No noise from Syria lately. Israel’s been quiet, as far as I know, other than settlement expansion and behind the scenes scheming. I guess the latter could be said of any country really. Israel is most certainly scheming though, figuring out what move it should make next in order for ‘Greater Israel’ to remain within sight. This is something I’ve known but, upon reading Asad: the Struggle for the Middle East, by Patrick Seale, has been reaffirmed. As for Egypt, it is still a mess. I don’t think that the current government will last without resorting to the same type of repressiveness of previous regimes. I say this because the ‘Muslim Brotherhood’ is likely to attempt – as it already is doing – to spread islamism and other elements of their ideology throughout the country and eventually to reshape the country’s entire socio-political structure.

This would dramatically alter Egypt as we know it and would also inspire similar fanatical movements across the Middle East, from North Africa all the up the Levant. Signs of this phenomenon are already starting to show. 

 


Business hurts.

Allah


freedom is doing what you believe is your path.

Why are some things taboo?


Sex, drugs, vulgarity, honesty, bluntness…why are all of these things taboo? Is there such a thing as too much freedom, or is that fear talking?

I think it is a mixture of fear, insecurity, jealousy, shame and pride.

Some people want to succeed.

Others want to be flawless and make others inferior.

It is a war between equality and insecurity, freedom and tyranny,

triumph and jealousy.

Pain


if you haven’t felt heart break, if you haven’t felt true pain and suffering, you are not a true human.

a stream of consequence


All I want is to work,

Until at some point I may find,

The opportunity to succeed,

In doing what I do best.

Creativity, that art which flows,

so naturally to me composed,

of all the emotions I have yet,

None of which I do regret.

Only then may I find,

A peace that is everlasting,

For this is what my God would give,

To me a gift of words and magic.

That I would put my trust in Him,

By letting go of all so dearly,

held to me like pride and anger,

Replaced with love sincerely.

Now my task is to convince,

My closest family of my joy,

Music, art, and all the above,

And nothing else.

Letting go of all I thought,

I needed dearly, like karma,

and all the stories that weren’t clearly,

Except music, and the red head piano room.

There I lay sometimes in joy,

Others in sadness when my ploy,

Falls to bits because my friends,

forget the way the story bends.

And twists and turns like fortune,

Oh this poem never ends,

And all this time my purpose is,

To express my inner sentiments.

Trust in God.