Clouds of Coffee raining down upon us all at five dollars a drop
Making my addictions more enthusiastic to never want to stop

Take a pill, numb the pain, and forget we are all not the same
Concentrate on your brain and forgive those who are to blame

The forecast, predicts a chance of grapefruit sized Hail
Mary, full of grace, recommends covering thy face
Down, take shelter now, the storm has now reached Gale
Force winds to change their mind, time, and place
To be, in the moment, is to graciously wag your own Tail
Spin as fast as you can and enjoy the storm chase

Whether we can or whether we can't, the dust will eventually settle
Whether we plan or whether we chant, rust will inevitably **** metal

Weather we change, and ignorantly turn a collective, cold shoulder
Whether we change, and choose to actually get wiser, not just older

So if life is in fact it's very own amazing book
Let us hope it's a choose your own fate
I'm just worried before we get a real clear look
No time for reading, just a little too late

She's my SIS
she is everything that i'm not
still we are in some ways alike

I hate how all those years passed where we barely spoke
we live in the same house but its like each one was alone

Sometimes even if we would talk it was to say something mean
so many things i regret i wish i could repeat those scenes

I know every brother and sister have their fights
but i still remember when you were afraid to sleep alone at night
We used to share the same room until i turned 14
Dont get me wrong
we had alot of fun memories
but as we got older we grew apart

i know its not your fault
its probably mine
i wasnt there for you almost all the time
sorry
you probably wont read this but its good to say how i feel
i dont talk much so this is my only relief

i never was a good Bro
i just want to hug you and never let go

I love you <3


Words Of Harfouchism

Everything
Is
Alive


Words Of Harfouchism

We float like fair weather
clouds in a deep blue sky -
a dragon here, a sailboat
there, running together
with the wind when  
the dew point transforms us
condensed or vaporized  
until the universe pulls
this miracle together again

I taste
the summer's end
with a rainstorm - in time
grace embraces these dampened fields
as dew

His love
is the winter  
solstice, mounting  
the top of her world
where  
her love  
is the summer  
equinox, embracing  
the basis  
of his