The Womb

antosha-chekonty — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 19:34:56 -0800

He held the baby in his hands
As small as a little bird
So warm and graceful, so soft
What it said, not a word
But a code, that of love

The Crying Beast (originally written in Arabic)

antosha-chekonty — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 15:25:18 -0800

The Crying Beast, that is me,
I cry tears of blood and death,
An ugly sack, that is me,
In which they throw their justifications,
and the sins unadmitted,

Romantic Love?

antosha-chekonty — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:46:49 -0800

Love, love, love, what a silly word!
The farthest star we could long for..
It is as you are from me, as far,
I will walk to you, if you ask, if you are bold.

Friendly Talk

antosha-chekonty — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:44:31 -0800

Let us sit together, my friends,
I have a great desire to tell you
Of Normality many a man pretends,
And the lie they think is true.

Bed of Roses

antosha-chekonty — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 11:32:13 -0800

Hello,
People say it is a lovely morning
Winter is here
But so is the Sun today
I picked white roses
To share my morning prayers.

The Secret Lover

antosha-chekonty — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 11:06:24 -0800

The Secret Lover

Music

antosha-chekonty — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 10:37:03 -0800

Come hither, seekers, questions remain unanswered..

Feed me music... this world numbs my soul..

Rhythm, Chaos has been feeding on me..

we live in a really hateful world

antosha-chekonty — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 18:06:18 -0700

We live in a really hateful world,

Priests and Sheikhs lashing out at each other and are torn apart from within,

And in the process, God is sworn at instead of sworn by,

the butterfly

antosha-chekonty — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:11:37 -0700

Is there any hope for a butterfly,

Away from excited, hormone-induced teenagers raising a bonfire?

Or from a hypocritical, grey praying mantis?

waltz with sunflowers

antosha-chekonty — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 13:30:36 -0700

the first time i sit in the passenger seat, and with no stress in the house, on a trip back to the city of Cairo.

the road to sharm el-sheikh

antosha-chekonty — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 11:20:10 -0700

it was as if we were driving into the raining clouds, seeing nothing, hearing nothing but the shooting, heavy drops of heavenly water.

The lying dew

antosha-chekonty — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:13:17 -0700

i cannot breathe properly, humidty is too high that i feel i am going to grow gills... in fact this is the least of my troubles...

man o'peace

antosha-chekonty — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:05:31 -0700

....and by the way, "friends", i am alive,

so catch up with me before i leave,

it could be soon,

it could be now,

yes, you'd be sorry i know..

cats and dogs (egypt)

antosha-chekonty — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 01:42:04 -0700

i don't know the specific reason why i feel so conscientious about how much cash i consume these days.. l'argent, people, is occuping every single tiny aspect of our lives...

what is to be said (originally written in arabic)

antosha-chekonty — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 15:40:07 -0700

what is to be said? people forsake, ignore, matter suffocates, in a serious attempt to take away my life..