Every night ...I suffer a battle

My pillow and Your shoulder

My pillow keeps saying:

Oh poor girl … come rest your head on my lap

I’ll caress your hair... smell your scent

Open the dream gate

You’ll be there with him

To walk, talk, flirt, love…

You can do the impossible

Sin and pray

Love who hates

Fly high

…

Your shoulder whispers:

Dreams will always be dreams

Rest your head so I can kiss your eyes

Embrace your soul and hear your breath

Let me shape your thoughts

So when you’ll surrender to your pillow

I’ll be making your dream

I’m your reality and your dream

…

Every night … I suffer this battle

…

..Suz ..

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of  women, so you smile politely and take your place.  
Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every  stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.  
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers"

(invented by someone's Mom, no doubt)  
is handy, but empty.  
You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,

(Mom  
would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume

"The Stance."  
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to
shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold

"The Stance."  
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can  hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the  seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"

Your thighs shake more.  
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday
- the one that's still in your purse.

(Oh yeah, the purse around your  neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at  
the same time).

That would have to do. You crumple it in the
puffiest way possible.  
It's still smaller than your thumbnail.  
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The  door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your  chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of
the toilet!!!! 
"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your  footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the

TOILET SEAT.
It is  wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper  
- not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew,because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could
get."  
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush  somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto
the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point you give up.  
You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket  and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.  
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the
automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile  
politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when youNEEDED it??)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the  woman's  hand and tell her warmly,

 "Here honey, you just might need this."  
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom.  
Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"  
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms  
(rest??? you've got to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what  
really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked  questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex  
under the door! 

Tell me...Did you find the way to kill me inside of you...

I didn’t yet...

Maybe I managed to stop the breeding of your need

But you still exist…

Your seeds are deep inside… Unreachable in my darkness

Too weak to dig any further…I choose to hold the search

Just hang around till you show me the way…

Your way

.. Suz ..

...

Your eyes apologize way better than you do

…

 

I’d rather stay and fight with you...

Than go and make love to another

...

 

 12 years already !!

When it's Our love it never varies

19/12/1994

...

 

..Suz..

 

They said dreaming makes your life better

They said dreaming can open up your mind

They said dreaming can add a spice to your days

But

They never said how hard it is to wake up from a dream

They never said how ugly and cold the real world can be

They never said how solo you will be when you face your destiny

…

I never dared to dream

I knew that it’s not for me

Not for the type of which I belong

I always knew that people who dream

Are the people who dare to make their dreams come true…

It was never my game… neither my call

Until what happened this fall

…

.. Suz ..

Escape

Fly away

Get out of my body

This walking death machine

Like a countdown timer

Reducing life into seconds

Burning days

Consuming Youth

 

I wanna wear it out

Leave this corpse

 Break free

Let me go

Show me the way

Ease my soul

Open a window

Let there be Light

 

.. Suz ..

 

 

Let me love you

In front of a mirror

This way our pleasures

Will simply be triple

 

Let me embrace you

And look at the reflection

To carry the illusion

And print the impression

 

Let me undress you

And gaze into your flesh

To see how a scent

Wears your skin so fresh

 

Let me taste you

With the awaken beast

Like an Octopus preying

On his precious feast

 

Let us make love

And see us make love

Let the mirror watch

Till we become her image

 

She’ll sweat

She’ll drip

She’ll sigh

 And we’ll …

 

.. Suz ..

 

The silky reddish and blind snake

So smooth, tender with a velvet coat

Have drawn the pattern of my nights

 

Wetting my skin with the liquor of life

Tasting the flesh on my shivering bones

Molding the curves of my provoked hills

 

Your tongue have had me from the first round

Leaving me exhausted and consumed

Asking for mercy to soak my dried up soul

 

.. Suz ..

Too many of You

I’m lost

 

I used to crash on You

And then on You

And later on You

And now on You

I want all of You

In the same time

That I am about to loose You

 

I am so selfish

Can’t make up my mind

To choose just You

 

Maybe soon a new You will catch my breath

What to do then???

 

I guess it’ll be the biggest You club ever

Join the club

 

.. Suz ..

For

Those forbidden thoughts

These sinful feelings

That seductive smile

…

Every night

I pass through walls to

Reach your side

Grasp the scent

Feel the skin

Taste the man

Wake the beast

Hear the roar

Swallow the liquor

Attain oblivion

…

For

Those forbidden thoughts

These sinful feelings

That seductive smile

 

.. Suz ..

I can’t remember the scent anymore

It is so horrible not to

It might be pain… or ease

It is the same

Do you want to remember or forget?

I want to remember some when I want

I know it’s selfish

Aren’t we all?

