Fall prey to my words and you may be my Hagar???
Fall in Love with my Existence and I just may make you Sarah....
But are you strong enough to mother nations..
because I birth emotions, inspiration, creation....
Because God lives inside of me...
I can move mountains..
bring rivers from you peaks...
and make you weak...
then build you up high...
I'm that guy...
but are you that Queen?
that will make me Want to give you the world
And Outcast my Seeds....
I've always imagined Sarah as Foreva...
Birthing Miracles  
far greater than Mine...
Bending time...
and blowing my mind..
But You I have yet to Find
Or Have I
and its just not Foreva's

Baptize me on the font of faults
I am locked already
into the vaults.

Criticise me
blind me in my eyes
Delilah sees and
knows the reasons why,
this handsome samson
has to die.

Truss me up and
bus me out
I'll leave the epitaph to you.

the break in the cloud
has my heart
the doorway to freedom

The Red Teapot sits lonely atop my stove,
Never filled and never heated,
A reminder,

Hearts apart, we fade with every sunset
Drifting memories, lingering thoughts,
They always end up at the same place,
Stored somewhere between fantasy and reality,

Winter cascades, pushing out your summer's touch
You were my sunshine, the clouds give me comfort now
The cold embraces my heart, the chill reaches deep
I miss you,

You gave me music, and today it still sings to me
Art, Passion, I cherish your gifts to me,

Oh how I regret taking so long to attain my darling little boiler,
Today, I will fill my beautiful teapot and it will not be alone, I’ll heat it
And I will drink, and the soothing warm liquid will unfreeze my soul
Firewalker,

Standing hand folded,
heart filled with humility.
I ask for your mercy.
I ask for your help.

Fingers spread over knees,
I bow, eyes looking down.
I search you in the skies.
I pull up my head with your praise.

Taming my ego, my pride.
I put my highest to the lowest, *
submitting my will to yours.
I prostrate before you my Lord.

I raise my head with your praise.
Cognizant of my supriority over satan,
with gratitude I prostrate again.
Each pulse brings me closer to you God.

Drops of tears like precious pearls.
I raise my hands with open palms.
Your blessings shower like rain,
I hoard it as much as I can.

You're gritting planets between your teeth,
crushing stars beneath your feet,
stripping galaxies of light,
you blackhole goddess you.
Have you ever heard a human's beating heart?
How do you see art?
How do you see the little mediocre things
us mortals have crafted for you?
Oh, kiss the Earth--the tiny Earth--
the speck with which you've moulded
every bead of your eternal necklace!
Kiss my life, kiss my being,
kiss me 'til I bleed enough
to write morality in songs!

“Dear Lord, I know I am the angel you most regret.
Forgive me for my misunderstood intentions.
Forgive me for the drugs I take in just to be right beneath your feet.
Forgive me for the sins I commit without regretting them.
Forgive me if I’m not a strong enough soldier to defend your word when unbelievers bash on your greatness.
Forgive me.”


**stands up and wipes the dirt off his prickly knees

I know not how to beg.
I know not how to pray.
I am immersed in sins.
I have just gone astray.

My sins like oceans deep;
Sins like mountains high.
But still I hope for mercy.
Your mercy wide as sky.

Words always so less;
And sea full of commotion.
I know not how to pray.
Just tears of emotion.

O God! listen to my heart.
Words always so less.
I know not how to pray.
Just beats of distress.

(S)ometimes i say i love you
(I) dont really know if i do
(T)o be honest i want more from you

(O)ther things on my mind
(N)ow i think is the right time

(M)any positions spiral in my brain
(Y)ou should be scared

(F)or i intend to get freaky in your bed
(A)rroused by the thoughts in my head
(C)ome let's play and you'll feel
(E)ndless ******* ahead...



Words Of Harfouchism