This is the status of tears
an excuse
to missed chances, under-expressed.
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Palm Sunday
He enters Jerusalem
like a soft breeze, on a donkey
we weep the walls that keep falling for him
like a soft breeze, on a donkey
we weep the walls that keep falling for him
Monday, April 2, 2018
Stagnation, water
Water that does not travel
becomes stagnant, reeks of smell
don't be like this, states an old friend
who stopped being present in the crucial minutes
becomes stagnant, reeks of smell
don't be like this, states an old friend
who stopped being present in the crucial minutes
Weariness in the step
This land makes me, this land kills the things I love
dreams dreamed out of the clouds
weaved with the sun, everlasting rain
this land makes me, Za'tar
breaks me bread, whole-wheat engulfed
kills the chance of standing on my two feet
without crutches propelling me upwards
this land kills those who love it,
with its thrones, with its rye
with what makes of it, a boundless emptiness
without borders or barb-wires.
dreams dreamed out of the clouds
weaved with the sun, everlasting rain
this land makes me, Za'tar
breaks me bread, whole-wheat engulfed
kills the chance of standing on my two feet
without crutches propelling me upwards
this land kills those who love it,
with its thrones, with its rye
with what makes of it, a boundless emptiness
without borders or barb-wires.
Art & a heart
Like a swallow, it arrives
all the art that has been compiled
out of a scratched out heart
all the art that has been compiled
out of a scratched out heart
Too valuable, these tributes
They have fallen, young jasmine
it is not yet spring- we say
gone too young, those who die for us to live.
it is not yet spring- we say
gone too young, those who die for us to live.
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