history written within the silence
heard by way of living in the moment
a full measure running over

freedom is granted
a fight won for you

now belonging to the fighter-
pointing to freedom

this strange
seldom seen
full moon
fills our room
with more light
that we could ever ignite
although god knows
we’ve tried.

You talk about love like it’s real
like folk can be happy
together
you talk about love
like it’s okay to feel
happy
you talk about love
like it’s real
like things can work out
okay
like no one hates the day
you talk about love
like it’s real
like it could happen anyway
any day
anytime
anywhere
how bizarre
you talk about love like
it’s real.

What good are they now? Today's pale in those lights.
Beer and wine dancing naked in the dark forgetting
my Judas betrayal until I wake in guilt's shadow.
Messiah in a crypt for 3 days and nights and I arise
dancing naked with youth's drunk abandon and flowers
in her hair she smelling of her perfect cheap perfume
and I keep drowning in her perfect beauty in old dreams.
Could've, should've, would've, kiss the old days goodbye.

Is poetry dead
took its last breath
eating up all it's words
I'm feeling so hurt
poetry is dead
we mourned for days
sounds of sobs heard around the world

we slept in silence
lights on

poetry is dead
hello poetry welcome back to the internet

the edge keeps getting
harder to find
keep my ledge clean
brush away this uneasy
disparate ride

spin your thread
that delicate strand
wish me good luck

and i'm not a dancer
but if you ask,
fate or fortune?
smiling,
dancing madly backwards
I'll ride the razor ribbon wire
into the wall of shadows

and until the tug of destiny
and before the ringing of bells
keep me close to your heart.

Without its planets
The sun is just another
Solitary star

Sick in bed,
Is a mercy and blessings from Allah,
It releases you of all your miseries.
23/3/2024