I am slender and my figure is the topic of discussion
unsolicited advice about how much I should eat
as if my weight is their goal to reap
I am skin and bones just like you
I feel confident and insecure just like you
Looking into my mirror and reflecting on your comments
Analyzing every curve or lack thereof like it is a contest
who can be the King and Queen of Fools
suffering self-esteem underneath the entrenched rules
I hope you never feel the way you make others feel
A broken bird

He looked me in the eye
And demanded to know
Why the car wasn't running
He needed to go
And I stared back
Without expression on my face
Thinking he's trapped
And running for the cage
He saw it then
The truth in my gaze
His panic grew and then rage
Then everything vanished
But his silent plea
And I stared back
And I stared back

Today is wasted
Not like the others, it
Seems to have a revolution of it's own
Yet, the scent remains the same.

These muscles exude the sangria colored
Muck, these layers of filth jet out like lined walls of a prison cell.
Oh why do they retain this scent.

This cube of cubes I reside in
Where art thou mine Calypso,
How darest thou give teachings
As if your tragedy can give thoughts to we golems of rust.

Stick to staying stuck
Until these brittle cages carry no more
This gluttonous weight
Will we be songbirds once
More.

sweet birdsong consumes
the bitterness of cities
a summer morning

When a leaf stops dancing to the music of life, and the melody of the birds has ceased, it changes to yellow and gently falls off the tree of life.

Hussein Dekmak

The bird of time
Sits in the night's vines
And sings a song of doom

Demons and Angels fight for power
Where dust hides the fallen with cover
The Reaper in the shadows loom

The strands are loose, my soul is weak
I pray that nights are mine to keep
To hills of iron, wrought by flame
Swirling thoughts of what once were pain

Humbled by frost, stained by truth
A kaleidoscope of twisted youth
Winding words that tick like clocks
Dawns are brightest within the box

For sweetest cries my rain bird sings
Afraid to fly without my wings
For I will bear myself to land
To walk and weave with new found hands

Drink from rivers made by time
Learning that strength will soon be mine
Spirits of steel, forged by the still
Worked by ways that are yet to yield

The strands are tied, my soul is strong
Like rock my heart charges ever on
For subtle sounds my rain bird makes
On paths of cloud where heaven wakes