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There's a reason there's a path outside your door
that leads to a road
that leads to an interstate,
that leads to an airport.

And there's a reason that planes fly from that airport
to one near here.

Same reason that airport has a road
that leads to a highway
a highway that they are repairing as we speak
that leads to my town
to a path that leads to my door

And its not just coincidence.

Any more than its coincidence that you are reading this.
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over the sea i flew i flew
to pluck you from your bed
i took you from your city and
put you in mine instead

it's not as brightly lit as yours
and it doesn't have the name
but when we find each other, well
the lights all look the same
 Mar 2013 Ibrahim El Kazaz
EG
I’m tired of missing you.

I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired of unkept promises.

I’m tired of the back and forth travelling.

I ‘m tired of school.

I’m tired of thinking about the past.

I’m tired of fighting about the past.

I’m tired of the pressure.

I’m tired of the guilt.

I’m tired of my divided life.

I’m tired of thinking about the future.

I’m tired of owing so much money.

I’m tired of being scared of your private thoughts.

I’m tired of playing pretend.

I’m tired of being so suspicious.

I’m tired of being skeptical.

I’m tired of my self consciousness.
Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.
2011
 Feb 2013 Ibrahim El Kazaz
jad
I talked to an 77-year-old man who was washing the windows at Pizza Hut today.
He was young and so happy.
He was kind.
And wise.
He was rich.
He had no money.
He had nice eyes.
He was going blind.
He had a beautiful smile.
His teeth were rotten.
His name was Jerome.
And all he wanted to do was help people.
He taught me so much in 6 minutes.
 Feb 2013 Ibrahim El Kazaz
Britt
cyclic lingering

disconnected rambling

the same words rearanged

breathes shortening

impotent bargaining

the same pattern misbehaves

Ive always walked this way

hormonal litter cursed by anatomy

hyesteria



weepy futility

uncharacteristic of one so bold

the words of tongues

drag mud through wounds

a voided heart : not so





deep breaths

stand strong in misery

mindfulness, like a drug

disconnect and call it religion

pacing pacing pacing

thoughts;



I bleed for the words of others

For both praise and scheming lies

I wish to leave this haunted soul

but I

But I

but I ...what?

need to run?

to hide?

to hold my ground?

we'll see as it comes

a controlling women's worst nightmare
 Feb 2013 Ibrahim El Kazaz
Kt W
Don't tell me that you're lying,
'Cause i'll only make it the truth.
And don't tell me that you're leaving,
'Cause i'll force you to go.
And if you're eyes are welling up with tears,
Well, don't you dare tell me,
'Cause you can't stop your words once you've said them.

Don't tell me you're trying to forgive me,
'Cause i'll forget what you've done before
you've done it.
And don't tell me you've got no more questions,
'Cause i'll give you a reason to answer me back.
And if the whole **** city's gone down,
Well, don't you cower in the cellar,
'Cause you can't repopulate the world on your own.

Don't tell me you need to build skyscrapers,
When all you can see is under the ground.
And don't tell me your heart's someplace else,
'Cause we both know your veins are cracking through weather.
And if you're longing for time to go backwards,
Well, go pick on someone your own size,
'Cause even Gods can't fathom arrogance.

Don't tell me that beauty's indifference,
'Cause i'll make you stare 'till you can't shut your eyes.
And don't tell me my mind's filled with hatred,
'Cause i swear some of my thoughts aren't explicit.
And if you tell me it's because i love you,
Well, you're barking up the wrong tree my friend,
Because the only thing worse than betrayal is disappointment,
And a thousand sets of angry words
is a million times better than
one set of speechless eyes.
Home is a tired concept
Somewhere safe
Happy, inviting
But it alludes me
I am in the in between
Where there is a no place
Yet an every place
And you say it is here
But it can’t be
It doesn’t work like that

Life will throw a stone at you
If you duck, it will miss
But if you aren’t ready
It will throw you off
And you won’t figure out where to go
When you get back up

I would like to call this my home
But those words taste unnatural
I would like to call that my home
But those words don’t fit

What is a home anyway
And can there be more than one?
Can there be not a one?
Home is a tired concept
And I’m tired of thinking, trying
I’m not ready for the stone that won’t miss
Lead me to where I need to go
But even you don’t know
That home is a tired concept
And we are both sleeping.

— The End —