I write to take away this suffering
that builds up
after years over exposure
to the outside

I write to place myself
on the operating room table
dissect each fiber and
better understand what I'm
made up of

I write to tell the world
that I'm alive
that I'm not afraid to die
that I'm willing to try
to
make the most of this time
I spend traveling around this
spherical spaceship

filled with ice and fire
love and hate
tallest trees
and smallest microbes

I write to proudly say
I reject your hate
the suffering proposed
and the so called world
you know

I write to hear the sounds of
crashing waves
see the darkness in the deepest caves
feel the clouds that roll by

I write because I'm alive

Simplicity
Is the
Act of giving shape
To chaos -
An affair of alchemy,
Like turning sweat
Into drops of
Silver.

(c) LazharBouazzi

Friends come and go, but
In the most violent of storms,
Blood ties are life lines.

you are broken
anxious - not gifted
God never stood by your side
you fill what you don't have
with images
then you connect all
with your thoughts
you read your suffer
by the pain of thousand others

your skull is cracked so the
knowledge all pass by

then you became a poet

I have nothing in my hands
But......
I love you
I have nothing
But you know I'll give nothing to you
Because I'll give you everything I have
Everything I have

I know......
It could never be enough
Because my touch is priceless
But it could never buy you food
And I don't expect you starve
Just because I love you

So let this cash exchange unfeeling hands
That you may eat
Let me be lonely
When not a soul
Can love you more
My hands.......

I have nothing in my hands

And you deserve the world I'll never hold