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All information compiled here was, is and always will have been spawned in the "ego brain" of Fayrous F. Hamdan. The use of my works is not permitted without requesting permission from myself, Fayrous F. Hamdan to have the permission granted or refused per terms set and arranged by Fayrous F.  Hamdan.


Recycle Death, Like Me

Jealousy with malice mixed is our reality
swirling down the passing gas, I hope you burn within
I can't wait for the time and date when your skin
gives in
I can't wait for when you meet your fate, begin suffering.


{chorus}
You are at a loss
Jesus without his cross
I'll imagine tears for you

call it in the air
utter disrepair
it what it is

Never a dull moment
Problem without a quotient
resolved it

Will your eyes come to see
the passing years

who will you turn to when I revive your fears?
She'll be at a loss for words, 
cuz they're not her's

Twenty pents of silver cents
what she did to you.

{chorus}
You are at a loss
Jesus without his cross
I'll imagine tears for you

call it in the air
utter disrepair
it what it is

Never a dull moment
Problem without a quotient
I solved it

Not my problem anymore,
the answers there, revenge is sweeter
when left in the air
vengeance never sweeter than
when no one's there.

{chorus}
You are at a loss
Jesus without his cross
I'll imagine tears for you

call it in the air
utter disrepair
it what it is

Never a dull moment
Problem without a quotient
I solved it


8:50PM Friday, February 18, 2011 
By Fayrous F. Hamdan



Posted to Craigslist: January 5th 2011 (they time and date things back on my account too now!)

Copyright Infringement in progress!! YOU guessed it!! Craigslist scam artistry right from within their offices.

Kingdom of Kindness: My evil eye! < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:41:02

Walls vibrate like words 
transcribing to eve's dropping 
ears displeased to hear 

Too quick to judge, suspect 
to err on the foil, contract 
melodious are trumpets 

From Crone to crown, cheers 
spar from birth, British please 
a spot of dead leaves 

Carry on, good show, now? 
The time is up, for your tongue 
drag your feet, on time. 

welcome mat, not mine 
force to crack, aligned your spine 
a little to the right 

my evil eye! ~FFh  

Apparition in a Box < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:31:18

Forget me not, weep 
one more tear worth seas to me, 
suspend the moment. 

FFh

No Hope for the Weary, Hurry to Worry. < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:25:04

Shadows dance, wakefully 
drifting, you pathetic beasts! 
Alarm set: game over. 

FFh 

Precious < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:20:22

Recycling cycle 
Mother may I, destroy the I? 
Am is what is me. 

FFh


A Parallax < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:18:28

Time and Space, in me 
walks with my decided keep 
two winks to wince, sleep. 

FFh

Patterns < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:16:37

chainlink fence, "la migra" 
hail jesus! the charmed bracelet, worn 
multiply divided! 

FFh


Evolution < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:14:09

sliver to crawl, shake 
distress trickles, time to change 
upright stands, firm man 
FFh

Matter < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:11:04

Burst out, big, bad bang! 
refracting light, in a shell 
contained, life like mine. 

FFh

Pompei < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:08:48

A city of ashes 
sleeping as one in silence 
a grave symphony 

FFh 

Crust < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:06:43

Earth with Crouton Crust 
the pearly gates, retaining 
hell for us, with love 

FFh 

Magma < Terrorphoria > 01/05 11:05:08

tilt, shift the faults sit 
friction if, a rub begins 
Magma blow job, flow

FFh



Childhood Blues < Terrorphoria > 07/24 08:22:32 

Creep the hands of time 
unleashing flesh putrid, dead 
my human removed 

Crippled Severance

A gift of me depletes, energy speaks
in whispers repeat back to me
he lies, and tries inside I die
the how's and why's
my ears deny
forgive me
forgive me

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there

Long lost wish, unfulfilled, riddled with ills
our time stood still, while the harshest blows
the one's you throw, the one's I know
the one's that show, the fingerprints 
of blue black hints, the sadness tints
my eyes stained pink
forgiveness if 
forgiveness if..

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there

Hear me out, over our shouts
Did I say something threatening?
Stop and talk or hike it off
you laugh and scoff
I'm not the one
I'm not the one

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there
By Fayrous F. Hamdan

Greetings Earthlings

Packed earth like sausages
a chain is linked in every way
the clasp detached before the match
a click to snap the shot to catch
My time is rhyme, my stone is line
a fountain quenched the water dies
Give a kiss to sky, a breath retrieved
a welcomed invitation that death received
and god is pleased, once again
a child no more, yet still suffering
a child keeping score, the bell and the ring.
By Fayrous F. Hamdan


Seamless
You play a mean game
but you're the first to complain
that the tears yours or mine
both spill in vain
you're just so full of yourself
your ego, simply not worth the try
I thought you better, but you're not,
not worth the cry.
but it keeps repeating, droplets depleting
the excess,the hurt you caused
you left without a chance to stand, 
against all odds

I've hated you silently every day
except that I loved you in that special way
I can't seem to find a place to separate
the seams just aren't there
the space between, we can't repair.
what if I just run away, what if I just run away 
and you never see me again?

For once, your vanity would be correct
this song is about you, 
you treated me like dirt, I felt like a jerk
but you acted worse, in retrospect
you were never sure, and 
I was made every other girl

you left without a chance to stand, 
against all odds

I've hated you silently every day
except that I loved you in that special way
I can't seem to find a place to separate
the seams just aren't there
the space between, we can't repair.
what if I just run away, what if I just run away 
and you never see me again?

