Saturday, August 27, 2005

I wish I was a Cricket

It is one hour after midnight. I feel like posting but I don't know what to say.
Except that I'm almost asleep. I've always wondered what it would be like to write in a state of fluctuating consciousness, hovering in and around a picture not clear. Where am I... really. The screen is bright when all around is quiet. But the cricket. The cricket doesn't sleep. Or is it just snoring? How would I know. I should have asked the cricket that came to visit three hours ago before I asked him to leave. Maybe he was looking for a place to spend the night. He was a neighbor cricket. I think I'd seen him before. It was hard to push a friend out the door, at night. But my place is no hostel for a cricket. A cricket who doesn't sleep. Or is he just snoring. If he is snoring then his wife must certainly use earplugs. Otherwise she would never be able to sleep. Or maybe she too doesn't sleep. Or is she just snoring.

I wish I was a cricket
Singing the night away
Serenading the morning
Waiting to see the day

I wish I was a cricket
I would have let him stay
We'd both now be awake
Singing away or snoring

I wish I was a cricket
Always a sun in sight
Always the day adoring
Reaping the dawning light

I wish I was a cricket
Singing away or snoring
Always wish you Good morning
Always wish me Good night


Blogger maureen said...

Your posts calms me down. Thank you!

9:55 AM  
Blogger Delirious said...

Oh...if you're not a cricket, what are you then? An ant? ;)

4:04 PM  
Blogger Eve said...

I'll steal those:


5:39 PM  
Blogger Fouad said...

maureen, don't thank me.. thank the cricket :)

del, I have the soul of a cricket and they make me work like an ant..

eve, stolen and given right back. Wish all thieves were like you...

10:16 PM  
Blogger Ramzi said...

If you were a cricket
Hidden in a thicket
Or under a log
You may find relief
But your life would be brief
Eaten by a cat or a frog

8:06 AM  
Blogger Fouad said...


If I spend my life singing
Filling your life with dreams
The brevity of living
Ain't as bad as it seems

8:35 AM  
Blogger Ramzi said...

If the cricket snores and doesn't sing
Would that tranquil dreams bring?
And if what you say is true
I have no reason to doubt you
But do tell why on the previous eve
You asked that kind cricket to leave

10:30 AM  
Blogger Delirious said...

Haha! Ramzi and Thermo-Crime, kharjkon ta3mlo zajal!

You guys rock! :D

11:32 AM  
Blogger Fouad said...

Thou seems to be compelled
To take apart my treasure
Is it believes you've held
Is it spite, or just pleasure..

Call his voice what you will
A snore, a cry, a prayer
The cricket's song will still
Make nights and mornings gayer

As for his visit, I
Sure wanted him to stay
But knew he went astray
So out I let him fly
Much closer to the sky
So he can lullaby
The moon and greet the day

12:52 PM  
Blogger La La said...

I was studying with friends last night outside a coffee shop, and was attacked by about 4 crickets no joke.

Anyway, you know how I feel about your writing :)
you beautiful writer you hehehe

6:49 AM  
Blogger Fouad said...

Oh janjoon, you sweet and vulnerable little thing..

Here's my take on the matter..

I really wish law koon
A cricket in LA
So I'd attack janjoon
Reading in a cafe


7:27 PM  
Blogger La La said...

I really laughed out loud!


2:27 AM  
Blogger Lebanese Meze said...

Thermo, I think it's about time you and janjoon get a private room. hehe :P

10:06 PM  

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