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In the darkness I lay,
crossing the threshold bathed in dreams,
I enter the moonless midnight of my mind
Drifting in a sea of melancholy,
its Elysian depths filled with
sublime words beyond black and white.
The meraki tides wash me unto a twilight shore
where a forest of eternal autumn stands.
Deep, dark, and lovely.
Inside, a strange world I must venture,
finding places once forgotten
and seeking secrets hidden within shadows.
The cracks and spiderweb shatters
within my being, fan out like a map.
A guide for the wanderlust;
the essence trapped within my veins.
Upon a soft breeze
carries the whispers of my soul.
Rustling my heartstrings
like wind through chimes and into my bones.
Keeping at bay the demons that lurk
and the ghosts that haunt.
Wandering through these dark woods,
set ablaze, I roam through that ethereal chaos.
Upon that place I stand.
My Midnight Soul.
 Jan 2017 hazem al jaber
SN
Sea
 Jan 2017 hazem al jaber
SN
Sea
I wonder if you know
You are sitting on a dream

Carried away
An ocean
Words as thoughts in an endless stream

Whisked away under the spell of darkness
Where twilight is slowly broken
By the shimmering lights of the quiet stars above

A sea of stark diamonds
Waves beneath which you keep
Silently your prayers
Quietly your sleep

You don't know why you are here
Or how you've come to be
Under the light of our ancestors
You've forgotten how to see
I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.

-Mary Anne Perrone

Photo: Ingmari Lamy
Via Sacred Dreams
when I'm falling in
I get addicted
like sin I can't stop comitting
and ask myself for forgiveness
and say i'm quitting
every time
as if I honestly believe
it will not happen again,
but I know how I am with men...
I need all of you,
borderlining
on possibly devouring you
can't be less than creepy
I inject you under my skin
willingly
I like to feel itchy
want you to scratch me
got that craving
for your attention
your affection
for everything else I purposely don't mention
because I'm passive aggressive
and a little slow motion
while moving in too quick
enough to make me feel sick
because
romance makes me feeling like dying
but
enough to make me want it,
all or nothing
 Dec 2016 hazem al jaber
Yanamari
Suffocated.
The first.
Dry ice.
The second.
Drifting aimlessly.
The last.

These feelings inside me,
They numb me further.
Numb me into a permanent pain.
As I try to turn around
The last
I fall deeper into the numbness of emptiness.

What is truly satisfying?
What is satiable for one's soul?
Is there truly such a thing?
That can embrace one's soul and leave it asking for nothing more?

Is it because I'm too sensitive?
Or are my expectations too high?
Short excerpt of my thoughts.
She can’t walk alone
Her skin could not be shown
Her knowledge is useless
Her success is fruitless
Her earnings are not well off
She cannot trough
Her legs should not be spread
She shall not lie in any men’s bed
She better be home by six
If not she would be considered as ******* *****
Her opinion never mattered
Her dignity should never be scattered
Her thoughts and body should be innocent and pure
She shall not be dressed well otherwise she has someone to lure
Yet she smiles to herself as she wanders the dark alley
79th street valley
Her fingers intertwined with hers
Dollar bills over flowing her purse
She lies sprawled on the dead street her hands pulling at her risen skirt
Tugging at her girlfriend’s shirt
She munches on the Coney dog famous in Michigan
Leans over and whispers “at least there is 1 rule I have not broken”
they say the moon hasn't been this close to us since 1948.
after hundreds of cycles and phases, maybe it waited for just the right moment
just so you and i could share this one.

it's gravity pulls me closer, like the tides that separate us both.
but tonight, it's sliver fingers interlock mine with yours
and i feel the warmth in my palms even as the cold whips around me.

i feel like i could just pluck it right out of the velvet night
and hold it in my hands for a moment before i give it you
in all its full and glowing glory that reminds me so much of you.

i'm glad that we live under the same sky.
i wonder if you are looking at it the same time i am.
because for once, you don't seem so far away anymore.
a poem i wrote during the night of the supermoon.
You are the closest I've ever come to seeing space up close.
With the multitude of galaxies in your eyes,
And the way light bounces off your honey-hued skin,
I'm convinced you were raised amongst the stars.

Did you not spend your younger days hitching rides on passing comets,
And catching asteroids like fireflies in the palms of your hands?
Are you sure you didn't take a bite out of the sun
Leaving its embers stuck between your teeth?

I think the universe is smiling right now,
Knowing that a piece of it is safe and living here; glowing ever so brightly.

And if my chest is an open window,
I know that it's you pouring through it.
for h.j.s.
when all my curtains were drawn, you came into my life like a ray of light. thank you.
Your kisses
are snowflakes
that fall on my skin
like delicate lace
and slowly melt
as my passion
heats
for
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