I'm walking on the shore and I feel the cold fingers of the Ocean pull me closer and closer into the waves. Up my legs, around my stomach, encasing my shoulders and neck. My eyes meet with the horizon one last time before the water rushes over and swallows me.

My
     Joy
My
    Warmth
My
     Always

I am from the second star to the right,
Wonderland, and OZ;
Where the Wild Things Are
and all the trouble that we caused.

I now know Desdemona
and, of course, Annabelle Lee
Beatrice, Viola,
for Love too
has blessedly broken me.

All of them though came
from other unconscious streams;
I desire not to be known for my name
but for my written dreams.

Hey
You
Whatca talkin' about
I can hear you scream
and shout

"You, boy in that fancy bar
Saw you jumping off in
that fancy car"

You
Don't
No, not even a word
You are over the top
and so absurd

"We know about your type
We are stuck believin' all
kinds of hype"

They
Thinking they have all the
Indignation
Them
With a self-centered sense of
Accusation

What
You
Making up stories about me
You don't even know what day it is
Or past half three

"Let's put you in your stamp
You people belong in a
Concentration Camp"

Wow
Stop
What did you just say
Listen to your stupid words
You always thought
this way

"Now that you know, whatca gonna do
Whatca gonna do when we come for you"

Come
See
It's not what you think
Your pathetic world is
finally on the brink

You
Your world narrow and beached
Blind
Hiding your own choices to cover
your behind
Pathetic and base your vision is
contagious
Unfortunately for you, your morals are
Outrageous

Talk
Go
It's cheap and gaudy
Go ahead, pretend it's holy,
everyone knows it's just
Naughty

Bad
Nasty
How many descriptive words
None describes better than
just
A bunch of turds

DADDY?
Papa? Pick me up.
Here, let me help you.
Your gentle kind heart is racing.

That's it Papa.
Under my front legs.
Up!
Let me look into your deep observant eyes.

TOO FAST!
Your Heart!
No.
Breathe, PaPa, breathe, slow and easy.

That's it.
Breathe.
Out.
Your heart is slowing down now.

Ok.
Ahh.
Here.
I'm laying on my back right here.

Rub.
My chest Daddy!
It's soft.
It's like cotton candy and feels like down.

That's it.
Everything is great.
Calm.
Your a fine wonderful PaPa for me!

Yes, He's Talking to Himself
Mumbling like some ******
Chanting like some Mooney

But it is to himself he speaks
No voices does he hear
Contemplating his misery
Or some bygone forgotten fear
Poor soul of delusion
He pulls from within
The strength of a Titan
Of a hundred strong men
Hero of stories
That never are told
Where he is the hero
So strong and so bold

Yes, He's Talking to Himself
Harmless as can be
Ask me how I know
Because it's me, talking to me

Dognadoe, dognadoe in my living room
Me, like Dorothy with my white little, Toto, dog
My chair lighting up and about to shroom
As I hear the theme to The Wicked Witch as the prologue

What was once five pounds ​of sleeping joy
Is now the free instrument of nature's delightful change
As a sweet puppy grows to have powers that can destroy​
She is still a sweet puppy although her size will rearrange

So off to the Dognadoe, spinning in my house
A blur, a thunder, a running Monster creating a Dognadoe
Without warning, just a low rumble, a feeling around the strouse

The calm before the storm, just like a Tornado

Stop killing your daughter,
In the name of honor killing,
Honor,
Which you never feel for her,
So how could she shatter,
That which you never possess!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

My body is my temple,
And my goal is to make it paradise!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Mothers are the cool shade in life,
Mothers are the only light in darkness,
Mothers are the blossom of spring,
Mothers are the ways of heaven,
Without a mother, would be no us,
Without a mother, we would be lost,
Mother’s are the cool shade in life,
Mother’s are the joy,
Satisfaction,
And peace in life!

By: Nida Mahmoed.