The talk of the town
Is old school revolvers and revolution
Dusty trails and old wives tales
Dusk colored scene
Discolored clouds hover
The thunder brewing in parlors
After hour spirits
Pitched with the passion
Of melting steel
Strikes from the
Blistering heat
Forms the union of labor
Friction at it's finest
The time is a quarter til already

in all the photos
he was a young man -
my father

handsome and smiling
a useful smile

i tried to find one from later
when he was a bystander
on my street -

older, unsmiling, obsolete
- there were none

i wish i had known
how he felt

now that i do.

r ~ 11/25/14

this path i wrote
wrought with missed
twists and turns and trip
wires made of pit vipers
camouflaged in ******
stripes the color of bumble
bees that make me sneeze
humbly god help me please
i hear foot steps quietly
lightly on the trail behind me.

r ~ 11/15/14

as fragile
as a songbird -

her hands

knotted and spotted
from many winters


november came one last time -
i held her hands in mine - gently

- gently, she flew away
to where songbirds go
when it's cold in the mountains.

r ~ 11/18/14

I was once like you,
but now I am a here,
I sit and wait for hours and days,
why can’t anyone see me,
they seem to look right through,
I feel no hunger, feel no thirst,
what is this that I have become,
I am like the moon and sun,
caught on a film that always runs,
I am lost forever in this twilight haze,
so many things I do not understand,
I walk around on a busy street,
eyes to eyes that never meet,
that spot on the road looks so familiar,
immense pain it would not wait,
I think this was where I met my fate.

There's an angel I wish to bring alive,
On the canvas of your heart,
Through the brush of my mind,
And the colours of my words.

Be prepared to be astounded,
As she's nothing ordinary,
For even the stars above,
Envy her pristine beauty.

To begin with her eyes,
they are the twin moons,
A single look into them,
And you will swoon..

Her smile..
Oh that gracious smile!
That soft glow of moonshine,
On a dark summer's night!

Her veil of silky hair,
Will leave you mesmerized,
As they dance
To the soft blowing breeze..

Her gentle whisper;
Her cheering voice:
A bundle of innocence,
That will bring you joy!

Come, walk with her a mile,
For she's that butterfly,
That will wreck havoc,
With a bunch of crazy smiles!

Hold her hand,
And you'll witness the eternity fade,
Embrace her heart,
And you'll bow to her angelic grace!

A refreshing wind that you are,
And an abyss of void I;
Yet when we both meet,
An ocean of love drains by.

Knots of fear
Come undone
When a heart
Braves flight
With the wings of faith
To the alleys
Of dreams.

Dawn breaks as the sun appears over the horizon, swallowing the darkness of an insatiable night.

A fresh breeze ruffles the hair, and the heart, with a peculiar spell as the sounds of rattling trees settles in.

The stains of tears are replaced by the shine of joy, as the sorrows of night dissolves in the mist of a promising dawn.

A sight of a dew shining on a flower, like a beautiful Pearl, instills something pleasant inside..

As the eyes travel further, they're pleasantly surprised by the bed of flowers; the spread of meadows; the colorful birds.. Chirping.. Flying.. Playing.. Nothing to bind them. Free spirits.
A heart envies them for a while.

And when looking upon the vast sky - the sheer vastness of it, leaves one enthralled.
Upon closing the eyes, one could hear the silent whisper of the clouds, of the trees, carried by the passing winds. A strange sense of belonging settles in. Leaving one calm. Inspired.

Perhaps, the birds have felt it too. One wonders.

A mind then engages into a divine contemplation, as the mystery unfolds.. Feeding on the pleasure of unravelling dreams.
A sheer bliss.


PS: Just another perfect dream of a blessed moment.

Hashim.