you arrive as expected - legendary. a beautiful white horse: leaves behind brothers of salt and sisters of foam, unrecognized, meets the morning mist on a shore close to home; astride it: you - the lost king returned, almost divine, here to answer the calls of those who still sing your name faithfully to the heavens; at the beach: me – barefoot on the rocks, waiting, watching you approach me, confused – your journey through the mysteries: unimaginable… you halt. i aim. you breathe the bullet and fall.
To the victims of the 9/11 attacks I apologize as a Muslim and a human being For what those ******* did to you If I had the choice I would die protecting You As for the ******* Who ******* up everything Might I suggest An apology to vics, muslims And to Allah and Mohammed (Pbuh) For acts of sheer insanity And murderous rage
لضحايا هجمات الحادي عشر من سبتمبر أعتذر كمسلم وإنسان على ما فعله هؤلاء المتسكعون لك إذا كان لدي الخيار فسوف أموت وأنا أحمي أنت أما المتسكعون من أفسد كل شيء قد أقترح اعتذار لفيكس المسلمين وإلى الله ومحمد (صلى الله عليه وآله وسلم) لأفعال الجنون المطلق والغضب القاتل
I am saddened by What my precious Had to go through All those years ago In opposing Sides of the attacks He was hurt by someone Whom supposed to protect him And I triggered by the idiots Who caused the attacks
أنا حزين ما غالي كان لا بد من المرور كل تلك السنوات الماضية في المعارضة جوانب الهجمات لقد أصيب من قبل شخص ما من المفترض أن يحميه وأثارني الحمقى من تسبب في الهجمات
where do mattresses go when they leave your home? do they hitch a ride back to Oregon that place that you only pitched as an idea for a funny road trip but never actualized instead the map with all the pins of the places you've visited has become the places you'll go and now it's slanting askew because your sense of perception is always a little crooked do they sit by the curb of a dilapidated 7-11 and watch everyone give them bedroom eyes is there such a thing as pining or are we naturally drawn to the new? something foreign that can be learned with time and patience but the patience runs out like the water in the bag where that fish you won at the fair came in and when you got home there was only plastic and the rubbery upside down belly of fish scales in an airless vacuum
do they enter through the window and shimmy under the other dusty things in the attic? Do they make themselves at home telling you stories of everything they've seen and don't you wish that the guests always stayed longer than you could hope for but forever is not in your cards, it's not even in the receipts you horde in the kitchen drawer forever is stuck under the couch but you never check because it's easier to just sit and think about it