Selfishness makes you feel breathing more

I need to...

I am so exhausted

Would you like to rest on my shores?

Can we pause?

I wish we can

You must want it badly...

So it may happen

It’s been long time since the last time I “closed” my eyes

I can not sleep

I can not "clear"

For me I don't want to sleep

May I kiss your restless eyes?

Put my hand in your hair...

Whisper in your ears...The right words

And take you to the dream land

With pleasure

...the scent

Tell me do you still remember the eyes?

They are always my last hope to feel...

Well… I can't wipe the smile

From the face… in the wall

Why?

My walls have facings

Mostly one figure that have a breath taking smile

Smile?

Tell me about them

"Make" me remember

There are no words... Just an image...

When do you see it?

In bed...

Just when you try to close your eyes and search for the rest

There is a pillow… an empty one

With a smile on it

Yes I know

Now I know

…

I feel like kissing you

What’s stopping you??

Nothing...

Then this is a promise... From the selfish He

My lips will be wet one day

Who said anything about your lips?

I can begin from any place I want and finish whenever I want...

Emmm

You won't leave the lips to dry...Won’t you?

I doubt that they will

Can’t wait

You are the only one that I can’t estimate how you like to be kissed…

Because I think you are moody as me

And it depends

Doesn’t?

Then if you'll let me...I'll teach you

Every morning

I wait for your rose

Your Red Rose

 

I sit and stare at the nothing

I smile at faces but recognize no one

The blood in my cheeks is burning my face

I try to breath but the walls are moving

Like sand pearls I sink in the time machine

 

All I can do is Wait

For your Red Rose

Every morning

 

 

..Suz ..

 

He says:

I feel an urging need to love you

Like no other man did or would

She says:

I like the way you pick your words

You 're just a cat

He says:

Miaw

She says:

So the middle earth you were telling me about... between Right and Wrong...

How can we get there?

He says:

Very easy!

Just want it!

She says:

And?

He says:

Want it enough

And you'll have it

Be ready for a journey that you know you will never forget

For better or worse!

The pearls I promise you are the ones I have only...

The pearls I promise you are the ones you deserve

Your hand on my face will always be a memorable gift

She says:

What if I drop them?

He says:

Another warrior of light will pass by and pick them

And he'll give them again to the “someone” who deserves them

You wouldn’t drop them anyway unless it's on purpose

She says:

Your pearls are precious to my heart

He says:

And you are my precious...

Why would I keep the pearls?

The day I have you, pearls would loose their value

She says:

I’ll take your pearls... Make them mine

He says:

Want them!

Don’t just take them

Have them

Don’t just possess them

She says:

I never ask for anything

He says:

You don’t have to ask

You know I want to give them to you

She says:

I may ask for the tiniest pearl u may ever have

You'll be broke

He says:

You never ask

I’ll give it to you

And I’ll be broke willingly

She says:

I m afraid

When a cyclone passes... it leaves only mess behind

He says:

For me or from me?

She says:

Not from you

He says:

Cyclones never used to leave mess

They just wiped it!

The mess is already there

She says:

I wish you are right

He says:

You know I am

She says:

Hurting u will be a scar I don't want to leave

He says:

There is no reason to worry already

She says:

Right… It’s too soon to see the end

He says:

Maybe there isn’t one in the first place

She says:

I like to believe that

He says:

I do

"Will you love me pls?"

She says:

Someone said that before

He says:

I know

Will you love me?

She says:

Will u let me?

 

إلى من سار طويلاً على شواطئ العلم

و لفحته شمس المعرفة

فأضحى برونزياً جذاباً و لا أروع

 

إلى من بلل قدميه بأمواج الأجيال المتلاحقة

و شيد من الرمال صرحاً

و نظم فيه  صفوفاً و رص مقاعدا

 

إلى من قاد مراكب القمح والنبيذ

ليطعم العقول و يروي النفوس

فترفع كؤوس النصرعاليةً و تزهر شقائق النعمان

 

إلى من صمد في وجه الأعاصير و التقلبات المزاجية

و ثبت أوتاده في صخور معتقداته

و ظل ضاحكاً مازحاً يرد العواصف تباعا

 

إلى من راقب المد و الجزر مئات المرات

لا بل الآف المرات حتى أصبح قمراً

يصنع المد و الجزر على طريقته

 

إلى من آنغمس في دنيا النور

و أعطى من روحه و عقله و جسده

فسقط منه ظله و تناثر في قلوب محبيه

 

ها نحن اليوم يا مصباحنا الغالي

 قد جمعناه و حفظناه  بماء الذهب غطسناه

لنعيده إليك يا أيها المعلم الكبير.

 

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