I am yellow, I am brown, I am white, I am black
Underneath it all, I am just a  beating heart!
I wonder what you see when you look at me,
Oh just tell me, you are colour blind!

Sigils in the sky
The wind is my luck

My knowledge echoes , amplified
As it wears the dusk.

The bell chimes with my commands,
Alchemy to help humans understand.

The hidden truth bleeds in rhymes wearing dusk.
Reflecting our paths in one big entangled knot


Words Of Harfouchism

It's so easy to put people in boxes; draw lines creating side, there's 'us' and then there's 'them'.
Those that they feel comfortable with and those they don't; there are those with many chapters and those that have just started writing their own; those who have the will to do and those who are only doing what they can.
Those we share something in common with and those we don't seem to know at all but then somehow in all our boxes there's 'us' those who have tattoos, those who have been bullied, those who have bullies others, those who feel lonely, those who are madly in love,we who have overcome tremendous adversity—the lucky ones whose team may have won the championship this year, we with great self-love and some who have beat cancer and finally there's all of us created with great strength and beauty;together we shall stand—

may we meet our hearts desires & make bonds we can’t forget,
may we conquer all obstacles, & live a life we won’t regret.
may we create a space that’s warm and safe for generations to come.
may we stop the madness,
dismiss the sadness,
may we all just live as one.

You can feel it as i speak
By the way i write when you read
That it is weird to be in your shoes
To infiltrate your mind, to see the truth
To experience the unique existence of being you.

But it is sort of sad
That with each visit i get mad
And repulsed
By the lack of trust
And the hate we take to tolerate love.

And we love ,but not ourselves
And we explore the void in search for help.

But i say Empathy is a lie
We must depend on each other
For the future to be bright
Fellowship won't be experienced untill you unite with the other.

Words Of Harfouchism.