11.06.12 - Three Palm trees

Should not your piety be your confidence and your blameless ways your hope? Consider now: Who, being innocent, has ever perished? Where were the upright ever destroyed? As I have observed, those who plow evil and those who sow trouble reap it. x

16.11.11 The E

It was brutal and he was footie.

30.01.12 - And Now

And now my life seeps away. Depression haunts my days. At night my bones are filled with pain, which gnaws at me relentlessly. With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt. He grips me by the collar of my coat. He has thrown me into the mud. I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.
 
I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer. I stand before you, but you don’t even look. You have become cruel toward me. You use your power to persecute me. You throw me into the whirlwind and destroy me in the storm. And I know you are sending me to my death - the destination of all who live. 

Surely no one would turn against the needy when they cry for 
help in their trouble. Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was I not deeply grieved for the needy? So I looked for good, but evil came instead. I waited for the light, but darkness fell. My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me.
 
I walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help. Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls. My skin has turned dark, and my bones burn with fever. My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep. (Job)

09.02.12 - The Envelop
 
There is no such thing as hitting rock bottom. The fall is endless and my pained mind is lasting for the silence, where there is no more noise. The fatigue is penetrating all the cells and my spinal is flooded with another poison dose. 

I had surrendered to all, part of that flash of light on the bridge that will finish it off. It is just two hours old, boiling in my pocket, waiting to deliver another blow. Few circles of hell and it will be on again. 

Still coking and conquering my mind with twenty eight days of another spin or an interview with the xxx squad?
 
01.03.12 - Dear Sydney

I leak up your bumpers, out of your soil and asphalt, washed with fresh showers, your jungle smell, a forest that is blooming, that juicy land, covered by nature, for their I fell, roots of heaven, hell of footy, my flash and bones, to be delivered to the midgets, to be digested by your stomach, for you are my soul, and I am your slave, and you are the boss, and still, just a little beat of more and more.

See your ashes, from their I come, recycling the tart, kissing with my lips, inhaling through my heart, your heights at Winyard, George to Glebe, from Woolloomooloo to Martin, the Crown through Oxford, from William to Redfern, and then your opera voice, to sail on the quay, sound of harbor, I know you inside, because their I live, and you are me, and I am yours.
 
Sleep inside you, streets of shelter, nothing is personally, no need for hate, the greatest system, respect the English, which they deserve, good intentions, with many words, which always being dragged, smart and hard, much to go, yet almost there, trees of pop, doing good, time and children gone, true to speak, and you are mine and I am you, and so it fly, within your flow.

06.03.12 - Ticking bomb

It arrived seven days ago, I put it in my back beg, knowing by its width, that this is a another deadly bomb. I didn't detonate it, trying to gain some more moments before it will explode. It is ticking nonstop, to remind me that the hell is far away from being gone.

15.03.12   

Footy time - combat - war - efficiency - 
Invalid application.
 
16.03.12 

Friday - 1pm - Eman, folodgery, deeds, amen - red beg - $90 - Allah o acbar
 
17.03.12 

Sat - A miricale is morden the sum of God fingers sparks.
 
18.03.12 

Sun - A miricale is the tipping point of God fingers sparks.

26.03.12

Please take me, I had enough.
 
24.06.12
 
Or - the glinner at the allay light, light light.
 
 
11.06.12 - Sorry
 
Roninana, Yalda Sheli, Neshama Sheli, ninanana. 

And then I realized that nothing matter any more. No sorry can bring back what was lost. I'm sorry! 

Loveee, Abba

Debtors:
 
1. Gili - 250.000.00

2. Ed - 120.000.00

3. David - 15.000.00

4. Abu Ali - 12.000.00

5. Mauhanned - 8.000.00

6. Australia - 10.000.00

7. ...      

Total ~ 400.000.00
 
Dunyā Ajiba
 
Content Producer on the Cloud.
 
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2. Habreet
 
3. Three Palm trees

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