I've hated you silently every day
except that I loved you in that special way
I can't seem to find a place to separate
the seams just aren't there
the space between, we can't repair.
what if I just run away, what if I just run away 
and you never see me again?
Written by Fayrous F. Hamdan
and posted to Craigslist missed connections nyc
this evening as well.


Web idea:Animal space concept- MySpace for pets and pet owners as this can serve as dating, mating, breeding, non-profit org etc. type business. - by Fayrous F. Hamdan

Interior design made simple for city living: done to order, by taking sheet rock, painting one of many variety of seasonally optional designs to be hung on a wall like a painting for people who rent and don't own their own apartments, or who like to change things seasonally to keep things fresh in cramped apartment spaces. -web idea...by Fayrous F. Hamdan

Internet Group Therapy, using Skype and video chat to utilize family therapy, couples therapy, etc. in an AA type environment online and charge half to a quarter the rate of a psychiatrist to make money online via PayPal and keep people who can't afford therapy able to pay for it.--web idea. - by Fayrous F. Hamdan (my picture is below):

These ideas aren't for sale and as you can see they are mine and I will be implementing them, the only thing I need is investors and long-term business associates that will contractually never be given any authority in my businesses to buy me out, in any way shape  or form, up front. (no member of society linked to you by way of six degrees, family friends, colleagues, former colleagues, assistants of any sorts, can apply to do the same in this particular situation) I will remain the owner and final word on all things I've spawned to life by my own mind. This is my vision and you will be sued as if it were a religious miracle from the old testament of the Bible if you hurt me by stealing my work.

Ideas shared with, Ming, Guillermo J. Tanesha, (and her friend who already tried to steal my idea-cute, enough for me to bite him on the spot) and Emad Adi

Thanks for obliging.

~Fayrous Hamdan

Outside, In

Love like aged wine, reprimanded
the grand design, in the apple of your eye
my "catcher in the rye" soaking in a blooming sun
age of innocence undone bursting colors to the dawn

Love is, like pouring water, when you're away
to welcome skies, of bluer shades.
when you return, the warmth replays;
and time, just stands, it's arms and hands,
our numbers mimic. we don't understand.
as hours pass with bliss relaxed
a world enveloped in light to night romanced.

Dedicated to J.T.  (written by Fayrous F. Hamdan - December 11, 2009 and edited March 20, 2010)



Image drawn on windows paint at national news internet cafe, JFK blvd. @ Newark Ave,  Jersey City, NJ



October 23, 2009 11:37pm
Somber News

Received a letter
deceased, you left her
in trees, wind's breath purrs
recedes and weathers
the keys' in her purse

the cab ride, alone
worried lines, drawn in stone
she cried, you hurt more
inside, you're both torn
the lies left it, worn.
chores?
love does not know

thoughts obsess, flying
the words regress the mind
a world accepts, as trying
the lies left, keep us lying

But I walked away
even if he begs to stay
walking is the better way
I find love in nature's base
ever-alluring facade
words written but not trod
I did find it a bit odd
"I am," is a place to start.
I intend to mend my broken heart.
By FFH

NegativeSpace-drawn on Windows Paint today-4:30pm-By Fayrous Hamdan


October 24, 2009 4:43pm

Dormant

Dormant state is space
expanding in the eyes
reflected light, displaced

the colors dimmed, punctures, rings
with energy's fire projected is
perceptive bliss, a universe remiss

a past, a future and present, this
then that reacts, as light refracts
rewind, unwind the time goes back

I peer through, yet blind
the tunnel closed my mind
confined to man, the science tube

I elude you some, but most to me
My eyes did see, "what will be, will be"
enchanted place, unfolding space

the right time is, the one without a face
the perfect kiss, is one without a taste

By Fayrous Hamdan


NegativeSpaceInvaded-drwn on Windows Paint today-4:30pm-By Fayrous Hamdan


October 25,2005 12:38pm
In A Hall's Shadow

Thrown silhouette, still
calm like deep breaths
and a lover's pet

the darkness reminds
that light recides
illumination eclipsed blind

The table set
the day we met
My lone regret

Life sinking love
bringing, enough
singing, missing something

Forgive to forget,
forget to give

drained hope
extracting breath

Living like a widow
in the light of a hall's shadow

by Fayrous Hamdan


October 29, 2009 8:11pm
Love, War and Worship

I believe that love is the ultimate form of worship, but in a society where actions are weighed by the measure of the motion they cause it's a wonder why people think that war is the way chosen to show for positive changes to be made. Since love and worship are equal, one can imagine what goes through a terrorist's mind when the two are made weapon's of innovative change as that is in essence what terrorist's believe will happen if they blow themselves up the right way and in the right place.

I often find myself just daydreaming, about what capacity I have for loving someone and how far I would move to commit to action and investing time. I know that the measure of my own capacity can as space be measure in light years and I know that in my short time existing in this vessel's form I find that I can separate Love, Worship and War even though the lines intersect. You'll find that if you were to view the overall from the zoomed in position that the lines only appear to have intersected, but actually do not.

In war, one finds that totalitarian mentality, painted over with fancy words, usually as symbols that evoke supportive responses from the masses involved. ie, a country. This totalitarian method is usually veiled beneath  humanitarian efforts  and a future of turmoil to avoid, being fed to the masses in hypotheticals that make it as if the enemy were in fact at the gates, here and now but in actuality, an effort to acquire  resources . The love in this is only for resources as they beget money and that not only pays for the cost for the war, but for the prolonged expenses of any militarism towards any future wars. This is where I grow weary in realizing that no matter how many times we grab our guns, and our bombs and our proud flag and run for the front lines, we'll only ever be doing it to further our descent down the evolutionary double helix and only digress in our pursuit for a better future, we'll see the crimes and attroseties of the past with bigger, badder technological advancements making the impact on ourselves so much greater and irreversible. The cost of war is ourselves, just as it is for love and worship and this is the imaginary line one can draw as nothing is set in stone yet and we still have hope to reverse it all, before we kill ourselves, but people will be people and someone is always looking to look better in front of someone else and our own self-defeating bureacracy is only a system created to destroy and inconvenience all of us. Simply laughable.

