Little bird, little bird,
Why don't you fly?
Are the fences to high?
Are the boundaries to big?
Are you lost or hungry?
Are you lonely or sick?
Let me see your wings,
Little bird, they are clipped.
Little bird, little bird,
Don't look at the sky.
Just sing in the dust.
Just scratch in the sand.
Just hop in holes.
Just peck till you bleed.
The stones are your food.
And your nest is the street.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Soaring above Gaza City,
Blue skies everywhere, everywhere.
Skies with no fences, no camps.
I see the prison.
I land on the roof and then find
My Father's tiny window. So tiny.
How can anyone live with so little sky?
I take him a piece of the blue.
Now he can live one more day.
I will be back tomorrow,
I tell him.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Rising through the smoke,
I streak upward.
I circle the palms with their
Open leaves pressed to the sky
They are calling me to
Come sit on them, but I do not.
I ride the shifts in the wind,
Higher, the lower, then higher still.
At last I'm free of the fire,
The smoke, the sound of the battle.
Free to be with Father.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
I am the child of Palistian
I have my cause and I have my rights
When I see my older brother
Taken up into the outlaw's hands
I cry out the international cry
That if they shoot me to my death
I'll clutch a stone in my hand
And never forget the martyrs' cause
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Dead
Leaves
Flutter
Like
Butterflies
To
the
Ground
Red
Orange
Brown
Spreading
Out
Like
A
Sheet
Of
Glass
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
Tiny
And
Weak
Drugs
Gamble
******
Head
Under
Water
Life
Slipping
Away
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
1,2,3 begining's,
4,5,6 endings,
7,8,9 happy stories,
10,11,12 dead ones,
13,14,15 memories,
16,17,18 lies,
19,20,21 souls,
22,23,24 hundred more
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
She walks in strays
And goes by her own ways
You can see her smiles
In about miles away
You could hear her laughs
And you would see her demeanors
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous
She goes down rivers
But she'll never quiver
She stays low,
But yet she's always high
High as the mountains could go
As she jumps down streams
You could hear her screams
Bouncing from tress and skies to our own very eyes
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobady,
She's anonymous
Her voice carries on
Like melodies from a song
So beautiful and so tempting not to listen
And the look she gives is so treasen
We'll find ourselves stumbling down
And wakeing up, wondering how?
But yet she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC