Protected: The Notes Between the Notes
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One thing, one thing is better than nothing, Invisible and transparent, flesh appears Touch, sight, life, and feeling Breathe in, breathe out, deep and long Life comes from death, And from our death comes our song Slow days fly swift with our dreaming Antithesis pushes away our fears One thing, one thing is better than … More One Thing
I am grey, I am black, I am silver, I am pink, orange, purple; I am colorless. I am darkness. I let light seep through me, I block it, and I reflect it. I march across the skies in silent testimony, watching earth below; I stop to pound upon the earth, with crashes and bangs … More The Clouds You Yearn to Be
the spider. and its web. working hard spinning invisible traps to catch a wandering prey passing on your way. small and mostly harmless we stand in awe keeping distance from where you wait we co-habit the same space in parallel but opposing universes hesitantly trusting you because you will not go away and each day you build your kingdom … More the spider. and its web.
Good night sweet Cairo, wretched as you are… Sprawling city, claws sunk deep. Good night Cairo, holding the secrets of a life, A lifetime ending now. Good night oh revolution…once the lifeline of my day, Now to be fought and felt from far. Good night, good night to Cairo, to Egypt A roaring blast of … More Good night sweet Cairo
Poem written January 30, 2008. Was reminded of this today, so I’m reposting it. ———————————– It’s odd to think it true at all But in fact it’s only simple The boy I know not, even his name Simply loved me In only one look and a glance I saw it in his face Only when … More The boy with eyes in love
بكيت اليوم مرة اخرة لان لمرة اخرة المصري مات بكيت اليوم مرة اخرة لان لمرة اخرة فقدنا روح الحزن، الحزن على الشهيد، الحزن لامه، الحزن لابه بكيت اليوم بكيت اليوم مرة اخرة ابكي يامصر، ابكي…المصري قتل مصري ابكي يامصر، ابكي…دمه غسل ايدينا وذكرياتنا الكره، الكره للعنف، الكره للموت، الكره ابكي يامصر المصري قتل اخه … More بكيت اليوم
At the start of 2012 my sister sent this to me. My poem for 2011 and 2012 by Robert Louis Stevenson. God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; That I ask nor hope nor hire, Nut in the husk, Nor dawn beyond the … More If This Were Faith
I hope this poem moves you to reject the inhumanity we see around us, and to strive for reconciliation with God and mankind. The person in this narrative is a fictional character, one who is responsible for the death of Zainab Al-Hosni, a young Syrian girl. ————————————————————————————————————————————- I spent many years in my childhood clinging … More The Monster of My Dreams