In love one finds that the defeat is already underway as love makes you feel like you're at square one and that you can only be compared to a devastated third world country, nobody's ever heard of out in the middle of nowhere, where even the people there don't get along very well and smell funny. This in essence is why love makes you feel so much smaller that you need someone else to remind you that your human is appreciated in the granduer of it all. Love is refreshing, appreciative, stubborn, abrasive, sotto voce and definitely something that would merit a war of sorts as this can pretty much explain it all as those who hold money as their ony love over their people, would go to war to acquire more of it. The people rarely ever see what resources and money we bring back after wars, yet there are so many people that get all at arms about us winning or losing wars. This is still the biggest joke our government plays on us and it's like every joke where someone goes into a bar; it never gets old for them, because we never grow up to see the veil pulled over our eyes. At least in Iran it's something that's visibly worn. Someone once said in a conversation happening outside in my college courtyard that love is simple and they didn't want anything to do with it, it applies to everything I've seen and felt since and I realized that this girl was onto something as people have painted images, notions and have allowed others to do the same with their own perception of what love is so much so that they themselves in pursuit of it are actually in reverse.

Worship is the submission of one's self as a whole to dedicate their life to serving the one in whom they worship, devote themselves to, ie marriage begotten of love. The respect that draws the line between worship and love is very miniscule as one can say that you can't love someone you don't know and since none of us know God, it is only imaginary and can't be real. God isn't tangible, but creation is and it is here,unraveling without having been totally explained. I'm not proud to admit that I simply do not worship anything other than the ground I walk on and it is simply because Earth is mother and God spawned Adam & Eve and to have done so, he would have taken on a mother's role in creation, so I find that I care not for any misconceptions on interpretative or underlying as the pattern in imagery is that of actually living each day and analyzing it against the days before and worrying about the days to come based on what you've seen, and experienced.
The bible has many of these links that I call drawing reality in mythological form to create an observed pattern without ousting any one person in their righteousness, falsehoods, good behavior and malice. The bible is the Christians' handbook, but the old testament is also interpreted in the Quran, and the Torah, which covers Islam and Judaism. These three religions still haven't figured their way around themselves as they look to the words writ as a means of justification for actions committed in a manner that would be good "under God." The problem is that every religion focuses too much on their own self-importance to exert dominance over another masses' religion etc. The need to exert dominance can be dated to a time leading into the Paleolithic Era, where food was scarce for man to find and beasts were still untamed as man's resources (weapons) were only as good as his speed and braun, so what I gather is that evolution has yet to conquer man's inability to accept dominance exerted over himself without hard feelings. This is mainly applied to religion and not slavery as enslaving someone is applying communism/faschism per individual, curbing individuality in an environment where there are outlets for enriching individuality, but I digress. The "manner of man"(poem written in st. peter's college by myself, F.F.H.) that has slowed in progress in comparison to man's advancements are the same reason we will see the end before we know the beginning. We multiply, we divide and walk in different directions, follow separate paths and are acknowledged in ways we like and dislike. It is our own self-importance that breeds the need to be accepted, to be loved, to be acknowledged, to be remembered, to have been there.  God is the reason, we end ourselves without knowing where we came from as if we came from that which we cannot explain then we will never know the events, in totality that lead to our returning to God, which in essence is nothing as the opposite of existence is non-existence.  This is the essence that proves that the Big Bang and the Chaos Theory are one and the same, as a Bang, like a bomb creates chaos in panic of actions that bureaucratically trickle down as rain onto a six degrees os separation scale that ends up creating more havoc than the host of the "bang." ~Fayrous F. Hamdan ---to be continued.




October 30, 2009 1:59pm ~randomness
internet + universe
interverse
perverse interverse
story of my life.

Mic Stand  November 6, 2009

I want to vomit on the current state of hip hop
there's so much drama, baby mama's trying to get up on top
I can't take this crap I'm going to explode
the perverts rampant on the radio, and headphones
I wouldn't drop a dime to 50 cents on that ass
I wouldn't keep my mouth shut or I might just pass gas
the current state of things show me there's no talent, no more
the writers producing images like stage designers on set, just take four

Then you sample, sample the fragile to angle
yourself in a powerful means of expression
not to mention the rappers now surrender to
beat as in percussion.
the cancer, the cancer projected my anger
and I can't take this bullshit
too many whiny babies trying to look harder
but dense as lead, and that's it

No one's listening to the words you wrote
flush them down the toilet
the worst is better when you're silent and we can forget
now keep it coming, no one's buying since it's free now
it's worth the stealing, since you're dealing drugs, on audio
So wear your gucci, prada, watch your back stir drama
keep the battles, shake your rattles, convert your sheep to cattle
intelligence spewed, reviewed returned and ooh, it's missing
I meant to tell you back  in '92 you ruined it.

