Machmal denke ich günstig für nicht sein,
Denn ich kann nicht zu viel sehr gut machen.
Ich bin zu klein, zu kurz, and nicht klug
Nicht friedlich genug, oder zu verrückt und komisch.
Meine Geschwister meinten das ich bin sehr ägerlich.
Aber meine Freunde hat etwas anderes sagen.
Sie denken ich bin nett and freundlich,
Lustig and vielleicht schon,
Und ein absolut Schlauberger.
Ich glaube sie fast nie,
Aber ich beginne zu sie glauben.

Sometimes I think I'm good for nothing
Because I cannot do too much well.
I am too small, too short, and not smart
Not peaceful enough or too crazy and weird.
My siblings think that I'm very annoying
But my friends have said something else.
They think I'm nice and friendly
Funny and maybe pretty
And an absolute smarty pants
I almost never believe them
But I am beginning to believe them.

What keeps me ticking is what keeps me kicking,
sheer cussedness.

Awkward I might be,
but I've lasted and I
see the ones that did not.

my card has been marked and if not then I'm sure that it will be, punched by the men who break up the machinery,
all is set
nett equals zero.

Back to beginnings
where the end's not
so sure, coming back
to a cure,
that's inevitable.

On the flip side of a spiral
it looks just the same
rehearsing reversals
a player in the game.

"My name is Ozymandias"
he sings a dirge
I'm on the verge
of a mental prolapse.

'Is it safe', he asks
as he completes
the fourth of his
Herculean tasks
I reply
no
and it never will be
as long as insanity
runs parallel with
humanity,
he
ignores me
and carries on.

Message

Here's a message, hope it gets to you,
From  a  frail soul; worn out and blue.

Can’t sleep as it is as hard to breath,
Eyes were as though to flood the earth.

Not the body nor the mind belongs to me,
You called, and thereupon they desert me.

The heart’s forgotten the taste of peace,
Nor can the spirit tell how the sky smells.

Dreary was the idea of you and I,
Pitiful I live on such oversized lie.

Were it I could at all make one plea,
I would request you just set me free.

These nett feelings have cut me deep.
I’ll fold each, neatly, and keep ‘em safe.


©2019 – Muhammad Al-Ghazali