the rhythm of the title inspires
for I bathe, cherish my amorphous
anonymity here

here, I am just words and nothing but;
free of judgment bias, I am both white
of background and black of letters,
my ****** orientation is of no consequence,
only my written portrait portrays the pencil
sketch of my being

it is as if I can breathe the freshest air on the
planet, plain and pure, for the very first time,
it defines me, as I, it; we merge celebrating
being plain and being pure
together

Airborne Muse #2: Once I wrote: (1)

if it cannot be said
in ten words, it cannot

(but now, older wiser, more intuitive)

I believe five is plentiful

11/26/24
12:27pm

February 22nd 2022 (2/22/2022) falls on a Tuesday so we'll be able to call it 2's day and that's really the only thing keeping me going.

After gazing at my mother’s serene face,
I asked her about the secret of prayer.
She glanced up at me, and a look of sheer joy appeared on her face as she Began to answer.

“My dear son,
Prayer is the gateway to an assured heart.
It is the bridge to reaching deep into your soul, and the key to eternal Happiness.
You see son,
Prayer is the key of balance in this unsteady life.
It is a guaranteed hope no matter how low you are.
It is about giving of yourself without being asked.
It is the promise to bless one life at a time.
It is giving thanks for your blessings.
Every prayer is a renewed pledge to touch one soul at a time.
It is for the times you're contemplating the beauty that is nature, and all of it’s creations.
It is a beacon of kindness and compassion.
It is the priceless gift of sending good thoughts and wishes to those Around you;
The ability to bring happiness to another soul.
It is a warm greeting.
It is planting a tree of hope and inspiration deep in the hearts of lost souls.
It is shedding tears of remorse in the middle of the night when the moon is hidden deep behind the clouds.
Prayer is about living, practicing, and loudly singing life’s happy song.
It is about radiating with so much hope and having it reach those Around you.
Prayer is the instrument which you play daily in this life.”

Hussein Dekmak

My kingdom is where extraordinary ideas dwell and kindness blossoms.
It is where laughter blooms and poetry rules.
It is where the beauty of nature, minds, and souls unite,
And together they become one, like one song, one prayer!

It is where acts of blessings glow,
Faces radiate with wholehearted smiles,
Resounding cries of souls are heard,
Beautiful hearts are welcomed,
Dreams slumber on the sun’s lap,
And minds are always thinking about the next innovative idea!

My Kingdom is my refuge and my fortress when life gets tough!
It is my happy song and my eternal dream!

Take me away, back to my first love.
Take me far away to the promised land.
Take me away, across the seven seas, back to my home that I have left behind!

Take me away, to a place where my body feels no pain.
Take me to a place where I carry no number or name.
Take me to the land  where I will feel free from my worries and chains!

Take me away, to a new magnitude of dreams.
Take me away, to a place where ideas radiate.
Take me away, to a place where soft hearts blossom!

Take me away, high in the sky above the clouds.
Take me away, make me a neighbor to the beautiful night stars.
Take me to a place where I can sip an eternal drink of bliss.
Take me away, to a place where I can hide from my shadow until I find my way,
Take me away, from myself, so I can find my lost soul
Take me away, I long to go far away!

Hussein Dekmak

Everyday, I write a new chapter of my life with my smiles, laughter, sorrows, and tears.

Hussein Dekmak

I closed my mouth:
And spoke to you in the language of the rain drops,
Whispered to you in the language of the flowers,
Chanted 'I love you' in the language of the melodious birds.

I closed my mouth:
And voiced my feelings to you in the language of the ocean's waves,
Delivered my message to you in the language of the gentle breeze,
Conveyed my feelings to you in the language of the twinkling stars.

I closed my mouth:
And spoke to you in the language of eye contact,
Expressed myself to you in the language of smiles,
Shouted to you in my sacred language of tears.

I closed my mouth:
And whispered to you in the language of the heart,
Recited to you all of nature's implicit language,
Spoke to you, softly, in God's silent language.

Hussein Dekmak