In a middle of a heart beat

I loved when I used to send my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
It made me feel as if I were living three lives at a time!
The fallen pacifist that I was,
The dreamer that I am,
The militant that I’ll never grow to be,

Whenever I sent my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
The abrasive sound of the rubber hitting the road,
Silenced your deafening climax screaming,
Sharpened my senses,
And suppressed yours!

Sometimes when I sent my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
I did it, as a hopeless attempt
To prevent you from taming it!
I gritted my teeth just as I burst
Into anaerobic molecules!

I have grown to hate sending my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
Ever since that Holy Grail
Stunk from the smell of death, the taste of flesh,
And the sound of your screaming
On top of my broken body

Now that I can no longer send my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
How do you expect me to dream?
I have grown old overnight,
My heart no longer beats for those I love,
My brain is dead, my dreams are in a coma!

Clarity

I know what’s on the menu for tonight
You will drown your dreams
At the bottom of a southern comfort
But the sweet taste of alcohol
Won’t damage your brain cells;
For these have mutated years ago
It won’t ruin your dreams either
This tickling feeling will perfectly suit
Your dark material, my muse
You will blossom into a thousand cacti
Aconites, black locusts and Christmas roses
Your shining will disintegrate feeble minds,
Eradicate normality the way we know it
And shall set free humanity’s greatest gift

Lucidity

So this is what it comes to in the end:
A camera, a book, a laptop, a cell phone, and a handful of memories!
Funny! Life - in all its pixalized orgasms, fake pictures,
bitter coffee pots, non-matching matches,
endless discussions with an erudite bunch of friends -
summarizes itself into oblivious concepts!
Nothing that can’t be fit in your medial temporal lobes,
a small black handbag, and a free automated digital publishing tool!
Yet somehow, during a brief insane moment
you think that it’s priceless!

Round trip to hell

Two weeks ago, I crashed while riding my road bike!

Ended up in the ICU! Left the hospital after 4 days!

My physical recovery was swift! I was back on the bike the second day I got out of the hospital!

However, ever since the accident I haven't been the same guy!

Some things have changed! My perspective of life and death, as well as my plans!

I have been dreaming about death much more often; yet fearing it much less!

Darwinism!

At my height of evolution, I praised myself for finding me a pair of decent friends, and by decent I mean the following: simple yet complex enough to understand human emotions; bookish yet not pretentious about their books binging; ironic yet not hilarious; skeptical yet not faithless (and given my eternal search for faith, you can understand how happy I am).

At my lowest, I loathed myself for being a sample size calculator, for drifting so far away from my dreams, for getting lost within society’s infinite little requirements… for failing to qualify as an exemplary citizen.

At my height of evolution I would have studied literature, poetry, philosophy, photography, or journalism.

At my lowest, I’ve lost my way somewhere between being a mathematician, a programmer, a statistician, or an epidemiologist… which I am not sure I qualify for any of them!

At my height of evolution, I decided to move along, change prospect, chase new delusions, and look for new dreams playgrounds!

At my lowest I decided to leave my friends, their simplicities, their complexities, their irony and their skepticism.

At my height of evolution I am simply not sure, if this if good enough!

Regression!

Time obsessed freaks! That’s what we are! Days are too short, years are even shorter!
Regress! Regress into timeless obsessed creatures that do not give a damn about deadlines, birth dates, anniversaries, years of experience, silver, gold or diamond jubilees!
Regress into creatures obsessed about change, colors, poetry, philosophy, adultery, sports, literature, music, arts, fine arts, freaky arts! Obsessed about obsession, jealousy, envy, fear, guilt, loneliness, confidence, love, hatred, rage, joy, sorrow or some million other human emotions!

Throw your calendars into the fire! Smash your fancy watches across the wall! Daydream during meetings, debate Darwin’s theory of evolution over the phone, write poems instead of progress reports, blog about the good steak you ate yesterday in some restaurant in Gemayzeh, download Jan Tiersen’s collection!

Say no to additional tasks! Take time to learn Chinese, transcendental meditation or Italian cuisine! Read about your country’s history, and read about the neighboring countries’ history as well! Plant a tree or a Marijuana plant!
Life is ephemeral! Dare to change your paradigm of existence! Live, read, cry, laugh, run, jump, love, hate, quit, challenge… or just dream!

AOL

I was asked to write a small intro about a fellow blogger... Here it is!