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I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
While aversely obliging decadent demands of the reigning, endorsed affluent, an internal voice howls interposingly loud and insists I really shouldn’t: “pitiful, weary worker, Coerced, uncaringly ordered, and damned by upper class rules, will you ever tire of being a
Words are little paper hearts, Sometimes shot from a cupid’s bow, That evoke many emotions, Echoing in the mind, Twisting all chords, Leaving one puzzled, At the feelings mere words can yield. They can make love, Bind you together in
When you stimulate to be in love. Does thine heart at a chancy verge of ignorance? Secluded in your heart whose name is it? Don’t rely upon the misbelief, That love is blind. It is an outrageous , exotic though
City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature
By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the
Dedicated to my niece Hiba Awar The Milky Way Shouted hurray!!! The games of life I see you play Let music dance Within your glance Dive beyond my face With a kind embrace Capture the air Move everywhere Near, far
Looking at how vibrantly the tree’s leaves dance. Swaying side to side. Side by side. I watch the cars driving sorta fast up and down the street. The breeze have picked up some. Quite cool this afternoon is this Sunday’s
When moon was found on water sky came down with unclenched fist, too proud to accept the defeat. Footprints of a giant will not leave the broken landscape, of the virgin garden where roses died in a row in storm.
The wrenching and tugging in my chest The anger rips at my core Surrounded by annoyance and noise Agitation drips from every pore The slightest thing I bend I snap My demon side revealed As the anger courses through my
Modern and civilized Get organized March in a path Of numbers and math A new look A diet book Junk food Drinks for the mood A new product A commercial conduct Your supervision Through the television For your well being
Death sits in wait in the empty valley of your sleeper cell. The confession of a guilt liberates the funeral of a martyr. Give me your breasts for a modular test. Don’t let the milk go waste. Your pearly teeth
Teachers at my school, thought of me as dumb and a young silly fool. My immature mind, thought my teachers were in their right mind. This was not so, they let me down but they didn’t even know. This young
There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby
The moments seem endless, Entwined in the seamless mind, Days go by in seconds, Hapless and breathless. The beats of the heart, Not the ticking of the clock, Wait endlessly, For a hello or goodbye. Lost in the sands of
Known, nothing will be written about me In any poem, story or essay Known, will not receive any co-operation from Governments Any honest or dishonest award… Nobody will burn incense on the day of my death Except my wife! Nobody
You close your ears I’ll close my eyes Maybe we’ll make it through This life filled with lies No one’s to blame No need for shame Everyone knows this Is all just a game With your habits With my disposition
Once revered, Wealth and power, Lifestyles of glamour, Before time devoured, The pretty palisades, A vision of success, Once you moved up, You felt truly blessed. A dare and a whisper, The great moral leap, Every accomplishment cheaper, The world
Another phase another life Time to lift up my wares Move to the next fair Like a true vagabond Gained nothing, lost some Chanced upon sacred earth Though someone else’s Committed sacrilege Though never believed Expected the world Fell on
Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of
Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard
hopscotch, retrieve a pebble from the lake, sitting under a tall tree i will wait for leaves to fall on water; i will see through my seeds a relief of roses, overnight in the soccer field tiny mushrooms popped up,
In the present I look out the night window coffee steaming through the smoke A reflection of myself looking into my eyes A child, never a child, a lingering old soul with no true idea of what a soul is,
Bones knit, and stretched, and grew, and tendons tightened to the point of breaking, but, for all the pain, I never seemed to grow, much. My father whet his hands with olive oil, from an old bottle, corked with cotton
Word by word I was drinking your fathomless pain, not asking to shine any prehistoric sin. You are still flying straight as the crow flies into timeless grief. Why we have to suffer in the hands of tiny barbs? Who
Maddening thought to process such a word Mad definition defining more than anger Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger Mad mangled minor class offense verse major Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer Mad made digestive mental notes selective Madder
In my trials and tribulations Be they however great I’ll forever own the splendor In the sanctity of faith You, my precious God Are my hope, guide and way Throughout this realm of ruin Where I patiently remain You amplify
Modernity aspires but is built on shaky ground. Our knowledge so finite, much built on superstition and ignorance. The infinite beyond ours to know. Slowly, so slowly our knowledge grows, building on itself expanding faster as time goes on. How
Snow capped mountains Peak from ice cold waters Birds the colour of frozen rain Dance above, looking for sustenance Careless waves splash against the hull of this floating vessel The sun kissing through the clouds As we drift on past