The End

Have you ever really thought, what the word “end” means, Relax and close your eyes, let me guide you through the scenes,
The End is not a word, O No, it’s rather a far, far place,
And to reach it you have to go, through a long and feverish race.

Your eyes and ears won’t work here, you’ll have to use your heart,
For the heart holds all the senses, insight here is an essential art,
For one thing love and hate, are sitting side by side,
Nearly hugging in fabulous unity, like a young couple taking a ride.

Life and death are also here, playing chess on a table upright,
The pieces are all in one color, that’s neither black nor white,
They play with each others pieces as they stare at a nearby lake.
For chess was once their addiction, and it’s a hard habit to break.

Madness and sanity can be spotted, sitting closely hand in hand,
Madness is just relaxing while sanity is playing with sand,
The sand has no color, as if it’s made of air,
But again the hand of sanity, pantomimes digging a lair.

Good and evil appear like a typical identical twin,
Only good has a clear old scar, like a deep double chin,
The scar is healing fast, and soon it will be gone,
Yet “soon” here means “never“, and “never” means “now” for fun.

The strangest thing I’ve noticed, an‘ I got it in a heart beat,
I have the same skin color, like everyone and everything I meet.
It’s neither black nor white, pretty close to everything else,
For the end has just one color, and the color is nothingness.

The Beginning 

A. L. Gomaa© 2006

A walk of Life

Can you affix your feet deep into the ground,
until the earth beneath you screams?
then cast a shadow much much longer
than your longest darkest dreams.

Can you breathe until the blowing wind cries:
"Please! Inhale nomore"?
then exhale with astounding grace an’ might,
as though you've acquired divine Lore.

Can you feel authentically proud of who you are,
yet still be modest at heart?
and remind yourself every mortal minute
that conceit tears the soul apart.

Can you look your enemy right in the eye,
until his will wearily breaks down,
perseverance being your dearest virtue,
like a king endears his crown?

Can you forgive those who hurt you most,
then forget what they’ve done too?
and learn to resort to sweet forgiveness,
no matter what they did or still do.

Can you embrace and help the tired and weak,
through the magical powers of your soul?
can you always be there for those who need you,
no one for you, yet you for all?

Can you love and give gracefully and utterly,
expecting nothing at all in return?
can you enjoy the company of sorrow an’ sadness,
and treasure the lessons you learn?

Can you maneuver around the twisted turns of life;
no matter how sharp becomes a turn?
thankful you are for every caught breath,
and grateful for every hurting burn.

Can you try to become a better person,
by fixing what life struggles bend?
you’ll live a life worthy of living,
you’ll be a decent human my friend.


A. L. Gomaa© 12 September 2006

Along Came a Sensation

With every humane emotion, I’ve duly endured,
Along came a sensation, I hardly ever cured,

I struggled to capture happiness,
in a moment of conscious madness,
I failed and all I found,
Was hurt and pain and sadness,

my heart happily Seized and Lured.

With love I dreamt and rhymed and prayed it’s meant to stay,
Along came deprivation, scattering my hopes astray,

O Love, master of emotions,
Why do you always part,
Leaving only sorrow behind you,
Mercilessly Breaking my heart,

forcing my soul to lose its way .

With hope I fueled my senses, kept a serene and confident smile,
Along strolled despair with a face so bleak and vile,

I tried to fight it’s demons,
I swore I’d never give in,
But despair is a mighty conqueror,
That’s meant to fight and win,

that’s meant to stay for a while.

With life I Hoped and loved, laughed and hopelessly cried,
Along lurked death, that smiled each time I sighed,

“you can find love, and conquer deprivation,
You can find hope, and stamp out desperation,
You can be as lucky as some,
Who found faith and consolation ,

but how can you escape me, even if you tried”?

A. L. Gomaa© 27th of august 2006