You 

have love 

love going back 
ten years 
first friends 
bond grew stronger
partnership
now 
journey in love

It’s rare to find 
our truest friend
two bound together 
fates 
confirm 
this friendship

friendship 
in your hearts 
share 
doubt 
life 
imagine

I promise 
to share 
to love 
to laugh 
to build 
to grow 
to support
to have faith
Until the end of our time,

please
be
my life 
dreams
of happiness 
I will always choose you 

your love
your past 
present 
and future

I choose you

I choose you

You

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Perverting law and order, these words have been forbidden
The animosity we harbor taken as guilt-ridden admission
Enforcing decrees, stolen keys & burnt degrees
Stifling pleas, we can't resist or appease
Held beaten shackled and gory
Judges wrath and fury
Silenced jury
Who's left to witness the
Executions

One day all our people will be free
We've prayed, bring the opposers to their knees
Untamed, knotted roots of olive trees
It's time for you to know that which you've sown has come to reap

Muffled mics withholding strikes, moguls gag the cameraman
Our history's wiped, they've won the right, gravestone flowers flagged as contraband
Divert and redact, plan of attack to distract
Mobilized to extract, ransack and transact
Who reports our dispossession?
Script' in aggression
No attention
Every accusation
A confession

One day all our people will be free
Fresh graves, no eulogy fit for tv
Outraged, sacred grounds grant no mercy
Can't hide the muted cries or tearstained eyes of those that weep

A blaze at night wields the scythe, ashes fuming paradigm
Consumed by blight, rot, hunger and strife! the Titanomachy of our time!
At Titan's summit, zealots shovel and plummet
Wasted puppets, stuffed gullets they covet
Ceaseless shroud seeps lingers and chokes
Stealing words from our throats
Wrung by the ropes
Voiceless to object to
Strangulation

One day all our people will be free
Disobey, make the occupiers flee
Night wanes, beams of sunlight cross the seas
Just get it through your skull a hollow soul will never sleep

One day all our people will be free
Wounded prey makes for deadly detainees 
Split chains, our resurgence unforeseen
This time we're gonna show you can't control what words we speak 



We say all our people will be freed
You'll pay, can't hide your sins under debris  
Keen gaze toward certain victory
It's time for you to go this is our home we won't retreat 

Every sentence left unwritten has now been forbidden
This time we're gonna show you can't control what words we speak 
Your ledger's so crime ridden you'll never be forgiven! 
It's time for you to go this is our home we won't retreat!

A final time you've been denied for Palestine you cannot keep! 

Surrounded by loved ones
and ones once loved
They chatter and mingle
making full an empty place
a place I once called home

Where else would they go?
they need to say goodbye
I float past, a fragment
carried by blank words,
humbled by teary eyes

It's all so familiar
but they shouldn't be here,
ragged carpet squeezed between toes,
sense of comfort too nostalgic
A dream, and all dreams end

Down trodden halls
there's a room no longer mine
hidden from the guests,
from the pain
A last refuge of peace

Patiently she lies, she waits
present, assured, alive
Every beauty the world could offer
Every heartbeat yet to be skipped
The Unobtained

Silhouettes of prophecy come between
glimpses of lives desperate to be
but we both know it's too late
too late to be any more or any less
As I am, in her embrace

I lay gently with comfort
Wrapped together in calm
"I want to make it up to you
give you all that you deserve"
This moment is truly enough

I Awake

Those that mold the clay must make certain their hearts are steady

For a father without solace provides only with their hands


Isolation, ambivalence, withdrawal, worry, the household norms taught and followed

Encouraged to fret, pride in wariness, revelry only for my passivity

Here's all the ways this could go wrong, all the things that you need get right

Tears spring tears, sadness spreads and multiplies, don't disturb the meager peace

Eyes wetted and begging, pleading not to go, can't make them fear for my safety

Drawn to the worst conclusions, I am made a miscreant, an inebriate, a threat

In urgent strife the guardian cowers, so an orphan, unfamiliar, must rise and steady

Futile admissions and tense confrontations, there's not much left to say


Am I the burden? Am I the source of such distress? Am I such a heavy load to bear?

It's plain to see, things would be easier for everyone...

