Biography of Ahmed Aedan
I like to be simple, and straightforward, yet I enjoy irony and enigmatic writing. Mystery defines my writing, however I also want to be understandable through my writing.
Ahmed Aedan Poems
Heart Of A Free Man
You may take my heart away, You may rip my limps apart, And sever all that lives, But it's not this day.
Chivalry Of The Heart
I am dying with passion, under guarded compassion, with no regards to any fashion, I am slumber with every note,
The Dark Hour Of Glass
Of the dark elf-like street, hear the sounds of mystery, Brewing in the sand of time, the endless glass hour,
Calling From Down There
Cries of the underworld, dooms of the shadows, and gone away bay meadows. Take my leave, have not been diseased,
I'm not strong… I'm not weak… I didn't have hatred, I didn't have rage…
Beneath My World
You whose cheeks ought to be seen, Whose mind to be revered, Who meets a king and with drivel he's keen. Under the moon light and stirring the shadows,
Too Late Or Too Soon?
Under the decorated bosom, there I lied, Under the flowery shirt of dismay, there I cried,
Under the watchful eyes of the death-bearing window, I quivered in silence, holding my hands as though there is no tomorrow. I shook my head in understanding,
Under the watchful eyes of the death-bearing window,
I quivered in silence,
holding my hands as though there is no tomorrow.
I shook my head in understanding,
in truth, none was apparent,
But I knew not what to think, less to act.
I was afraid from the raid;
it eats everything, dead or alive,
Save me, I want a nonviolent future.