Gangsta, Gangsta original raper, the rapper hard as candy
I'm sure the prison sentence turned that ass up as sweet
now tell me something, good for nothing, and I'll buy it
my sarcasm, knows no bound or chasm, to restrict my bullshit
and I would tell you that I smell you, just irrelevant
since you make up for it by self-assured, fashionista, thug shit

who's hard? does it matter when you preach the words to sell yourself
the prostitution, instituted your self-righteous recording contract
now make that money bitches, make me richer, whitey's pulling your strings
Your puppet master, strung you up by the whip they used to lashed you with
and I must dreaming, you just take it and I'm supposed to think you might be something
By Fayrous F. Hamdan


Sum Dum Punk (chinese food joke)

Sometimes book learned really isn't all that smart

look at the music, listen to it, it's not art

so you think you just discovered tits and ass

when the Real you is just another hood Rat

Look at you, look at me who's chains bigger, all the same

the tattoos of nothing better, giant letters  just your  name

if you could suck it, bet you'd suck it off yourself

if you could fuck it, bet you'd suck it off yourself

Who do you think you are?

Some dumb punk, thinks he's a star
By Fayrous F. Hamdan November 6, 2009


Crackle the Carnivorous Chicken Chronicles

Summary: Toothy C. Rooster, is one of a kind; or so he thinks until he meets his nemesis and

only one of his kind out there Carny Crackle, the sharp, fast, witty, ninja chicken gal with a thirst for blood

Toothy finds himself and at odds with her thirst for blood and sadist behavior towards him unprovoked

She learns of Toothy's feelings towards her and finds herself at odds after she's veered too far in setting into motion

Toothy's impending doom. Now, will she play the heroine and save the only chicken man of her kind to continue the carnivorous chicken deviation

from the Crackle chicken farm on Oak street (made up) in Massachussetts circa 2007 that claimed the lives of 200 of their stock, before the

strain  in the induced hormones turned the chickens on each other, and only one chicken was left, to what met the eye, but the other hid away,

Carny and she got away, was kept by a karate instructor, vegan gal who she watched unnoticed and learned her solid moves from. (needs

ironing out but I'll work on it as a comic book). By Fayrous F. Hamdan

Oh Snap!

Media Whores, labels in the stores,

usurp a name. mine or yours?

the global run down, at high noon

show down, terrorists, they go boom!

enlighten us, they'll shoot you

then you're blood line  removed

Media whores, labels in the stores

usurp a name. mine or yours?

life is imagery and pattern, the photo captured

not shattered, the color radiant as sun-scattered

and I forget how it ever mattered, until the image, got sadder

the hues, fading, subdued, to live substantial includes

responsibility in dues, money talks now so you to have no clue

and that's what we'll be deaf, dumb and singing the blues

Media whores, labels in the stores

usurp a name. mine or yours?

So much more to see, to know, to show, to grow

to learn, to be, to live free, we're digressing reality

implying duality, magnify the bigger picture and meet

your maker, creation-taker, the modern danger, Jesus savior

coma-catatonic, everyday hypnotic, consumerism stops it

the elitist money bullshit, empty the banks and save face

don't let the money take your place then they win and you're erased.

Media whores, labels in the stores

usurp a name. mine or yours? By Fayrous F. Hamdan November 6, 2009

For my Mouse Tango, named after the love of my life, and a real nightmare of a man. ( I separated his best in this mouse)

Squeek

pip squeek, 3-month old demon seed

cute as can be, they sold me, damn!

fluffy, abyssinian mini guinea pig, puppski

The nightmare paralleling a dream.

a man to a mouse, the mouse more civilized

man replaced without any concern for his side

the right to speak is denied, as a sweet squeek

is my only consolation in this life.
By Fayrous F. Hamdan 28 years old November 6, 2009

The Wraith's Sour Grapes

Mourning man's decency, now masked, low class

power fumbled and passed, money riding your ass

keep you close to the ground, where vibration makes sound

you can't hear it over your shouts, you're never gonna get out

the words are writ, get over it, the choice is made, the human plague

the hunted prey, end underway, the farce sparked and marked, death's work of art

hell spilled lava red, molten ash smeared on your head, the temple sin virgin damned

raping the mirror again,  and again, and again. History repeats,

the day retreats, the night lonely sleeps, my peace I keep

Hollowed the core, keeping the score, sex sells, the goal, money, control

divorce divide, adults override, children denied, a happy life, the sickest wit

underlying it, nihilist, anti-nihilist system structured to break under it,

nothing's free to be legit, no credit here,it's edited, the papers shuffled, lost and found

freedom restricted to your means, the people blinded you and me, the laws defined it, who are we?

Emancipated on the grid, international politics, civilization laser tag, they know you, your mom and dad

neuro-computer chips, Israel developed, Saudi's improving it, Japan sees all, in God we trust

the mason's will, the blood in lust, the greed in us, then kingdom come

the words are writ, get over it, the choice is made, the human plague

the hunted prey, end underway, the farce sparked and marked, death's work of art

hell spilled lava red, molten ash smeared on your head, the temple sin virgin damned

raping the mirror again,  and again, and again. History repeats,

the day retreats, the night lonely sleeps, my peace I keep~By Fayrous F. Hamdan November 6, 2009


Religious Right (November 8, 2009)

Blinking stars like eyes deny the night
the light muted to remain immutable,
love in hindsight
with fingertips, I trace their script, imagery writ
the lines divide shallow from shallower, in such great depth

My mind retains, the picture stands, holy sky
infinity at a glance, the half empty glass
too full with world to spill our ills
the bottom cracked, the liquid passed
the sands outlast, the sun's attack

Now time is mine, religious mime
faked the box, to think I'm in, settling
waved off and shrugged, my essence tugs
religious right, the words I write,in my angry eye
the past denied, owners refused to pay with truth

