The Cyclical Nature of Philosophy

The Irony of a Calculated Equation with a Predisposed outcome. This thing called life.

One lives, One learns to live. No regrets, no sorrows. Just the Present and what is to come.

In the unknown, there is comfort in the inevitability which is that of it's nature; unknown.

It is unknown because it is not meant to be known until it is experienced, therefore becoming known.

So do not dwell in the house that you cannot see, for it will reveal itself in due time. And when the door exposes, you enter, still unknown of what is inside.

Bedouin: I Am

Hello

Hello Hi

Hello Hi This is my goodbye

Hello Hi This is my goodbye, That every time I say hello

Hello Hi This is my goodbye, That every time I say hello, I'm forced to say goodbye.

This will be my curse

Goodbye

Hello

Goodbye.

Here are all my secrets

Here are all my secrets, before I pass on by

Here are all my secrets, before I pass on by, Hello goodbye hello

Goodbye fair-well hello.

Hi

Hello

Adieu

Adieu My time has come to go.

Adieu My time has come to go. Has it been 6 years yet ?

Has it been 6 years yet ? if so then I must go.

Born of desert sands

The bedouin that I am,

Bound to this cycle.

Goodbye

Hello

Goodbye

This will be my curse

I'm forced to say goodbye, That every time I say hello, This is my goodbye Hello Hi

That every time I say hello, This is my goodbye Hello Hi

This is my goodbye Hello Hi

Hello Hi

Hello.

The Joke Behind The Tears That Fell.

Who are we kidding,

I am just a kid.

With nothing to lose,

and nothing to give.

But please,

leave my memory alone,

I cant see another man's tongue down your throat.

I cant see another man's arm by your side.

Call it immature

I call it pride.

I call it pride.

Give me just this.

After all I am just a kid.

Who am I kidding,

thats all a lie,

I am a man,

indeed full of pride.

If its another man you want, then go right ahead.

Nothing is stopping you, replace me in bed.

Replace me with clothes

Replace me with shoes,

He will never look as good as I do.

Because I am a man, who grew from a boy,

I know what pain is,

and I'm not a toy.

Who are you kidding,

You know the truth,

We both play hard to get,

a tango takes two,

we are moving on,

a new day's anew.

Yet my heart is still broken,

damned as a fool.

for no one but you

for no one but you

for no one,

but you

insist on him too.

I was once sweet to you.

I am the same flavor

but your palette has changed.

it's all you can handle,

or so you say.

"Who am I kidding,

I am just a kid

jealous of your ability

to have someone to kiss."

Wouldn't You ?

You would think

that saying goodbye

would get easier

after its said a thousand times.

You would think, wouldn't you.

You would think

that being alone

would make you grow

stronger

and not weaker

You would think, wouldn't you.

And being seen

as an outsider

must sound appealing

to an insider.

And being called

different

as a form

of complement

You would, wouldn't you.

Have you ever felt muted

Like you cannot speak

but not because you can't

but because you can't

because others won't let you

because what you speak

is not what they want to hear

rather what they fear

to admit.

This is you, isn't it.

Have you ever felt broken

like a thousand pieces worth

but not because you fell

but because you fell

in love

with a broken heart

ten thousand pieces of which

you could not fix

This is I , isn't it.

Would you feel ignored

if seen as ignorant

but not because you are ignorant

but because of ignorance

being seen

as bliss-

full

of solitude

of this you have felt, haven't you.

The feeling when

you leave people

at home

but not because you are going out

but because you are leaving

for long.

have you ever felt distance

between your right

and wrong,

between your heart

and mind,

science

and

soul

This is us, isn't it.

You would think

that a call for attention

would become silent

after a sign

of affection,

one should think, shouldn't they.

and of this, what do you think ?

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You would think

that saying goodbye

would get easier

after its said a thousand times.

Well it's not.

One Thought, Two Thoughts, Red Thought, New Thoughts.

I want a new mind.

Prepackaged and sold on sale.

Mass produced.

I want new thoughts.

one dimensional and full of color.

Easily Amused.

Tell the muscles around my eyes to relax.

Those around my mouth to contract.

