For no discernible reason you've found a link to some of my poetry.

Please read, understand and enjoy,

Hammad.

I see them dance towards that devil's fire,

that gives them courage to reach the towering spire,

that mere consciousness and fear betray them to achieve,

or so they have 'til now learnt to believe.

Their senseless weaving 'round the flame betrays,

and speaks of souls with less passion than they.

They risk singed wings to cure singed hearts,

but no real calm does it impart,

it merely numbs their feelings true,

and leaves me like some tortured fool.

And I would have them race towards the moon,

with heart in hand and open eyes, thus soon,

would they discover life's true pleasure bold,

In facing up to that which leaves them cold.

In speaking truths and knowing life's desires,

resorting not to reason's funeral pyre.

I know that they doubt not which way is true,

I pray that knowing this they will come through.

I pray, I do not pray in vain.

Walking home tonight,

The moon seemed

very near,

The night seemed

very close,

My life seemed

very brief,

I felt

very old,

and the future seemed

The future bleeds red onto my hands,

I feel it's intestines wrapped around my fingers,

Who did this?

Who destroyed the future?

Who shot it down before me?

My mind runs riot.

Addled images jump and scream for my attention.

I blink.

Consider foolish Hope.

it's sound strange on my lips,

like a word from some ancient and foreign tongue.

Hope.

Unfamiliar, laughable, naive.

Hope.

Brave, unforgetting, unforgiving, unrelenting.

Hope? (meme, neural-construct, mind-memory mismatch, deconstructable metaphor?)

Hope.

The place my future can survive.

(Hope?)

"... show me your teeth, good, blow out your cheeks... "

I'm grinning,

I'm beaming,

I'm bathing my pearlies in the sunshine of your affection,

I'm smiling.

Funny how when you smile

you feel happy.

And vice versa.