who’s He?

He lives in cemetaries

Make it gardens

Whenever you ask him

Anything, he  says

Don’t care

Every thing looks for him

The same

In himself he’s confident

He  can fall in love

By accident

Eats  his pain

He makes the windows ceilings

And the walls floors

His house  has no doors

Jungles for him

Weaning and dealings

But he cheats friends

And other people

While he’s smiling

When he sells,

Or buys, his weighs

Wrongly measured

And always weeping

Dancing, singing,

In the same time

But weeping,

Has its wide property

Of his own , sometimes

His age is getting taller n shy,

Whenever he looks

At buildings go up

In the red sky

If you ask me!

My answer, who’s he

I don’t know, I say.

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No one on this earth

Is innocent because

No one with no avidness

It’s the human nature

Every person by force

Or choice to witness

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Let your shadow

Pass by my grave side

It will remain with me

Over my body and

Never disappear

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The only place

Where evil has no

Place is the grave

Anyone above the ground

On earth alive

Is not immune from evil

Evil and humans in

Life are acquainted

Very well

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To be in underground

Earth, a new environment

It has to be

It’s like leaving the city

To a far village with

No lights, no newspapers, no food,

No trains, no phones,

You find travelers had stopped

Forever, at no station

Your body and soul

Finally cames to peace

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No food to  digest

No partner to have

Sex with, no crime

Committed for envy

No theft, no burglary

No stealing, no killing,

No work, no stress, no illness

No life, no lies

The only  job all people

Share is: Eternity of silence

Called Death

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No good, no bad,

Around

Quietness, everywhere

And  peace at last,

It’s the only place makes

people equally,

Satisfied

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Thank God,

Finally, everyone is

Satisfied

Death was the natural

cure, for all life strife

People with self- peace

Have found happiness

In  the final step,

To enter eternal life

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What makes people

Fully relaxed?

Not physically, wrong

People planned

Instead, it is

Mental powers

Have to stand still

And put off

Nurves shell

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Mental relaxing

Is always needed much

More than physical one,

If one is tired

Sleeping, for him/her

Is relaxing

But for one who has

Nightmares created

By his/her mental

Tools, s/he will never

Get relaxed.

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Philosophers  gathered

One day to decide,

Conclusion was:

It is not too late

To confess, that

The only factor brings

Human beings

Together in a world of

Animality is:

War or love

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B.L.D.

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What B.L.D stands for

Three things

On earth, all humans

And things and

everybody else, share

Birth, Life and

Death!

No one may

Negate this simple

Truth

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Tavern of Love

Love institution

Is a tavern, all people

Come to it, with lovers

Sometimes, other times

Without

They come to spend

Good times

One drinks over limit

And looses mind

Swims in the world of

Imagination, until s/he

Meets someone else,

takes their hands

washes their faces,

makes coffee to

let the drunk woke up

from his/her dreams

others, however, continue

enjoyment of mind loss

and stay forever,

until they become

similar to dead people,

but practicing to die,

and finally, s/he got

rewarded, of believing

that  the tavern,

cures lives, hardships

and death, so they

wait, until they die

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@ From the author’s new Diwan, 2009-07-02

www.hasanyahya.com

Partly Published on Articlesbase on June 28, 209