Ending at last, shadows to pass, all submits to black
The missing piece, crested to weep, the world of me
By Fayrous F. Hamdan


Kill Rock Hip Hop

Elvis made the hip rock
hip hop killed the beat box
music made my needs stop
music is my lost love

In love the dream, screaming eternity
life and light measured by sound
distance traveled underground
vibrating, the essence that I found
every breath that i draw now, I count
my blessings surely, counting down
the flood in tears shed from past clouds
my eyes burn, polished sunlight bounced
death my grim friend is the  way out

Someone show this guy the exit
I think I'm gonna be sick
Someone take his mic away
delete his words just edit his $hit

Cuz, Elvis made the hip rock
hip hop killed the beat box
music needs no me now
music exists without sound

deaf to the real, I read your words
perversely immersed and then reversed
the DJ played a neat trick, the artist thought him slapstick
a farce to a beat that's just it, you bought what they said
you dip shit, you sing what I write like I'm it
tag's just a game, ---to be continued 11-26-09 by Fayrous F. Hamdan


Out-call Patience

I wrote a million words by now,
they all lean towards defining
what it's like to be a me I thought I was
because I am different and change

Momentarily, as time stands still; I am

God, is in me in the moment and I feel
the essence of the unexplained brush
my existence in winds, rain showers and a snowflakes caress
I loved you as this, simply.

Singularly, I am the point where no lines exist or intersect

The beginning and the end, open-ended
questions never answered, become perplexing
my mouth exhales sounds verbalizing your karmic
future and your identity in your next moments

Does my heartbeat make a sound when you're not listening to
my chest expand around my lungs?

I loved you as this, simply

By Fayrous F. Hamdan


Wednesday, February 3rd 2010
Greatness Beyond

Dear So and so, So what
You thought beyond yourself, beyond everyone
and everything else to submit them to having to
own up to something you imposed on them to have to
not only find out, but to have to figure a way out of
and figure a way out of you, to continue beyond you
to make yourself completely and utterly worthy of being?

HIlarious.

Explain the nature of your growth against the pattern
and linear equation then of time and measure the distance
you would have to travel in foot steps that would express to you
how old you should be now, then, and will be.

Completely fucking crazy. Don't you think? By Fayrous F. Hamdan

Beast

You wear my face, and I your's
what ever will be, should be because
you said, beyond saying, beng knowing and beyond
achieving only to pull the plug when we're  close and make all of it go away
the knowledge of it go away, and everything around it go away, to make yourself go away
only to find yourself back to asking beyond asking to go around it and impose it differently
to ask again if you, yourself were wrong when you already knew you were? I got it that time, right?

Simply retarded.

Beast, at no point in time beyond time will you be boy, girl or anything other beyond a moment
a promise worth breaking and you yourself can abort. By Fayrous F. Hamdan.

More than words

The things I'd say with more than words
actions speak, in memories reversed
the rehearsal of rememberance at a glance
What wouldn't I do if I had the chance?

I missed the way, I wished to hold your hands
to push your hair so far, for it to never fall back
or hide your face away, like a veiled bride
days I wished it was just you and I

Needing to say, what didn't form outright
wanting nothing more than to know, not to lie
Time, my friend passed only to betray in the end
The days they went too fast to know it then

What I know now, could have been yesterday
What I need now is for better days to replay


Lonely Vanished With Patience

Sticky with tar, my feet barely lift
to tread far enough away,
Lonely vanished yesterday
my human hunger awaits with patience

I walk the streets, too cruel with their grim disdain
hues too subdued to renew, even when newly paved
the hustle and bustle, citizens shuffled
I go to draw my day card from the deck
low card, another wasted moment, another breath

I heal, like a dog against the winds embrace
I surrender, without retreat but a willing betrayal
to fall against it with arms released,
weightlessness to become of me, just breathe

Sounds desperately inching their way in my ears
to move me faster along my way, the car horns ablaze
Stepping along with wasteful foot, my distaste dragging
my love for you just as good, all the words remain lagging

Dear mailbox, an ancient messenger, blue with forgetfulness
Labelled as myth, a letter to remind is dropped, wishful me
wanting to keep you in the midst of life like a snow flurry
wishfully, keeping you as close as my skin to me.

Tomorrow, I sink as deep to drown, my feet recorded in cement
Lonely vanished with patience,  love remained, words were sent

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So, it was decidedly written by some holy being derived of the inconceivable to embody that which we could conceive through linguistics, to embody a sentiment that transcends beyond measure to become consumed by a dead Jewish man who died for me so that I may consume him and I’m supposed to derive something beyond a toilet? Makes ineffable sense. FFH

 

Belief: The embodiment of self transcendent beyond self to even embody another to again transcend itself constantly folding and unfolding itself to origami to ultimately realize itself so then belief can justify itself into existing beyond a word; makes perfect sense if you put it that way.  FFH

 

Greatness: Defined under an inconceivable father figure who once was evil to jews and chose them to then in turn not be evil to me to have chosen me beyond himself, even to make me a cannibul against my diet so that I may consume an essence of him to insult him in my bowel movements? Heh? FFH

 

Jews: The embodiment of a society imposing the hate of everyone else and that exists within itself to depart from itself entirely after angrily chosen itself to ultimately chose itself again, beyond anything other than itself to embody that which was their in the first

place to ever expand beyond itself to ultimately consume everyone else on account of itself having established itself, never to be parted from itself because it was never to depart itself and it shouldn’t be angry with itself? Que? FFH

 

