Sometimes the grass isn't
     Always greener
Maybe the lawn your on
       Just needs a little more
                          Attention

Did you ever think when a season
       Changes,
what grows beneath...
Not realizing that your feet
        Were  free before.

We repair to ourselves
Only after we break

in this
pocketful
        of limbo
          the distance rises
               in curls of smoke
        a prairie fire
siphoning into
crisp edge
           of forest
          Inside my
uncloaked ventricle
primeval forces
turn my blood into
dusted gold
as they pump
        sacred texts
into my oxygen
      They roll your quintessence
upon my fingers,
            playing inside
     my psyche's  
wild ache
a spread of orifice
in spellbound mantra,
       as I spit out
          the
            hairy thorns,
a holy purge of
   internal
        engravings
    
Somehow ---
like a miracle,
I grow ripe seedlings
from deep within
            my womb
as I trip into
a universe rising
I take wisps
of your grace
as it brushes
the jut of my
astral collarbone
You are always
         grounding me
                    like this,
               my tongue
              tripping
         over velvet
stance of warrior
        assuaged into silk
    
        Without you,
I might be
whisked off into
the periphery
of chaos
but instead
       I am simply
tied to
      the urgency
of the little novas
about to
        explode

While I wait
            I tend to
              the wildfires.
     to make sure they
                   are still burning
I keep my honey
wet and fresh
upon your
                   lips,
let my pores
drip moonpools
    into your glistening
wet of mouth
and only when
          it is time
I let the whole of
           me burst
into the
      fire -wrapped
tips of
   stars

My love is like a jasmine flower,
Dancing in darkness and light
Shaking the fragrance of passion.
In company, with summer
She fondles sweet dreams
Collecting them roses,
Giving them butterfly kisses

My love sleeps in a magical bed,
Woven by blue sky,
Adorned with moons and stars,
And colors of hot rumor,
All hugs her every night,
Collecting her dreams smiles,
And desire,
And plant them in my heart,
Roses of chastity,
Taking me with such a bliss
To the land of freedom and light.

Written by
Jamal Abboud

the sky is too high
the mountains too steep
i want to fly
but i can only stroll and creep

the trees are too tall
rivers and ocean too deep
i want to take a fall
but i can only crawl and leap

the earth is too dry
the clouds pour no rain
i really want to cry
but it's useless showing my pain

this life is worth something
for someone not as cheap
i don't crave for anything
but just one, whom i seek...*

©sim

If it gets dark
don't we just put the light on
until the darkness has gone?

that's good in theory
but the illness that besets us
makes us weary
of these undefinables.

I blow my bubbles
trapped inside them
and escape with the vapours
that rise from without them

a necromancer dancing
to the dead of the night
until
someone puts the light on.