If I had just never been broke from that mold



You say that I was crafted with your love, 

but for some reason, I can't quite say,

your words bring to me no comfort.

Tomorrow I'll get it right

Tomorrow I'll be brave enough
to weather whispers that turn to storms
yet take no heed of their fierce howls

Tomorrow I can start things fresh
when the weight of days is intently lifted 
and not a listless burden on weary shoulders

Tomorrow will be different,
the discipline to reach the edge and stay
can be forged by the morning light of day

Tomorrow I'll put the past behind me,
leave the nest I've weaved of comfort
early and soar without return or plummet

Tomorrow I'll make things right
but first
How will I get through tonight?

I hit a pigeon with my car and I feel horrible
Just going for a morning stroll
Across the walk in the road
And I hadn't had time to stop it

The feathered pedestrian caught 
In grizzled teeth of a charging beast
Would have the unfortunate pleasure
Of sharing their final moment of fear

Bursts of flying plumage assaulted my sight,
Left to drift in the wind
The spirit of a bold undertaking
And the rustled reminders of its end

I hope this isn't an omen of things to come
Of days drawn black by vengeful flocks gathering,
Summoning shadow and silencing song,
In grief all acts have reason

This is my plea, my contrition,
My act of repentance,
This Tristus Opus a Mea Culpa,
I have destroyed; thus I must create.

Great gentle tree stretches out to study the sun
Criss cross on green grass
She’s there beside me 
Always beside me

Reflections race across water's surface as sunlight simmers away
Side by side walking there and back
You’d think I’m crazy 
Just call me crazy

Heavenly hues hang then fade as effortless evening falls
Twin stares settle upon the blushing beyond 
This moment, perfect
She's here, it's perfect

Careful crescent slowly climbs to sow its cosmic wonder
Hearts in sync, repeat drum-beats
In stars, in daisies
Her favorite, daisies

Curling under covers as dancing dreams drape and comfort
Past brought to present, a present from the passed
She's there beside me
Ever beside me

So sweet smell of sprinkling springtime rain 
splashing 
dashing
puddle-ripple percussions
tunes trickle down drainpipes

Curtain call on nights numb yet cunning
an overture to endless ocean's encores

Whispers whirl from beak to bark to leaf
chirping
courting
little-giggle laughs of glee
swift sirens' flirts flutter

Dew at dawn rouses ruffled feathers 
from branch's brink, restored by songs familiar

One lonesome candle lit,
embers angry and desperate
to catch the palms of a brother,
palms dark and ashen
from the squandered wishes
of the dead.
The black hand pounds against the door
of those that struck the steel,
searing eager in red heat
to unleash its brimstone due.
One round for each of them, 
both shot dead.

Two sons laid to rest,
taken by the hands of hell
as repayment for a candle
snuffed out too soon.
Hardened hearts devolve,
this means war.
A father follows down that path
to a house in mourning,
candlelight flickers yet in the sill
his eyes perceive only black shadows. 
Two loaded in each hand,
this is war. 

Three seats at table emptied,
a home now dark and weary
as the hearth bears warmth no more.
Mothers forsaken pleas
turn melting wax to pouring tears,
It must end.
Back and forth, over and over
blind furies suffocate all the Earth.
One flame smothered for the grieving,
Two burnt out for the dead,
Three blazes choked and defeated,
Ashen misery alone in the end. 

Aching of age ripples and torments 
Torments persist, devouring awestruck dreams
Dreams of spring, the escape, blown in the gusts

Gusts once whipped and tugged, uprooting beauty
Beauty sunken away, marbleized, to stone
Stone pathways, palm trees, mosquitoes, crinkled skin

Crinkles eating away, an anatomy of weakness 
Weak, unbalanced, fragile, crippled

Crippled hands give no more pleasure
Pleasure of supper usurped, anguish embroils

Embroiled in swampy musk, a bog of mess and memory

Memory ransacked, ramshackle, unrestored

You DON'T want to open that door,
trust me.

Just try and ignore the screams.
That oozing red liquid 
spilling silently underneath?
No no, that's not blood, 
there's no need for concern.

Why is it locked?
Bolted sturdy, shut tight?
You don't need to worry about that either,
you're safe and secure.
We've got it covered.

Anyway don't you know 
once you get a glimpse behind the curtain
there's no way to get back to the stage?
The weight of that handle is far too heavy,
don't burden yourself, stay at ease.

In fact
I think it would be best if you just
move along.

What’s inside? 
It won’t wake me in the middle of the night

There is no news
There is nothing new
at all

What’s inside?
There’s dreams I’m having
and dreams I’m not

I’ll just say it again
and again, this time
it’ll come out right

What’s inside?
Empty under covers 

Defective machinery?
Operator error?

What’s inside?
Your guess is as good as mine.

Peaceful music, 
Soft tones and mellow melodies. 
Steady waves on gentle waters, 
Bird's final songs drifting,
Silent bushes chirp and hum.
Calming. 

Soothing,
Slow breathes and tender stretches, 
Relieved by nighttime air. 
Yawns overpowering, 
Everything else slowly beginning
to be tuned out. 
A rest, 
At peace. 
For rejuvenation, 
In preparation. 

Dreams, and dreams, and dreams. 
Old dreams, fragments of memories. 
Gifts of ancestors brought,
Presence passed yet lingers 
Reborn anew.
Alive. 

A life. 
Living being, 
Child of Earth. 
Mothers care, 
Mothers love. 
Love.

Loved, 
Embraced, 
Sprouting new seeds. 
Drums and songs, 
Fire light and cozy stories. 
Grass blades between fingers, 
Soft ground,
Soft skin. 
Hands together 
Hands held tight. 

Dreams, and dreams, and dreams. 
New dreams, lighting sparks of hope. 
Full worlds etched and enriched, 
Achievements yet to be gained.
Enchanted fantasies.
Beyond.

Our universe 
A vast home.
Methodically woven
All together, 
A slow dance through time and space. 
In harmony.

Harmonious, 
Under stars, 
Nothing else matters.  
Slow breathes under the Moon. 
She's shining, 
Ever watching, 
Proud. 
Proud to guide, 
To give,
To be.
To drift 
And gift
And hope 
With us forever.  

Reach out, 
still grabbing at faint dust. 
rays of light extend past the drawn curtains. 
no heat, 
no soul, 
impermanent  
veils of the past twirl, 
dance, 
mock, 
and berate.  
beauty was, 
is, 
but should not be.  
such love, 
ever binding, 
haunts day as night.  
mind afflicted, 
delighted, 
tormented  
memories, 
fragmented, 
remain. 
gone are the days of hope, 
of joy, 
of ease.  
how is the next step to be taken  
when I can’t decide whether to let go
or keep reaching into the light?

Swirling clouds flexing and contorting / splashing and bathing the sky / casting memories.
proud standing oaks, bark twisting and smiling / playing tricks in daylight / crafting memories.

New set of drawers / superbly sanded, catching shimmers / a furnace of attitude and fulfillment /
face eschew, nose striated and crinkled / groove eyes bound to purpose / amassing memories.

Imposing oven / producing wonders of the eye and of the stomach / standing stout and wide /
Its machinations provide plenty / great feast halls beyond stained glass / enchanting memories. 

Garden flowers / meditating upon the present moment / for as long as time permits /
a patterned tear one patch in a million / knowing these things never truly last /gasping memories.

Dishes begging to be cleaned/ smeared in grime and chaos/ shuddering pleas echo from the basin
to the task/ seething bubbles all consuming/ rushing water staring as it drains/exacting memories.

Jagged lines cut windows / lightning strikes etched, embedded / the storm that was still lingers /
lost faces reflected, quickly swallowed by a tidal splash of reminiscence / lasting memories. 

Shadows dance to the music / whispers chatter through the strobes / faces buried within the pages
a bed an unmanned row boat set adrift at sea / lying awake in wonder / lost in memories. 

Almighty plans have come to fruition,
The work of heaven’s hands is seedless fruit 
We take and eat; devoted submission,
Till empty palms reveal retreating roots.

In starving rage the masses turn irate
Against their fellow neighbors, forks in hand, 
Prepared to bury those who deviate
For glory and their place among the grand. 

Resplendent halls left hollow beyond Earth
While golden gates sit welcoming no one, 
The angel’s perches rot away in dearth,
Our Father’s throne glares blankly with the sun. 

Abandoned servants cling to what remains;
The bored Almighty forge new sets of chains.