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Hush Mind, Rest a while, While Truth I try to touch. Lead me not into Ego’s lanes, Lanes that into delusion end. Born of Nature, Thou nature to interfere, Handpicked maidens Thine, Thought and memory, Build layer of ignorance upon
Thou art CLEOPATRA, the soul of Egypt, The river Nile maraudes to kiss thy’s feet, The shimmering heat of he Sahara glistens you, The great pyramids bow before you!! Thou art CLEOPATRA, Daughter of Isis, Goddess on Earth; The sands
Tiny droplets from the tap; perfect timing of the sap. Trees’ free gifts of God’s great bounty; wooden buckets in every county. Then to kitchen and to table, a syrup known for years, since cradle. And golden color everywhere, lights
Carlton the caterpillar loved to explore the branches of the trees, way up high, his days full of joy but like many a boy he dreamed of the clouds in the sky. But unlike his friends, his dreams knew no
Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field. Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes. Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind. Beautiful! Time passes. Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around. Bright
A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your
Entombed beneath the cold cold ground Lie remains of one who grisly drowned Flesh and bone and stench of bile Is this really his eternal domicile? Legend has it they come back To rule the night for they lack The
A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.
Stone A gust alive; a redwood dead Sleep softwood your peaceful breath A gust dies Stone in stillness; still, revealed From emptiness a gust begins, like water, carving the stone around A grain of sand, unknown, found Reach for the
You’ll leave. And I’ll try to ease the sudden stark emptiness with Hobbies, art, intellectual exercises, movies, new clothes, Flings, makeovers, muffins, brownies, ice cream, chocolate. And I’ll fail. Miserably. Just like Last time.
When something exists, the opposite does too Black and white, hot and cold, old and new Love and hate, heaven and hell, left and right North and South, peace and war, day and night To give, to fix, to begin,
The show is on. Sedition will play with death now. Deceitful black knives, white gloves. No hope, battle lines are drawn. The wasps are whirring at a furious speed stings ready to inject venom. Bronzed body, huge turbaned skull. Eyes
Been a Christian, been Jew. A Mormon and a Muslim too. After walking each path, finding none quite right, my eyes opened wide to true simple light. To love and hear compassions sweet song, it was spiritualism whispering all along.
A mad resurgence of fake locks paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden walls, where the roses squirm under the false kisses of a red moon; they came again to police the blinds. The mother digs up the charred body
And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of
A flight of inspiration, An art of imagination… It is a Kite of hopes That light up the lamps of lives ! Like a chariot of ‘Venus’ Drawn from horizon to horizon; Like ‘Jove’ the Swan Flies from earth to
A missile in the home, what they have done? You are on flames. A red smoke rises from bottomless hole. Memory slumps. A glow in pain washed cells, calls the mirror. Instead, grave diggers arrive. This was the manufactured truth
Along the roads of highway one Shines the bright summer sun With the sky as blue as the seas And the land full of rich green trees Birds flying through the air Fruits and vegetables grow everywhere In all directions
I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of
Vengeance pumps through the hand That grips my blade. Anger powers The pistol in my other hand. My face is masked by death and darkness. I have seen a ruler have her breath stolen from her, But did not wield
Dreams. They could have been of concrete. Of bricks, with the mortar of motivation holding them together. They were once. But now, they are a deck of cards. A house of cards as a child would make in his spare
Winter winter please go Need some warm sunshine Cold nose to cold feet.. A sneeze here a sneeze there God bless you they all would say Mufflers caps jackets will do the trick From the icy chilly winter prick.. My
An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood
You have to roll a six, With four dices on the board. The odds are not in your favor, Playing a big game of chance. Critics are saying it’s impossible, But you still play in the tournament. Self-discipline increases the
The day will come, When there will be no more Racism. I hope this day comes soon, because I’m sick of being discriminated. It’s like because of my skin color I’m automatically hated. The color of my skin doesn’t
In those days, you asked me, innocently, ‘why do you love me?’. I answered with vague things. I spoke about our great, winding conversations, about your eagle’s wings, your sparrow’s heart, about your knife-like fingers, your face that floats as
Everyday I stand Bold on my Roots Giving you all the reasons to Live Feeding your Wards with all of my Fruits Even after all the Tortures you Give You need me today to build your Nest Everyday it’s not
“The voice that sings your name is sweeter than the midnight sleep, or the sweetest melody; The mind that drives me to you is dearer than the intellect that is deep; The sweetest melody will turn less sweet, Deep introspection
Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!
Every day in his life was hell, Repercussions he could hardly spell. He endured drudgery to pay his bills, No time for Netflix and chills. Man, he never had the privilege of peers, His world was always shrouded by petulant
Moving from one green pasture to another a lost ignorant soul not absorbed by anything around when he feels hungry he steals when he feels scared he ravages when he is happy, he sings and dances to the tune tune