Wednesday, August 02, 2006


where are you oh my mother?


Blogger captain zanax said...

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

5:29 AM  
Blogger Fran Lopez said...

I need to fucking draw a lot.
And play some music.

You should keep on doing it too.

6:38 AM  
Blogger emotional_anaemia said...

You 're in my prayers.

10:18 AM  
Blogger Periodistas said...

4:37 PM  
Blogger Eve said...

Mazen, my first visit to your blog. your drawings succeed in capturing what most of us feel these days (or day after day iza baddak). Stay safe.

5:35 PM  
Blogger yasmina said...

franchement, la question c'est pourquoi et comment on se transforme doucement en nos meres? on a deja des souvenirs d'avant guerre....

6:10 PM  
Blogger yasmina said...

franchement, la question c'est plutot comment on a pu a cette vitesse se transformer en nos parents? des souvenirs d'avant guerre plein les poches et la meme tete inquiete...

6:13 PM  
Blogger penultimo said...

Stiamo arrivando, siamo i primi 6.000.000., che intendono aiutarVI A RISORGERE, quindi fratello/i tenete duro, il nemico israeliano & C.ny, manda già una puzza nauseabonda-si stà cagando sotto!-Potrà usare ogni tipo d'arma, ma non farà altro,che accelerare la propria fine.Ehi brother Mazen, did You ever thought to draw a sketch like:an Italy peninsula moving on the sea to help Lebanon? Please try it...I'l put in the web here in Italy and all over.God bless You and all Libanes and Palestinians.

7:56 PM  
Blogger Haris said...

Aii the Greek people are by your side...
Keep going on...

8:49 PM  
Blogger Corinna Hasofferett said...

Thanks for being.

9:52 PM  
Blogger Paul Illek said...

a brilliant drawing, exact and essential counterpoint to the news photos which have to be outside. your drawing is the inside as your country/people is torn up.more coffee.

9:57 PM  
Blogger djmetronome said...

I cant understand the words written in your drawings...but I still can grasp the overall best wishes of safety to you and yours...

9:59 PM  
Blogger Esmeralda said...

I light a candle for the peace of the world

Enciendo una vela por la paz del Mundo

From México

9:59 PM  
Blogger Eduardo F. said...

Israel cava sua própria sepultura ao insistir nesse massacre do povo libanês.

10:48 PM  
Blogger angelus-faleiro said...

I pray so that your nation and Israel find peace soon... greeting from Brazil...

11:45 PM  
Blogger noon said...

I just discovered your blog and i really love your drawings.I hope this war will end soon.
cheer up and keep on posting!!

12:14 AM  
Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

resist. endure. i pray for you and your family. i hope your mother's ok. i hate this. fucking. brutal. war.

3:51 AM  
Blogger jassem hindi said...

I can only cry with you mazen... it's been so long since this horrible thing has started... I am sad. thank you for drawing. It means a lot.

4:13 AM  
Blogger billfish said...

"RESISTANCE" Shouts a man from the right,
can't solve the problem overnight.
Stay strong, stay safe. Hope the beer doesn't run out.

4:24 AM  
Blogger enriko said...

please take care yourself and take care of your family amigo.
by the way, don't forget to drink a shot of tequila before going to bed ok.
Enrique from Mexico.

5:10 AM  
Blogger Zvik said...

Hold on an continue.
We think about you guys, and our hearts are with all the suffering people in this war.

6:08 AM  
Blogger Michelle Rogge Gannon said...

Hello. Your drawings are riveting--I cannot stop looking at them.

I wish you and your loved ones well. I, along with many others, feel terrified at what this fighting might mean for the entire world.

Writing to you from South Dakota (USA).

6:27 AM  
Blogger David-Baptiste Chirot said...

thank you so much for the beauty of your site and life and work--i made a link to it at my blog--also here is a mail art/visual poetry call i am doing
"For Palestine, For Lebanon"
Human Rights-Peace-Liberty
Size: Max A4
Deadline/Fecha Limite: Ongoing/Sins Limite
Documentation: all works displayed at
David-Baptiste Chirot 740 N 29 #108 Milwaukee, WI 53208 usa
Please Pass on/Diffuser SVP
Thanking you again dear friend for your inspiration en solidaridad, david-baptiste

9:07 AM  
Blogger katproko said...

I'm from Greece
I just discovered your blog
I hope your mother's ok
Hold on
Thenks for being

10:07 AM  
Blogger e said...

hi, mazen. i listened to you in madrid in my architecture studio with wade, julio and other friend of you. it was a very special night with comics and magic improvised show.
i think of you since the bombs started.
keep on.
day after day.
take care.
by your side.

11:48 AM  
Blogger ATHENA said...






11:49 AM  
Blogger alessandra said...

this blog is spreading like a good olive olin on a silky floor.
It gets directily to your brain...

5:24 PM  
Blogger angryanddevastated said...

hi mazen
a french in london writing now, j'ecris sur flickr d'habitude, mais j'ai l'impression d'etre la seule... le message passe mazen, moi je vise les millions pour ton blog, 10000 personnes en ont entendu parler dimanche dernier et les centaines de milliers qui vont venir crier leur tristesse et leur colere samedi a londres, l'entendront encore... continue a resister, courage.... je pense a toi et aux tiens, et espere pouvoir un jour te voir jouer, sans les bombes. Stay safe.

11:12 PM  

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