The tension around my heart to ease.

Please.

A new space for storage.

Recycle my memory with more courage.

For something else.

Because what my mind has flipped upright

through the tunnel that are my eyes

is not what I want to remember this by.

This journey so far.

Coated by layers of guilt.

Where can I place this damn blame.

Of others for their actions and non actions and words.

My mind's playing tricks again.

I tried to reboot.

But the only thoughts that were erased

were the ones I wanted to hold on to.

Restart

Retry

Re-this

Re-that.

I can't change what is in the past.

This I am sure of.

But I can change tomorrow, or at least how its perceived.

A brand new, mass produced mind is the key.

Trivia

LOCATION: Lebanon.

A conundrum of a country.

Where cars are made with expensive labels,

roads paved in cement,

noses remade with loans from banks $7 billion in debt.

Where homosexuality is illegal, probably because the legalization of it will burn 36% of the populations' closets to the ground, leaving no where to hide.

Where the capital, Beirut, is the epitome of a heterogeneous society. Not Melting nor confined to a Pot.

TIME: Wedged between the denial of yesterday and hope for tomorrow. No Present at All.

Not present at all.

We are caught in the inbetween. The space between flying and standing. The Almost place.

The time is almost noon.

The time has almost come for war.

The time was almost right for change.

time almost gave way to a new way of life.

The time has almost come for peace.

SIGHTSEEING: The Landmarks are no longer the ruins from every civilization that has come to existence.

Instead, we show you the best bars in town.

the best pubs in town.

the best places to smoke and drink.

To see and be seen.

The beaches, the women, and the statues of Jesus.

Twink? Bear? Jock? Queen?

come on down to _______ or El______ or even ________.

In the clubbing mood, find your way to ____ and dance the night away.

Wanna cruise the friendly resorts? take a dip into the cool waters at __ ___ ____.

Wanna mingle with the rich and famous ? get your D&G shades on and bounce your way into __ _____ resort.

warning: your actions and words come with warnings.

Conundrum

I fit in so well.

A conundrum I stand 5' 9'' and proud.

"Hey how was your trip? anything fun? any boys?... any women? did you hit the beaches? Ugh I am so jealous! Can I come next time? Have you heard from your ex or all your best friends? who am I kidding, how can you miss all the pictures and comments and blogs about moments and men in moments and men and their moments and men and moments and boys in men. Any Revelations? are you ready for new relations? any hook-ups? any one night stands? and potential biddies? How is your brother? and sister-in-law? how are your parents? and the house? did they fix the leak? how is your teta? did you come out to anyone new? how was the work you made? You always change when you come back from Lebanon. Why don't you want to come out with us anymore? why don't you want to drink ? or do drugs? or hook up? what kind of gay are you? snap snap snap snap. Girl. Gurl. GURL. GIRL. guhrl."

man.

Conundrum

I fit in so well.

A conundrum I stand 5' 9'' and proud.

In fake glasses and skinny jeans.

I fit into this society with ease.

A conundrum I stand 130 lbs.

I fit into your existence so well.

Humble and Cocky and everything else.

Modern Dance - Wet Woman (full Ver) - Sylvie Guillem

Final thoughts ?

We all have one thing in common; we want to fix you.
For you are more broken than any fine porcelain we have ever seen.
And in a world that has been prescribed perfection, we find an artistic value in you, a form of refuge, which we blindly mistake for love.
- Isabelle

illuminate my loneliness

I will rest in solitude.
And like the moon
I will find comfort knowing that I illuminate your nights to help find the one
you truly belong to.
The distance between us gives rise to the tides of passion of which I can only be a witness of.
I have been cursed by the sun
I have been blessed by the stars
All this in my solitude.
I am a shield and a sword in this battle of love.
You are the soldier who's heart fights for heart
soul for soul
eternity forever with a true love...
All this in my solitude
A result of which gives hope to you.
Hope of a new start, far from me.
Well my love your wish came true.
Here I am, and there are you.
I sit in a throne of stars,
you rest in another's arms.
All this in my solitude.

I can count the few times that time has stopped. Tonight was such a rare moment.