Islam: Oppressingly empowering society of man under rock who once transcended beyond rock to get to paper without ever having scissors imparted on itself so that it may travel beyond itself to put down everything other than itself then impart that inbred thinking on mothers of itself to impart no more than that on itself and become anything more than child’s play? Wow, you took the words out of my mouth. FFH

 

Christianity: The notion that cannibalism can be justified under something greater than itself to have to kill itself under oppressingly blinding itself by feeding cookies and grape derivitives to itself to make itself feel better? I defined kindergarten too. FFH

 

Buddhism: A belief system imparted solely on having advanced beyond a woman’s consent to transcend anything beyond owning itself as a child and becoming something more than a mere derivitive of itself in displacement of geneology? I got that completely ineffably right. FFH

 

Hinduism: Owning that man’s face is both human and animal and imparting a system that oppresses within itself on who gets to be man and who gets to be treated like animal while still looking like man while worshipping Ganesha who suffered under the same ill continuously and never seeing it as trespass if they take their shoes off at the door? Wowzers. FFH

 

 

People: Made of atoms, dust, shadows, dirt, other people, spirits, aliens, hocus pocus, light, God and whatever else exists that I have left out, to denote my own existence; who will embody that which any of these positively fearful bogey men will embody something greater than just this (as imparted above) someday so that I can feel like something derived of all of this and transcend beyond defining it? We.

 


 image "heiroglyphics" by Fayrous F. Hamdan = Xkor March 5, 2010, drawn up on windows paint


March 9, 2010 by Fayrous F. Hamdan while waiting for lunch at the VIP diner 2pm


Photo taken of me, Fayrous F. Hamdan, March 9, 2010

That's all for today...I guess....

March 12, 2010, more additions written by Fayrous F. Hamdan today:

Buddah

Slice your wrists, misfit
corroded with the stink
of instinct, rapist

animal like satan, reverse reawaken
the benefit of human skin
drenched with the crimes of origin
no man may become of you

sin uncleansed simbian
to eat, retreat, regret to weep
there's no more to be said here
there's no more to be said here

You are the peace of islam
you are the charge of the dead and damned
you are the face of the rising sun
to burn with disgrace, a misfired gun

I won, I won
there's no more to be said
I won, I won
there's no more to be said
to null, to none

the fire to amend that which was done
a child to save none to be born
a woman to enslave, your champions
only to fake, peace's mistake never made
only to fake peace's mistake never made

let your mother worms, remove your face
to let die b'fore the next time you wake
let your mother worms, remove your face
to let die b'fore the next time you wake

kill the buddah, kill the buddah,
snake charmer, protected by one
abandoned rejected, how does it feel
kill the buddah, kill the buddah
he's already dead, he died a monster
from within his head, the madness seeps
for every seed we've bred, kill the buddah

I won, I won
there's no more to be said
I won, I won
there's no more to be said
to null, to none

Kill the Gorgeous Plague


My face is made, the make up trade
million dollar painted embraced, look on my face
the camera angles absorbed human state

Kick the kettle too black to meddle
what does he know about the gorgeous
PLAGUE: my right  to be ugly, a sin made of me

Kick the kettle too black to meddle
injected subtle, but the grace of face
PLAGUE: my right to be ugly, a sin made of me

You know your looks, they're by the books
to scared to know your own, within the clothes
the name is theirs, a body cloned, taned and toned
the human form, torn from it's own,

kick the kettle too black to meddle
my eyes are settled, on the gorgeous
PLAGUE: my right to be ugly, a sin made of me

VOGUE, sin to settle, disgrace to level
media waste disposed, exposed a face my own

My face is made, the make up trade
million dollar painted embraced, look on my face
the camera angles absorbed the human state

kick the kettle too black to meddle
my eyes are settled, on the gorgeous
PLAGUE...


Carved in Smiles

Crook, mistaken the light retraced it
white released it, restricted braces
a form replaced, by accepted bliss
Sharp and scattered, it never mattered
the better fatter, when teeth are shattered

SMILE, at me so pretty
rip it off your face, kill distaste
Smile like you love me
rip it off you face, the mocking rape
the happy state, you never gave a shit
about me

it's not you, you see, what of me
that uniforms to conform to fit
around your body

it's not you, you see what of me
that invites uniform to conformity

If your eyes bend to fold, origami
the lines the pores, the color's stored
light removed the image reviewed
restricted to, perceptively indisposed

SMILE, at me so pretty
rip it off your face, kill the taste
Smile like you love me
rip it off you face, a mocking rape
the happy state, you never gave a shit
about me

it's not you, you see, what of me
that uniforms to conform to fit
around your body

it's not you, you see what of me
that invites uniform to conformity

stoic smile, the crook in the frame
the woman unnamed, devinci disdained
stoic smile, the stain on the chain
the woman unnamed, devinci disdained

it's not you, you see what of me
that invites uniform to conformity

Edit


Give me a chance
the right to advance
beyond the mask
my light to pass

Give me a chance
the right to advance
beyond the mask
my light to pass

killing the music, the chosen jewish
inside I knew it, erased removed

killing the movie, the image screwed it
if you see me as I see me, then why can't you
find love here?

why can't you love me like I do?

give me a chance
the right to advance
beyond the mask
my light to pass

kill the silver-screen delivered lies
kill the songs, you sing along the
stars are wrong, to tell you they know

How to love you more

why can't they love you,
like you love them?

the author wrote it, screenwriter stole it, director sold it
producer framed it, then music claimed it, your ears
entertain it

the right to be
why can't I love me like you do?
why can't I love you like I love me?
why can't you love on-screen like I dream
why can't you love on-screen like I dream

Raped Image


delivered from ink to page, the words just lay
to waste
the brush and stroke, the light enthralls
in nature all, the world revolves
installed the curse, the cure is art

Human form reborn, forever yours
the skin removed, beauty is true
exposed in hues, the likeness of heaven
found in the hands of the man in you

capture the faith, the human active state
the camera lied to your face, no lines to trace
captive, remain, a thought derailed before the train
batteries included to rape the image, beyond your face

human form, reborn forever yours
the skin removed, beauty in true
exposed in hues, down avenues
the likeness of heaven, found
found in the hands of the man in you

Like love in grace, the reality replaced
frozen in place, never goes away
the human form reborn as yours

Like love in grace, reality replaced
frozen in place, never goes away
the human form reborn is yours

Bees in a Jar

I watched the breath escape
the wings beat the life out of me
out of YOU
I watched the breath escape the day I caught you
landed at the bottom, transparent bottle
my first brush with life's fragility

In a Jar we're sealed, the bees surreal
revenge, on the hands that caught them
the sting, beating wings against the glass
to breath at last,

In a Jar I'm sealed, forgive me for what I did
revenged the hands that caught them
a child to learn that life slips from our hands
a child to learn that life slips from our hands

I watched your breath release, movement cease
then, the reality of what became of me
murderer, to avoid the sting,
twist open the jar, let it settle
find that you played me for a fool

I watched your breath release, movement cease
then, the reality of what became of me
murderer, to avoid the sting,
twist open the jar, let it settle
to find you played me for a fool

a message to you, atop a mountain
til' admittance you're never free
bees in a Jar, breathless without air
bees in a jar, murderer to avoid the sting
the fool is you.

Compact


falling into the cracks, compact,
the sands slip as time to pass
deadening flowers, the desert of hours
the middle, is no more the coward
The choice is made, now, life to waste
sword, song and stain, the blame

no more whistling while you work
hephestus hammer, beating the band
no more whistling while you work
hephestus hammer, beating the band

I can't understand why you said the things you said
song to music, song to music, you made me do it

children listening to rape anthems, the blacks are chanting
the white collecting ends of the profit, the jews launder their chosen
from it

another photo of me (above) Fayrous F. Hamdan March 9, 2010.

Picture above of Fayrous F. Hamdan (myself) from about 4 years ago while on a train going somewhere.000

"Kill Society"

Fuck the tragedy, kill society

they  know not sobriety

fuck  depravity, kill the savage

below the average

fuck the tragedy, kill society

they know not sobriety

kill the winner, dissect the sinner

pull the trigger

fuck depravity,, kill the savage

below the average

Live life, stark the jack knife blunt

go for broke stunt, the fake extravagance

computer key text, emotions spell checked

the smiley yellow said,  written off as dead

Fuck the tragedy, kill society

they  know not sobriety

fuck  depravity, kill the savage

he's below the average

fuck the tragedy, kill society

they know not sobriety

kill the winner, dissect the sinner

pull the trigger

fuck depravity, kill the savage

he's below the average

snap the picture, his white complexion

his demon in, red eyes developed

check the box, native of what, they know not

your face, they know not your heart

sell your soul, down the river cold.

you're in america, story heard when a dream

is told

Fuck the tragedy, kill society

they  know not sobriety

fuck  depravity, kill the savage

below the average

fuck the tragedy, kill society

they know not sobriety

kill the winner, dissect the sinner

pull the trigger

fuck depravity, kill the savage

below the average. FFH (By Fayrous F. Hamdan)  March 9, 2010

Commitment

Killer consequence, the decision made

to sign a name, adhere to the chain

Killer consequence, the decision made

what's yours is mine, what's mine the same

gift wrapped designer label inhumane, walk down the isle

just "walk the line,"

Keeping with the times, society to blame,

Nobody could stand to stand alone 

a fighting chance just lost at glance, 

the ripple effect, connect to dissect

commit to self-reflect

Killer consequence, the decision made

to sign a name,  adhere to the chain

Killer consequence, the decision made

what's yours is mine, what's mine the same

Killer consequence, committed relevance

what's yours is mine, what's mine the same

Giving in is not giving up, to trust

just dust off lust, give it up, not ready for the fall

not ready for it all, the one you choose will out do you

the human race, lines erased, the battle ground

in time and space, wish it away, wish it away

Killer consequence, the decision made

to sign a name,  adhere to the chain

Killer consequence, the decision made

what's yours is mine, what's mine the same

Killer consequence, the decision made

to sign a name,  adhere to the chain

Killer consequence, the decision made

what's yours is mine, what's mine the same

Written By Fayrous F. Hamdan to be composed by (not yet applicable to all songs listed on this site)
May 22, 2010 2:50pm

Ridicule

Crown the fool, to kill the king
intercepted reception, a courtly thing
a laugh is just a laugh, a coo to a sting
(to be completed at a later time)
Written By Fayrous F. Hamdan May 22, 2010 3:00pm

 

Fig

Blossoming in Pinks, Swelling in Green
Pastey is the Dew that drips, tear the fig
seeds like stars dispersed, held captive
within an enveloping kiss, developing sweetly
crushed between tongue and lips
the motion of growth ripened the taste
life less remote, when savored this way
and so I sift swiftly through memories adrift
of times so forgotten in full occurance missed
the times when life less worthy of memory sits still

Written By Fayrous F. Hamdan, June 3, 2010 4:00pm



Snuggledom

Once upon a time in a land farther away than far away, lived a very allergic princess. She was allergic to everything, so her mother and father the king and queen sent out to all the lands near and even farther away to find the cure; which the kingdom alchemist deemed to be nuzzle root. Nuzzle root was a root that grew near the outer reaches of the Fire Mountain Forest. The fire mountain forest was guarded heavily by the evil queen Matilana, who stroked your intrigue, so long as you stroked her's from within the timed labyrinth you must cross to gain entry and to be worthy of trespassing in her domain. the nuzzle root was used to remove the sadness from her soldiers, for they would kill and kill day after day and their life would shift to blackness if the nuzzle root should fall into unlikely claim.

Princess Azrilet and her parents King Zalforn and Queen Fyra, called for all the knights from far and wide to send on the quest for the nuzzle root, because the Princess was plagued with rash that she dare not appear before her royal court and would not be able to marry until she rid herself of her allergies.

After many months of waiting three unlikely knights stumbled upon the kindgom, even further away from far away. It was a mishap between a wagon race and someone needing to shake his willy at a tree, but really who has time to get into all that. The knights were in fact knights from the Gately Temple Protectorate to where they served friars who travelled to spread the word of God along with yummies. They were there for the yummies, as it were.  Yummies, were precious chocolate covered faeries dust particles that were as good as booze, but between you and I, yummies bare the same consistency, smell and even molecular make up of Faerie poo, but they didn't and still don't need to know all that.

Foster was the eldest of the knights, having adopted his name from being a foster child, fostered to nobody. Grenly was directly in between in age between Foster and John. He was also the most handsome, but he knew it; which kind of ruined things for most women who were interested. Last but certainly not least there was the youngest, REALLY big John, who was barely a person but more or less a giant. He knew nothing of his strength, which sort of brings us back to the willy shake at a tree collapsing on unsuspecting travelers on the road, breaking their wagon wheels and forcing them back to even further away than far away.

Once in the village the knights were given directions to the palace, but how many men do you know that take directions gracefully?

One Day and 4 hours, 24 minutes and 15, 16, 17, oh forget it...later they find their way to the gate. They find that the gate is in fact automated with Malificent's sister Irrelevent taking the reservations and checking appointments.

What do you want?

We want to gain Entry.

That's nice, well I want to be pretty like my sister Malificent or Attended to like my other sister Relevant, so we all want things.

We hear the King and Queen need knights.

We all got needs, kids.

John cuts in, having the deepest voice and being the most impatient, going along with his massive unfriendly grim shadow, hunching over practically lip to his knees.

LADY OPEN THE GATE BEFORE YOU DROP IN TO VISIT YOUR SISTER SOONER THAN APPOINTED!!!

Well,...

The gate draws open while she regains her sense enough to begin her feminine complaints of being unfairly treated, yada yada...

John proceeds forward beckoning to his brothers to follow then bellows a Thanks snidely back at the automated speaker window.

Once in they are greeted by a hustle and bustle of courtiers, bellhops, bunnies (apparently that wonderland character stayed truer to the discovery channel version of his character than disney), then you have the decks, upon decks of cards; which made Foster think on his A-game for the next time they needed to gain funds for booze or yummies, (again gross), I mean there were cartoons, and people, Jack Nicholson was even there, nope just like that not even as the Joker. All the cartoon and real ladies swooned on the Hottest Bat of them all Mr. Christian Bale and I'm even tempted to stop narrating this tale to go over there to swoon myself, but this story really needs to be told and besides I bought his schedule for the day from a guy who knows a guy, who knew Alfred or the guy who once played Alfred.  And so they swooned and I nearly tripped on one of the knights looking back but such is life, I'm stuck with the doofuses who don't know I exist next to a clue that will take them approximately as long to gain as directions here.

With Mr. Bale in the far  off distance, I tell this rest of this tale holding back the tears of wasting my breath on you people. And he parted his hair in that unnecessarily mysterious sort of psychotic and irrelevant sort of way. Not as irrelevant as the automated mechanizm lady, though.
I digress...

We walked passed all the dinnerware and furniture as they proceeded past us too with the ferviant tenacity as furniture movers nearing the call of hunger. I think that wardrobe likes me but I feel violated by that whole passing ordeal. I notice John looking over the labyrinthian spectacle that is the garden of mystery and really the only mystery about it is that royalty has no taste in landscaping. I mean edward scissorhands be damned, I think a blind edward could do better.  Anyway, as he admires the mess, I notice Foster and Grenly looking up at a tower where in all the scrimmaging you can barely make out the argument the royals are having over, the princess situation. While all enthralled in looking up and over as John was, we were stopped by an even larger man than John, (the possibilities are endless) who kept us walking like characters in Scooby Doo, before they realize the phantom is right there in front of them.

With an AHEM! The knights leaped and well it was awkward, so I figured I'd let that irrelevant lady take over as I see her going for lunch and dip passed that pesky wardrobe back to where all the ladies are swooning for Batty. I gain a seat as one lady shrills Tell us something Batty...
And well...I want to know...this is like school... Actually, it's almost just like school...And the Newsie tells us all the Newsie we wants...

And it's good.

Ok...So we're in the castle sitting in the waiting room with the gift givers, to the thrown. Apparently th`e HIV foundation sent gifts to the king and we're just a little squeezed in here like a size 22  wearing a size 4 or ordering the gallon on a cone. Anyway, we're waiting....GO back to Bale he's more entertaining...

Nope...ZZZzzzzzzZZZZZ ***Hmmmm****ZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZ

Oh sorry, he was on the phone with someone not important...

To be continued...

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